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Slithered | JJK | Chapter 1
Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader
Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.
Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader
Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)
A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 2579
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Jungkook didn’t know how he ended up in an alley that sells flowers in the dead of the night and neither did he know why he was here. He was taking a stroll in, spending some time to himself when he smelt the citrus scents of the flowers, following them to where it currently led him. Most of the flower shops in this area are closed for the night or temporarily not receiving walk-in customers.
However, there are some shops where they are open and busy. There may be no customers in the shop but orders seem to be piling on the desks where the arrangements are made. Jungkook spotted a swift-moving medium, constantly running from place to place in the shop. He stopped right outside it. The interior was made in a way where the arrangements of flowers made the whole shop seem like a home.
A home full of plants.
But even from outside, Jungkook could clearly see the neat arrangements and lining of the labels. You, on the other hand, were running around the shop, trying to get the necessary flowers and stocks to make the last arrangement before the driver arrived and collected them. This project was big on money and your boss would be furious if you were to ‘fuck it up for him’.
Jungkook entered the shop, doorbell chiming as he pushed open the door. Your head whipped up from your working station, instantly greeting him at the front door.
“Hello! Welcome to Fior Arrangements!” You chirped. It may be two in the morning but you worked the night shift while your other colleagues work the morning and evening shifts. Most of them did not want to work night shifts so you took on the initiative.
Not that you minded.
You never had much of a social life due to your personality and you had always been quite a night owl. Most of the time, there were fewer people at night, which means that packaging orders would be easier than in the daytime.
“Hello.” The young man bowed.
“What brings you here?” You asked, honestly curious as to why a man wearing a full suit with a coat over, would come in the middle of the night. Anybody could see that he was stocked. His boots were, his hair slicked back, and the material of his clothes looked soft to the touch. “Any flowers in mind?
He shook his head.
“Well, every flower has a meaning.” You pointed to the labels on the walls. These are the names and meanings of the flowers. Feel free to look around and call me if you need help!”
Jungkook nodded at you.
As he walked around, reading the labels, he spied a few blurry-looking men walking into the shop. Instinctively, his hand shot to the gun hidden under the lapels of his jacket only for you to cheerily greet them. It shot a pang of jealousy through him.
Why was he jealous? He just met you!
Jungkook silently shook his head to clear his thoughts. With half his attention to his surroundings, he overheard the conversation between you and the men. You seemed to know them very well, conversations easily flowing between you.
“Yep! There are more at the back. You know where that is.” You laughed and Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped. And started. And stopped and started again. It was so pure and melodious that he would do anything to keep you laughing like that.
“How are your kids, Peng?”
“Not too bad. Just refusing to study as usual.” The guy in the black shirt and oversized jeans told you.
“I mean… It’s kids these days. Plus, I’m sure when we were at their age we didn’t want to study either.” You snickered.
Peng laughed. “True, true. Very true.”
The four men spotted Jungkook walking towards the cashier as you signed the papers and stamped them. Handing them the customer copy, you waved them goodbye and finally headed over to Jungkook.
“Hiya, need help?”
Jungkook nodded.
“Well, what is the occasion?” You asked.
Jungkook didn’t come here for a specific reason. In fact, he didn’t even come up with a reason. So he just shrugged and answered, “Just wanted something calming in the house. It’s far too empty.”
That could by far be the worst lie he ever came up with.
But all you did was nod and head over to the pails of flowers, picking up stock after stock. You then carefully cut off some of the stems and plucked some leaves, arranging them in a glass bottle. Your body covered most of the work at times and Jungkook stayed at where he stood. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself.
You didn’t take long, expert hands moving nimbly to arrange the flowers prettily. You turned over to him with the glass bottle in front of you, walking over to give it to him.
“How’s it?” Jungkook could see that you were nervous. The little ticks of indication like the furrows of your brows and wringing of your fingers behind your back.
“Do you always do this for customers?” Jungkook gently smelt the flowers. Lavender was the most prominent scent.
His favourite and you didn’t even need to ask. The scents weren’t strong and it did was already doing wonders to calm him.
You looked back at him, humming and shaking your head. “Just you and a few other more privileged customers. Seems like you’re one of them on the list now.”
Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him. Perhaps you knew the brands he wore or perhaps you guessed that he was more than rich. But as he brought out his card to pay, you declined him.
“No need. You looked like you needed this. So it’s on the house.” Your smile was blinding and at that moment, Jungkook knew that he would have you even if it took years and years. He would protect you.
You were closing up that day. Usually, the shop is 24 hours and the next colleague of yours who would be doing the morning shift would be the one to clean up the place. However, it was a public holiday and the flower shop was closed. Your boss had given all employees two days’ break so after your shift, you had to tidy up and ensure that all the flowers are placed in their exact locations a the back of the store so that they do not wilt by the time the shop re-opens.
Honestly, you couldn’t be happier. While your job was fairly simple and relaxed, going without a day’s break even on the weekends can truly drain your energy. You don’t have much time to yourself and it can affect you when you are overloaded with your senses.
Turning off the lights, you shut the door and lock it, the door code being with an indication that it has been locked. Scanning your surroundings and patting yourself down, you hummed, glad that you did not forget anything.
As you started to walk back home, you felt an eerie feeling in your gut. One that warns you that something is most certainly not right. The hair on your neck started to stand as you got goosebumps, making a sharp 180-degree turn to walk back to the store. You were instinctively aware that there were more than three pairs of footsteps following you. And every time you sped up or slowed down, they would keep the same pace.
So you did the next best thing your overdriven brain thought.
You ran.
Jungkook was driving his car up the little hill to visit the flower store. He wasn’t sure if you were still on shift then. He knew from silently watching you the past few days that your shift ends at five in the morning. And currently, the time was 5.30 am.
The road got too narrow for Jungkook to continue driving up so he threw his car into parking mode and left.
He was only going to take a while.
But as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was wrong. The air did not feel right and as much as he wished that his sensitivity would not follow him when he was off work, life has its way of throwing stones at him.
A shrill scream broke him out of his trance. If it was anybody else’s scream he probably would have just continued with his plans and walked up the the store. But he recognised the voice - the sound.
Yours.
Your scream - filled with terror and pain.
Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the approximated direction where he had heard you. Your second scream for help was abruptly cut off making him pump his legs and arms faster. He didn’t want to think of all the horrid things that you might be going through right now. He needed to get to you.
Jungkook came to a stop the moment he saw you, held by your throat, against the wall. Your hair and clothes were in a mess, eyes bloodshot, and valuables strewn everywhere. But the most avergrating thing was the six males standing there, choking you as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing.
