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I don't know if a lot of people will see this but @numinousher accidentally deactivated the account so follow this new one that's tagged so that you can read Combined Beings(I highly recommend)

Uhhh… i knew in my bones that if I deleted my second blog, it was gonna delete my main blog… and guess what? It did! 😭

Combined Beings (xiii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNING IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Dinner tonight?”

You turned to look at Ari as she spoke but you smiled a little at her. “I have dinner with Jimin later. If you want, you can come over tomorrow, watch movies, and just catch up. I miss you and I’m sorry.”

Ari chuckled at your expression. “Yeah, we need to catch up. We’ve been so busy and you,” she flicked your arm, “don’t need to apologize. I’m just happy getting your attention tomorrow.”

You shook your head at her word’s and continued doing your work, your phone buzzing here and there, knowing that the rest are probably trying to get your attention since Jin took it yesterday.

It was during the night that Hoseok had called, taking away your attention from Jin who was messily cutting away the vegetables needed for your noodles in order to make you laugh.

Let’s just say, they were all a little jealous at not being there and witnessing your shenanigans in person. You and Jin laughed and laughed and even Jimin and Jungkook had grabbed their keys in order to leave their house, going to head to yours, if it weren’t for Namjoon stopping them, claiming that you and Jin needed time alone to bond more. They agreed. So that’s why your phone kept buzzing and you didn’t mind it, it just made you work even harder so you’ll have the chance to message them back.

“And your desk is over here. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask me or anyone here.”

You and Ari both turn around at hearing your friend’s voice, coming to find Eunji talking with a man who bowed to her. His back was faced towards you two, but it didn’t stray away the fact that the back of his head was attractive.

When Eunji was heading towards her office, you and Ari glanced at one another before chasing after her.

“Who is that?” Ari asked as soon as you two got inside her office and Eunji looked at the two of you with an amused look, hanging up the phone she was just using. “Is that Dae-something?”

“Daeseong, Ari,” Eunji chuckled and nodded her head. “Yep, it’s him. He looks even more attractive in person than he did on photo.”

You three glanced at the man whose head turned around during the exact same time your eyes landed on him.

“He’s fucking hot!” Ari exclaimed in a hushed voice and you chuckled at your friend’s words.

“He’s cute,” you nodded your head a little, not finding any interest in the man. But, you couldn’t not admit he was attractive because he was.

“I want him,” Ari admitted and you and Eunji raised your eyebrows at her words. “I said what I said and I stand by it. He’s handsome.”

While your friend went on a tangent about wanting the poor man who didn’t know what was coming to him, Eunji looked at you.

“Mr. Park wants to see you by the way,” she said, glancing at her computer. “Says you’re not responding to your messages so he called me before you two chased after me.”

“I’ll be right back then,” you smiled at them, heading towards the elevator so you could come back and finish work while listening to Ari fan over the new worker.

As you made it to Jimin’s floor in a matter of time, you went into his office and came to see him talking to Jin and Jungkook, who smiled at you.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin stepped closer to you, kissing your forehead.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook stepped in next, kissing your head. You smiled back at the two before waving at Jin enthusiastically, turning to stare at Jimin as he spoke.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he explained, “figured you were busy so I called Eunji and told her to tell you to come up when you’re free. I didn’t think she’d do it as soon as I hung up.”

You chuckled. “We had went inside her office when she told me that’s why. But what did you need?”

“We actually have a present for you,” Jin spoke, sitting on the chair in front of Jimin’s desk, a smile still on his lips. You frowned.

“For me?”

“Yes, you, dummy,” Jimin snorted, a teasing smile on his own lips. He grabbed your hand and stuck his hand out towards Jungkook, who passed him something they hid from you. He looked back at you and kept his smile, placing a cold object on your skin. “We all have the same bracelet, wanted us all to have something matching. But, because of our line of work, we all promised to keep you out of danger so, the bracelet has a tracking device. Though, if you feel uncomfortable, we will take it out.”

It was your turn to smile at their gesture, eyeing the piece of the jewelry. “As much as I want to scold you all for spoiling me, I really appreciate it. I’m fine with the tracking device, too.”

Jimin’s smile reached his eyes and he patted your hand. “I’m happy you like it, flower.” He glanced at Jin. “Also, Jin told me that you two had fun yesterday.”

“We did!” You happily said. “We gardened together and then we were feeding stray cats. I wanted to make him food in order so he could feel comfortable, but he wanted to help so, I let him.”

“You two are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded before glancing at the time. “Okay, I have to go. I have to continue some more documents while listening to Ari talk about the new worker and how handsome he is, so wish me luck.”

“New worker?” Jimin questioned, a frown forming on his face. You nodded again, unaware of what your words were doing to him and Jungkook. “Handsome?”

“He’s a bit handsome,” you admitted, still naive to the feelings coursing through Jimin and Jungkook’s bodies. “But, anyway, I’ll see you here during lunch or, do you want me to meet you over there?”

“Meet me over there, flower,” Jimin gave you an uptight smile, hiding his jealousy behind his words. “I have everything set up and my guards will be waiting for you in the main lobby. When you head to my restaurant, they already know who you are and they will take you to the table. That okay?”

“Yep,” you replied before turning around and heading towards the door. “Please don’t be too late. I don’t like being alone in a place you all know but I don’t. It makes it more intimidating and makes me more anxious.”

Jimin only gave you his usual smile. “I’ll be there, baby.” He didn’t seem to realize the new nickname he called you. “Don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You hummed before waving, closing the door behind you. As soon as the three heard the door shut, they all turned to look at one another.

“Who hired the new guy?” Jungkook immediately asked. “I know for a fact it wasn’t neither of us.”

“Isn’t Namjoon in charge of choosing some new workers?” Jin questioned, making Jimin and Jungkook sigh in synch. “Wait, no. It was me. My bad.”

“Is he really attractive?” Jimin eyed Jin who thought about it and nodded very slowly. A sigh immediately fell from his lips. “If he tries anything with her, I’ll kill him. I’m not even joking.”

“You can’t exactly be jealous,” Jin pointed out, causing the youngest to look away from his gaze, knowing pretty much he would be intensely staring at them. “She’s not yours.”

“He’s right,” Jungkook breathed out. “We can’t exactly be jealous of a guy just because she claimed he was a bit handsome. She’s not ours.”

“She will be,” Jimin said, looking away from their gazes. “I’m planning on finally telling her tonight about my feelings. I can’t just see her without wanting to kiss her or literally get on my knees and tell her that whatever she says, I’ll do.”

“I understand that,” Jungkook nodded in agreement. “I swear, I want to buy her every ring or any type of jewelry. It’s become an issue. I can’t even take Tae with me because he feels the exact same way.”

“I’ll tell her tonight,” Jimin shakily let out before chuckling humorously. “I kill people and here I am, nervous about admitting my feelings.”

“Just do it right,” Jin hummed, advising him. “But don’t fuck it up either and you can’t let her down. Be there.”

Jimin nodded and he thought about the events that he wished will happen. He also thought about events that he wishes won’t happen, like you denying your own feelings and telling him you don’t feel the same.

When you appeared on your floor, you headed towards your desk where Ari was staring at the new worker. You chuckled and shook your head at her actions before sitting down.

“Stop staring at the poor guy,” you softly slapped your friends arm. She shook her head. “He just came in today and you can’t stop staring at him. I’m pretty sure he can feel your stare.”

“Good, I want him to stare at me once.”

You continued to laugh a little at your friend, turning to continue working on your computer. It wasn’t long, though, before Ari eyed the new piece of jewelry adorning your wrist.

“What?” You smiled once you saw her teasing smirk.

“They really called you up to give you jewelry,” she said. “They like you so much, it’s sickening and cute at the same time.”

“It’s so pretty,” you mumbled, playing with the bracelet. But your words fell to deaf ears once someone cleared their throat behind you. You and Ari turned around and came to face your new handsome co-worker. You smiled a bit. “Hi, Daeseong, right?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yep. Y/n and Ari, right?” You and Ari looked at him confusedly after he told you your names. “Oh, sorry, Eunji talked about you two and how I should ask you two for some questions if any.”

“Oh,” you dragged out the word before a small smile tilted on your lips. “Okay, then! What did you need to ask?”

“Um, I’m having trouble accessing the documents needed for this week,” he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I don’t have anything coming up on the website.”

“Let me help you,” Ari immediately stood up, heading towards his desk. But he looked at you one more time, causing you to frown with a smile still on your lips, goosebumps appearing on your arms in an unpleasant way.

He walked away before smiling at you, bowing his head. He gave you one more glance but the way he kept glancing at you made you feel uncomfortable, the pit of your stomach burning with such an iffy feeling.

You shook your head to snap out of it before going back to do your work, wishing that time went by quickly so you could spend time with Jimin.

And much to your luck, time went by very quickly.

When you walked towards the main lobby and saw Jimin’s guards, about to head towards them, you were stopped by the same figure who made you uncomfortable not so long ago.

“Hi?” You questioned as Daeseong smiled at you, holding onto his bag. “Did you need anything?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded his head out of response. “I was wondering if…” he seemed to struggle letting out his words, “if Ari is seeing anyone since you two are friends.”

“She is single,” you smiled, feeling a bit relaxed but still having that feeling. You glanced at Jimin’s guards and they spotted you, heading your way. “But, I have to go. It was nice meeting you!”

You walked away but his hand reached for your wrist, stopping you. Jimin’s head guard immediately stepped in, taking away his hand from you. Daeseong eyed the guards before turning to look at you again, a smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry,” he backed away. “Just ask Ari if you can send me her number. I want to get to know her better.”

“She comes early for work so you can ask her then,” you gently told him, feeling less anxious now that you knew someone that Jimin trusted was by your side. “I would ask her right now but I have to go somewhere. Though, it was nice to meet you! See you.”

You walked away hurriedly with the guard and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, miss?”

“Do you get a weird feeling from him?” You asked, frown deepening more as you glanced at the figure over your shoulder, seeing him standing there, watching you.

“I do,” the guard nodded and you remembered his name as Jae, knowing that Jimin had called him that over the phone. “I’ll let Mr. Park know about his new employee.”

You hummed and he and the others led you to the car waiting for you. You went in after he opened the door and he headed towards his seat in the front.

Heading towards Jimin’s restaurant, you let out a sigh, worried now about why you were feeling that way about Daeseong even though he’d only been there for a couple of hours.

But you waved it off, shaking your head to get rid of his face from your mind.

You cleared your throat, looking down at your hands. You eyed the jewelry that was given and relaxed a little, breathing in and out.

“We will take you inside, Ms. Y/n,” Jae spoke, glancing at you. You looked at him. “Mr. Park doesn’t want us to leave you.”

“Thank you.”

As you arrived at Serendipity, you got helped out of the car like Jimin usually does. You headed inside the restaurant, ignoring the looks of those waiting outside for their turn.

You got taken to the table for you and Jimin and you continued to block out the stares of men and women situated in their own reserved tables. You sighed and rubbed your palms on your thighs, hoping to calm down your jittering hands.

