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incestuous | yoonminkook

synopsis —  after moving in with your naughty stepbrothers jimin and jungkook, the horny meter in your life gets completely thrown off when the cute older neighbor yoongi decides to pay you a visit

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex

word count — 5.5k

The past year has been nothing short of a crazy whirlwind, not only because your parents had finally divorced after years of a failed marriage, but also from dealing with the fact that they've moved onto dating other people. A big part of you wishes for your family to have stayed together, but seeing your parents much happier after separating gives you quite some comfort amongst your already busy life. Just when you've finally started to get used to your routine living with your single mother, she had randomly dropped the bomb on you about moving away for a new job opportunity.

"(y/n), you've got to understand! This'll be really good for my career!"

"But mom, I still have the school year to finish! I can't just leave with you!"

After a dramatically serious sit-down conversation with your parents, your dad had agreed to let you stay with him and his new wife at their house so you could still complete the rest of the semester at your school. But what they'd failed to mention in detail was how interesting it was going to be living under the same roof with the wife's sons from her first marriage.

"Hey I'm Jimin and this is Jungkook!"

You don't know where to look, now that you've walked inside the huge unfamiliar mansion you'd be calling your home for the next few months, your eyes flickering from the stunning white marble interior of it to your two hot stepbrothers that keep coyly observing you as they greet you by the main door.

"Oh hey, I'm (y/n)."

It's rather awkward talking to them all of a sudden, the right words failing to form in your stunned brain as Jungkook snatches the duffle bag out of your hands in a rush, your feet immediately keeping up with both the boys as they smile at you and turn around, their slim figures quickly skipping up the stairs.

"So, that's gonna be your room. You're right in between me and Jimin hyung."

"I get my own bathroom because I'm older but you'll have to share that one with Jungkookie at the end of the hallway."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Jimin before he throws the duffle bag onto your bed and bounces down on the mattress as if it's his own, legs sprawled all over your sheets while he stares at you standing by the door. Something's caught Jimin's attention though as he's looking out the window all of a sudden, his hand raising up and waving at someone outside, with a huge smile on his face.

"It's Yoongi hyung!"

Just as quickly as he'd fallen on your bed, Jungkook jumps up and giggles while dashing back down the stairs, Jimin's palm curling around your wrist before he happily drags you right behind Jungkook in a jiffy. Why do they run around so much? Your eyes quickly fall on a cute boy standing by the house's entrance when you reach the bottom of the steps, a gummy smile spread on his lips when Jungkook pulls back from the smothering hug he's giving him.

"Here. I baked these cookies for the new girl. That you? I'm Yoongi, Jiminie and Jungkookie's neighbor. Nice to meet you."

An entire cookie has already made it's way down Jungkook's throat by the time Yoongi steps inside and extends his hand out to shake yours, your cheeks already blushing from the way you're instantly attracted to his calm and cool aura, not to mention his handsome looks. He appears older and more mature than your step bros, confirmed by the fact they keep calling him hyung, your obvious crush on Yoongi hidden though as you quickly get a hold of yourself and kindly smile back at him.

"I'm (y/n)! It's so nice to meet you too."

"Cute name."

Yoongi's not afraid to boldly tell you how he feels, the flirtatious glint in his eyes unmistakable and seriously inviting, making a sudden pang of heat shoot up your gut as your gaze falls on the smirk forming on his lip. But you're snapped out of your emotions when Jimin protectively wraps his soft arm around your shoulder, a frown now settling on his face.

"Back off, hyung. She's our sister."

"Um, step sister. We don't even share the same parents... so we might as well not be related."

Jimin gives Jungkook a death stare for that blunt comment, his grip over your shoulder getting tighter as he holds you close, Jungkook casually ignoring his older brother while he stuffs another cookie into his mouth.

"Will you guys relax? I'm only here to drop off cookies for the cute girl."

Jungkook starts cackling while high fiving Yoongi, the older boy's brazen comment clearly meant to trigger Jimin even more, which he is since he's begun to huff and puff, your own lips now parting into a giggle as you shyly stare into Yoongi's pretty, cat like eyes. Jimin's neck jerks to the side in your direction after hearing you laugh, right before he throws an order at you.

"You better stay away from him, (y/n)."

"You better hang out with us more, (y/n). Jimin hyung, go chill with your girlfriend or something."

Jungkook pushes Jimin aside and pulls you towards himself, his muscular arm crushing you into a side hug while Jimin stares at you dumbfounded. Deep down you know what Jimin's saying is probably true, that Jungkook and Yoongi seem like trouble, but hell, you wanna have all the fun while it lasts. At least until the school year's over.

But you quickly learn that with the fun comes the pain of living with your step brothers, especially with your dad and his wife being out all the time because of their office work. It doesn't help that Jungkook almost never locks the bathroom door shut, the amount of times you've seen him shirtless or just simply in his boxers deserving of a dip in some holy water, not to mention the moans and sweet talk between Jimin and his girlfriend miserably shaking the shared wall between your rooms up at odd hours of the day.

"Gosh, do they ever stop fucking?"

"It's gotten worse lately. They keep breaking up over the dumbest shit and then making up with the sex. Come on in, let's watch something."

So glad you've got Jungkook's room to escape into and away from hearing all the moans and grunts echoing out of Jimin's room, you smile and nod at your younger step bro as you flop down on his bed next to him.

"Uh what'd you wanna watch, (y/n)? How about porn?"

You loudly gasp right before you choke on your spit, hastily turning to the side to stare into Jungkook's doe eyes full of mischief, a big smile quickly bursting out on his face when he observes your shook expressions.

"I'm only kidding. I'll put on Fʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ."

But despite your attempts to drown out the noise coming from Jimin's room, the thumping of his bed against the wall can somehow be felt all the way to Jungkook's room, Jungkook's hand restlessly tapping on his own thigh while increasingly getting distracted from the episode playing on the TV in his room. Your eyes can't help but travel up from his firm thighs to the boner that seems to be forming inside his sweatpants, his sharp eyes catching you staring at his crotch within a second.

"So, you wanna help me with this? I promise I won't tell."

His index finger's unashamedly pointing to the outline of his hardened cock, your palm instantly smacking on your mouth in utter disbelief.

"Jungkook! We're family!"

"We're really not, if you think about it. Come on, I'll help you too."

The way he's now tucked his palm onto your inner thigh cuts off your breath, the way his gaze trails towards your lips entirely shaking your core up. It's true you're not exactly blood related to Jungkook, but this still somehow feels wrong, although you fail to question yourself when you allow him to lean in and press a deep kiss on your lips. Your brain's lost against your heart in that moment, your conscience reminding you again how truly attracted you are to Jungkook. And who wouldn't be? He looks like he could easily be in one of those swimsuit catalogs, his stunning body and his even more charming of a face a double whammy against your pathetic little weak ass heart.

"Jungkook... what if someone comes in-"

"Shhh, just let go."

Is this what it feels like being seduced? It's your first time giving into a boy like this, Jungkook's hand now picking yours up and lightly placing it down on his bulge to urge you to massage him, while his own hand starts rubbing your clit through your leggings. His face is so close to yours, his soft lips pressing kisses on your cheek before he pulls you towards him with a swoop of his other arm around your waist. He's succeeding to melt your body underneath his touch, his digits slipping inside your bottoms while your palm keeps rubbing his boner that's ready to pop out of his sweatpants anytime. You bite down on your lip when his teasing fingers finally reach your bare clit, the motion of them gently circling your bud already driving you insane.

"Touch me too."

Your skin's met with the delicate one on his cock as you angle it out of his sweatpants, his thighs clenching from the way you immediately start stroking his length, his long fingers slipping into your hole while you both fully get into arousing each other like the horny kids you are.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."

His words are giving you assurance that you're doing this correctly, your fingers slowly smearing his precum dripping out of his tip onto his cock, making the motion even smoother as you glide your palm up and down. It's difficult to keep doing it though as your own body shakes and twists from the way he's pumping his fingers into you, repeatedly grazing past that sweet spot within you that's making your core clench from pleasure. You can't hold it in much longer, a moan leaving your mouth right before Jungkook kisses you again, his tongue softly pushing into your mouth and exploring it while your tongue excitedly plays around with his.

"You gonna cum for me?"

Your words absolutely push Jungkook over the edge, the way you've bit his lip while asking him the direct question an incredible turn on for him, his cum now spurting out of his tip as he deeply sighs into your cheek. Despite the pleasure running through his system, he doesn't at all get distracted, his fingers badly on a mission to get you cumming too, right before a rhythmic knock on the door makes you both freeze up in panic.

"Yo Jungkookie, it's Yoongi. Can I come in? Jimin seems occupied heheh. Gotta talk to you about that cutie step sister of yours."

Just like that, your orgasm's totally cut off, Jungkook's smooth fingers still deep inside you while you both remain madly frozen, staring into each other's bewildered eyes. Yoongi's standing right outside the room while your palm's still wrapped around Jungkook's now softening cock, his cum stained white t-shirt wet and in desperate need to be changed.