Blood rushed to his head.
How dare they.
How dare they touch you.
Jungkook didn’t care for consequences as he pounced on the men.
You tried to run but they were too fast and too silent for you. You were pinned against the wall and stripped down against your own will.
“Now pretty lady, how about I do the talking and you do the answering?”
You didn’t want to but all you could do was struggle and struggle as they manhandled your body, stripping you bare of your own dignity. You cried and struggled as they took their turns, your body betraying you.
“Hey now, why are you crying, pretty?” They laughed, gagging you. “You’re enjoying it, see?”
Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t. You weren’t.
And yet, you knew that nobody was going to come help you. To come stop these men from doing more than they already did. You were so close - so close - to resigning to your fate when you were suddenly dropped to the ground.
Too tired to keep your eyes fully open, you watched through hooded lids as a mass of black pounded onto the males. You should’ve been scared - you should’ve cowered back, pleading with him to not come for you as well - but you didn’t.
Especially as that mass of black picked you up into his arms, snarling and hissing words that seemed incoherent to you, you felt safe. Perhaps it was the adrenaline doing the job but you curled yourself deeper into him. His hands were gentle, unlike the ones that handled you earlier. These hands were calloused - probably seeing worse days as they skimmed over your naked body - but they were respectful. They did not venture where the rest did and you found yourself wrapped up in a jacket before being lifted up once again.
Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, your head rolled to the side as you blacked out.
Jungkook has seen many things in his short life. Twenty-six years and he has seen death one too many times. But nothing has scared him more than seeing you black out and going limp in his arms. Pressing two fingers on your neck, Jungkook confirmed that you were still breathing. In shock you most certainly were but now Jungkook needed to bring you home and he did not know your address. So the next best thing was to bring you to his home.
As Jungkook’s black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled up to the front lawn, he hurried out, passing the car keys to the butler and carrying you into the house.
In the midst of the whole case, it completely slipped his mind to inform his family that he was bringing somebody home. All he had done was hurriedly call the group’s private doctor, not caring what the guy was up to.
“Kook, what the hell! You can’t just bring a random person home like this!”
“Oh shit -”
“Fuck that girl is naked!”
“Jeon Jungkook, what the shit is wrong with you?”
“Did you fuck a girl out?”
“JUNGKOOK!”
Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He’ll explain later. Right now, he needed the doctor to check you over and ensure that other than the physical and psychological trauma you’re going to have once you wake up, you were fine otherwise.
“A little bit of a bump on the back of her head, scratch marks and bruises. That’s about all.” The doctor placed some pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. “I suggest you give these to her, twice a day after meals. Antibiotics. You can give her paracetamol if needed. Ensure that she is kept hydrated.”
Jungkook thanked the doctor and leaned over to cover you with the sheets when the doctor stopped him. “It would be best to clean her up first.”
With that, the doctor left, leaving the six men standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. They watched as he got a few clothes, cleaning you up, making sure to use soft cloths so that you would not wake from the oversensitivity. Only after Jungkook deemed you clean enough did he take out his silk pyjamas and tug them over you.
The boys had silently excused themselves, only leaving Jimin as he helped Jungkook dress and tuck you into bed. Closing the curtains, he turned off the lights, leaving the moonlight on so that the room would not be encased in total darkness with the possibility of scaring you if you woke up without him there.
Jungkook knew that the topic at hand would not be easy to talk about and he most certainly knows that he was in the wrong as well. Well, a little bit in the wrong.
He would never apologise for bringing a person in need home, much less you. So as Jimin and he entered the living room, the boys were all seated, faces holding stoic glares.
“Jungkook -” Hobi hyung started.
“She works at the flower shop. She was the one I told you about - the reason why my room has a glass of flowers.”
“Still, you cannot just bang her up and -”
“She was raped.”
The silence in the room was pregnant and suddenly everybody’s breathing sounded too loud.
“I parked the car in the middle of the hill as it was getting too narrow for me to pass through. I couldn’t get there fast enough. By the time I reached, she was already taken.” Jungkook harshly rubbed his face with his hands. He wished that he could’ve been there earlier - faster. If only work hadn’t kept him up, the whole situation wouldn’t even have happened.
A soft hand landed on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Don’t beat yourself over it, Kook. It was good that you made it there.”
“But I couldn’t stop her from -” His throat choked up. He just couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
“Some things are inevitable.” He looked up from his crouched position to look at Namjoon Hyung. “What matters is that you got there.”
Jungkook nodded.
“I think today was more than enough of a fulfilling night. Let’s go to bed.” Seokjin Hyung called out and grunts of agreement were heard as everybody got to their feet.
Slithered | JJK | Chapter 1
Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader
Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.
Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader
Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)
A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 2579
< Prev. Series Masterlist. Next >
Jungkook didn’t know how he ended up in an alley that sells flowers in the dead of the night and neither did he know why he was here. He was taking a stroll in, spending some time to himself when he smelt the citrus scents of the flowers, following them to where it currently led him. Most of the flower shops in this area are closed for the night or temporarily not receiving walk-in customers.
However, there are some shops where they are open and busy. There may be no customers in the shop but orders seem to be piling on the desks where the arrangements are made. Jungkook spotted a swift-moving medium, constantly running from place to place in the shop. He stopped right outside it. The interior was made in a way where the arrangements of flowers made the whole shop seem like a home.
A home full of plants.
But even from outside, Jungkook could clearly see the neat arrangements and lining of the labels. You, on the other hand, were running around the shop, trying to get the necessary flowers and stocks to make the last arrangement before the driver arrived and collected them. This project was big on money and your boss would be furious if you were to ‘fuck it up for him’.
Jungkook entered the shop, doorbell chiming as he pushed open the door. Your head whipped up from your working station, instantly greeting him at the front door.
“Hello! Welcome to Fior Arrangements!” You chirped. It may be two in the morning but you worked the night shift while your other colleagues work the morning and evening shifts. Most of them did not want to work night shifts so you took on the initiative.
Not that you minded.
You never had much of a social life due to your personality and you had always been quite a night owl. Most of the time, there were fewer people at night, which means that packaging orders would be easier than in the daytime.
“Hello.” The young man bowed.
“What brings you here?” You asked, honestly curious as to why a man wearing a full suit with a coat over, would come in the middle of the night. Anybody could see that he was stocked. His boots were, his hair slicked back, and the material of his clothes looked soft to the touch. “Any flowers in mind?
He shook his head.
“Well, every flower has a meaning.” You pointed to the labels on the walls. These are the names and meanings of the flowers. Feel free to look around and call me if you need help!”
Jungkook nodded at you.