“Hello,” a waiter appeared and you smiled at noticing that they seemed a bit calmer than usual. “Mr. Park wanted you to try this dish while he comes here so you won’t wait for too long.”

You nodded and got served a plate. “Thank you.”

But you sat there after a while, looking down at your phone to glance at the time. And you sat there and sat there, sighs escaping your lips once in a while, until a fight broke out. A couple against another couple, fists and slaps thrown here and there until security had to step in. But for your sake and safety, Jae and another guard came to get you.

“We need to go,” he rapidly told you. You nodded and got out of the booth and were back to being surrounded by security. “Mr. Park isn’t answering. Guards went to check on him so I have to wait for a response to know he’s okay. I’m sure he didn’t mean to be late.”

“I hope so,” you breathed out and got inside the car, staring at the restaurant and the people kicked out.

They drove off and headed towards your house, making sure to leave a couple of men behind to keep watch as they eyed a man not so far staring into your home.

There was too much going on and you were worn out, mentally and physically. You just needed Jungkook and Taehyung, who always were there to make sure you were okay while talking about their childhood.

“Hello?” Jungkook answered as soon as the phone rang.

“Hi, Jungkook.”

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, a smile on his face as he remembered Jimin’s words and how he was going to admit his feelings to you. “How was your date with Jimin?”

“Well, he didn’t show up,” you admitted and there was a pause, his breathing not even heard. “Is he okay?”

“He didn’t show up?”

“No,” you shook your head before shrugging. “I mean, I don’t mind as long as he’s okay. I had to be taken out of the restaurant, though, because a fight broke out and I don’t know if Jimin might’ve appeared.”

“A fight?” He frowned, his face hardening at the thought of you hurt. “Did you get hurt?” He let out a sigh of relief, though, when you let out a small ‘no’ at his question. “Okay, then. I’ll head over. Taehyung is… dealing with some business so it’ll be me. That okay?” You hummed. “Okay. I’ll let you know what happened to Jimin as soon as I hear what happened, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, baby,” he hurried to put on a shirt and putting on his shoes, slipping them on while the other hand held his phone. “I’ll be there in a bit. Make sure the guards are taking care of—”

A buzz made you pull your phone away from your ear, a number appearing. You would’ve ignored it if it weren’t for the name after.

You opened it, ignoring Jungkook’s calls for you.

And there it was, a message from the dearest Nabi. A simple, “Heyy, Jimin let me know you had a date today but, I had to keep him behind for some stuff. Hope that’s okay :)” made your chest hurt.

“So,” you spoke, your throat closing up and you cursed yourself for feeling so emotional. Jimin could do as he pleased, “Nabi just texted me saying that Jimin is with her.”

There was silence again and Jungkook let out a harsh sigh. “I’ll be there asap.”

He hung up and you ignored the message, getting to cleaning some parts of your house as a way to distract yourself. You couldn’t let Nabi get the satisfaction that her message hurt you in a way. Jimin isn’t yours. Yes, you like him, but it wasn’t something that you should let affect you.

So when Jungkook comes over, you’ll cuddle with him and watch movies and go to sleep, maybe order out.

“Miss,” the door opened and you saw Jae there, a stoic expression on his face. “Mr. Jeon advised us to keep you some company inside so no one will get in.”

You nodded and continued cleaning, his presence not bothering you in the slightest, but the silence was indeed bothering you.

“Mr. Jae,” you spoke, “do you have a family?”

He was caught off-guard by you speaking to him but he nodded. “I do. I have a wife and two kids, a 15-year-old girl and a 12-year-old boy.”

You smiled as he answered your question, and then did you create small conversation with him, getting go know the one who took care of all the boys, rotating between the 7 and today, it was Jimin.

You two continued to talk, getting to know the personal life of the man and eyeing the way he seemed to lighten up when he spoke about his wife and kids.

A knock broke you two out of your thoughts and mid-convo and Jungkook and Namjoon walked in, heading your way, and you waved at Jae as he walked out, giving you three privacy. But, Namjoon had stopped him, wanting details as to what happened, and they both went outside.

Jungkook hugged you as soon as he reached you, his hands traveling down the back of your legs to prop you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow, yeah?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you. Whatever you want.”

You chuckle and shook your head. “Stop spoiling me.”

“But, my love language is gift giving,” he whined a little and you snorted. “It will make me happy. Don’t you like it when I’m happy?”

“You can’t use that against me,” you groan, pulling away as he placed you back on the floor. He smirked at you and then did you give in, trying so hard not to eye the way the shirt he was wearing hugged him so tightly and his arms flexed simultaneously as he still had them wrapped around your waist. “Fine. I’ll let you spoil me if… I get to give you gifts, too.”

He smiled in satisfaction, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs rubbing the skin.

“Deal. We’ll go tomorrow.”

You two stood there for a few seconds before Namjoon came back from being outside. He looked like he had been woken up, face swollen, and hair disheveled.

“I’m sorry for Jimin leaving you alone, beautiful,” Namjoon said, hugging you next. You hugged him and you had to ignore the way you could feel his muscles under the shirt, too, relishing in the warmth of his body. “We tried calling him but he hasn’t responded. We have to wait until he comes home, which you’re doing. You’re coming home with me.”

“I-” You looked at him with a confused. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I want you to be better protected tonight,” Namjoon answered. “All of the things that have been happening, they shouldn’t be a coincidence. Nabi, the restaurant, the person staring at you outside. You’re coming with us so we could protect you more, okay?”

You sighed and nodded slowly. “Okay.” You, however, thought back to your co-worker. “Wait, what about the new person working in my division?”

“What about him?” Jungkook immediately stood straight at the mention of the man.

“It’s just… I get a bad feeling about him. He stopped me from leaving to tell him if Ari is single or not. When I tried to leave, he grabbed me until Jae had to step in.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Jungkook breathed out, running a hand over his hair. “I told you, double background check.”

Namjoon glanced at Jungkook before eyeing you. “Hey, I’ll check in on him, again, okay? But I can’t promise you anything. I’ll up your security. You’re going to need it, especially since you’ve been seen hanging out with us.”

“This is all just overwhelming,” you admitted and they both nodded, agreeing that if they were in your shoes, they, too, would be incredibly overwhelmed.

“Listen, let just go and grab anything you need, okay? We’ll take you to work and we’ll drop you off wherever you need.”

You nodded and went to grab your things, heading towards the two as soon as everything was packed securely in your bag.

It wasn’t long before you made it to their home. You were shocked per se, as their house was huge, especially the garden they had. The gate in front was heavily guarded by so many men. You were shocked but you were also heavily tired so you left off the comments out of awe for later.

You don’t remember much but you got taken to a room, where Jungkook had carried you in, laying by your side. Namjoon had also stayed, his body much more warmer than Jungkook’s.

When Jimin came home, he was fuming. He was angry and it was with Nabi and himself.

“Where have you been?” Hoseok asked as soon as he eyed the person coming into view in the living room. “You left Y/n alone.”

“Nabi threatened to kill her,” Jimin spat out, taking off his blazer in an angry matter and throwing it against the couch harshly. “I had to stay behind while she spoke all this shit and saying she knows where she lives and that if I left to be with her, she already had someone in my restaurant looking for her.”

“Where’s Nabi?” Hoseok asked as Jimin continued to throw off everything out of rage. “Jimin.”

“I killed her,” Jimin replied. “I had to. She fucking ruined everything I had planned just because she believed she still owns us? Yeah, I wasn’t going to let her live. Not when she threaten Y/n and you guys.”

“Where’s her body?” Hoseok questioned, standing up as be prepared to make sure no evidence was left behind.

“It’s in the back of the car I came in,” Jimin said, fists clenching and unclenching. “It’s still in the front.”

Hoseok nodded before he looked at Jimin. “If you explain the situation to Y/n, she won’t be mad. But, let her know it had nothing to do with her.”

“I’ll go tomorrow to her house.”

“She’s actually here,” Jimin’s head snapped towards Hoseok who was already heading out. “She’s sleeping with Namjoon and Jungkook. Try to convince one of them to switch places with you.”

“I will.”

I felt the fluff dripping out of my ears

Combined Beings (xvi)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

TAGLIST (CLOSED) : @scuzmunkie @princess-sunshyn @bangtans-momma @stupendousliteraturewritingoaf @babygirl-277 @elliott-calls @yoonallthetime @atiny-angel @tokiodori @lovwoni @littlrmills14-blog @7soulstars @lizzymizzy-blogg @itzz-me-duh @mma7 @4ukiyo4 @xiusmarshmallow @maliktheking @fluffyspaceprincess @svnbangtansworld @passionandsuga @m0v3m3ntsblog @kungsoonie @idkreallys-blog @generouschildcolor @miriamxsworld @fluffy-canada-pancakes @icravebooks @singukieee @ilymygs-fatima @cryingpages @embrace-themagic @luvlee1313 @skyys-universe @allamericanuniverse @emu007 @needausernamepl @asmenar-ams @stellauniverse @namjoonswaifu @juju-227592 @mageprincess7 @eclipse-darling @iamkookiesforyou @kissme-ornot @foreverweareyoung7 @lovelgirl22 @xyahrinx @guinhosletters @amara-mars @shadowyjellyfishfest @hobiswhore @kooslilhoe @sugaglaze93 (to the bold usernames, your accounts wouldn’t show up. pls fix your visibility settings!)

A/N: feedback is very much appreciated! <3

before and after

“Hi, guys—”

You walked into your friend’s office, coming face to face with Eunji and Ari who had smiles plastered on their faces. You squinted your eyes and gave them suspicious looks, slowly taking off your sweater.

“So,” you began, placing your sweater on your forearm while you slowly closed the office door behind you, “why are you two staring at me like that?”

“Jimin texted us,” Eunji started before clearing her throat rather dramatically, squinting at her phone screen. “He told us in our groupchat that we needed to watch out for Daeseong, doesn’t want his girlfriend and her friends being in danger.”

“You’re dating them?” Ari grabbed your hands and you snorted at their enthusiasm, nodding. Your friend swatted your arm. “Why didn’t you text us? I have amazing memes that I’ve been wanting to use!”

“I’ve just been enjoying my weekend with them,” you replied, a small tilted on your lips as they both stared at you, listening to every word you were saying. “And I didn’t know if they felt comfortable with me telling some people I’m dating them so, I just stayed quiet.”

“Well, Jimin is obviously very proud.”

“Wait,” you frowned as you processed Eunji’s words, “you’re in a groupchat with him?”

“Well, all the other 6, too,” Eunji grinned before she and Ari pulled you into a hug. “We’re so happy for you! We’ll definitely keep an an eye out for Daeseong. He does give me creep vibes.”

“He wants to go on a date with Ari,” you looked at said woman, who wrinkled her nose, making a face. You snickered, a teasing smile starting to spread on your lips once you saw the reaction you wanted to get. “Go give Daeseong a kiss.”

Ari scoffed, flipping you off as you puckered your lips, making kissing noises. Eunji joined you.

“Shut up, I don’t want that creep,” Ari playfully rolled her eyes, pushing you away from her. “You know what? Go give your boys a kiss.”

“I will,” you replied before glancing at the clock. You turned to look at her, “after I finish work.”