"Jungkookie? You in there?"

"Uhh what? Hold on- one minute, hyung!"

Your trembling, unsatisfied core is left empty when Jungkook slips his digits out of you with a soft pop, your hand immediately letting go of his length as he jumps out of the bouncy bed and lifts his sweatpants back up. He's taken his t-shirt off now, his hands scrambling to find a fresh one from a cabinet when Yoongi twists the door knob open and walks inside on his own, just as you've straightened your slouching body up against the head board of Jungkook's bed. Your heart's beating out of your chest when Yoongi's eyes pierce into yours first, a questioning look then forming on his face while staring at Jungkook's bare chest, which is quickly being covered as the boy throws a black t-shirt over it.

"Oooh what's going on in here?"

"What'd you think, huh hyung? We were obviously hooking up but you busted us. Tsk tsk..."

You should've known not to trust Jungkook to keep his damn mouth shut, the urge to literally want to die in the moment getting worse when you notice the proud smirk on Jungkook's face. You're internally screaming, your mouth fully stuttering as you panic to try to clear your name right away from the bold accusation, which is obviously true. But you don't want Yoongi finding out about all of this. What would he think of you?

"Gosh! Stop lying! We were just- he was just- hot. So he changed his shirt!" 

"I see."

By the tone of his voice and the way he's smiling, you know Yoongi hasn't bought your pathetic attempt at a cover up, Jungkook's honest confession more believable than your made up story. Jungkook coughs before falling back down on the bed, his head now comfortably resting on your thigh after he rolls around towards you. You quickly scoot away from him, eyes still on Yoongi, even though Jungkook manages to re-secure his head back on your leg as if he's got dibs on you, then looking up at Yoongi himself.

"So, you wanted to talk about my cute step sister?"

"Yeah. (y/n), do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?"

You're taken aback by Yoongi's direct request, his straightforward persona charming you even more than before as he cooly stands there waiting for your reply. Yoongi obviously didn't know you were inside the room when he'd knocked, but he confidently turned the situation in his own favor by asking you out on a date, that too without the fear of Jungkook knowing.

Jungkook seems unusually fidgety while an awkward silence takes over the room, his head plucking off your thigh and face turning upwards to observe the flustered look on yours, a subtle hint of jealously flickering through his round eyes when he hears your shocking response.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7?"

A stupid smile remains plastered on your face as you nod at Yoongi, his endearing gummy grin in return making your heart madly flutter. But you get distracted as Jungkook sits up on the bed and lightly shrugs his shoulders as if what just happened doesn't really affect him, although you can sense he seems a bit annoyed by how you'd so easily gone from giving him attention to fully appearing under Yoongi's spell.

"What's going on, you guys?"

Jimin's head pops into the room, a little bit of panic ensuing within you when you realize how pissed he's going to be after learning you're going out with Yoongi tomorrow. Just like how Jungkook had hit Yoongi with the truth about you both hooking up though, he does the same to Jimin.

"Oh, nothing much really. Just (y/n) and I hooked up and now she's going out with Yoongi hyung."

"Hah. Very funny, Jungkookie. Now come on, (y/n). I'll introduce you to my girlfriend! I'm sure you both will get along well. Bye boys!"

You don't know whether you should feel bad about how gullible and naive Jimin is, or be relieved he didn't suspect the truth to actually be the truth. Ignoring Jungkook as you're irritated by the way he can't keep quiet, you get up off the bed and sweetly wave goodbye to Yoongi, then following Jimin to his room, the thought of hanging out with the older boy the next night already making your heart beat faster than ever.

And it's more perfect than you could've imagined, Yoongi being the right combination of a gentleman and a bad boy all in one, keeping the evening interesting at all times through his impressive words and actions. You already knew he wasn't the type of guy who'd go above and beyond to sweep you off your feet, planning a casual date at the local diner and a walk along the river after getting ice cream instead, but he'd made you fall for him hard just from the sheer fact that he was mature and sensible.

And now, after he'd walked you to the front door of your house at the end of a lovely night, your breath gets stuck in your throat when he smiles at you and extends his arms out for a hug. It doesn't even take you a second to follow through though, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you fall into his warm hug, the scent of his musky cologne the tipping point that kicks off the ridiculous hormones flooding through your body.

"I had a great time with you, (y/n)."

Yoongi's soft lips graze yours as he speaks, only your heads pulled back to face each other while your bodies remain tightly embracing one another, your lips now savoring his taste as he wastes no time to kiss you. And you kiss back just as easily, the makeout quickly heating up as you both let go.

It's all seems like a blur how you'd made your way over to the couch, your lips refusing to part Yoongi's even when you trip and your back sinks into the cushions, all while his body hovers straight on top of yours. It appears as if nobody's home, all the lights being off when you'd first unlocked the front door of the mansion with your own set of keys, your heart entirely content in the moment since Yoongi seems so into kissing you, quietly humming and smooching you as his tongue softly mingles in with yours.

"Do you wanna fuck? God, you're so hot."

He takes a quick pause to utter those words right before he swoops back down and starts making out with you again, his silky black hair whipping around on your forehead from the motion. Your body temperature keeps rising by the second, your head eagerly nodding in approval to his question, the want to feel Yoongi fuck you senseless getting stronger than ever.

And he does just that, staring at your naked body with an intimidating hunger while he remains on top, completely unashamed of thrusting in an out of you in the middle of your dad's living room with the bright ceiling lights on full blast. There's no romantic setting with candles or coddling with roses when it comes to being with Yoongi. He gives you exactly what you need, a good fuck with a passion that's indescribable, and without the unnecessary flattery that some girls love oh so much.

"Fuck... I'm so close."

You can practically feel your orgasm snatched away when Yoongi pulls out after hearing your comment, your mouth now wide open in shock.

"Bend over the couch."

You almost feel dirty as your palms dig into the couch, your ass angled up towards Yoongi so he can now stuff his rock solid cock into you, a scream escaping you when he does it effortlessly with no warning. The unholy sound of his balls slapping your ass echoes through the massive first floor of the house, your moans shortly mixing in with the noise as Yoongi keeps slamming into you at an overwhelming pace. He's begun grunting with each thrust, your core tightening when he reaches deeper and hits your g-spot, this angle more pleasurable than you'd anticipated.

"Fuckkkk."

You don't really hear him swear, a muffle resounding from his mouth instead as your orgasm gets you distracted. His movements slow down after the condom's filled with his cum too, his hand gently caressing your ass as if he's complimenting you for holding strong through the sex. But strong is the last thing you feel as your legs give out, your knees falling into the couch after Yoongi's pulled his length out of you, a soft chuckle parting from his lips when he observes your shaking body.

"You are perfect."

Those three words keep replaying in your mind even after Yoongi's kissed you goodbye, your feet now skipping up the stairs towards your bedroom while the big smile on your face refuses to wipe away. You lay out your pajamas on your bed, then happily grabbing your towel before heading to your bathroom for a quick shower to wash yourself clean.

The warm water trickling down your body relaxes your sore muscles, the calmness finally settling in your heart after an unimaginably exciting evening with Yoongi. But it isn't until you're out of the shower and patting yourself dry with the towel that the comforting silence gets disturbed, the door to the bathroom now slowly pushing open before Jungkook's lean body quietly slips in through the small slit.

"Oh my God! Jung-"

His palm curls around your mouth to hush your panic stricken yell, the towel falling down on the tile before Jungkook's chest bumps into your back. The fact that you're naked and exposed in front of your step bro like this almost paralyzes you with worry, but it's not like you haven't been intimate with him before, the memories of jacking him off just yesterday engulfing your mind as Jungkook wraps his other arm around your waist. He's deeply staring at every inch of your skin through the reflection in the mirror up ahead, his palm gradually pulling away from your mouth even though your chest's still heaving up and down from the embarrassment.

"I heard you guys downstairs... I was in my room, you know. You didn't think I'd let you go without finishing what we started, right? I owe you one."

He's obviously referring to the orgasm that he wasn't able to give you after Yoongi had untimely barged into Jungkook's room, the way Jungkook's lips are now trailing down your neck and warmly pressing a kiss on your shoulder melting you right up, against your own damn will that is.

Was this wrong? Probably. But were you going to stop him? Definitely not.

Your naked skin's starting to feel damp, a thin layer of vapor forming all over your body as you're still locked inside the congested bathroom. The steam from your shower's misted up the air within, Jungkook's own face feeling slippery from the condensation when you cup it with both palms, tongue down his throat without any thoughts clouding your mind. Your bare ass stings from the cold tile of the counter top when Jungkook grips your hips and plops you on top of it, his arms now tightly snaked around your body while your sensitive nipples graze against his soft gray t-shirt.