As he walked around, reading the labels, he spied a few blurry-looking men walking into the shop. Instinctively, his hand shot to the gun hidden under the lapels of his jacket only for you to cheerily greet them. It shot a pang of jealousy through him.
Why was he jealous? He just met you!
Jungkook silently shook his head to clear his thoughts. With half his attention to his surroundings, he overheard the conversation between you and the men. You seemed to know them very well, conversations easily flowing between you.
“Yep! There are more at the back. You know where that is.” You laughed and Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped. And started. And stopped and started again. It was so pure and melodious that he would do anything to keep you laughing like that.
“How are your kids, Peng?”
“Not too bad. Just refusing to study as usual.” The guy in the black shirt and oversized jeans told you.
“I mean… It’s kids these days. Plus, I’m sure when we were at their age we didn’t want to study either.” You snickered.
Peng laughed. “True, true. Very true.”
The four men spotted Jungkook walking towards the cashier as you signed the papers and stamped them. Handing them the customer copy, you waved them goodbye and finally headed over to Jungkook.
“Hiya, need help?”
Jungkook nodded.
“Well, what is the occasion?” You asked.
Jungkook didn’t come here for a specific reason. In fact, he didn’t even come up with a reason. So he just shrugged and answered, “Just wanted something calming in the house. It’s far too empty.”
That could by far be the worst lie he ever came up with.
But all you did was nod and head over to the pails of flowers, picking up stock after stock. You then carefully cut off some of the stems and plucked some leaves, arranging them in a glass bottle. Your body covered most of the work at times and Jungkook stayed at where he stood. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself.
You didn’t take long, expert hands moving nimbly to arrange the flowers prettily. You turned over to him with the glass bottle in front of you, walking over to give it to him.
“How’s it?” Jungkook could see that you were nervous. The little ticks of indication like the furrows of your brows and wringing of your fingers behind your back.
“Do you always do this for customers?” Jungkook gently smelt the flowers. Lavender was the most prominent scent.
His favourite and you didn’t even need to ask. The scents weren’t strong and it did was already doing wonders to calm him.
You looked back at him, humming and shaking your head. “Just you and a few other more privileged customers. Seems like you’re one of them on the list now.”
Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him. Perhaps you knew the brands he wore or perhaps you guessed that he was more than rich. But as he brought out his card to pay, you declined him.
“No need. You looked like you needed this. So it’s on the house.” Your smile was blinding and at that moment, Jungkook knew that he would have you even if it took years and years. He would protect you.
You were closing up that day. Usually, the shop is 24 hours and the next colleague of yours who would be doing the morning shift would be the one to clean up the place. However, it was a public holiday and the flower shop was closed. Your boss had given all employees two days’ break so after your shift, you had to tidy up and ensure that all the flowers are placed in their exact locations a the back of the store so that they do not wilt by the time the shop re-opens.
Honestly, you couldn’t be happier. While your job was fairly simple and relaxed, going without a day’s break even on the weekends can truly drain your energy. You don’t have much time to yourself and it can affect you when you are overloaded with your senses.
Turning off the lights, you shut the door and lock it, the door code being with an indication that it has been locked. Scanning your surroundings and patting yourself down, you hummed, glad that you did not forget anything.
As you started to walk back home, you felt an eerie feeling in your gut. One that warns you that something is most certainly not right. The hair on your neck started to stand as you got goosebumps, making a sharp 180-degree turn to walk back to the store. You were instinctively aware that there were more than three pairs of footsteps following you. And every time you sped up or slowed down, they would keep the same pace.
So you did the next best thing your overdriven brain thought.
You ran.
Jungkook was driving his car up the little hill to visit the flower store. He wasn’t sure if you were still on shift then. He knew from silently watching you the past few days that your shift ends at five in the morning. And currently, the time was 5.30 am.
The road got too narrow for Jungkook to continue driving up so he threw his car into parking mode and left.
He was only going to take a while.
But as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was wrong. The air did not feel right and as much as he wished that his sensitivity would not follow him when he was off work, life has its way of throwing stones at him.
A shrill scream broke him out of his trance. If it was anybody else’s scream he probably would have just continued with his plans and walked up the the store. But he recognised the voice - the sound.
Yours.
Your scream - filled with terror and pain.
Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the approximated direction where he had heard you. Your second scream for help was abruptly cut off making him pump his legs and arms faster. He didn’t want to think of all the horrid things that you might be going through right now. He needed to get to you.
Jungkook came to a stop the moment he saw you, held by your throat, against the wall. Your hair and clothes were in a mess, eyes bloodshot, and valuables strewn everywhere. But the most avergrating thing was the six males standing there, choking you as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing.
Blood rushed to his head.
How dare they.
How dare they touch you.
Jungkook didn’t care for consequences as he pounced on the men.
You tried to run but they were too fast and too silent for you. You were pinned against the wall and stripped down against your own will.
“Now pretty lady, how about I do the talking and you do the answering?”
You didn’t want to but all you could do was struggle and struggle as they manhandled your body, stripping you bare of your own dignity. You cried and struggled as they took their turns, your body betraying you.
“Hey now, why are you crying, pretty?” They laughed, gagging you. “You’re enjoying it, see?”
Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t. You weren’t.
And yet, you knew that nobody was going to come help you. To come stop these men from doing more than they already did. You were so close - so close - to resigning to your fate when you were suddenly dropped to the ground.
Too tired to keep your eyes fully open, you watched through hooded lids as a mass of black pounded onto the males. You should’ve been scared - you should’ve cowered back, pleading with him to not come for you as well - but you didn’t.
Especially as that mass of black picked you up into his arms, snarling and hissing words that seemed incoherent to you, you felt safe. Perhaps it was the adrenaline doing the job but you curled yourself deeper into him. His hands were gentle, unlike the ones that handled you earlier. These hands were calloused - probably seeing worse days as they skimmed over your naked body - but they were respectful. They did not venture where the rest did and you found yourself wrapped up in a jacket before being lifted up once again.
Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, your head rolled to the side as you blacked out.
Jungkook has seen many things in his short life. Twenty-six years and he has seen death one too many times. But nothing has scared him more than seeing you black out and going limp in his arms. Pressing two fingers on your neck, Jungkook confirmed that you were still breathing. In shock you most certainly were but now Jungkook needed to bring you home and he did not know your address. So the next best thing was to bring you to his home.
As Jungkook’s black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled up to the front lawn, he hurried out, passing the car keys to the butler and carrying you into the house.
In the midst of the whole case, it completely slipped his mind to inform his family that he was bringing somebody home. All he had done was hurriedly call the group’s private doctor, not caring what the guy was up to.