“Ugh, work, bleh,” Ari shuddered. She turned around and opened the door. “Y/n, go kiss Namjoon and convince him to give us another week off work.”

“Yeah, right, like that’ll work,” you chuckled at her antics, waving at Eunji goodbye. You and Ari headed towards your desks, avoiding the gaze of Daeseong who was trying his hardest not to look at you two. “Also, why are there guards now during the entrance of the elevators?”

“The boys increased security for you,” Ari answered, wiggling her eyebrows as she passed you a little container that her mom had stored food in for you. “There’s more on this floor just in case they need to step in when someone harasses you or,” she leaned closer, “when the creep even thinks about putting his hand on you. Don’t worry, by the way, they also increased for everyone’s safety, too.”

“I need to be added to this groupchat because I need to be in the loop of things,” you breathed out and she nodded, understanding. “But, it’s so crazy, Ari.” You whispered your next few words. “Can you believe I’m dating all 7?”

“I do,” she mumbled. “Since I’ve been telling you from the beginning.”

You smiled and you two got to work.

The boys understood that you liked getting work done, so they all texted you either a simple “have a good day baby/angel/sweets/flower ❤️” or “come up during your lunch break, I miss your face!” which made you smile. You texted them here and there when you were handing in finished work, and they were just happy you were having a good day so far.

But it didn’t last long.

Chaewon, the same girl who had been harassing you after Iseul got fired, was now sticking her nose in your business.

It didn’t help that her followers went along with her words, nodding their heads in agreement when Chaewon would mention you were “whoring” around with the bosses. You didn’t really care. You knew what your relationship was with them and that’s all that mattered. But she wasn’t happy with the fact that her words didn’t phase you.

Her biggest mistake after… spewing more hateful words about your outfit and how your body didn’t seem right enough to be wearing it.

“Send her up,” Jin muttered as Jimin and Yoongi sat in front of him, eating the food you and him had packed for everyone. Jimin gave him a questioning look but Jin waved him off.

Chaewon was grabbed by the men by the elevators when she had come back from the restroom, panic engulfing her body once she saw the floor she was being taken to. Everyone talked about it since the eldest Kim resided on it, knowing that if you went there, you pissed off someone of full authority. Her mind immediately went to you and you, on the other hand, clearly not knowing about the situation, continued doing your work and revising it with Eunji.

“Over here,” a man let out, softly pushing her into the office of the eldest.

Chaewon couldn’t contain her gasp, though, when she came to find not just one of her bosses, but 3. They were awaiting her, but the one glaring at her made her nervous and got her frightened.

“Who are you?” Jimin asked, arching and eyebrow.

“Chaewon.”

“Now, Chaewon,” Jin spoke, clasping his hands together in front of him as he stared at the woman. He glanced at his phone, “you know, I got sent a message not so long ago by one of my men letting me know that you have been harassing workers.”

Both Jimin and Yoongi’s heads snapped towards the woman, eyes hardening as they realized why she was there.

“I-” Chaewon let out, clearly not expecting to be hit with that. She nervously chuckled. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong—”

Jin clicked his tongue, shaking his head while he stood up, walking towards her. “I saw your records, you were a good student and you are a good worker. But nothing pisses me off more than a person thinking they’re better than everyone else because of their appearance.”

Chaewon gulped as he stood in front of her, her eyes immediately landing on something else so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him.

“I am not that person,” Chaewon scoffed, trying to keep her composure in place, though, it was breaking down when the other two stared at her as intensely as Jin.

“Chaewon, there’s no reason to lie when I have witnesses,” Jin sarcastically smiled, “and I even have cameras that caught your voice, and even figure, harassing people.” He looked at her but she stayed quiet. “Your words don’t hurt y/n, but when you started berating her for ‘whoring’ around with her bosses, well… I had to step in.”

“It was a joke.”

“A joke is when someone says something to make people laugh,” Yoongi stoically commented, eyes boring holes on her head as he looked at something on his phone. Presumably the video. “Do you see people laughing?”

“No, sir…”

“Then how was it a joke?”

Chaewon’s face was already red with embarrassment and anger. Why was she being berated like this and not you?

“Why are you bringing me here?” She huffed, allowing some of her true colors to show. The three glanced at each other. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, Chaewon,” Jin scoffed, a bit of laughter escaping his lips. Since she was showing who she really was, Jin will allow his to come to display, too. “I didn’t bring you here for that, though.”

“Then what?” She watched as he went to go sit back down.

“Come sit down,” he gestured towards the other empty seat next to Jimin. She tentatively did so and she saw Jin’s face immediately change. He leaned closer. “If you ever touch, insult, or even look at y/n, your family will have to deal with putting missing posters with your face on it.”

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Kim?” Chaewon frowned and he shook his head up and down, a smile on his face.

“Of course I am,” he replied. “I’m simply stating what will happen in the future if you don’t start acting like a decent human being instead of a spoiled one. Your choice.”

“What does Y/n have to do with anything?” She continued to pester him unknowingly. “She can’t exactly mean that much to you.”

Her eyes dropped to the wrist of his left hand that he had raised, his fingers rubbing his lower lip out of annoyance. Her eyes widened once she saw the Diamond bracelet. You had been wearing an exact one. She turned to look at Jimin and Yoongi’s hands, the same bracelet adorning their wrists.

“You finally caught on?” Jimin chuckled a bit at her expression.

“You’re dating her,” Chaewon mumbled, her chest heaving up and down as if she had done laps around the building. “You’re dating Y/n.”

“We are.”

“Is that why you care so much?” The girl harshly scoffed. “You don’t even care about how your other employees are being affected. You simply care—”

“I do care about the other employees,” Jin cut her off, a smile still on his face as he remained calm. “But, I know your guys’ little… game. You bully her the most don’t you? Simply because she doesn’t fit your standard, or whatever it is. You don’t like how she’s different.”

“Iseul always mentioned having a thin waist—”

“Iseul is a bitch,” Jimin then cut her off, his playful gaze dispersing as he heard her words. “Are you a follower Chaewon? Hmm?” She shook her head. “Then why are you listening to a girl who didn’t even care about you, huh?”

Chaewon stayed silent.

“If I hear anyone bully another employee,” Jin started, “I will fire you.”

“Me?” Chaewon gasped, not understanding why she had to face the consequences. “It wouldn’t be my fault.”

“Well, Iseul isn’t here,” Jin simply answered, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re the next person in the office who is berating others for their appearance and encouraging the rest to do the same. But wait, why can’t I just fire you right now?”

“No, no,” Chaewon shook her head. “I can’t bear to lose this job…”

“Then you would know I’m not kidding around,” Jin glared at her and she gulped at the gaze. “Leave Y/n alone and then I won’t cause your parents to be looking for their bully of a daughter until the day they die. Got it?”

Chaewon rapidly nodded and Jin gestured for his guards to grab her. They did so and they led her outside where she headed towards the elevator, hands nervously shaking.

Jimin hummed in approval before he gave Yoongi a side-glance. The two hid their smiles as they looked at Jin.

“So…” Jimin started, a smirk tilting at the end of his lips as Jin looked down at the papers in front of him, “Y/n finally wove herself into your heart, huh?”

Jin chuckled and didn’t respond, giving him the answer he was looking for. Jimin couldn’t help but smile. He had been waiting for this moment since the very beginning. It was such a sight watching Jin smile at just thinking about you.

On your floor, you watched as Chaewon headed to her desk, petrified. Her eyes caught yours and you immediately looked away, not wanting to deal with her harsh words.

“I have no idea,” you mumbled, eyeing your work. “It’s this weekend. The theme color is a sage green and a pastel yellow. Seems like my mom took over the wedding, though, since those are her favorite colors.”

“Ew, your mom still pisses me off,” Ari commented. “I told you that if I ever met her, I would slap her.”

“I know,” you chuckled, shaking your head at her words. “It’s just been so long since I saw them last. At least my sister, though, was willing to invite me instead of forgetting about me.“

“I agree with the boys, though,” Ari hummed, glancing at you and then at Daeseong who was still trying his hardest to pretend like he wasn’t looking at you two. “There’s something suspicious here.”

“Daeseong is suspicious.”

“I’m going to ask Eunji during lunch to give me his last name,” Ari said, glancing at her watch. “You remember how I found that one guy’s address and sister’s name?”

“You searched his number on Google and he lived with his sister,” you chuckled and she waved you off. “But, yeah… he’s not very discreet.”

“If he ends up being the bad guy,” Ari started, her voice dramatically lowering to a whisper as if what she was telling you was a secret… and it kind of was, “he’s a terrible one. He screams it.”

You two glanced at said man, who was now talking to another employee. You and Ari made a face to one another as you saw him flirting and the girl being way into it.

“We need to save her.”

“She’ll learn.”

Lunch came quick and the first thing that the 7 men did was text you to come up quick, a surprise waiting for you. In other words, get your lunch and head up because they’re not going to let you go.

Thankfully, your friends let you get away since you three would be heading to Eunji’s tomorrow for dinner. After all, you missed her food and her child. He was always telling you silly jokes he heard and he always tried making you laugh. He always did.

“Y/n!”

You looked up from the elevator as soon as it opened and saw Binna there in all her glory. You gasped and headed towards her, hugging her.

“Binna!” You exclaimed, the two of you smiling. “It’s so nice to see you again! I missed you.” You two pulled away. “Oh, my God. How’s your baby? Did everything go smoothly?”

“Well, first, I missed you, too,” she squealed, causing the two of you to move side to side, “and my daughter is doing well, very healthy and growing, and everything, thankfully, went smoothly.“

“I’m so happy to see you,” you said and she smiled at you. “It’s so weird coming up here and not seeing you or talking to you.”

“Ah, yeah, Mr. Park told me about the girl who replaced me for a while,” Binna let out an annoyed sigh. “She messed up everything on my computer. I had to fix my planner because she kept putting her personal things on there.”

“That sucks.”

“It did!” Binna exclaimed before she looked down at your neck adorned with a necklace. She smirked. “So… you and the 7 huh?”

“Oh, God,” you covered your face.

“I knew it,” she teased. “From the beginning. Especially since Jimin kept telling you to come up every day. That’s very cute.”

“Surprise!” You two turned to see Jimin with a smile on his lips as he headed towards you. He came up from behind you, resting a hand on your waist while the other one spread out to Binna. “Did you like the surprise?”

“I loved it!” You happily told him, a smile forming on your face as you hugged the older girl. “I missed Binna.”

“I know the other girl was a pain in the ass and I also missed Binna so, I made sure she was okay to come back,” Jimin smiled at the way you were happy, clearly excited to have seen the woman, who you had become friends with when you repeatedly came to his office in the beginning, again. “Alright, girls, I have to take Y/n away now, Binna. But are you happy?”

“Very,” you laughed and waved goodbye at Binna as you walked with Jimin to his office. “Thank you for that. It definitely made my day better.”

“And I thought seeing us would make your day better,” Hobi teased as Jimin opened the door for you to walk inside. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Hobi,” you smiled, hugging him. He hugged you tighter before letting go so you could hug the rest.