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

Jungkook totally ignores your comment, pressing his thin lips back onto yours to shut you up in between inhaling shortened breaths, both of your chests panting from the rising sexual needs. His mouth slowly trails down your chin to taste the gentle skin on your neck while also attempting to give you a small hickey. But you push him off just in time to avoid the suction of his lips, afraid a red mark on your neck would raise questions, especially from Yoongi and Jimin who'd obviously wonder how you're getting hickeys, and more so 𝘸𝘩𝘰 exactly is giving them to you.

A slight look of annoyance settles on Jungkook's face, his jawline flexing in frustration after you've pushed him off, the dangerous glint taking over those round eyes intimidating but also a huge turn on as he charges back towards you. But this time, your lips are the ones smooching his neck, a deep sigh and grunt escaping him from the pleasure you're giving him.

"Fuckk. Lemme eat you out."

You've clearly gotten him excited to the point where he wants to pleasure you without wanting anything in return, your core already clenching from imagining the way Jungkook's wet lips would feel on your clit. But your sudden gasp says it all, his lips parting yours and gaze observing how your body's begun to tremble from nervousness all together. You're no doubt feeling overwhelmed, the sex with Yoongi from just an hour ago still fresh in your mind, and now being with Jungkook shortly after is quite a lot.

"Hey are you ok? We don't have to do this right now."

It's almost weird to hear Jungkook care about you like this, his usual immature and horny ass behavior a noticeable contrast to the tending persona he's now displaying, your heart warming up to him in an instant as a cute look of concern flashes through his big bambi eyes. But before you can even answer to his whispers, an unexpected loud thud on the door makes you physically scream out in panic.

"Oh shit sorry, (y/n), is that you? I thought it was Jungkookie. How long you gonna be in there? My toilet's broken."

Jungkook's face immediately scrunches up with worry, his lips mouthing "Fuck! It's Jimin hyung" to you as your body becomes paralyzed in fear for what feels like a full minute. Why do people barge into each other in the most uninviting occasions in this household? It's like a joke at this point.

"Almost done! I'll be out soon."

Your natural instinct kicks in, your finger firmly pointing towards the shower curtain, then forcefully pushing Jungkook's back with your palm to urge him to hide behind the covers, all so Jimin can't see him.

"Kook, I swear to God if you utter a single word, I'm literally gonna-"

Your threatening whispers are hushed up by Jungkook's lips smooching yours, an unmistakable smile forming on his face before he nods at you with assurance, gently swiping the shower curtain closed to conceal himself. With a serious risk of heart failure about to consume you, you quickly pick up the towel from the floor, tucking in the corner fold in between your breasts after you've securely wrapped it around your body.

"Oh hey, sorry for taking long. Go ahead, the bathroom's all yours!"

Jimin mindlessly stares at you after you've swung the door open, the fake calm smile you're sporting fading when you notice his gaze falling down to your chest, your mind awkwardly feeling self conscience at the sight of Jimin observing your half naked body. His eyes appear droopy and red, slightly puffy too when he quickly snaps out of it and looks up into your eyes at the sound of you clearing your throat.

"It's cool, no worries. I'm sorry for scaring you."

He keeps it short, his shoulder brushing past your warm skin as he slips inside the bathroom, your palm clutching your stuttering chest before you start walking straight back into your bedroom, praying to God Jimin doesn't find Jungkook, who's still hiding behind the shower curtain.

You're so relieved to hear a lack of conversation, knowing perfectly well there'd be lots of shouting going on if Jungkook were to be busted, your ears still perked up as you quickly change into your pajamas. The quiet click of the bathroom door shutting, and Jimin's feet noisily strut down the hallway, fading away when he finally enters his room. But the silence is shortly disturbed when you hear the clear sound of sniffles, definitely coming from the shared wall in between your room and Jimin's room.

You bite down on your bottom lip, closing your eyes for a quick second when you feel your brain instructing you to check up on Jimin and see if he's ok. You know you need some time to yourself after this crazy night, but Jimin's been the sweetest step bro to you, unlike the chaos Yoongi and Jungkook seemed to have caused, and it's your job to protect Jimin back like he's always done for you. It wouldn't hurt to stop by his room.

"Hey, you ok?"

Jimin's sitting on the edge on his bed when you pop your head in through a gap in the door, his entire face buried in his palms while his elbows dig into his thighs, head hanging low while he sniffles again. You don't know why he's crying but it sucks so bad seeing him like this, your feet instantly walking in his direction and stopping only when you're right next to him.

"I caught her cheating on me. It's all over."

Your heart shatters after hearing Jimin's painful words, his voice heavy and nasally from all of the crying, his face cherry red in color when he finally pulls his palms off and dismally looks up into your pitiful gaze.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

A spike of heat rips through your chest from the anger you feel, the fact that Jimin's girlfriend had cheated on him seriously upsetting you as you sit down next to him on the edge of the bed too. Letting out a deep sigh, your arm consolingly curls around Jimin's shoulder, his head adorably tucking underneath your chin as he snuggles you tight. He's whimpering while a few more tears roll down his plump cheeks, your t-shirt starting to feel wet from the big blobs that keep dripping onto it.

"Maybe I just wasn't good enough. Maybe I could've done more for her."

"Don't say that... Hey, listen to me. What she did is awful and that's totally on her, ok? Please don't blame yourself for anything. You're an amazing person, Jimin. And you're so loved... by all of us."

Jimin sniffles even louder after hearing your words, his body starting to fully shake from the grief, so you hold him closer, both arms completely wrapped around him as his cheek deeply presses into your chest. You gently rub your palm up and down his bicep to get him to calm down, which he finally does after what feels like an hour of cuddles and comfort.

"You're so sweet, you know that? Thanks for this."

"You don't have to say thanks. I'm here for you."

Jimin begins to pull his head back from your embrace, his body weight slowly lifting off of you and now allowing you to breathe better.

"Oh, sorry for crushing you."

Jimin notices how sharply you're inhaling, your lungs expanding to make up for the lost air, your lips then parting in a grin when you see him shyly giggling from the guilt of suffocating you. It feels so great to see Jimin smile again, his tears unbearable to watch. Both your palms squish his cheeks and hold onto them, your thumbs then wiping away his tears as you warmly smile at him from the care you feel for him.

"Now promise me one thing. No more tears, ok?"

Jimin immediately beams at you and nods, his eyes traveling down to your lips soon after, making you feel a pang of nervousness as it hits you just how close your face actually is to his. And the way he now quickly leans in and pecks your lips gets you startled, your body still in shock when he pulls back and reads your expressions for a sign of approval.

"What- what was that for?"

"I just- I need a distraction... I don't want to think about anything."

You get what Jimin's saying, the desire to empty out your mind and have no thoughts something you're also wanting, especially after your insane encounters with Yoongi and Jungkook earlier in the night. You just never imagined kissing Jimin would help make those thoughts pause like they had, this entire act seeming quite counter productive as you're only adding another boy into the mix of your life. But Jimin's pouty lips remain close to yours, devilishly tempting you and winning you over.

It only takes a few seconds before Jimin's hand's already underneath your shirt, his palm softly moulding the shape of your breasts while his juicy lips stay attached to yours. You wonder how someone can have such soft lips, the plushiness a gift that you get to taste, the makeout heating you up as Jimin's thumb teasingly grazes your hardening nipple. Of course you aren't wearing a bra underneath your pajamas, the way you're sucking on your step bro's tongue a reroute from your original plan of crashing into your own bed for a good night's sleep. No point in having regrets now.

"Damn, you've got great tits."

You don't stop Jimin when he lifts your shirt up and off of you to get you topless, and you certainly give him permission to suck on your breasts, the soft pressure with which his tongue's circling your bud inducing shaky moans out of you. Your fingers run through his silky hair as he's bent down, face still buried in your cleavage while your eyes begin to close up.

"Having all the fun without me, I see."

Jungkook's sudden irritated voice startles both you and Jimin, your heads whipping towards the door where he's standing with his arms folded. Jimin quickly picks your shirt off the floor and respectfully covers your exposed chest up, his perplexed eyes widening in shock when Jungkook smirks and chuckles out loud, your own cheeks now burning bright pink.

"Oh don't worry, I've already seen her naked. I told you we hooked up."

"Well... why don't you join in then, Kook?"

War Of The Hearts: #6

✽Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily

✽Word Count - 6k

✽Ratings - 18+

✽Genre(s) - Mafia Au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.

✽Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed, Mentions of Drugs, Attempted Murder, A little manipulative behavior, A shootout, a lot of cursing.

This chapter contains talks of self harm, please please do not engage with it if it triggers you.

✽Summary - You’ve been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that’s what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be minuscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart’s at war, but it’s fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.

✽A/N : Forgive me for updating so late, Waring: This chapter may seem fast paced and may raise questions but the next update will answer all of them i promise. Hope you enjoy it:)Please please do let me know what you think about it, Your comments and asks literally mean the world to me. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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You shut the window tight with your bleeding hands. The red visible on the pristine white window sill. You take a look at your blood-covered hands. The cuts didn't look deep, but they definitely hurt like a. You had these cuts in worse places and somehow you were used to getting hurt, getting shot. But you could never get used to the pain that came along with it.