“Kook, what the hell! You can’t just bring a random person home like this!”
“Oh shit -”
“Fuck that girl is naked!”
“Jeon Jungkook, what the shit is wrong with you?”
“Did you fuck a girl out?”
“JUNGKOOK!”
Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He’ll explain later. Right now, he needed the doctor to check you over and ensure that other than the physical and psychological trauma you’re going to have once you wake up, you were fine otherwise.
“A little bit of a bump on the back of her head, scratch marks and bruises. That’s about all.” The doctor placed some pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. “I suggest you give these to her, twice a day after meals. Antibiotics. You can give her paracetamol if needed. Ensure that she is kept hydrated.”
Jungkook thanked the doctor and leaned over to cover you with the sheets when the doctor stopped him. “It would be best to clean her up first.”
With that, the doctor left, leaving the six men standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. They watched as he got a few clothes, cleaning you up, making sure to use soft cloths so that you would not wake from the oversensitivity. Only after Jungkook deemed you clean enough did he take out his silk pyjamas and tug them over you.
The boys had silently excused themselves, only leaving Jimin as he helped Jungkook dress and tuck you into bed. Closing the curtains, he turned off the lights, leaving the moonlight on so that the room would not be encased in total darkness with the possibility of scaring you if you woke up without him there.
Jungkook knew that the topic at hand would not be easy to talk about and he most certainly knows that he was in the wrong as well. Well, a little bit in the wrong.
He would never apologise for bringing a person in need home, much less you. So as Jimin and he entered the living room, the boys were all seated, faces holding stoic glares.
“Jungkook -” Hobi hyung started.
“She works at the flower shop. She was the one I told you about - the reason why my room has a glass of flowers.”
“Still, you cannot just bang her up and -”
“She was raped.”
The silence in the room was pregnant and suddenly everybody’s breathing sounded too loud.
“I parked the car in the middle of the hill as it was getting too narrow for me to pass through. I couldn’t get there fast enough. By the time I reached, she was already taken.” Jungkook harshly rubbed his face with his hands. He wished that he could’ve been there earlier - faster. If only work hadn’t kept him up, the whole situation wouldn’t even have happened.
A soft hand landed on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Don’t beat yourself over it, Kook. It was good that you made it there.”
“But I couldn’t stop her from -” His throat choked up. He just couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
“Some things are inevitable.” He looked up from his crouched position to look at Namjoon Hyung. “What matters is that you got there.”
Jungkook nodded.
“I think today was more than enough of a fulfilling night. Let’s go to bed.” Seokjin Hyung called out and grunts of agreement were heard as everybody got to their feet.
Slithered | JJK | Chapter 2
Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader
Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.
Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader
Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)
A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 2995
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You awoke to an environment that is completely strange to you and not to mention feeling like absolute shit. You weren’t quite sure what had happened last night after you blacked out. All you remembered was being carried by somebody and then -
You jolted out of bed, head whipping around, trying to get a feel of where you were. The room was far too nice to be a hotel room, far too decorated. Unless this person lived in the hotel. But the moment you looked past the windows and saw endless trees, you knew you weren’t anywhere near a hotel. Most probably a landed property a little farther from the city.
As you willed your heart to stop racing so much and give you a clear head to think, the silken sheets beneath your hands drew your attention. Softer and warmer than the ones in your house, you glided your hands through them, in awe of the sensations they give off. Whoever brought you back must be filthy rich.
A sudden shiver ran through your body.
Wait, your body -
You weren’t in your work clothes. You were in somebody else’s PJs! And from the size of it -
You shook your head, hurrying out of bed, trying to locate your backpack.
“No, no, no.” You were panicking. I mean - who wouldn’t in this situation but -
As you were turning over the room, you heard the bedroom door open and you rushed to cower in front of the sofa seats that were facing the fireplace.
Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t -
“That’s not gonna work ya know?” A husky voice sounded from behind you. Shooting up, you came face first with a pair of cat-like eyes and messy hair. As the man unwinded from the chair, you realised that he was in comfortable wear, sweatshirt and pants. Easily slipping his feet into his bedroom slippers, the man held out a hand towards you.
“I’m Yoongi. Glad to see you’re awake. Jungkook is almost out of his mind right now.”
You were confused. Well, one of your questions was answered. This man standing in front of you is Yoongi. But who is Jungkook? And where were you? Who was the one that saved you if there were two in the house?
You must have looked like you wanted to be sprouting questions as Yoongi opened the door and said, “It’s best if Jungkook explained the situation to you.” He turned back. “But excuse his over-enthusiastic energy. You were in bad shape and he was freaking out.”
You took his hand and let his lead you around the big, big house. The walls were filled with paintings and pictures, most doors were closed, and the architecture and design of the place felt very… traditional yet modern. Whoever designed it sure had an eye for the Renaissance period. As Yoongi carefully led the both of you down another flight of stairs, you ended up in the kitchen with another six males staring at you.
Fiddling with the long shirt, you suddenly felt self-conscious. You just got out of bed, haven’t washed your face, brushed your teeth, or even combed your hair so much less say a change of clothes. You flinched at the sudden movement and sound of the chair when a muscular guy suddenly attacked you.
Suffocated, you tried to push him away. You didn’t know who they were and you didn’t want anything to do with them. Recognizing the signs of an incoming panic attack, you tried to stay as calm as possible while trying your best to get out of the hold.
Keyword: trying.
This dude was strong as hell.
“Kook, let the girl go.” You wanted to run - run away from the whole situation. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this.
Out, out. You needed an out.
Strong hands gripped your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin. You cried out.
“That’s it. Use the pain to ground you. Use it. Don’t lose yourself.”
That voice you recognise - Yoongi.
You took deep breaths and focused on the pain. The ache as he held your shoulders harshly, the sting of his nails finding purchase in your skin, and the breathlessness you feel in your lungs. As your heart calmed down and your mind cleared somewhat, you looked around the room again.
Before, you hadn’t noticed the looks of shock from other boys but now you do. Especially one. The one they call Kook. Must be the Jungkook guy.
You got up on unsteady legs, Yoongi grabbing onto your elbow to ensure you don’t fall and another man - eyes smiling at you as he ruffled your hair - holding your back to give you more stability. But one thing for sure was that they were each pressing themselves against the walls of the room, giving you as much space and air as possible.
You waved a hand. “I’m - I’m okay.”
The man at the stove flipped a pancake and looked at you. “Would you like some?”
You nodded, hearing a bunch of ‘tsk’ around the room.
“Why did you need to ask, Hyung?”
“It’s breakfast, who isn’t hungry?”