When you came to the last, Jungkook held you a bit tighter and kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in days. His actions caused the others to argue, letting out words that he always got the most attention. You couldn’t help but chuckle at their dramatics, knowing they were just playing around.

“So,” Namjoon started as you all started to eat, “Daeseong hasn’t done anything to you?”

“No, but I did found out you 7 have a groupchat with Ari and Eunji,” you raised an eyebrow and you snickered once they all froze and gave each other looks.

“Well, they’re your friends, baby,” Jungkook spoke first. “You trust them so, we should, too. Just in case something happens when we’re not there, we also want them to be able to text us.”

“And we plan things to keep you safe,” Taehyung admitted next. You frowned.

“Am I still in danger?” You questioned, your anxiety spiking up at the thought of being in danger. Jimin, who sat beside you, grabbed your hand.

“No, flower,” he reassured you and you breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well, actually, we’re just worried. We don’t trust Iseul and her mom. We don’t trust Daeseong either. We want to make sure you’re safe.”

“That’s why you’re gonna stay with us for a while,” Jin continued and they all nodded. “We want to take things at the pace you want so we don’t want to pressure you to move in automatically. We just want you to… think of it as vacation time. You’ll have more protection at our home and when danger passes, you’ll go back home and we’ll come stay you and take turns.”

“That sound okay?”

You nodded. “That sounds fine. Thank you.”

“But enough of all that,” Jimin waved it off and he grabbed both your hands in his. “We’re going shopping after work. We need to buy suits and you need to buy a dress. We also want more jewelry because you said the wedding is sage green and yellow pastel, right?” You nodded. “Okay, then. I’ll have Jungkook pick you up from your floor okay?”

“Mhm, okay, I’ll be waiting.”

And you were in fact waiting.

Thankfully, Eunji and Ari stayed behind when they had noticed that Daeseong had stayed, too. The two, though, were in Eunji’s office, talking about Ari’s documents she needed to turn in. They had to go to her office because they had assumed Jungkook would be coming quickly.

“Hey,” you internally sighed as you heard the voice from behind. Daeseong appeared in front of you. “Did you ask Ari if she can give me her phone number?”

“Um, I haven’t,” you tried smiling at him and he smiled back. You looked down at your phone, sighing when you noticed Jungkook hadn’t texted yet. “You haven’t tried talking to her?”

“I have but she’s always with you and I don’t want to just… butt in,” he chuckled nervously and you nodded. “But, can you still try?”

“I’ll see if I can tomorrow,” you told him. “Right now I can’t since she’s talking to someone and I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh, I’ll just wait with you.”

“No, that’s okay,” you now nervously chuckled, moving away. You tried looking for the guards but they had moved to the lower floor since there was an incident. “He’ll be here in a minute or so.”

“I’m here, baby.”

You looked over Daeseong’s shoulder and smiled when you came to see Jungkook. He smiled back at you once he saw your head peeking out, opening his arms to hug you.

“Is that him?” He asked in your ear when you hugged and you nodded. He nodded, too, before backing away, sticking out a hand for the man to shake. You could only roll your eyes at the fact he stuck out his inked hand. “Hi, I’m Jungkook.”

“I’m Daeseong,” Daeseong smiled before his eyes briefly looked at you. Jungkook stood in front of you, a smile still on his lips to hide his annoyance. “Um, I was just talking to y/n about Ari.”

“Well, I have to take her away,” Jungkook hummed, waving goodbye as you two turned to the guards awaiting for you. But, before the elevators could close, he eyed Daeseong. “Also, call me Mr. Jeon. After all, I am your boss.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk at the man’s expression even though you had hit his chest at the revelation.

“Kook, you just revealed to him I’m with you.”

He snorted because although you all swore to not reveal anything to anyone—who aren’t your friends—he couldn’t help but boast it up to Daeseong. It’s definitely going to bite him right back in the ass, but he’ll do anything to protect you and the others.

He brought you closer to his side, kissing your head.

“Good. He’ll know you’re mine, ours.”

Combined Beings (iii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭),  deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Jimin likes a girl.”

Taehyung and Namjoon looked at Jungkook as soon as his comment escaped his lips, their food being placed on the table in front of them.

“What?” Namjoon questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blonde-haired man who froze in his spot. “What do you mean you like a girl?”

Jimin sighed and he glared at Jungkook before looking away. He eyed the men in front of him who were giving him a stern look.

“Look, I’m not in love with her.”

“Let’s not forget this is how it started with—” Taehyung got caught off by Jimin’s annoyed tone. He leaned back against his chair.

“I know,” he said. “You don’t need to remind me. But she’s different! She’s not like her at all, I’m serious. She’s much more than that old hag.”

“That’s enough,” Namjoon stepped in between the two, noticing that their stare off was going to cause an argument. He didn’t need them arguing in a room full of people. “Listen, Jimin, you can have an attraction, whatever, but I know Jin is gonna deal with this the hardest. Do not tell him.”

“You shouldn’t give her the satisfaction of us not being able to let in another person because she left,” Jimin argued. All three eyed him. “You can all feel that we’re missing something, someone. It’s not just me.”

“What do you think?” Namjoon looked at Jungkook as he ate his food, acting as if he didn’t put Jimin on the spot.

“I met her,” Jungkook explained. “She seemed nice. Very awkward. Very… quiet. She gets harassed at work, won’t even snitch. It’s very obvious who does it but, we can’t do anything without catching that person on the act.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon hummed. “Send her up to your office when I’m there. I want to see her.”

“I want to see her, too,” Taehyung piped in rather excitedly, a smile on his face. “I want to see how beautiful she is.”

“She is stunning,” Jimin described. “You should see her eyes. After everything we’ve seen and done, I’d want to see her eyes after everything.”

Namjoon eyed the way Jimin spoke, his eyes glistening at even mentioning the girl. He wondered but, he knew he and the boys had to guard themselves. They couldn’t let themselves be hurt again.

During the next day, you came to work with Ari right by your side. She always liked heading to work with you and always made sure you ate a proper breakfast since you would not eat anything at work. Iseul and Minjun were to blame.

“My mom has been waiting for you to come over,” Ari said. “Wants to introduce you to her new recipe. But, it’s not really a new recipe. She just added a new seasoning.”

“Ugh, your mother’s food makes me want to die and reincarnate into a new person so I could taste it like it’s the first time,” you groaned out before jokingly slapping the wall by the button of the elevator since it was just you two.

“And then my aunt is asking for you, too,” Ari bit into her cookie. “You know how much she thinks of you as her daughter.”

“She is like my mom,” you shrugged, going inside the elevator with Ari, pressing the button for the floor you two work on. “Swear, having mommy issues really does make up for it when I have wonderful women loving me.”

“Your mom sucks ass,” Ari shook her head. “She really dislikes you because she projects her own insecurities to you. Like, she really said, ‘my daughter isn’t the weight I want her to be, I’m going to mistreat her’, and that’s stupid.”

“Mother’s.”

“Are we talking about how terrible mothers can be?” Eunji spoke up as soon as you and Ari came into her office to drop off the coffee she liked from her favorite café. “Because, I’ve met so many terrible mother’s.”

“I have a terrible mother, have you met her?” You smiled sarcastically, grabbing a donut your supervisor offered you both. “But, anyway, was the plan for today?”

“Don’t you need to go to Mr. Park’s office?” Ari nudged your shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manner.

You puffed your cheeks and nodded. “Do you have any documents, though, to turn in?”

“No, I turned in everything yesterday after you two left,” Eunji answered, glancing down at her computer before looking at you. “Yup, he asks for you right now.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

You turned around and left, heading towards the elevator. Doing the usual routine, you walked towards Mr. Park’s assistant, smiling at her.

“Good morning, Binna,” you greeted, having read her name by her desk. “I’m here to see Mr. Park.”

“Good morning, y/n,” she smiled back at you, “and go ahead. He’s already waiting for you. He’s joined, though, by Mr. Jeon and both Mr. Kim’s. Thought I’d let you prepare.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the added names and mentally screamed at yourself to not be too awkward. You wouldn’t be able to sleep if you did anything embarrassing.

“Thank you, Binna,” you bowed and left, heading towards the door of the office and opened it, poking your head in to make sure who you were going to be facing. “Um, Mr. Park?”

A head perked at your voice and the others turned to look at you, staring you down as you stepped forward.

“Y/n!” Jimin smiled at you. “Now, you know why I called you up here, right?” You nodded. “Mmm, good. So, let me see your arms.” You extended your arms and he eyed them, tracing the skin with his ring-clad fingers. “By the way, this is Namjoon,” said man smiled a little at you and bowed his head, “and Taehyung.”

Taehyung simply waved before placing his hands on his thighs, leaning back against the couch. Jungkook curtly nodded his head when you looked at him, continuing to read the documents he was staring at.

“Hello,” you smiled at them.

Namjoon eyed you and the way the blouse hugged your curves. But, Jimin was right. Your eyes, he noticed those first. Though it wasn’t a big deal, it was nice to see someone look at them like they’re normal human beings.

“Okay, you’re all set,” Jimin nodded at you, his hands lingering on your forearms. “Come see me at the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed out, feeling nervous at the intense stare down both Namjoon and Taehyung were giving you. You could feel the way their eyes burned holes into your body and you could see that they wouldn’t look away. “Um, is there anything else?”

“Nope,” Jimin shook his head. “We’re all set for today. Just send up some documents later on. Eunji already knows.”

“Okay,” you nodded. You slightly puffed your cheeks as you glanced at each one of your bosses. “It was nice to meet you two.”

“Likewise.”

You cleared your throat and walked away, immediately hurrying up so you could get out of the hot room that was suffocating you little by little.

You closed the door behind you and walked away towards the elevator, waving at Binna one last time before the doors closed.

As you made it to your floor, Ari was already waiting for you, a smile on her face.

“So?” She questioned, wrapping her arm around yours as she led you towards your desk. “How was it?”

“I met two of our other bosses,” you answered. “They were very attractive but, they made me so nervous. They just kept staring at me.”

“Because you’re beautiful, duh,” Ari commented. “Look, just be careful okay? I heard a couple of… rumors that they might be involved with the wrong crowd. I wouldn’t have cared but, it seems that Mr. Park has taken a liking to you.”

“Yeah, I’ll be careful,” you smiled reassuringly at your friend. “But, hopefully they’re just rumors.”

As the day continued, lunch arrived rather quickly surprisingly. You and Ari were in the lunch room, eating the food Ari’s mother had made you both.

“You should get a cat,” Ari started. “I would definitely go to your house even more if you had a cat.”

“Wow, not even for me?” You gasped dramatically, holding onto your chest. “That’s fucked up. I do nothing but love you.”

Ari snorted. “Shut up.” You chuckled and continued eating as you listened to her. “You give me cat person vibes so, you should definitely get one.”

“I would want to,” you said, “but, I can’t have pets in my apartment. The owner is allergic to every kind of animal so, he’ll sneeze from a mile away.”

“Fuck him!” Ari exclaimed, causing other workers to glance at you out of annoyance. “We’ll keep the cat hidden and when he does a house check, I’ll take her away.”

“We?” You questioned her voice of words, smiling a little at her. “But, I’ll think about it. Having a pet wouldn’t be bad.”