You stand in front of the closed window, looking at the darkness. You had no idea who that person was, where he came from and what business he had to do with you. But you were sure you would find out. One way or another.

The echoes keep getting louder and you quickly rush to the bathroom to wash up the wound and dress it up.

"Son of a bitch" loud curses leave your mouth when the cold water hits the cut and the red decorates the white of the sink.

"Are you in there?" You freeze when you hear Namjoon's voice and the knocks on the door keep getting louder.

"Be out in a minute." You yell at the sound of the water. You quickly disinfect the wound and dress it up in a minimal way, which won't be visible much. You quickly pick an oversized hoodie. big enough to have sweater paws. In no way were you going to let the seven men see the wounds. That would open another can of worms, and right now you had no mental or physical strength to deal with any of those.

You quickly sprint to the door and the moment you open the door. Two large arms engulf you in a hug, making you lose your balance. The rest of the boys step inside the room and finally give you an idea of whose arms you were in.

"Thank you, Thankyou so much DJ. You have no idea how much I owe you." You wipe the tears on Namjoon's face, and he just smiles at you with watery eyes and his dimpled smile. There was a pure look of despair on his face, and that was something you rarely saw. You knew Namjoon all these years. But never once had you seen him cry, or any other expression on his face other than the stoicness that took a permanent residence over his features.

"Namjoon you owe me nothing, I did what I wanted."

"You know the day when you first saved us eight years ago, That was the day when I felt I was going to lose everyone I love. I would have lost them, Died myself too. But it was because of you, I did not have to deal with that fear."

"As if I would let you die." You realize it a second later about what you said when you hear a giggle from Jimin, who was crying along with Namjoon. You sheepishly look away. There was no way you could have taken it back too. Not that you wanted to.

"Why are you like this?" Taehyung quickly snatches you from Namjoon and hugs you even tighter. You smile when you feel the warmth of his body. His chin resting on top of your head.

One by one you passed around the boys like a doll. Who took turns hugging you and thanking you. You made sure to not let the wounds be visible. You winced when someone tried to hold your hands in theirs. But you could take it.

The seven men who stood in front of you weren't any rich mafia bosses. They were just seven men who were thankful to you for saving their lives. The eyes that once held Anger, Resentment, Pity, and duty towards you. Now had something different in them. Though you still couldn't put a finger on it. But you were happy with whatever it was now.

You didn't have much to say about Bangtan. You did what you did because you loved them and you had no intentions of expecting anything in return either.

"Let's get going, It's late enough already." Everyone nodded at Jin's voice, and the men started following suit after he made an exit out of your room. You walked with the men downstairs, ready to bid the men goodbye for the night. You have a lot to figure out yet. But you have a lot of time now. Jeh was safe in Malaga. You were back in your home and the rest would fall into place soon.

"Good night you guys, Take care." The rest of the guys stopped in the tracks and turned to look at you with confused looks on their faces, which in turn put the same expression on your face too.

"What do you mean Good night guys? You're coming with us." Yoongi spoke up and the rest of the guys agreed with him.

"That's fine though, I can stay back here. I'm perfectly healthy now." You tried to make an argument, but it died down as soon as Hoseok put up a stern expression on his face. , that guy had the prettiest smile and the most dangerous eyes, too, when he was mad.

"I didn't even pack–

"You meant this?" Jungkook stood behind you with two suitcases in each of his hands with a smirk on his face.

"Perfect. You already have stuff at the house, Now you have enough to last you a couple of months."

"A couple of months?" Your eyes widened at Jimin's statement. What did he mean by a couple of months? You in Bangtan House for a couple of months? Like hell you would.

"Yup. Now get going, woman. Lily must be waiting."

"I know Lily wants me to stay there but i'll talk to her, You guys don't have to worry about it." Namjoon took long strides towards you, and held your hands. The pain immediately shoots to your brain, considering the force he held them with.

"We're not taking you home because Lily wants it, We're taking you home because we want to. I admit we took you home because she wanted to initially but now we really want you to live with us." You had no arguments left to counter anymore. The equation that you and Bangtan shared had always been like this. Inexplicable.

"I agree with that, Now let's go home please." Yoongi quoted, and the man literally walked up to Jungkook and took a bag from his hand and walked straight towards the front door. Bag in one hand and the other hand tucked in his jeans pocket. leaving seven confused people behind. There was no human who could match Yoongi's swag.

Everyone left one by one after Yoo ngi's exit and you had no other option than to follow the seven men. See, you were no weak, but regarding these seven humans, there was a glitch. No matter how hard you tried, or how hard or unreasonable the request was, if they wished for it, they could have it.

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"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.." The moment you entered the house of Bangtan, the living tornado threw her arms around you like she had met you after ages. Although it was just in the morning she had seen you.

"Hi." Lily threw her arms around your shoulders and you sighed. You could never get used to the amount of skinship this woman was into.

"I ordered take out, Lets eat. I'm super hungry."

"Fine, you big baby." Namjoon chuckled as he ruffled Lily's hair, and she beamed just like a kid who got what she wanted.

The changes that had been happening in Bangtan House somewhat scared you. Because they kept changing at such a fast pace. You were worried about just one thing, though. Faster the pace, greater the collision.

The dinner went by pretty smoothly. There were no more discussions or any apologies. Just a normal dinner in comfortable silence. The way Lily kept glancing at you and smiling, gave you a different vibe, but you just left it to another day. You had enough for today. This could be decoded for another day. All you want now. Was some peaceful sleep.

"Hyung, we need to talk.." Everyone looked up at Jimin, who was elbowing Jungkook.

"Yeah, What is it?"

"It's work related. Can we talk to you all in Namjoon Hyungs study?"

"Work related? What is it that I don't know?"

"Hyung, Just come already." Jungkook whined, and Namjoon nodded his head. Jin and Hoseok quickly helped clear the table. Lily dragged you upstairs.

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You carefully clean the wounds again, taking your time since the last time you did. You had seven men on the opposite side of the door. You contemplated telling them, but the questions that they would fire at you were going to be intense and somehow you were not ready for that.

The loud knock on the door startles you yet again. You quickly wear your hoodie and rush to open the door. Lily stood on the opposite side, smiling like she always did and with her blanket in her hand.

"Am I late?"

"Late for what?"

"Is tae here already?"

"No he's not.--- Lily doesn't let you finish as she immediately pushes you aside and quickly claims her side of the bed. She motions you to sit beside her and you agree with a sigh. There was no way this woman would listen to you. And over time you have learned to deal with this ball of energy called Lily. You sit beside her, and she scoots closer.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Don't you think it's a little late for that? You literally picked your side." Lily giggles as you roll your eyes. You quickly make yourself comfortable on the other side and turn off the lights.

"Lily, if Tae's gonna sleep here too, Make sure you guys don't do anything funny."

"Now that you think of it, It could be a threesome." Your eyes widen in horror at Lily's word. You took a chance by warning her to not have sex with Tae when you were sleeping right next to you. You had to save yourself from that horror.

"Lily, I swear to —-

"Relax DJ, I'll just ask Tae to sleep in his room tonight. Why does he only get a chance to sleep with you? I also want to sleep with you." You choked on air on the way Lily framed the sentence. Trust this woman to make you awkward and shocked at the same time.

"Lily—-

"Relax, I'm just kidding."

"Why are you like this?"

"I have no clue."

"You're insufferable."

"Nope, Wonderful is the word you're looking for."

"Lily–

"DJ"

"Jokes apart, Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You felt Lily face you, and although there was only dim moonlight lighting up the room. You could clearly feel the smile on her face die down. You had a feeling she knew what you wanted to ask.

"Why did you let me be a part of your lives?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Ofcourse, There no actions without reasons. There has to be something."

"DJ you need to relax, Isn't it a good thing that right now all nine of us are together? Aren't these people lucky that they have two wonderful women who love them so much?"

"That wasnt the answer i was looking for."

"Stop looking for answers and stop questioning good things. You got the men you love. Be Happy. And I get to have a wonderful girlfriend like you."

"You never think before you speak, do you?"

"Dj, My love, that's the beauty of it."

"Beauty of giving me almost heart attacks?"

"Look at the brighter side DJ."

"You're insufferable Lily."

"Wonderful."

"Whatever."

"DJ Who did this?" You froze the moment Lily grabbed your hands and gently ran her thumb into your palm. You tried to pull your hand away from her, but the more you tried to pull it, the more she held it. Thank God for the dim lights. Or else you would have had a hard time looking at her.

"I got hurt–

"Like this?"

"Lily—

"Dont lie DJ, I may not be as dangerous as you guys are, But i definitely know the difference between a scar when it happened accidentally and made on purpose."

"Lily—

"Who did it?"