“Come on, Hyung, that was such a dumb -”
The man whipped around, pointing a spatula at the others sitting at the table. “Any more from you and you’ll be the one with no breakfast.”
The men instantly quieted. You laughed internally. The control the chef has over them and of course, you couldn’t not laugh at what the chef was wearing.
A blue My Melody apron.
Deciding that it wasn’t the best idea to laugh out loud like that, you kept silent, biting your lip. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who was intently looking at you. You weren’t exactly uncomfortable under his gaze but you weren’t comfortable either.
You hung your head, putting your attention to your wringing fingers. At least you have something to do.
You needed to know where you were so that you would be able to go back home and settle yourself. Whether it is to settle yourself or settle the mess you left over at the shop, you didn’t want to decide that now.
Internally sighing, you were broken out of your thoughts when a bowl of bibimbap was placed in front of you. You were about to thank the man with the plush lips when you realised that - the portion was smaller than usual. Of course, not that you were complaining.
You were completely at the seven men’s mercy. Wearing their clothes, staying over at their house, and possibly being saved by them. You continued to stare at the bowl, only breaking out of your thoughts when a concerned voice flitted over, asking, “Are you okay? Perhaps it’s too heavy and you would prefer something lighter?”
You looked up to see a man fully dressed in an all-white suit, jewellery adorning his hands. You frantically shook your head, hoping that they wouldn’t take your silence as an offence.
“No, no. It’s nothing…” You struggled to find the appropriate words to use. Without many social approaches due to your job, such a long talk was starting to make you nervous. Much less to say that you weren’t quite over what had happened. You felt disgusted. You needed a bathe - a shower - whatever - to scrub off the remains of the men who took you.
You didn’t want it. You didn’t ask for it.
You had hoped it wouldn’t end up in that type of situation.
Subconsciously, you started to scratch your arm.
You didn’t know what your parents were going to think. What were your parents going to say - to do? They wouldn’t kick you out now, would they? Your family was extremely traditional, sheltering you from a young age until you broke free from them. You needed air and wings and you made them yourself.
By no means that their sheltering bid you well. You were social but with the constant anxiety up your mind, you were always overthinking the worst situations. Keeping contact with your family was a once-in-a-month sort of thing. Your schedule did not match normal people’s and it was worse when you had nobody to talk to.
So when you had started to suspect the rising crimes in the shop’s neighbourhood, you had no one to turn to - to confide in and to ensure your safety. Furthermore, you didn’t want to be a burden to the ones you call ‘friends and family’.
You felt your heartbeat rising as you started to fret around. Without another word, you bolted up the stairs and by pure instinct and memory, you reached back to the room you woke up in. Dashing straight for the washroom, you quickly stripped and jumped straight into the shower. If you were in any other scenario, you would have taken the time to look and feel the tiles of the bathroom. You would have been so astounded by the sheer money the decorations speak off - so much so that your jaw would have probably dropped so far it couldn’t come back up.
But you were in no mood to look around. Taking any soap, you lathered your hair and scrubbed your body. Looking down at your reddened skin, you could still feel the men’s touch and malice coming off of you. You brought the loofah to your skin and scrubbed again, turning the water to a blistering heat.
You needed to get them off and out of you. The cascading heat was welcomed as you felt the burn. Tilting your head back, you winced at the crack in your neck. You were hurting and you knew it was wrong to do what you were to do. But the thought was just oh, so tempting.
You held it in your trembling hands as you pushed passed the barrier. This wouldn’t be the first nor would it be the last time you would ever do this.
I promise this is my last time. I promise.
You had promised yourself so many times it was uncountable by now.
It was odd - odd as Jungkook stared at your sprinting back. He had spent the time when you were asleep to read up on the post-effects of… what you went through. Jungkook involuntarily shuddered at the thought of him not getting there in time.
It could have been so much worse. So, so much worse.
It only got him even more worried when you didn’t come down after thirty minutes. Seokjin had placed a plate on top of your bowl to keep the food warm as well as your cutlery on the plate. Most of his Hyungs were licking their plates clean - not surprising when it is Seokjin Hyung cooking. Of course, Yoongi is compatible but their cooking styles were different enough and the food was always served that nobody really cared who cooked.
Jungkook must have shown enough worry on his face that Jimin placed his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’s fine, Kook. She’s a big girl. She should be okay.”
Jungkook nodded, legs starting to bounce as he bit his lip and scratched the corner of his eye. Hobi Hyung quickly caught on and pulled his fingers away, holding them in his as we continued to devour his breakfast as if nothing happened.
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Yoongi got up, not caring to put his bowl in the sink and left the kitchen. Silence suddenly engulfed the kitchen. Something was definitely wrong if Yoongi hadn’t cared to clean up.
Immediately, Jungkook shot out of his seat, pulling Jimin along with him. He wanted to go where his Hyung would go and he knew precisely where he was headed to. So the start of Jungkook’s nightmare began.
The three of them entered the room without so much knocking. After all, it was his room and Jungkook had full access to it.
Of course.
But it was the still air and the prominent smell of blood that permeated the air that had the boys stopping in their tracks. Jungkook was the most sensitive both in his senses and in his personality compared to the rest of his Hyungs. So he dreaded the worst when he slowly unlocked his bathroom door and pushed it open. But the moment his vision cleared and he saw you, he knew that not even his worst memory of a mass of graves, hauling dead bodies into them, could ever compare to this.
The steam was so much that it was smoking the atmosphere, humidity at its highest. You were lying against the wall of the shower room, hot water cascading directly onto your front as it flowed the red, translucent water down the drain.
There was a moment of silence before everything went haywire. Jimin screamed, rushing out of the room, most probably to get the rest of his Hyungs and their doctor. Oh, the doctor will probably get a heart attack not just from his old age now. Yoongi had entered the shower, hissing at the heat as he stepped in and turned off the tap. He gently lifted you, placing you down onto the pile of towels Jungkook had laid out on the bathroom floor.
As Yoongi quickly worked his nimble hands, drying you and ensuring that there were multiple towels stacked on top of you, Jungkook worked to stop the blood.
Just how long were you in that state?
He placed two fingers on your pulse.
Beating but faint.
You were alive but what if he had gotten in later? What if Yoongi Hyung did not decide to go up to check on you? What if -
“HOLY SHIT!”
“FUCK -”
“I didn’t think that it would get this bad!”
“Somebody get the DOCTOR!!”
Jungkook shook his head and focused on stopping your bleeding. His self-wallowing could be continued after you are in a less critical condition. Now, his only point was to ensure that you lived.