“I’m telling you,” Ari said, standing up as she had finished her food. You followed quickly behind, your tray in one hand and a drink on the other. “Get a cat and name it after Mr. Park.”

You giggled at her choice of words before you were blocked by two people.

“Oh, God,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you stared at Iseul and Minjun. “What do you two want?”

“Back away from Jimin and Jungkook,” Iseul glared at you. “They don’t care about you so, stop being weird and leave them alone.”

“Okay?” You confusedly questioned before Ari stood by your side. “They’re not yours so I don’t see why I have to “back away” from them.”

Iseul stepped closer. “Stay away from them, you fat bitch. You’re not pretty, you’re not anything. Everyone here hates you and I can’t wait until Jimin and Jungkook see the whale that you are.”

You would normally cower away from her words but lately, you have just gotten annoyed at the way she spoke.

“You bullying me is very elementary school of you, Iseul,” you commented. “It’s embarrassing of you thinking that you can easily insult the way I look and I’ll automatically be on my knees begging to look like you.”

“Minjun, stop being Iseul’s little bitch, yeah?” Ari sarcastically smiled at the man and he stepped forward, too.

“Shut the fuck up, Ari,” Minjun glared at her.

Ari shrugged. “You know I’m right.”

Minjun headed towards you, grabbing your arm tightly. “You and your bitch friend need to shut up. Iseul is right. Our bosses do not give a shit about you so stop acting like they do. No one would ever see you as anything but a whale trying to fit into clothes that don’t fit her.”

Every co-worker there laughed at his words and you simply stared at him, knowing that the bruise he would leave on your skin would be an issue later on.

Ari deviously smiled at the way Minjun left his finger marks behind on your skin. Surely now, he would be fired for harassing you.

“Now, you pig,” Iseul smiled at you, “stay away from them. They want me. I’m to be their future wife and my mom is making sure I am. Before you know it, I’ll be your boss.”

She and her minion walked away, leaving you to look at the skin of your arm, watching it turn red.

“Mr. Park is not going to like that,” Ari commented, shaking her head. You two walked away from the lunch room. “Sometimes, I want to punch that stupid mouth of hers. She’s so delusional.”

“It hurts much more this time,” you whined, resting your head on her shoulder. “Kiss it better, Ari.”

“Stop,” Ari chuckled and waved you off, making you laugh with her. “But hey, don’t listen to her. You’re not a whale or a pig and your body looks hot as hell in the clothes you wear.”

You smiled at your friend’s words. “Thank you, Ari. It fucking hurt a lot. Does it look bad?”

“Yep,” Ari nodded, inspecting the new wound. “Shit, you’re even bleeding a little. Mr. Park won’t like that, you know?”

“I know,” you breathed out before shaking your head. “He’s gonna want me to tell him. I can’t…”

“Look, don’t be afraid of Iseul,” Ari tried her best to reassure you. “She doesn’t give a crap about Minjun so, just snitch on him.”

“I can’t just snitch on him,” you told her. “If he gets fired, everyone will know it’s me and then the bullying will get worse. I’m already drained from all of the harassment now, I can’t imagine later on when everyone realizes that I snitched on one of their own, as stupid as that sounds.”

“Hey, if it gets worse, I’m being serious by the way,” she grabbed your shoulder and shook it gently, “tell Mr. Park. You know he already has your back.”

“Yeah, until he realizes that Iseul is the one doing this to me,” you stressed out. “Iseul’s mother is friends with them. It’s scary.”

“Well, she claims they are,” Ari rolled her eyes at the mention of the girl. “We don’t know they’re relationship but, Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon didn’t seem entirely thrilled when she interrupted them when they were with you.”

“Hmm…” You thought about it before slowly nodding your head. “Yeah, I should test the water first. I should briefly mention Iseul to Mr. Park.”

“You should,” Ari nodded, drinking from her water bottle. “Just try to see what their relationship is like. If you get that feeling that they’re friends, don’t say anything yet. Let them catch her in the act.”

“You’re right.”

As the day went on, it was finally time for you to face Mr. Park in his office.

You did the usual routine: heading towards the elevator, pressing the button where Mr. Park’s office was at, waiting anxiously, greeting Binna, and standing in front of the door nervously.

You went in and saw him looking down at his watch before his head snapped towards hearing you open the door. You smiled a little at him.

“I was waiting for you,” he chuckled a little, stepping forward until he was right in front of you. He grabbed your arm, the one that Minjun didn’t hurt, and you felt the way his fingers gave you shivers. They were so cold.

“You shouldn’t be waiting for me,” you told him. He looked at you under his lashes before smirking.

“And I won’t listen to you,” he said, grabbing the other arm. His smirk immediately disappeared as soon as he eyed the finger marks, the ones that been bleeding again after you cleaned them. “Who did this?”

“Look,” you started, not looking into his eyes, “I appreciate your concern but, it will get worse if you do fire that person…”

“Is there a group of people who are harassing you?” He arched an eyebrow at you, his face so serious it scared you. You tentatively nodded. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. I don’t tolerate bullying or harassment in my company, especially my division. If you don’t tell me who it is, I will tell Namjoon.”

You gulped. You knew Namjoon and your other boss, Jin, were the main bosses. Yes, there were the other 5, but they had much more control and superiority over every worker since they were much more serious. Namjoon took care of the company well and the workers, and Jin had the idea of creating BTS Inc. which then expanded to an idea helped by the others.

“Fine,” you breathed out, not wanting the issue to get any bigger. You sighed, closing your eyes, before opening them to make eye contact with Jimin. “It’s Minjun.”

“Mmm, that asshole,” Jimin chuckled lowly before pressing on the phone by his computer. He tapped some buttons before it rang and Binna’s voice was heard. “Call security and tell them to go to Eunji’s floor. Then, call Eunji and tell her that she needs to let Minjun know he’s fired.”

“Yes, sir.”

He hangs up and you look at him nervously. He sighed at the way you played with your fingers and he grabbed your hand, making you sit on his chair even though there were others.

He grabbed the same box he had grabbed the first day you met him, taking out a wipe to wipe away any remaining blood on the wound. You scrunched your nose in pain and watched him place a bandaid on it. The Barbie one.

“Can I ask you something?” He hummed in response, staring at you. “Are you and Mr. Jeon friends with Iseul?”

Jimin made a thinking face before shrugging. “She’s… the daughter of someone we know. Her step-dad is one of our great friends, she just… associates herself with us since she’s seen us so many times. Why?”

“I was just curious,” you shrugged next. “Especially since she approached you and Mr.-”

“Just call him Jungkook, flower,” he chuckled at your words, smirking in satisfaction as he heard the way your breath hitched at hearing the name he gave you. “What? You like that name?”

You cleared your throat softly and ignored the way your body warmed up at the name. “Um, but yeah, I was just asking since she approached you two.”

“Mmm,” he grabbed a chair and placed it beside you, taking off his blazer. “Well… I can’t say much but, Iseul just associates herself with us when we don’t want to… associate with her, you know?”

“Yeah, I get you,” you smiled a little at him and he smiled at you, too, his head tilted to the side a bit. “I’m sorry for asking. It’s none of my business.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind answering,” Jimin leaned back. “Iseul is not exactly one… for this type of work, but her dad wanted her to experience hard work and to be paid, and he asked a favor. I just wish she tried at least, to put in the hard work. But, are you friends with her?”

“No?” you squinted your eyes at him, making him raise an eyebrow at the way you sounded unsure with your own answer. “Complicated.”

“Listen, if she’s doing anything to you, you tell me, okay?” He grabbed your hand and you looked at your hands, feeling the coldness of his fingers and rings. “Her father might be a friend of mine but I won’t hesitate to step my foot in if she’s doing anything damaging.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

He smiled at you as if you two have been friends for years.

“I’ll let you go,” he whispered in a way that if he spoke any louder, he would give away any shared secrets. “I’ll expect the same routine tomorrow, okay? I’m checking your arms again.”

You nodded. “I’ll be able to do that. In the meantime, as much as I love the Barbie bandaids, get new ones, please, Mr. Park.”

“Y/n,” he gave you a playful look, “call me Jimin, and I’ll buy you new ones since you asked so nicely.”

You smiled at him and stood up from his chair, turning to leave. He grabbed your wrist before you walked any further.

“Yes?” You turned to face him.

“Have you ate?” He asked and you hummed, nodding.

“My friend Ari makes me eat so I ate lunch, don’t worry,” you reassured him, confused as to why he was asking.

“She makes you?” He raised both eyebrows, almost as if scolding you. You sheepishly smiled. “You better start eating well, flower, I can’t have you fainting on me.”

You wondered if he heard the way your heart sped up, hammering against your chest rather quickly at the way he called you flower. Was this even appropriate? You just enjoyed the moment. You’ll ask Eunji and Ari later.

“Yes, Mr.—” His lips opened, about to correct you again but you immediately caught on to your mistake. “Yes, Jimin…”

“Much better,” he smiled. “You can go now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Jimin.”

“See you, flower.”

Combined Beings (iv)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Do I really have to wear this one?”

You eyed the new bandaid on your arm, a camouflaged pattern that alerted you Jimin simply chose it to tease you. He eyed you with a smirk and chuckled before taking another box out of the drawer of his desk.

“No,” he answered. He showed you the Hello Kitty bandaids. “I got you these. These suit you much better.”

“I mean, I don’t mind the camouflaged ones,” you shrugged, feeling bad at the way you reacted at seeing it. Jimin hummed and leaned against his desk.

“Mmm, I don’t like them,” he said. “I only want the best for you.” He smiled at you before grabbing the box of the camouflaged bandaids. “I’ll just give these to Iseul.”

You arched an eyebrow at him and he snickered. “You’re so mean.”

“Hey, she’s just as mean,” he admitted. “Look, you think I don’t know but I do. I just can’t do much since we don’t have evidence of her hurting you specifically.”

“What if she hurt another person…?” Your eyes wandered as you thought about Ari and the way Iseul grabbed her arm.

“I can take it to Namjoon,” Jimin thought about it. “We can work something along there as soon as we see what she has done. I’m just not excited to deal with her mother.”

“Ah,” you nodded at his words, “yeah, I heard she’s… a lot to handle. I don’t want to assume, though, based on rumors since I don’t know her.”

“You are so adorable,” Jimin pinched your face and you immediately tried to get away from his hold. He chuckled at your flustered state. “It’s okay to assume on rumors as long as you don’t let it affect the way you treat that person, you know? But, I can confirm she is a lot to handle.”

“How so?” You frowned, tilting your head to the side as you looked at the man.

“Iseul was mostly raised by her mother,” Jimin explained. “The two have a lot in common and Iseul never had anyone to correct her wrongs so she thinks that her mother’s ways and methods are the way to go.”

“Oh,” you let out. Of course, Iseul would have a terrible mother, too. Ari really scored having an amazing mother. “I feel bad for Iseul.”

“As much as I want to tell you that you should,” Jimin started before shaking his head, “don’t. She got told so many times by her therapist, by us, by her friends, her step-father, that her mother isn’t someone to trust.”