"I have no idea." The idea of finally speaking about this loud gave you a sense of relief, and there was no one who you at the moment could have spoken to. The guys were out of the question. Marco would take the next flight back. You were on your own and that was always the best.

"Do the guys know?"

"No. And I'm not telling them either." Lily locked her hands with yours. You let out a wince, but Lily firmly held your hand. And as always, you gave up the idea. This woman was stubborn on another level.

"Okay."

"Lily, Promise me you won't tell them either."

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You will let me help you find the person and get to the root of this." You let out a laugh after hearing her statement. Not that you thought she was weak or something, but because of the tone she used. You were pretty sure she was pouting like a kid.

"How will you help me?"

"Huh, Don't underestimate me DJ. I have been the girlfriend of these bangtan men for a long time now. I know a trick or two."

"Interesting."

"Are you going to kill the man who did this to you?"

"What do you think?"

"I have a request. Promise me first you will oblige."

"Depends on the request." Lily immediately sat up straight and pulled you along with her. She quickly switched the light on, confusing you as to what exactly this request was.

"Promise me."

"First tell me, Do you promise?"

"Alright, fine."

"I want to kill that man who did this to you." Your eyes widened in shock after listening to her request. This woman had such weird requests and wishes that sometimes you doubted how the wiring of her brain was.

"No, Not happening."

"You promised DJ no backing out. Mafia women don't go back on their words."

"I don't know about the others, But im letting you nowhere near a gun."

"Awww you're worried for me?"

"Why do you have such weird requests? You wanted to watch me kill someone earlier. Now you want to kill someone?"

"Don't remind me, I swear you must be the hottest thing when you kill someone."

"Oh my god! You're—

"Agree already."

"No."

"You promised me you won't deny one request."

"Ask for something else then."

"Okay, Then let's have a three some with one of the guys." You choked for the second time. Lily was trying super hard to hold back her laughter. You quickly switched the lights off and took the blanket over your head.

"How do you wanna kill him? Stab him or shoot him?"

"That's my girl."

"You're insufferable."

"Huh, Correction. Wonderful."

Lily quickly scoots besides you and slips her hand on your tummy, making soothing circles on it. You give up the idea of asking her to shift considering she won't budge either ways. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath. Lily takes her hand from your tummy to your head and pats your head, gently trying to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

"Goodnight my love, Have the sweetest dreams."

"Good night lily."

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Lily kept staring at the ceiling, restlessness running through her veins. One thing, one thing was what she was supposed to do. But it seemed like her luck loved playing hide and seek with her.

No matter how many times she tried running away from her past. It came back in one way or the other. She ran from it as far as she could. Only to fall head-first into it again. This time there were a lot of things on the line. Lives of the people she loved and lives of the people that she could not save. To things that she was doing for love. And the things that she was planning to do for love were scary at the best.

Her life took a 360 degree turn the moment flight LT-089 landed in Seoul, South Korea. She would have never guessed she'd have to face the dead skeletons in her closet once again.

The buzz of her phone interrupted her restless train of thoughts. The name flashing on the screen generated sweat on her forehead. Lily quickly made sure that you were fast asleep by flashing the phone on your face. Once sure, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

"What part of don't call me, I will call you when i can you don't understand?" The person on the other end broke out in laughter and a tear skipped her eyes.

"I'm doing what you said, Isn't that enough?" Lily hung up the phone after giving an excuse that the others were coming back. That only postponed the threat. She had gotten into a predicament all because she couldn't make some decisions in the past, and now those unmade decisions came to haunt her years later.

You were still fast asleep when she crept back into the covers, heaving a sigh of relief. Lily closed her eyes awaiting for sleep to engulf her so that her worries would disappear in the dead of the night.

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"What is it Jungkookah?" Namjoon asked Jungkook, who was busy fidgeting with Jimin. It looked like the two were debating on something.

"Hyung,

"You think?" Jimin raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, who just scowled in return.

"We think, By we I mean Jimin and I think someone is after DJ." Loud gasps were heard from the remaining five who were seated around the room. The five men remain stunned at the revelation, with a thousand questions brewing in their minds.

"And how did you come to his conclusion?" Namjoon asked his leader to be activated. While the others listened.

"Jimin noticed blood stains on her window and it looked like the stains were made just a few minutes ago, And then i saw some kind of cut on her palm when we were leaving her house."

"Are you sure? There could be another explanation to this?" Taehyung asked, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and Jimin looked like he got confused about it too.

"The only other explanation that fits here other than someone being after her, is if she self harms." Namjoon shook his head furiously at Yoongi's statement. He knew the fierce woman DJ was. She wouldn't harm herself. His gut kept telling him. There was more to this.

"Maybe that is the case? You know Marco took Jeh away today and he said some pretty mean things to her." Jin added, But still this didn't make sense to Namjoon. The gears in his head were turning furiously, but he couldnt point to one thing that could be fit here.

"That may be the case, But it doesn't add up with the blood stains on the window." Namjoon spoke up finally, and the rest of them nodded. He did have a valid point, though.

"Why would she close the window after she cut herself?"

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Hoseok excused himself and before anyone could say anything he was out of the room in a jiffy.

"Where the fuck did he go?" Jungkook looked at the now-shut door in confusion. Unable to fathom why his hyung suddenly walked out.

"Let him, He will be back. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation. What in fresh hell was this. ck. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation.

"Hyung im telling you something is wrong. I have a feeling–

"She didn't do that herself, Someone did that to her." Hoseok's voice stunned everyone. He walked confidently back to his place and took his seat. The others looked at him, bewildered.

"And how did you know?" Namjoon asked, his curiosity spiking up at the speed of lightning. Hoseok calmly got up from his seat and went to Namjoon's side and took a pen from his pen holder. While the others gathered around the table to see the explanation he had to give.

"See, When we harm ourselves the cut that we make on our skin always starts upwards and it's deep on the upper side." Hoseok demonstrated the same on Namjoon's hand with the pen, and the rest of them concentrated on it like it was a lesson

"But when someone else does it, They start from the opposite end. So it's deeper on the down side. And the cuts on her hands are deep where they end, Not where they begin." Hoseok did the same thing, but in an opposite way, then the room was filled with gasps again. He was spot on.

"That's genius hyung." Taehyung's eyes sparkled as he looked at the older man in admiration. Everyone was speechless and gave his bang on explanation.

"She showed you that so easily?" Yoongi asked with a smirk decorating his face. Hoseok just shrugged.

"She was sleeping, I didn't ask."

"Thought so."

"Hyung that's not right." Taehyung complained, and Hoseok looked at him incredulously.

"Someone tried to hurt her and you think I should have asked for her permission? You're better than that Tae." Taehyung quickly scowled, but agreed silently to his hyung statement. If someone tries to hurt you, they should definitely pay for it.

"True that."

"Where should we start?"

"Let's start from her house, I'm sure she has CCTV installed on her main gate. Let's check that." Hoseok added.

"I don't think that's going to work, There was no one when we came. What makes you think that person is going to be dumb enough to leave any evidence?" Everyone agreed with Namjoon's theory. Looking at the situation, there was a very slim chance that there would be any kind of evidence.

"Let's give it a try at least."

"Jin hyung is right, What if we are lucky and we end up finding something?"

"We are already lucky enough Kookah, But i'd be down to try as well." Jungkook gave Yoongi a hi-five and the latter smiled at the enthusiastic young boy.

"Okay then, Taehyung see if you can hack into her house cameras."

Taehyung immediately fetched his laptop and it didn't take long enough for him to work his magic on it.

"Shit they have been shut for a lot of days. The last footage we have here is fifteen days old." The little hope that everyone had quickly deflated the way it came and that brought the men to a dead end just like before.

The guys sat around the table as puzzled as before, There were no clues and none of them were sure if you were going to even answer their questions. Things had been already complicated since the beginning,

"Wait a minute, I'm sure the other houses must have some kind of surveillance around. It's the upscale area after all." Jin's words piqued everyone's interest, and Taehyung immediately got to work with his tongue poking out just a little. That one thing that gave away his full concentration mode.

"Holy fucking shit." Taehyung's eyebrows shot up the moment he saw the black figure jumping right out. The house had a camera fitted on the gate which gave a slightly distant view of your main gate, and that was enough to give a clue.

"The images are a little distorted, But yeah looks like a guy. Cant see his face though. Fucker's wearing a hoodie."

The guys played the footage back and forth, but there was nothing else they could identify about the intruder.

"Guys, let's get some sleep. Let's start this fresh again tomorrow." Namjoon got up from his seat and the rest followed suit. They had a long day too, and this required all of their concentration and priority.

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You remained in bed for most of the part of the morning and thankfully none of the guys or Lily woke you up. You heard the buzz of the phone on the side table and saw Chong bin's number flashing on it. You picked up the phone and before you could speak anything, Chong bin's cries of help made your blood run cold.

"Chongbin, Are you okay?"