Jin Hyung and Jimin slid down opposite him, helping him dress you and bound your wounds, carrying you to his bed and tucking you under the covers. By now, you were shivering like a leaf, face pale as you curled up into a ball. There was no leftover blood bags in the fridge that Jin Hyung could use. They didn’t even know your blood type and using one that was not compatible with yours could cause even more problems in your already fragile state.
Right now, all he could do was wait.
And to play the waiting game was the most tortuous way.
Their doctor had rushed over upon hearing the condition you were in. As you were being treated in his room and Namjoon and Hobi Hyung had retreated back to their offices to get some work done, Jungkook went back to the bathroom.
His brain was in such a frenzy when he saw you lying there, unconscious that he didn’t think before he acted. By instinct, he did the best he could, just like when one of his men was to be found bleeding out.
Inspecting the bathroom, Jungkook spotted his razor lying in the middle of the shower room. Picking it up, he spotted specks of dried blood and dead skin clinging onto it. Tears began forming at the edge of his eyes as he quickly wiped them away. All his Hyungs were already worried for you and with the upcoming ball, he didn’t want to be any more of a worry.
As the youngest, he was the most doted on. He triggers his Hyungs’ over-protective system into overdrive and this was most certainly not the time to do so. He threw the razor into the bin, starting to scrub his shower room free of blood.
Once Jungkook was done, he entered back into his room. Seeing you laying there with bandages tightly concealing the wounds he had found you in, Jungkook felt the familiar rising anger burning his insides.
He didn’t know what to expect.
That you would be awake? That you wouldn’t be shivering so much under his covers?
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“The loss of blood is currently causing the majority of the problem here and I’ll inspect the reasoning of what was used to inflict the cuts on her -”
“Razor,” Jungkook answered him lifelessly. “My razor. Dumped it in the bin already. Found it on the floor of the shower room.”
He could see that his doctor was taken aback. By no means of how he found you and the state that he found you in was ever kept a secret from anybody in this room but if the invisible wounds ran so deep, perhaps it was best if they were to do something before the situation progresses.
The doctor cleared his throat. “Well then, it is best to ensure that there will be no sharp or hurtful objects or materials around her. A lighter way to put this would be to ‘Bubble wrap her but do not suffocate her’.”
The boys in the room nodded, clearly understanding the meaning behind those words. As the doctor left the room, he each patted them on their shoulder before heading over to the middle of Kim’s office.
He was their private doctor, working with the Bangtan for over twelve years. Even before their solid establishment, Doctor Eun has been continuously nursing both the boys and their teams back to health every time a situation were to occur. Seeing the harsh world that they were thrown into, Doctor Eun saw first-hand how bad the boys - especially Jungkook - would go when their possessions were taken.
He had seen the way his youngest looked. The look of pity and anger in his eyes, his stance, and his breathing. He could sense that the girl lying on the bed was no ordinary girl to him and he hoped that Jungkook would not do anything he shouldn’t.
“Come in.”
Slithered | JJK | Chapter 2
Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader
Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.
Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader
Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)
A/N: Bold is for flashback.
WC: 2995
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You awoke to an environment that is completely strange to you and not to mention feeling like absolute shit. You weren’t quite sure what had happened last night after you blacked out. All you remembered was being carried by somebody and then -
You jolted out of bed, head whipping around, trying to get a feel of where you were. The room was far too nice to be a hotel room, far too decorated. Unless this person lived in the hotel. But the moment you looked past the windows and saw endless trees, you knew you weren’t anywhere near a hotel. Most probably a landed property a little farther from the city.
As you willed your heart to stop racing so much and give you a clear head to think, the silken sheets beneath your hands drew your attention. Softer and warmer than the ones in your house, you glided your hands through them, in awe of the sensations they give off. Whoever brought you back must be filthy rich.
A sudden shiver ran through your body.
Wait, your body -
You weren’t in your work clothes. You were in somebody else’s PJs! And from the size of it -
You shook your head, hurrying out of bed, trying to locate your backpack.
“No, no, no.” You were panicking. I mean - who wouldn’t in this situation but -
As you were turning over the room, you heard the bedroom door open and you rushed to cower in front of the sofa seats that were facing the fireplace.
Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t -
“That’s not gonna work ya know?” A husky voice sounded from behind you. Shooting up, you came face first with a pair of cat-like eyes and messy hair. As the man unwinded from the chair, you realised that he was in comfortable wear, sweatshirt and pants. Easily slipping his feet into his bedroom slippers, the man held out a hand towards you.
“I’m Yoongi. Glad to see you’re awake. Jungkook is almost out of his mind right now.”
You were confused. Well, one of your questions was answered. This man standing in front of you is Yoongi. But who is Jungkook? And where were you? Who was the one that saved you if there were two in the house?
You must have looked like you wanted to be sprouting questions as Yoongi opened the door and said, “It’s best if Jungkook explained the situation to you.” He turned back. “But excuse his over-enthusiastic energy. You were in bad shape and he was freaking out.”
You took his hand and let his lead you around the big, big house. The walls were filled with paintings and pictures, most doors were closed, and the architecture and design of the place felt very… traditional yet modern. Whoever designed it sure had an eye for the Renaissance period. As Yoongi carefully led the both of you down another flight of stairs, you ended up in the kitchen with another six males staring at you.
Fiddling with the long shirt, you suddenly felt self-conscious. You just got out of bed, haven’t washed your face, brushed your teeth, or even combed your hair so much less say a change of clothes. You flinched at the sudden movement and sound of the chair when a muscular guy suddenly attacked you.
Suffocated, you tried to push him away. You didn’t know who they were and you didn’t want anything to do with them. Recognizing the signs of an incoming panic attack, you tried to stay as calm as possible while trying your best to get out of the hold.
Keyword: trying.
This dude was strong as hell.
“Kook, let the girl go.” You wanted to run - run away from the whole situation. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this.
Out, out. You needed an out.
Strong hands gripped your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin. You cried out.
“That’s it. Use the pain to ground you. Use it. Don’t lose yourself.”
That voice you recognise - Yoongi.
You took deep breaths and focused on the pain. The ache as he held your shoulders harshly, the sting of his nails finding purchase in your skin, and the breathlessness you feel in your lungs. As your heart calmed down and your mind cleared somewhat, you looked around the room again.
Before, you hadn’t noticed the looks of shock from other boys but now you do. Especially one. The one they call Kook. Must be the Jungkook guy.
You got up on unsteady legs, Yoongi grabbing onto your elbow to ensure you don’t fall and another man - eyes smiling at you as he ruffled your hair - holding your back to give you more stability. But one thing for sure was that they were each pressing themselves against the walls of the room, giving you as much space and air as possible.