“Yeah, but she’s used to the only parental figure that’s been apart of her life since she was born,” you tried to reason. “Iseul would disagree. She doesn’t want to hear that someone she’s looked up to is not who they say they are. I would completely ignore everyone, too.”

“She bullies you and humiliated you yet you try to understand her life,” Jimin breathed out, staring at you from under his eyelashes. You waved him off. “As someone who personally knows her and her family, she’s done much worse than what she does to you here. Don’t excuse her actions, okay?”

You exhaled through your nose and nodded slowly. “Okay…” He hummed. “But, wait, you guys let her into this company even though you knew she has done so much worse than… bully people?”

“She’s a manipulator,” Jimin started, standing in front of you. “You see, we owed her father and giving her a job here was enough. But, she is just… a lot. She messes with your mind a bit.”

“That is totally not scary…” you internally shivered and he placed a hand on your forearm, his thumb rubbing itself over the bandaid.

“We won’t let her hurt you or anyone,” he promised, his eyes staring deep into you. “That’s why we need evidence of her hurting you or anyone so, we have an excuse to kick her out.”

“I’ll try to see what I can do,” you frowned, sighing. He smiled a bit at your expression and you jumped when the door opened. Jimin didn’t react but simply took a step back.

You two turned to look at who came and three men were standing there, staring back just as intensely. You gulped.

“Who is this?” One of them spoke and Jimin’s hands went into his pockets. He let out a sigh and he turned to look at you.

“You can go now,” he softly spoke to you, his eyes glancing at your figure back to the three men. You nodded and excused yourself, walking out of the office. The three men moved away and one kept glaring at you, closing the door behind you. “What are you three doing here?”

“Well, we sent you a message.”

“Who was that?” Jimin looked at the eyes of his partner and rolled his eyes at the tone he used.

“It was no one, Jin,” he answered, clearly not wanting to give away too much information about you. He knew Jin would immediately tried to fire you if Jimin, or if any one of them, tried to start something with you romantically.

“Is that the girl Taehyung was talking about?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, draping his jacket over the couch. Jimin eyed the apparent wound on this arm, the blood coming out of the cut that was so small but deep.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jimin cleared his throat, sitting back down on his chair.

“Mmm, sure,” Yoongi sarcastically let out, watching as Hoseok grabbed the medical aid box Jimin had brought out for you. “She’s exactly how Taehyung described her.”

“Taehyung forgets if he wore the same socks as the day before,” Jimin talked back and Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the way he spoke. “Look, she’s just a friend. I can’t say anything to any of you because someone,” he glanced at Jin, “will fire them.”

“I’m saving us all from being hurt,” Jin replied, giving Jimin a deadpanned expression. “You end up choosing wrong partners for us.”

“I am not choosing anyone for us,” Jimin argued back, soft enough that their voices won’t reach Binna outside. “I chose a friend. If she ends up as someone I romantically like, you all have to at least talk to her and get to know her. Even you.”

“I will never like her,” Jin glared at him, shaking his head before leaving.

Jimin sighed and looked at the others who were grabbing onto the Barbie bandaids that belonged to you. Yoongi and Hoseok stared at him.

“I’m pretty sure you like her already if you bought her these,” Hobi grabbed the bandaids between his fingers. “You don’t even get us bandaids and we live with you and we’ve kissed you 24/7.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking,” Jimin tried waving off again but the two stood up and went towards him. He eyed them both. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Hoseok smirked and he stepped back, hands up in mock surrender. “I think I should go flirt with her, or maybe, you know, I should set her up with one of the guys that work for us.”

“Leave her alone,” Jimin breathed out, his eyes burning holes into their bodies. They could only chuckle at his obvious jealousy.

They could never feel jealous at Jimin obviously liking another person that wasn’t neither of the 6. After all, all 7 of them had a deeper connection than anyone so they wouldn’t mind.

“I’d like to meet her,” Yoongi mumbled, his gaze dropping to his arm as he placed a bandaid on the wounded skin. “Hey, now she and I have matching bandaids.”

“These are ugly,” Hoseok scrunched his nose out of the disgust as soon as he eyed the camouflaged ones you had disliked, too. “What made you think these would be nice to buy?”

“It was supposed to be as a joke,” Jimin glanced at them and then back at the iPad he had switched to using. “Shut up, don’t look at me like that.”

“Can we meet her?” Hoseok sat on the chair in front of Jimin, pouting in a way that he knew he would give in. Jimin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fine,” he said. “She comes later in the afternoon. Come around later by then, she’ll come by.”

“Wow, you two have some type of schedule?” Yoongi asked, his lips tilting up to a smirk.

“She gets harassed by the workers in my division,” Jimin explained, placing his iPad on the desk. He clasped his hands together. “Iseul is the cause of it.”

“Iseul Kim?” Yoongi questioned and Jimin nodded. “I forgot she works here. She’s been bothering the workers in my division. I have been watching her every time I come down here but no one is coming forward. I can’t make a proper statement to have her removed if no one speaks of the bullying.”

“She’s rich, what do you expect?” Hoseok asked, staring at them both. “She probably uses us as an excuse for her actions so, that probably scares the workers.”

“What if we kill her?” Jimin suggested and the older men gave him looks that made him raise his hands mid-air. “Hey, I’m just asking. No one would suspect us.”

“Her father would know,” Yoongi pointed out and Jimin groaned, rubbing his face with his ring-clad fingers. “Listen, when she comes over, talk to her more. I’ll try to talk to Jin. You know how much this affects him.”

“I know,” Jimin breathed out. “I’ll try to apologize and talk to him when I get back home.”

“You better.”

It wasn’t long before the day had ended and you were already heading towards the floor Jimin was at.

Ari and Eunji were to be waiting for you in the main lobby, the three of you going out to eat to celebrate you and the friendship you have created with the boss no one had even gotten the chance to talk to.

“I’ll miss you, Binna,” you told the woman, having been told the news that she was to have her maternity leave, meaning you won’t be able to chat with her every time you came up. “Who am I going to talk to about what happens in there?”

She chuckled. “I’ll miss you just as much, y/n, and don’t worry, I’m sure the person who will be in my place won’t be… bad. Hopefully not.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you sighed, shaking your head before you hugged her as best as you could since her bump stood between you two. “Have a safe birth. I wish you nothing but happiness and good health to you and the baby.”

“Thank you, y/n! And please don’t lose your mind with Mr. Park or any of them. I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them appear.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Waving one last time, you walked into Jimin’s office, closing the door behind you.

Automatically, he walked towards you when you came inside, his fingers running themselves over the band-aid and the bruises.

“Did you speak to Binna?” He asked you, glancing up at you before nodding his head, slowly dropping your arms. You nodded your head, giving him an answer.

“Yeah, I told her how much I’d miss her and she told me not to lose my mind being with you and meeting the others,” you chuckled a bit, ignoring his playful glare.

“I think we’re pretty fun,” you jumped at hearing the new voice and looked over your shoulder. You came upon the figures of the two men you had seen in the morning sitting on the couch, staring at you with such amusement.

You chuckled nervously, glaring at the way Jimin was now snorting at you, clearly making fun of you.

“Um, yeah,” you scratched your arm nervously, “I believe that it’s just, you know, I don’t know any of you other than Jimin.”

“Jimin?” One of them spoke, questioning the name since Jimin was your boss.

“Mr. Park, I’m sorry,” you immediately corrected. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your names.”

“Just call them Yoongi and Hoseok,” Jimin pointed out who was who, but you cleared your throat a little and nudged him. He looked down at you and leaned a little, knowing too much about your nervous and shy habits. “Yes?”

“I prefer calling them by their last names,” you mumbled into his ear.

“Yoongi, Mr. Min,” you nodded at his words, “and Hoseok, Mr. Jung. Got it?” You nodded yet again. He smiled before straightening his posture. “This is y/n, she’s a worker in my division.”

“Oh, you’re not a supervisor?” Hoseok questioned you. You shook your head. “I figured that’s why Jimin let you in so easily into his office.”

“No, I just came here one day because my supervisor had to leave early so I did her a favor for drop off her work,” you cleared it up, pursing your lips. “Um, but,

I’ll take my leave if that’s what you want. I don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind because you felt awkward under their stares. Especially from Mr. Min who was glaring at you, though there was a sense of a smile on his lips. It was very confusing.

“No, stay,” he spoke before gesturing towards the couch in front of them. You tentatively moved towards the couch, Jimin following behind. You made sure though, to keep your eye on the time to make sure you didn’t keep your friends waiting downstairs. “So, what do you work on?”

“I mostly work with both numbers and writing,” you replied, playing with your fingers. “I check the statistics and make sure no numbers are out of place. If I don’t feel like doing numbers, I just simply write down the observations on certain products that are of no use and whose numbers are decreasing.”

“I could never work with numbers,” Yoongi shook his head, listening to every word that escaped your mouth. “That’s why I work on the division with sending letters, books, CD covers, anything with writing instead of math or science.”

“He’s just lacking in that sense, you know?” Jimin’s shoulder hit yours as he nudged you, teasing the older man. Yoongi flipped him off. “Hey, hey, I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“I hope we’re not keeping you for too long,” Hoseok glanced at you. “You seem like you have somewhere to be since you keep glancing at the time.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude,” you bowed your head to them, “I just have my friends waiting for me in the lobby. I don’t want to leave them hanging for too long.”

“Eunji and Ari, right?” Jimin asked and you nodded in response. He grabbed his blazer. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the main lobby so you won’t get scolded or harassed.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” Hoseok shook his head. He looked at you. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been experiencing. Please try to get evidence based on what you or other workers have been experiencing. It is necessary for us, the public, and those affected.”

“Of course,” you said. Jimin led you towards the door, opening it and you turned to look at the two, eyeing their beautiful features. “It was nice to meet you two.”

“It was nice to meet you, y/n,” Hoseok smiled a bit at you before you walked away, already noting that Yoongi wouldn’t look your way since he was staring at his wound.

With one last wave, you and Jimin headed towards the elevator, noting that Binna had already left.

“They were nice,” you told Jimin in order to break the silence. “I was told that Yoongi would be very intimidating but, he seemed very nice.”

Jimin let out a small chuckle, his hands behind his back as you two watched the number on the elevator decrease.

“If I tell him that, he’ll get more intimidating,” he breathed out. “Yoongi is very… cold in his sense to not let anyone in other than us. He’s nice but, he has his moments. He’s a nice guy, though. He makes amazing breakfast in bed.”

“Oh, are you two dating?” You looked up at him curiously. He hid his smile. “You don’t have to tell me, by the way. You’re my boss and it’s not my business.”

“Flower,” you froze at the nickname, “I thought it was obvious I’m dating all six of them. We don’t hide it from the public or the media.”

“I don’t really look you all up that’s why,” you defended yourself. You could hear him laughing silently, his shoulders moving up and down. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed even more at your whine, finding the situation funny and the way you innocently asked him if he was dating Yoongi. It wouldn’t be funny to others, but the way you didn’t know he was dating your other 6 bosses, well, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He was pretty sure everyone in the company knew about it.