"DJ, My friend. Your man isn't okay. And he is not going to be okay anytime soon. Say your goodbyes to him." The man on the opposite side doesn't give you a chance to speak. You hear gunshots and the dead silence engulfs both the ends of the phone.

"I swear to god, I will kill you. Don't you let yourself get caught." The man on the other end laughs evilly as you clutch the phone tightly in your hand.

"We will see about that DJ, We will see. And no don't you think this is the end." The line drops dead and you flume with anger. The man sounded much like the man who was at your house yesterday, and that evil laugh was wired deeply in your brain. The laugh that mocked you to no end. The laugh that had you doing things you could never imagine. You had to literally send away your best friend and you couldn't be there for him. And now it was Chongbin. One of your most trusted men. You were definitely going to drag him to hell and back once you had your hands on him.

You quickly push the blankets aside and grab your car keys and rush out of the main door. Leaving a startled Lily right beside the door.

"Where are you going?" Lily grabs you by the arms but you quickly brush it away. You had no time to give out explanations. Lily does not ask anymore questions upon your silence and just follows you to the car.

"Just get in, I'll tell you everything on the way." You speed the streets like your life depends on it, and the moment you reach Chong bin's house, the sight that greets you both gets Lily's lungs in motion.

Chongbin lay lifeless on the floor. A bullet shot straight into his head between his eyebrows, and tortured him similarly, just like the way Jeh was. You sit down right next to him and close his lifeless eyes that lay wide open. Lily sits down beside you and holds your hand tightly while she shivers for herself.

"DJ calm down, We will find him. There must be a clue. I will fucking rip into shreds once i lay my hands on him." Lily holds you tighter as anger flows through your veins. The person that did this to him had to die and you were going to make sure you would lay your hands on him soon.

"I need to be alone Lily, I'll call you sometime and you can pick me up."

"DJ no you can't be alone right now. I can stay."

"Lily, I said I need to be alone right now." You don't repeat it again and Lily gets the hint and leaves quietly. You quickly call up your men to finish off the last rites of Chongbin and once that was done. Then the DJ that had been a little too comfortable in the defense would be all ready to be on the offence and this won't be, it wasn't going to be nice.

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Lily calms her breathing down once she's settled in the car, her heart beating wild in her chest the moment she sees Chongbin on the floor. This was getting out of hand. She knew who it was. She knew it the moment Jeh left Seoul.

Lily had an agenda from the start. Everything was well until DJ got Ivanov into the equation. All of this would have been solved if the deal had been postponed a little. Lily had you and the men of Bangtan right where she wanted. They may not be aware, but they were falling for you. She could see it.

The incessant ringing of her phone pulled her back into reality and her blood ran cold again the moment she saw who it was. With shivering hands and a stuttered voice, Lily held the phone against her ear.

"What do you want?" She tried mustering the entire courage inside her to utter one sentence.

"Is that how you speak to your brother, Yulina?" Sweat started forming on Lily's head when she heard the name. The name that she had left behind a long time ago. A very long time ago. That part of her was dead when she decided she had no other option to escape if she wanted to live.

"Mikhail. That part of me died the day I ran away. Do not call me that."

"Yulina, My little sister Yulina. Always a disgrace aren't you? Well then should I say the same thing to this gentleman here?"

"I said I'd help you Mikhail, You have to give me time."

"I don't have time Yulina, Maybe this gentleman here will motivate you to do things a little faster for me?"

"Yulina."

"Boris." Tears started streaming down Lily's face as soon as she heard that voice. The voice of the man she loved for a long long time.

"Yulina, Where are you?"

"Listen up Yulina, I am texting you an address and i want you here in the next half an hour. If you're not here Boris will be dead next."

"Mikhail do not do anything to him, I am coming." Lily kept screaming into the car. She had no clue why this was happening to her. Mikhail seemed to be a step ahead of her in every way, and she hated it with her entire existence.

The only reason she had gotten you involved in the men of Bangtan's life was because she had found Boris after all these years. And now she had the chance to finally be with him. But fate had other plans for her. Ivanov died and Mikhail came out of hiding. The calm waters of the past brought out a storm, and all she could do was stand and watch the things she loved get destroyed one by one.

Lily was confident you would find Mikhail by any means and that was the reason she had asked for you to allow her to kill him. The scores needed to be settled and this time she would win. She would bring Mikhail down for forever, and by the time the news would have reached Russia. She would be on the run with Boris. Bangtan had you, she had Boris, and it was supposed to work that way. But now?

Twenty minutes and two narrowly escaped accidents later, Lily reached the location Mikhail had texted her. And this time a loud sob escaped her mouth when she saw Boris tied to the chair and his face bruised. It looked like the guy could barely breathe.

"Boris. Wake up, I'm here." A sharp pain shot through her scalp as soon as Boris opened his eyes.

"We have some unfinished business." Mikhail looked at her with the same hate that she had seen all these years. The same hatred that ran in the family for her. The same way her father looked at her. The same way the eldest sibling looked at her. And her only fault was the difference in sperm that led to her birth, and her mother's death.

"Mikhail keep him out of it, I beg of you." Lily pleaded at his feet. But Mikhail refused to budge. He had a completely different agenda.

"I will, Only if you bring DJ to me."

"I will. Leave him please." Lily quickly jumps to her feet to untie Boris. But the minute her fingers touch the rope, Mikhail slaps her with all his might, throwing Lily at a distance.

"Who said you could touch him whore?"

"Mikhail leave him out of this, You want DJ ? I will get her. Take all of the eight. But spare him." Mikhail let out a laugh on hearing her pleas. They made no sense. But that's all she could do right now.

"I want DJ today. By evening I want her to be tied up in the same place as this motherfucker is. If not he's dead."

"Mikhail il get her. You have to promise me you will let Boris go." Before Mikhail could answer the question. The ring of his phone bought an unreadable expression on his face. He stepped out, and the moment Lily found Boris alone. She quickly rushed forward to undo his ties.

"Don't do that Yulina, He wont let me go. There are snipers stationed around the building. Even if we escape we won't go far." Lily let go of the ties in her hands and collapsed onto the floor.

"I'm Sorry, I really am."

"Don't be. What are we going to do now?"

"I'm going to drop a hint to DJ about Mikhail, That's all she needs. Once she knows who killed Chongbin she will be a shark out for blood. We just have to wait."

"Are you crazy, what are you trying to do?"

"I don't know, Everythings messed up right now. But if someone can kill Mikhail it's DJ. I can't involve Bangtan, They will kill you."

"As if your brother is going to spare me."

"I won't let anything happen to you. Not this time. This time we are together. I don't care what happens to the rest of them."

"What if Mikhail kills DJ?"

"No he won't. At Least not now. All I have to do is give a hint about him to DJ and then let her handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"This is the only way out. We will figure out everything else later."

"Okay if you say so." The door opens with a bang and Mikhail walks in with a smug smile on his face.

"Till Evening, Yulina. Or else your boy is dead. Now get lost." Mikhail sends her flying right into another corner and Boris struggles to free himself. Earning another slap from Mikhail.

Lily makes her way down to the building and she takes a deep breath before she fishes her phone out of her jeans. She had to make sure she had to be on the winning end. No matter who won and no matter who died. The familiar ringtone rings through the car. Lily holding her breath, ready to save herself and her love.

"Can you arrange a Midazolam Injection for me? Just enough to put someone to sleep immediately.?" She quickly sends the location and as soon the confirmation hits as the screen. She calls you, fingers beating on the steering wheel and her anxiety rushing beyond the roof.

"DJ where are you ?"

legacies | ch.7

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

pov — reader ✘ vminkook

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.7

Already starting your internship at Jimin's father's company, your schedule has gotten overwhelmingly full, with no time to even think about relaxing now that first round of exams were coming up too. You're just minding your business and trying to stay on task per usual, studying in a quiet nook of the library when the little she-devil's voice steals your attention, your eyes now distractedly trailing up from your notebook towards her sitting at a table nearby with her equally annoying flock of demon-friends.

"You girls wanna see what I'm wearing to Koo's birthday party?!"

Bomi holds her phone up and passes the picture of her dress along to everyone, the shrilly giggles and murmurs that follow after making you roll your eyes, although you find your thoughts caught up with the boy being mentioned. You'd still not gotten around to talking with Jungkook about the entire poem fiasco, not after you'd secretly seen Bomi making out with Taehyung that one night on your way back to your dormitory.

Jungkook had respected your wish by staying away from you at all costs like you'd demanded him to do a couple of weeks ago, even going to the extent of sitting all the way on the other side of the lecture hall to really show he no longer wants anything to do with you. Your life had certainly become less chaotic ever since Jungkook had started maintaining his distance from you, but the pinch of uneasiness dwelling inside your chest refused to go away, a small part of you always wondering about Bomi's involvement with Taehyung and whether they were the ones responsible for everything that'd happened.

"So what's going on between you and Jungkook? Have you both finally hooked up?" one of Bomi's groupie obnoxiously giggles, sliding the phone back to her across the table.