You waved a hand. “I’m - I’m okay.”
The man at the stove flipped a pancake and looked at you. “Would you like some?”
You nodded, hearing a bunch of ‘tsk’ around the room.
“Why did you need to ask, Hyung?”
“It’s breakfast, who isn’t hungry?”
“Come on, Hyung, that was such a dumb -”
The man whipped around, pointing a spatula at the others sitting at the table. “Any more from you and you’ll be the one with no breakfast.”
The men instantly quieted. You laughed internally. The control the chef has over them and of course, you couldn’t not laugh at what the chef was wearing.
A blue My Melody apron.
Deciding that it wasn’t the best idea to laugh out loud like that, you kept silent, biting your lip. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who was intently looking at you. You weren’t exactly uncomfortable under his gaze but you weren’t comfortable either.
You hung your head, putting your attention to your wringing fingers. At least you have something to do.
You needed to know where you were so that you would be able to go back home and settle yourself. Whether it is to settle yourself or settle the mess you left over at the shop, you didn’t want to decide that now.
Internally sighing, you were broken out of your thoughts when a bowl of bibimbap was placed in front of you. You were about to thank the man with the plush lips when you realised that - the portion was smaller than usual. Of course, not that you were complaining.
You were completely at the seven men’s mercy. Wearing their clothes, staying over at their house, and possibly being saved by them. You continued to stare at the bowl, only breaking out of your thoughts when a concerned voice flitted over, asking, “Are you okay? Perhaps it’s too heavy and you would prefer something lighter?”
You looked up to see a man fully dressed in an all-white suit, jewellery adorning his hands. You frantically shook your head, hoping that they wouldn’t take your silence as an offence.
“No, no. It’s nothing…” You struggled to find the appropriate words to use. Without many social approaches due to your job, such a long talk was starting to make you nervous. Much less to say that you weren’t quite over what had happened. You felt disgusted. You needed a bathe - a shower - whatever - to scrub off the remains of the men who took you.
You didn’t want it. You didn’t ask for it.
You had hoped it wouldn’t end up in that type of situation.
Subconsciously, you started to scratch your arm.
You didn’t know what your parents were going to think. What were your parents going to say - to do? They wouldn’t kick you out now, would they? Your family was extremely traditional, sheltering you from a young age until you broke free from them. You needed air and wings and you made them yourself.
By no means that their sheltering bid you well. You were social but with the constant anxiety up your mind, you were always overthinking the worst situations. Keeping contact with your family was a once-in-a-month sort of thing. Your schedule did not match normal people’s and it was worse when you had nobody to talk to.
So when you had started to suspect the rising crimes in the shop’s neighbourhood, you had no one to turn to - to confide in and to ensure your safety. Furthermore, you didn’t want to be a burden to the ones you call ‘friends and family’.
You felt your heartbeat rising as you started to fret around. Without another word, you bolted up the stairs and by pure instinct and memory, you reached back to the room you woke up in. Dashing straight for the washroom, you quickly stripped and jumped straight into the shower. If you were in any other scenario, you would have taken the time to look and feel the tiles of the bathroom. You would have been so astounded by the sheer money the decorations speak off - so much so that your jaw would have probably dropped so far it couldn’t come back up.
But you were in no mood to look around. Taking any soap, you lathered your hair and scrubbed your body. Looking down at your reddened skin, you could still feel the men’s touch and malice coming off of you. You brought the loofah to your skin and scrubbed again, turning the water to a blistering heat.
You needed to get them off and out of you. The cascading heat was welcomed as you felt the burn. Tilting your head back, you winced at the crack in your neck. You were hurting and you knew it was wrong to do what you were to do. But the thought was just oh, so tempting.
You held it in your trembling hands as you pushed passed the barrier. This wouldn’t be the first nor would it be the last time you would ever do this.
I promise this is my last time. I promise.
You had promised yourself so many times it was uncountable by now.
It was odd - odd as Jungkook stared at your sprinting back. He had spent the time when you were asleep to read up on the post-effects of… what you went through. Jungkook involuntarily shuddered at the thought of him not getting there in time.
It could have been so much worse. So, so much worse.
It only got him even more worried when you didn’t come down after thirty minutes. Seokjin had placed a plate on top of your bowl to keep the food warm as well as your cutlery on the plate. Most of his Hyungs were licking their plates clean - not surprising when it is Seokjin Hyung cooking. Of course, Yoongi is compatible but their cooking styles were different enough and the food was always served that nobody really cared who cooked.
Jungkook must have shown enough worry on his face that Jimin placed his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’s fine, Kook. She’s a big girl. She should be okay.”
Jungkook nodded, legs starting to bounce as he bit his lip and scratched the corner of his eye. Hobi Hyung quickly caught on and pulled his fingers away, holding them in his as we continued to devour his breakfast as if nothing happened.
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Yoongi got up, not caring to put his bowl in the sink and left the kitchen. Silence suddenly engulfed the kitchen. Something was definitely wrong if Yoongi hadn’t cared to clean up.
Immediately, Jungkook shot out of his seat, pulling Jimin along with him. He wanted to go where his Hyung would go and he knew precisely where he was headed to. So the start of Jungkook’s nightmare began.
The three of them entered the room without so much knocking. After all, it was his room and Jungkook had full access to it.
Of course.
But it was the still air and the prominent smell of blood that permeated the air that had the boys stopping in their tracks. Jungkook was the most sensitive both in his senses and in his personality compared to the rest of his Hyungs. So he dreaded the worst when he slowly unlocked his bathroom door and pushed it open. But the moment his vision cleared and he saw you, he knew that not even his worst memory of a mass of graves, hauling dead bodies into them, could ever compare to this.
The steam was so much that it was smoking the atmosphere, humidity at its highest. You were lying against the wall of the shower room, hot water cascading directly onto your front as it flowed the red, translucent water down the drain.
There was a moment of silence before everything went haywire. Jimin screamed, rushing out of the room, most probably to get the rest of his Hyungs and their doctor. Oh, the doctor will probably get a heart attack not just from his old age now. Yoongi had entered the shower, hissing at the heat as he stepped in and turned off the tap. He gently lifted you, placing you down onto the pile of towels Jungkook had laid out on the bathroom floor.
As Yoongi quickly worked his nimble hands, drying you and ensuring that there were multiple towels stacked on top of you, Jungkook worked to stop the blood.
Just how long were you in that state?
He placed two fingers on your pulse.
Beating but faint.
You were alive but what if he had gotten in later? What if Yoongi Hyung did not decide to go up to check on you? What if -
“HOLY SHIT!”