“This is why you’re my favorite employee,” Jimin laughed out before wiping at his eyes, getting rid of the tears that were threatening to escape. “Oh, God. You made my day.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you hid your face. Of course they were dating. It was obvious and the way they held hands whenever one would come in. You just didn’t think much of it.

Much to your liking, the doors to the elevator opened and you two came out of it, heading towards the figures waiting for you.

“Here she is,” Jimin spoke up, his cheeks flushed from laughing so hard. He turned to look at you. “Be safe. Don’t forget tomorrow you have to come in again. I’ll buy you more band-aids.”

“Jimin, I’m fine,” you waved him, ignoring the way Ari and Eunji glanced between the two of you. “Stop wasting money on me. We have enough band-aids.”

“There is never enough,” he smiled and waved at the other two women. He laughed one more time at you and turned around towards the elevator. Before the doors closed, he waved at you. “Bye, flower.”

The doors closed shut and you turned to look at your friends who were staring at you with their mouths and eyed wide opened.

“Did he just call you flower?” Eunji asked, pointing towards the elevator where Jimin was at.

“He just called you flower,” Ari breathed out softly, processing the news in her head. You shook your head and grabbed their shoulders, leading them out of the building. They were still in shock.

“He just called her flower.”

“He just called her flower!”

Combined Beings (v)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

So he calls you flower? I call that him being in love with you.”

You sighed at Ari’s words and shook your head. “Yeah, right.” You stuck the fork of food in your mouth, thinking about Jimin’s words. “Hey, did you know that he and the other bosses are dating?”

Ari and Eunji glanced at one another before turning to look at you with raised eyebrows. You gulped your food and mouthed a small ‘what?’, intimidated by their expressions.

“Y/n, it’s well known,” Ari answered, chuckling under her breath. “They are seen holding hands, together in every event, kissing, whatever. Their relationship is not so… hidden. It’s no secret.”

“I feel like I should keep up since all of you, except me, knew about that,” you breathed out, thanking the waiter for the quick refill they brought you. “I don’t know, it’s so… questionable why out of everyone, Mr. Park chose to talk to me.”

“You’re kind, y/n,” Eunji started. “You have a kind heart, it’s no surprise to me or to Ari. I think him forming a friendship with you and feeling so comfortable is nice. He and the others tend to… self-isolate themselves and aren’t as kind as they were to you.”

“I agree,” Ari nodded her head rapidly. “My cousin met them once and they just watched as she fell on her own. They literally walked past her. She was made fun of.”

“Poor her,” you winced at feeling the second-hand embarrassment, visualizing the situation. “Is she doing okay now?”

“Yeah, she’s fine now,” Ari replied, “after deleting all her social media. She was ridiculed.”

“There was a rumor, well, not exactly a rumor but,” Eunji immediately let out, remembering the situation that had happened. You and Ari stared at her as she continued, “supposedly, they got into a relationship with an older worker, but the worker left them for another person. She was fired from our division.”

“She was a worker in our division?” You gaped at your supervisor, shocked at the revelation. “I didn’t know that.”

“Me neither,” Ari said.

“It’s just within the supervisors,” Eunji explained, just as interested in the rumor as if she’s just hearing about it. “But, that’s why the bosses stopped interacting with us all and why supervisors are the only ones allowed to take up the documents.”

“How did that rumor even come to existence?”

“Well, Hana, the supervisor of the first division,” you three leaned in closer, “she noted that one of my workers was always seen in Mr. Jeon’s office. I got worried because I have never sent her up there but, I figured she had a complaint or just… something. I tried justifying her actions. I started noticing her slacking on work, getting to work late, and I told her she needed to stop getting her personal life get in the way of her work. Well, I got a complaint and I went to Mr. Kim, the eldest one, and he just told me not to get into their workers life.”

“What a jerk,” Ari scoffed, “and she’s such a bitch! You didn’t even do anything.”

“I thought so, too!” Eunji exclaimed, her head shaking side to side. “But, Mr. Kim thought I was getting into the employee’s lives. I was simply telling her to separate her personal and professional issues from one another because she wasn’t doing any work. At all.”

“It seems like this wasn’t even a rumor,” Ari frowned, processing the news just like you were. “What happened next?”

“I almost got fired but, Mr. Park came in and said they needed to talk so, I had to leave,” Eunji continued. “After that day, she was fired and in an hour, her desk was gone and no trace of her.”

“Do you think she had a thing with them?” You asked, your chin resting on your propped up arms.

“Definitely,” Eunji nodded, taking a sip of her beverage. “It wasn’t unusual and she and I were the only ones who knew what I had said. I never told any other worker what I told her or butt into their lives because they all did their work.”

“Was she there when we first joined?”

“No,” Eunji responded, “she was there a couple months prior to you two. As soon as I hired you, she was already gone.” She turned to look at you. “If anything is to happen between you and them all, don’t lose yourself like she did. I’m your friend, yes, but don’t start giving up on everything else because of your relationship.”

You chuckled at your friend’s words. “I will never, Eunji. But don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

“Mhm, sure, flower,” you playfully rolled your eyes at hearing Ari’s teasing tone. “I still find that name cute. But, hey, how were the other bosses?”

“Oh, God,” you breathed out, exhaling from your mouth. “They’re all so… ethereal. Literally.” Your friends laughed at you. “I’m not even kidding. I met all of them, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi. I haven’t meet the other one.”

“Ah, Jin,” Eunji commented. “Yeah, he doesn’t show his face a lot. He’s the scariest out of all of them in my opinion. Probably has to do with him being the eldest.”

“Well, I met him and such but he wasn’t… entirely too happy to see me with Jimin,” you explained, recounting what had happened. “I didn’t exactly think much of it. I thought maybe he was just trying to be professional or something.”

“Yeah, or something,” Eunji gulped down the rest of the food before leaning back against her chai, thinking. “Does Mr. Park know about Iseul?”

“He wants to catch her in the act,” you answered. “I told him about Ari and we took pictures of her wound but, we didn’t catch her doing it.”

“And whoever saw is afraid of her so, no witnesses,” Ari shook her head out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t believe in violence—”

“Yes you do.”

“—but, I want to punch her.”

“I think half of us want to do that,” Eunji agreed, letting a sigh escape her lips. “But, in the meantime, let’s hope that she doesn’t bother us as much. Her mom already called me saying she’ll have me fired, I can’t do much.”

“Her mom needs to mind her own business,” Ari huffed, clearly just as irritated as you at hearing the news. “At her old age and she’s staring drama because her daughter is rude.”

“Let’s just hope she gets caught.”

After dinner with your friends, you headed home, not too excited to go to work tomorrow. You also thought about getting a pet, it was getting lonely coming back to your apartment with no one eager to greet you.

But as you wandered to sleep after a long shower, you could only think about Jimin’s face and the way he would get close to you.

Heading to work, you immediately sat on your chair by your desk, avoiding Iseul as best as you could. You ignored the other group of men and women whispering amongst themselves, glancing at you while they laughed.

Now, you looked down at your clothes and judged yourself even more.

“Y/n,” Eunji headed towards. “Mr. Park called me. He said you didn’t go up like you usually do.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

You did your usual routine going up and the elevators opened to reveal a young woman by Binna’s desk, saddening you that your new friend has now gone on maternity leave.

“Yes?” The woman asked you, looking you up and down and you wondered if the outfit you wore (a black blouse, with black high waisted trousers, heels, and a belt) was a bad decision.

“I’m here to see Mr. Park,” you told her, watching as she typed away on the computer before glancing at you and looking at the screen.

“I don’t see him having something planned right now,” she said. “I’m sorry but if there’s nothing that indicates Mr. Park has an appointment with you then I can’t see you let him.”

You nodded out of understanding. “Can’t you call him and ask him?” She made a very fake pity expression, her eyebrows furrowing as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you making another appointment,” she smiled at you and you sighed, nodding. You can deal with not seeing him for a day.

“Okay then, just let him—”

“Y/n.”

You looked to the side and saw Jungkook coming out of Jimin’s office, putting on his blazer over the black button up he had on.

“Mr. Jeon,” you bowed to him and he did the same, his eyes raking themselves over your body figure and the way you looked so beautiful. “Uh, can you let Jimin know I’ll see him when he writes me down?”

“You don’t need an appointment,” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows before glaring at the new worker. “Y/n is allowed to walk in.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Um, thank you, though,” you thanked her as Jungkook turned around, the glare the new assistant had thrown at you only seen by you. You shook your head. People really didn’t like you.

“There you are.”

You looked up to see Jimin sighing in relief at the sight of you, thanking Jungkook who had opened the door for you.

“Sorry, I forgot that I needed to come here,” you softly defended yourself. “But, I’m here now.”

“Let your assistant know that she doesn’t need an appointment to see you,” Jungkook said with his usual deadpanned expression. “If I wouldn’t have come out, you wouldn’t have seen her in days.”

“I’ll let her know,” Jimin nodded before he watched Jungkook make way to the couch, even though he had been told by the man that he was to leave because of a meeting. He sighed and turned to look at you, his fingers finding their usual place to your arms.

He raised your sleeves, the cool feeling of his rings against your skin sending shivers down your arms, raising goosebumps. He chuckled at seeing the effect.

“Has Iseul been bothering you?” Jungkook spoke from his space, not glancing at you in any way. Jimin stared at you, clearly just as interested.

“Well, it’s only the beginning of the day,” you shrugged, flinching a little when Jimin peeled off the new bandaid you had put on. You had accidentally scabbed at the wound and it started to bleed when you had been brushing your teeth.

“Did you pick at it?” He asked, scoffing under his breath as he looked back at you. You puffed your cheeks and shook your head, clearly lying. “Flower, I don’t tolerate lying.”

“Flower?” Jungkook’s head perked up at the nickname. Jimin rolled his eyes. “Hmm, that name suits you.”

“I know, I came up with it,” Jimin said, not looking at the youngest and you looked back and forth between them, watching Jimin place a new bandaid on top of the wound.

“Not you, Jimin,” you looked at Jungkook as he stared at you before looking away, clearing his throat. You watched as he took off his blazer, raising up the sleeves of his button up and then did you realize you were matching with him. Well, with he and Jimin.

“Oh, by the way,” Jimin started, taking a step back to sit on the edge of his desk, “Yoongi and Taehyung invited you to have lunch with them.”

You looked down at your bandaid, believing that Jimin had been talking to Jungkook. But Jungkook calling out for you made you make eye-contact with Jimin, who had an eyebrow raised.

“With me?” You frowned, pointing to yourself. Jimin chuckled.

“They both want to get to know you,” he explained, a smile spreading on his lips. “They told me so yesterday.”

They, in fact, did tell him yesterday.

It was late at night, around 3:33 AM. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin were in the metallic basement of theirs, two men sitting in front of them, beaten down.

“Hey,” Taehyung punched a man on the face, “do you think you can tell Y/n if it’s okay that she has lunch with me? I want to get to know her.”

“If she wants,” Jimin nodded. “I have to ask her but she’s very shy so, I might come with you.”

“I want to go, too,” Yoongi piped in after beating up the other man to a pulp, his face unrecognizable after he got punched and kicked repeatedly. “Free food and all.”