"Not yet! But I hope I get lucky at his birthday party!"

You feel a surge of heat ripple through your body overhearing Bomi's disgusting plan of collecting all the popular boys for herself, like they're candy or something, your hands now automatically packing up your belongings and stuffing them in your bag one by one, the need to want to get away from listening to this cheap conversation pushing you straight out of the library. It's anyways about time for your music theory class with Mr. Min, so you begin strolling towards the lecture hall ahead of schedule, only to spot Jungkook sitting alone on a bench on your way, staring down at a book in his lap.

"Jeon Jungkook actually reads? That's something I thought I'd never see."

You've decided to seize this opportunity to discuss matters with Jungkook with some hope in your heart to find answers, but to your dismay, it appears as if he's really not interested in having a conversation with you. You still sport a weak smile as you slowly approach the pretty boy, trying to break the awkwardness with a tiny insult like you're both used to throwing at one another, but your face drops when Jungkook peels his eyes off of the book and quickly glances up at you, only to blatantly avoid you at once and go back to reading.

"Listen... can we please talk?"

A faint "hmm" grumbles out of Jungkook in response, although his doe eyes still remain focused on the book while his wispy bangs sweep low covering his forehead. It's unclear to you why he's behaving this way, as if he's the one annoyed with you, the slight bit of attitude he's giving you unwarranted, at least in your mind, since you're the one who actually has a reason to be upset with him. But instead of unhinging on him and losing your temper as a natural response, you slowly sink down and taking a seat next to Jungkook, unsure how to begin expressing your confusion, but you decide to start off strong with the biggest question on your mind.

"Did you give my poem to Bomi?"

"I already told you I didn't" Jungkook immediately clarifies, his depressing tone of voice undoubtedly surprising you as you'd expected him to sound the complete opposite of that, something along the lines of rudely retorting with his usual flare.

"I think Taehyung did it."

Jungkook's head instantly lifts up and sharply turns in your direction after you'd shared your uncertain guess, his round eyes now widening even more with a hint of fear as they lock in with your curious ones, further befuddling your thoughts. So was it true then? Did Taehyung really have something to do with all of this?

"Let's not talk here. Come with me."

"But we have class soon─"

Ignoring your comment all together, Jungkook snaps his book shut and nervously looks over his shoulder, then hastily standing up and grabbing your hand, forcing you to get up and follow him as he begins dragging you across the patch of grass. You're more confused than ever, not knowing exactly where he's taking you, your cheeks reddening when several nosey students turn their heads in your direction, their gaze then falling down to your hand tightly clutched in Jungkook's fist as you both march your way around campus. It isn't until you notice the underclassmen boys dormitory tower up ahead that you know where you're going, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with each step you take. Being out for classes, you get lucky there aren't many people in the hallways of the all boys building, making it easier to go unnoticed as Jungkook unlocks his room and shoves you inside, slamming the door shut right behind him.

"You can let go of my hand now, Jeon..."

Jungkook's still holding your hand when you both drop down on the edge of his bed, but he quickly unlocks his fingers from yours after hearing your comment, then nervously tapping his own thigh in a rhythm, clearly from the fresh wave of embarrassment taking over him. Knowing yourself, you should be feeling weird being in the boys dormitory like this, especially sneaking into Jungkook's room of all people, but something about the way he's almost helplessly looking at you now somehow makes you feel calm, the first time you've ever felt relaxed in his presence despite the unplanned situation taking place.

"Why do you think Taehyung hyung gave your poem to Bomi?" Jungkook cuts the deepening silence, boring intensely into your eyes as he sits just a few inches away from you, the heat of his body radiating onto you while his chest rises quickly with each short breath he takes.

"I saw... I saw him and Bomi hooking up by the girls dormitory really late at night when I was out for a walk. I thought you and Bomi had a thing so it all came as a big shock seeing her with Taehyung. Then I kept thinking about how you'd looked innocent when I accused you of selling my poem off to her... Kept thinking if there was any truth to how you'd denied my allegations."

Jungkook doesn't say anything at first, his gaze slowly lowering down onto the carpet while his brows furrow with perplexity, his forehead scrunching up and eyes closing shut like he's fallen deep in thought about what you'd just explained to him. It feels like a whole minute's passed by before Jungkook opens his mouth, takes another pause, and then blurts out the next few sentences in a tumble, as if he couldn't contain it in any longer.

"Hyung's gonna kill me for this.... but yeah, I can't lie to you anymore. He told me he'd offer you help with the poem before taking the purple folder you'd given to me in the cafeteria. That's how he got the copy of your poem, which he must've handed off to Bomi right after. I swear I had absolutely no idea about his plan though... I would've stopped him had I'd known."

The seriousness of it all doesn't even hit you for a few seconds, Jungkook's words sinking into your system and causing pain like a slow poison, as if your brain simply can't comprehend what your ears had just heard. It was the purest form of betrayal that you'd now begun to feel in your core, a throbbing nauseousness churning in your gut at the thought of Taehyung being so cruel to you. It was the worst kind of hurt you could experience, such malice coming towards you from someone pretending to be your friend, someone who'd cared for you to your face but taunted you so bad behind your back. But why?

At least Jimin and Jungkook openly showed their hatred for you, allowing you to form an honest opinion of them, but Taehyung had really screwed with you, shattering your trust like a broken mirror. How was it that you somehow felt an ounce of respect towards Jimin and Jungkook in this moment, the two people who've made your life hell at this insane place, and your heart turned black thinking about Taehyung, the one person who's stood by your side through it all? Albeit with absolute dishonesty.

"But what did I ever do to Taehyung? I... I don't understand why he'd do such a vile thing" your voice unnaturally cracks despite a mere whisper leaving your lips, Jungkook's body now fully turning in your direction as you shake with a mixture of anger and grief, his smooth palm delicately placing on top of yours before giving it a soft squeeze.

"It's because of me... I wanted revenge on you after you slapped me in front of the whole class on your first day here, so hyung thought he was just being a good friend to me by fucking you over in return. I never imagined he'd go this far, potentially risking your entire future with plagiarism on your permanent record" Jungkook sighs carrying an air of shame, then continuing to speak again after a brief halt.

"I'm not a good person, (y/n)... I despised you so much in the beginning for how you insulted me. I wished something bad like this would happen to you, but when it did, I instantly regretted even thinking those hateful things. As I got to know you better, I started respecting you... You really didn't have to apologize to me for raising your hand at me after I ruined your watch, but you still did it anyways. You... You actually have a conscience unlike any of us, and you forced me into looking closely at my fucked up one, making me want to do better. I... I just want you to know that I'm truly very sorry for everything" Jungkook slowly mumbles everything out, dumping his wad of emotions onto your already muddled mind.

It's a lot to take in, no doubt, the anxiousness in your chest now creeping up against your own will, your lungs beginning to heave as your tough facade completely crumbles in front of Jungkook for the first time. Just hearing his honest confession and sensing the buried vulnerability in it triggers you to fall short, both your palms quickly slapping up against your cheeks to hide your face while your elbows dig into your thighs. You can feel Jungkook scooting closer to you on the bed, his arm curling around your shoulder and engulfing you in an unfamiliar warmth as you let go and silently sob, your body convulsing in small little shakes. He doesn't utter a single word, quietly allowing you to process your emotions, only showing his full support by holding you tight. After finally calming down after a few minutes, you wipe your tears off with the back of your hands before showing your face again.

"You don't even know me, but have had it out for me since the day I entered this college... and FOR WHAT?! What universe do you live in, huh?! You don't know my life, what I've been through, what I go through, and you still endlessly bullied me... treated me like shit at every opportunity you could get. All three of you. What am I supposed to do now? Forgive you and forget everything so easily just because you magically had a change of heart and apologized? Tell me... What do I do, Jeon?!" you cry out in frustration, Jungkook's hand now gently rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your fury.

"Just give me a chance to make up for everything... Please, give me a chance to be your friend."

Never in a million years would you've expected him to say that, your heart jumping up with a jolt when Jungkook offers you his friendship as a means to bury the hatchet. Is this the same Jeon Jungkook you'd known all of this time? Who is this guy?

On one hand you're delighted to hear his words, feeling as if you're finally healing from a nasty month long flu... but on the other hand, you don't know if it would be wise to befriend someone who's treated you so poorly for so long. How could you trust Jungkook when he's still buddies with Taehyung, the toxic wolf dressed in sheep's clothing who's out to get you? What if this was all another plan to screw with you some more? You already had bad enough trust issues, but they'd gotten way worse since meeting the legacies. There's plenty of cons you've got to consider before making a decision, your mind not allowing you to give into Jungkook's plea so easily. After all, the boy has tormented you since the moment he met you, and it's bound to leave scars all over your conscience.

"Thank you for your honesty, but I need some time to think."