“FUCK -”
“I didn’t think that it would get this bad!”
“Somebody get the DOCTOR!!”
Jungkook shook his head and focused on stopping your bleeding. His self-wallowing could be continued after you are in a less critical condition. Now, his only point was to ensure that you lived.
Jin Hyung and Jimin slid down opposite him, helping him dress you and bound your wounds, carrying you to his bed and tucking you under the covers. By now, you were shivering like a leaf, face pale as you curled up into a ball. There was no leftover blood bags in the fridge that Jin Hyung could use. They didn’t even know your blood type and using one that was not compatible with yours could cause even more problems in your already fragile state.
Right now, all he could do was wait.
And to play the waiting game was the most tortuous way.
Their doctor had rushed over upon hearing the condition you were in. As you were being treated in his room and Namjoon and Hobi Hyung had retreated back to their offices to get some work done, Jungkook went back to the bathroom.
His brain was in such a frenzy when he saw you lying there, unconscious that he didn’t think before he acted. By instinct, he did the best he could, just like when one of his men was to be found bleeding out.
Inspecting the bathroom, Jungkook spotted his razor lying in the middle of the shower room. Picking it up, he spotted specks of dried blood and dead skin clinging onto it. Tears began forming at the edge of his eyes as he quickly wiped them away. All his Hyungs were already worried for you and with the upcoming ball, he didn’t want to be any more of a worry.
As the youngest, he was the most doted on. He triggers his Hyungs’ over-protective system into overdrive and this was most certainly not the time to do so. He threw the razor into the bin, starting to scrub his shower room free of blood.
Once Jungkook was done, he entered back into his room. Seeing you laying there with bandages tightly concealing the wounds he had found you in, Jungkook felt the familiar rising anger burning his insides.
He didn’t know what to expect.
That you would be awake? That you wouldn’t be shivering so much under his covers?
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“The loss of blood is currently causing the majority of the problem here and I’ll inspect the reasoning of what was used to inflict the cuts on her -”
“Razor,” Jungkook answered him lifelessly. “My razor. Dumped it in the bin already. Found it on the floor of the shower room.”
He could see that his doctor was taken aback. By no means of how he found you and the state that he found you in was ever kept a secret from anybody in this room but if the invisible wounds ran so deep, perhaps it was best if they were to do something before the situation progresses.
The doctor cleared his throat. “Well then, it is best to ensure that there will be no sharp or hurtful objects or materials around her. A lighter way to put this would be to ‘Bubble wrap her but do not suffocate her’.”
The boys in the room nodded, clearly understanding the meaning behind those words. As the doctor left the room, he each patted them on their shoulder before heading over to the middle of Kim’s office.
He was their private doctor, working with the Bangtan for over twelve years. Even before their solid establishment, Doctor Eun has been continuously nursing both the boys and their teams back to health every time a situation were to occur. Seeing the harsh world that they were thrown into, Doctor Eun saw first-hand how bad the boys - especially Jungkook - would go when their possessions were taken.
He had seen the way his youngest looked. The look of pity and anger in his eyes, his stance, and his breathing. He could sense that the girl lying on the bed was no ordinary girl to him and he hoped that Jungkook would not do anything he shouldn’t.
“Come in.”
Jungkook is still a baby. My baby boy 😚😘
Wait a minute JEON JUNGKOOK. I- ajjasgsjakshsjsksksj
Favourite Jungkook Fic Pt. 2
My previous Fic Rec list: One Shot Series
None of the fics in the list is mine. These belong to some amazing, creative and wonderful writers. Go check them out and read their other fics. Also like, reblog and/or comment there 😊
Mango Series by @whatifyoulivelikethat || Angst, Fluff, Smut (Kind of Bad Boy Jungkook but not that much. OC has a abusive past)
Wishing For You Pt.2 by @kookiestarlight || Angst, Fluff, Smut (Husband Jungkook. Ahh this one is soooo good. I love it too much. Jungkook is a sweetheart. He is like the ideal husband here. This Jungkook can rival with all the bad boy Jungkook out there. He is just perfect)
Read the Drabble too My Lucky Stars
My Beauty My Blood by @7cypher || Angst, Fluff Slight Smut (Mafia boss Jungkook. But not the ruthless type of mafia. It mainly focuses on the emotional side, the love for friends and family)
The Warmth You Bring by @moonchild-mp3 || Fluffy Fluff (Dad Jungkook. Gamer/Streamer Jungkook)
Amour by @taesthetes || Fluff, Angst (Fantasy, Supernatural au. Angel Jungkook. Devil OC)
Caught by @parkdatjimin || Fluff so much Fluff (Roommate au. Jungkook and OC both are awkward and they are hiding their feelings. It's really cute)
Spidey Spidey by @kookings || Fluff, Humor (Jungkook Neighbor au. It's really funny. There's a ferocious spider in OC's room 😂)
Ghost in My Bed by @yeojaa || Angst, Smut yet (Jungkook ex lovers au. Infidelity au. Rockstar Jungkook) <Ongoing>
In the Frosty Air by @gukyi || Angst, Fluff (Roommate au. Christmas au)
Snaps by @cryxstal-moon || Fluff, Slight Angst (Photographer Jungkook. Secretary OC)
Azaleas by @randombtsprincessa || Fluff, Smut (Lawyer OC. Lawyer Jungkook. So much professionalism)
A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon
by @cutaepatootie || Angst, Fluff, Smut (Nurse OC. Ahh this one is really sad 😢)
Feeling by @sometimeinjoon || Fluff, Smut (Devil Jungkook)
What Money Can Buy by @jeonstudios || Angst, Fluff, Slight Smut (Sugar baby au. CEO reader. Jungkook as sugar baby. This story is totally different from all the sugar baby troops)
IMAGINES???
Hi, its been a while since I last came here in Tumblr , come to think of it I actually thought of having a imagines here which involves BTS. And I was thinking of maybe posting them here, but im not sure yet. Should I???
01/09 | 🐰 | under the influence
Jungkookie💜 #bts #bangtansonyeondan #bangtansonyeondan방탄소년단 #bangtan #bangtanboys #bulletproofboyscouts #jungkook #jeonjungkook #jk #jkedits #cookie #btsjungkook #btsjk #jungkookbts #goldenmaknae #jungkookie #jeonjeongguk #kimnamjoon #kimseokjin #minyoongi #junghoseok #parkjimin #kimtaehyung #rm #taehyung #jimin #jhope #suga #jin #btsarmy (at BTS) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUrUbGyBtf4/?utm_medium=tumblr
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I just came across this bts hybrid fiction but is has just started does anyone know any other hybrid au I can read?