Jungkook's face reflects an unmistakable guilt after hearing your curt answer, a sorrowful sigh puffing out his thin lips as he nods at you in an understanding sort of way, his arm slipping down from your shoulder when you get up and grab your backpack off of the floor. Giving him one last look, you turn around and step out of Jungkook's room, leaving him sitting all alone on his bed, a whirlwind of thoughts zooming through your mind as you promptly pace down the steps of the boys dormitory tower.

Before things can be made right with Jungkook, you need to first confront Taehyung about this entire ordeal and call him out for what he did to you. All of the knots have to be loosened and untangled before any new bonds could blossom.

"Yo! Jimin told me you're interviewing with his dad's company. How'd it go? I haven't seen you in soooo long. Do you not have time for your friends anymore?" Taehyung innocently pouts, lazily sprawling on your bed while you sit by the windowsill in your dorm room, your eyes gazing out onto the field before you calmly turn back and smile at Taehyung.

"I got the internship! I'm working alongside Mr. Park's secretary to gain experience in formal documentation writing and communications. I actually started last Monday, so it's already been a little over a week."

Taehyung instantly sits up with a bounce, a big boxy grin cheering up his chiseled face after hearing your accomplishment. "That's wonderful news, (y/n)! Congrats! We gotta celebrate!" he chatters with what appears to be pure joy, but your suspecting mind can't help but wonder if he even truly means it or not.

"Thanks! You know, things have been good lately... Jimin doesn't seem to hate me as much, Jungkook's been staying clear of me after I told him to leave me alone, and classes are going well despite that plagiarism scandal. I still can't believe Jungkook tried to fuck me over so badly with the poem thing" you now slyly lay the bait for Taehyung, steering the conversation right into the topic you've really been wishing to talk about.

The upperclassman's grin fades a little, something you certainly would've overlooked had Jungkook not told you the truth about Taehyung's vicious plan against you. Taehyung catches himself like a pro though, now beaming brightly as he ushers you to come sit down next to him on the bed with a wave of his hand, but you don't get up or walk over. "Honestly (y/n), I was so pissed at Jungkook after finding out how he sabotaged you. I scolded him so much for it... how reckless can he be─"

"I saw you with Bomi, Taehyung. You can drop the fake act."

It's exactly the effect you'd hoped to achieve, a direct hit, Taehyung's smile now completely wiped off without a sign of it returning back anytime soon. You can tell he's trying his best to play it cool though, trying extremely hard to sound casual when he virtuously questions "What do you mean?"

"I know you're the one who gave her my poem and plotted to get me expelled."

"Did Jungkook tell you that?"

"He didn't have to come tell me anything because I put two and two together on my own. I just wanna know why you did it. Why you pretended to be my friend... Why you thought ruining my career was okay... Why you thought I deserved such a fucked up punishment. I wanna hear it from you."

A bone chilling silence follows, perhaps the way you're calmly speaking instead of making a loud scene the reason why Taehyung's looking rather pale, his eyes usually full of glint losing their focus and aimlessly searching the floor in a growing panic. Taehyung couldn't be any more unprepared for this confrontation, having no idea you were gonna pull out the big guns on him like this, the uncomfortableness churning in his heart negatively glooming onto his face.

"(y/n)... I..."

"Take your time."

Taehyung now appears even more embarrassed, if that were even possible, forcing himself to hold his composure as he soon begins to speak more clearly, the tone of his voice soft but the sound of it unstable indicating he's thinking what to say on the fly. You've no idea whether to believe anything he says at all, but you still choose to listen with an open heart, truly wanting to understand the mindset of one of the most narcissistic people you've ever had the misfortune of meeting.

"I honestly don't know why I did what I did."

"That's not an answer, Taehyung."

His face now screws up in agitation because of the downright callout, his chest slightly panting as he's physically struggling to piece together his thoughts into words, unable to deal with the sudden pressure he's put under by you. Taehyung's starting to show signs of weakness, something he's getting pissed at himself for, but despite all that, he's desperately trying to stay calm just like you are, not wanting to lose against himself and blow up in a rage of fit.

"I guess I liked having control over the situation... Over you."

"How do you mean?" your interest peaks after hearing Taehyung's disclosure, although not totally understanding what he means by it.

"It's... personal."

"I would've thought you'd feel comfortable sharing things with me considering we're friends... But you were just pretending to be my friend, right? Did you even once care for me?"

"I did... I do care. Listen, I genuinely sympathized with you after Jungkook destroyed your late grandma's watch. I told you, I've felt your pain because I've experienced a big loss when my dad passed away too."

"How the fuck can you say you still care for me when you intentionally tried to get me kicked out of the fucking college?!" your voice raises with a pang of irritation, the fact that Taehyung had the audacity to say he does care about you undoubtedly riling you up.

"I'm not a fucking psychopath if that's what you're trying to insinuate... You just don't get it. My life hasn't been the same since my dad died. It's fucked me up in ways I can't even explain" Taehyung explodes too, his foot infuriatingly stomping on the carpet and his fingers running through his hair to push his long bangs back with a force.

"Try me. You said you've felt my pain, right? We've been through the same, right? Then make me understand why you're so fucked up in the head."

Taehyung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval like you're asking for something so advanced so casually, like you're unable to grasp the intricacy of it all. But you're not going to let him off so easily, Taehyung's somber eyes finally picking up off of the ground and meeting yours after a minute or two, your arms folding against your chest as you sternly wait for him to give you a logical answer.

"Do you remember what I'd said to you in the cafeteria on your first day here?"

"That you used to be a terrible bully like Jimin and Jungkook... Yeah, I remember. I guess I should have believed that way more than put my faith into every other lie you fed me."

Taehyung grits his teeth, letting out a big sharp breath, crisscrossing his arms over his knees while weakly bending over in his seat.

"I... I've gotten everything I've wanted in life since the day I was born, (y/n). I come from a very different family than yours, a family that can make anything imaginable possible with an indescribable flow of money. Being the only son, I had absolute control over everyone around me at all times... My parents, my maids, even my professors, and every single other person at this school. That was my normal. Just imagine that level of influence... It made me a horrible person. Being nice became boring. I was continuously chasing the validation that I'm indeed powerful, my ego blown up to the sky, and what better way than to keep making everyone else feel small in front of me" Taehyung pants out, his watering eyes turning bloodshot with each new sentence.

"You'd said it all seemed worthless after your father passed away though..."

"It did... I wasn't lying about that. It took one second for my world to come crashing down the day we got the news that my father had suddenly passed away in a car accident. The man who owned half of this city, the one who'd built an empire for himself... just dead. Just gone within the blink of an eye... without saying goodbye..." Taehyung's voice fizzles out, a tear rolling out of his almond shaped eyes. "It made me feel like I have no fucking power over anything after all. That I'm worthless. That I've lived a lie my entire life believing I'm some sort of God. I couldn't save my dad, could I? It almost made me not want to live anymore... I withdrew from everything, became a shell of myself, almost flunked my junior year here. But it was Jimin and Jungkook who tended after me through it all... Reminded me I'm worth something so I could smile again and at least be a functioning person. You've no idea how much they've cared for me... My loyalty will always lie with them."

"And I triggered you after crossing Jungkook with that slap in front of the entire class, right?"

Taehyung slowly nods, a scoff huffing out of his mouth as he shrugs his shoulder and continues to ramble. "I thought who the hell even is this girl? What does she think of herself? Of course I felt bad about your grandma's watch... it brought my thoughts back to my own father. I don't know what took over me in that moment, but that deep craving of once again holding some type of power over someone blinded me. I actually felt happy while I chased after you down the hallway. I guess I was just looking for a purpose to go back to my old self... the person who had influence, who controlled the narrative, who could manipulate others. The person I liked being. I just wanted to feel normal again... to break free of this depressing dark cloud I'd become before you arrived."

"So you just thought destroying my life would fix yours? How very caring of you. You know what your problem is, Taehyung? Despite being so fucking privileged, you don't have one single loving person in your life to properly help you deal with your grief. You need help. You're not capable of being a good friend to Jimin, or Jungkook, or to anyone for that matter... not even to yourself."

Taehyung sits there frigid as a rock, your dire words piercing him like a dagger, killing whatever piece of soul he's got left inside of him. A few tears stream down his cheeks, his straight nose gradually turning to a rosy red, his frowning lips quivering with a shudder. It breaks your heart watching him disintegrate in front of you like this, all alone in his world that seems so grand and elegant. You secretly hate that you feel a stupid urge tugging at the corner of your mind to move towards him and comfort him... As much as you're pissed off at him, you're not at all like him, incapable of adopting the level of ruthlessness he's able to accomplish so easily, your feet pushing you to stand up and cross the room.

But before you can inch closer to Taehyung, he mimics you and stands up himself, hurriedly brushing the tears off of his face with his fingers, then pacing away from the bed towards the door. "I'm really really sorry for everything, (y/n). I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday." With that, Taehyung twists the door handle open and slips out of your dorm room, the sound of his sniffles still audible down the hallway before he turns the corner and his figure disappears into the shadows.

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