Jimin and Taehyung glanced at one another before Jimin squinted his eyes at the older man, nodding slowly. “Uhuh… whatever you say.”

So after that talk, Jimin knew that you would either say no or yes because you felt like you had to. He knew how nervous you get.

“Um, I don’t know them that well,” your brows furrowed together. “I feel nervous.”

“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” Jimin reassured you, his hand grabbing yours. Jungkook watched you. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But expect Taehyung to bother you about it during work.”

“Uh, never mind, I’ll go if you’re there,” you smiled a bit awkwardly before turning to look at Jungkook. “Will you join as well?”

The way your eyes looked at him made his stomach flutter and his fingers itched to squish your cheeks. He blamed it on Jimin for always talking about you.

“If it’s tomorrow, I can’t,” Jungkook replied, staring at his watch. “I have a meeting soon and then tomorrow… I’m packed until the afternoon.”

“That sucks,” you mumbled, trying hard to look away from his tattooed arm. You did so after a while, ignoring Jimin’s smirk while Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to spread on his lips. “I’m sure the guys will save you food.”

“We’ll just change it to dinner,” Jimin spoke up. “It will be better for you,” he stared right at you, “to not worry about coming back from work late. Eunji will have my ass if I have one of her workers come back late.”

You thought back about what Eunji had mentioned yesterday. The woman that had been seeing them.

“If it’s for dinner, I’m down to go,” Jungkook shrugged. “I’m done by the time everyone leaves.”

“Then it’s set, tomorrow, when you come up here, we’ll leave from then. Is that okay?” Jimin now made sure his attention was on you, thinking that if he hadn’t, you would’ve believed the question wasn’t aimed at you. You nodded. “On the other hand, come back later. If Iseul is causing issues, have a witness and I’ll make sure that it’s enough to have her out, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed out before looking at the time on the clock. “Crap, I’m late. It’s your fault.”

“I’m pretty much innocent here,” Jimin raised his hand and you softly glared at him, turning around to leave in a hurry. You hurried towards the elevator, immediately pressing on the button to your work floor, scolding yourself for taking too long.

Making it to the floor, you hurried towards Eunji.

“I am not to blame for my lateness,” you rushed out. She looked at you. “Blame Jimin. It’s his fault.”

She chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll call him and scold him.”

Combined Beings (vi)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Okay, be safe and turn on your location so I can see where you’re at, just in case they’re not who they say they are.”

You chuckled at Ari’s worry, watching her as she placed a hand on her hip, squinting her eyes at you. You sighed.

“My location is already shared with you,” you reassured her with a small smile etched on your face. She nodded and pressed the button for you on the elevator. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“And if they try anything, call us and we’ll be there immediately,” Eunji sternly spoke, causing you to nod at their words. “And we mean it. We’re excited for you to eat lunch with them but it’s also important for you to be aware of any danger, okay?”

“Okay,” you etched on a serious frown on your face, pursing your lips to seem even more serious. They slapped your arms and you laughed. “Okay, okay, I know. I’ll keep you guys updated about anything, okay? Don’t worry.”

“You better.”

The elevator doors opened and you went in, waving enthusiastically at your friends who waved back with the same energy as you. You got out of the elevator at getting to Jimin’s floor, walking out towards his office while curtly waving at his assistant who looked not too happy to see you.

You walked into Jimin’s office, coming to see his figure already grabbing his blazer and putting it on. He turned to look at you as soon as he heard the door open, smiling at coming to see you.

“You made it just on time,” he smiled before gesturing you forward. You did so, sticking your arms out as his fingers immediately went around them, eyes sternly burning themselves intensely to see if you had gotten hurt. You thankfully hadn’t. Iseul was too quiet today. “How was your day, flower?”

“It was pretty quiet,” you answered just as softly as he touched you. “But it was great. Ari and I finished paperwork after paperwork and we just talked about how her mom packed me lunch again. Though, we got a bit worried because Iseul hadn’t bothered us at all today.”

“That’s good news, though, right?” He looked at you and you frowned, shaking your head. “You’re afraid that the silence might mean something?” You nodded and he frowned next, grabbing your chin that had your breath hitch in your throat. “Hey, listen, call me immediately if anything happens, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, especially if she’s doing it under my nose. I’ll add in my phone number later on after dinner.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to even speak. He chuckled a little at your obvious nervousness, letting his hand drop towards your hand. He grabbed it.

“Let’s go,” he spoke. “I’m sure the boys are already waiting for us.”

You two walked out of his office, and you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm, hiding behind his arm when you came to see his assistant staring at you. His hand tightened against your own, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.

“Where are we going by the way?” You asked him as he pressed the floor to the main lobby.

“I actually do not have a clue,” Jimin answered. He passed you the phone he had been staring at, making you eye the messages he had been sent by Taehyung. “He said it’s a surprise. Though, judging by how he’s the one planning this, he’s going to take us to the restaurant he owns.”

“He owns a restaurant?” You gaped at him and Jimin nodded, putting his phone away to pay attention to you.

“He does,” he replied. “It’s right near here, almost 20-25 minutes away, I think. It’s the new restaurant, Stigma. Taehyung had learned about that word and became obsessed with it so, he named his restaurant that.”

You slightly laughed a little. “That’s cute.”

Jimin smiled down at you, your eyes already wandering around. You got distracted very easily, he noted.

When the doors opened, four men immediately headed towards you two, surrounding you both. You went the opposite way of the entrance, walking down the hallway that led to the parking lot. There was a car awaiting you two and the man in front opened it, making Jimin step back a little and helping you into the car.

He got in right after, his hand still clasped in yours. He never wanted to let go. You, on the other hand, were anxious. He was in a relationship. You shouldn’t be holding the hand of a taken man. You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, much less his partners.

So, you leaned down and pretended to fix your shoe, allowing your hand to leave his grasp.

“Jungkook has already arrived at the restaurant,” Jimin said as soon as you leaned back, staring out the window. “They’re just waiting for us. Also, don’t be scared of the bodyguards. I’m sure you understand it’s for safety measures.”

You nodded. “Of course. I understand, don’t worry.” He patted your leg and you gulped a little. “Also, is it still okay to call Mr. Min, Mr. Kim, and Mr. Jeon by their last names? I feel rude to call them by their first.”

“Whatever makes you comfortable, flower.”

You relaxed against your seat at his words, ignoring the way your hand ached to be in his again. You wanted him to grab it, to rub his thumb on the back of your hand, to squeeze it and place it on top of his thigh. But, you knew that if you were his partner, you would not like it if he held the hand of another person that wasn’t you.

You two arrived to the restaurant and Jimin was right about the location. After all, Jungkook had confirmed his words, stating that they were eating at Stigma.

You both got out and headed inside the place, ignoring the way people glanced at you both. You hurried along Jimin’s long strides, feeling uncomfortable at the way women and men looked at you up and down.

Once you made it to the back of the restaurant, thankfully, where the others sat at, had much more privacy. Their table was farther away and no one could even glance at them. That made you feel a bit better.

“Y/n,” Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook immediately said, greeting you before they turned to Jimin, each one kissing his cheek while he smiled brightly. “We were waiting for you two.”

“Figured you’d bring us here,” Jimin glanced at Taehyung, letting you slide to sit beside Jungkook. He sat next to you as soon as he saw you sat. “Boosts your ego a bit to see how many people are eating here, huh?”

Taehyung smiled. “You know it does.” He turned his attention towards you and the others turned to look at you, too. “Thank you for being here with us. Don’t worry about paying. It’s on me.”

“Aren’t you the boss of this restaurant?” Yoongi pointed out and Taehyung glanced at him before looking at you with a smile spread on his lips.

“Just don’t worry about paying.”

You smiled a little. “Okay.”

“How was work?” Yoongi asked you. They all turned to you, their attention not daring to waver away from you.

“It was good,” you responded, feeling nervous at the fact that their gazes wouldn’t move away from you. “Um, there wasn’t a lot of work to be done today and if there was, I would finish it. It was pretty relaxing.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jungkook hummed, looking down at you and you gulped at the way a strand of hair fell on his forehead. “You haven’t been having issues with your co-workers?”

“Not today,” you shook your head. “I haven’t gotten hurt ever since Jimin fired Minjun. Iseul and the others tend to… throw me words but, it’s—”

“Mr. Kim, I’m going to be your server for today…” the man who stepped forward to get your orders, stopped mid-sentence at coming to see that all of them were glaring at him. You minded your business, looking down at the menu in front of you. “Just wave at me when you’re ready.”

He quickly scurried away and you looked after his retreating figure with a confused expression. You frowned and Jimin patted your thigh.

“Continue, flower.”

“Oh,” you said before clearing your throat and continuing off, “um, I was just saying that I haven’t had anyone bothering me in any type of way.”

“I was telling her that as soon as someone, or Iseul to be specific, is bothering her, to text me,” Jimin explained. “I was thinking it would be nice for her to have our contact information just in case I’m not available.”

“Yeah, just give us your phone after dinner,” Yoongi nodded. Then others nodded in agreement and they finally waved the waiter over. The poor man was shaking as he lifted his notepad, making sure he wrote down what you wanted since the men surrounding you stared him down.

He left quickly after, bringing you and Jimin some drinks since you two came later.

“I’m surprised you invited me to dinner,” you started, looking at each of them, eyes meeting theirs. “I mean, I’m not someone of your status.”

Jungkook chuckled lowly beside you, his gaze on the cup he held in the hand adorned with tattoos. “We don’t really care about anyone’s status, Y/n.”

“We simply invited you,” Taehyung gestured to himself and Yoongi, “because we see how nice you treat our Jimin here.” You looked at Jimin as he smiled, looking down at his lap. “It’s very hard for us to make friends without people wanting money or more from us. We can’t speak to other women without them trying to get in our pants or flirt with us. It’s tiring.”

“So, you took me out to dinner because… I respect you as a human being, too?” You tilted your head curiously at them, small laughter and chuckles escaping their lips.

“Basically,” Taehyung nodded, agreeing to your words. “You see us as people and though we are your bosses, you still respect as people and not as objects waiting to be grabbed and basically harassed.”

“There was this worker once,” Yoongi began and you paid attention to him, “and she basically sat on my lap because I was “attractive” as she worded it. I couldn’t move her, not when cameras were on us and were encouraging her. It’s unusual to come across a girl or a guy without them wanting to take advantage of us, which they wouldn’t be able to do.”

“Well, I would never do that to you guys,” your brows were furrowed as you glanced at each one. “I mean, it’s just harassment what they do to you all like you don’t have feelings. I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

Jimin softly smiled beside you and the others looked at you before looking at him. He nodded and the table quieted down, watching you thank the waiter who brought the food.

Jungkook kept his gaze on your hand, rings adorning some fingers here and there. He eyed the vibrant pink bandaid over your white blouse, eyeing his own pink bandaid that was placed over the wound by his tattoos. He smiled to himself as he got to eating.

It wasn’t long before you all started speaking again. Well, it wasn’t long before they started speaking again. You were silently eating, admiring the scenery of the restaurant that had darker tones with not so bright lights. You liked the jazz music playing in the background and the way there were small murmurs. Though, the silence was long gone when a man and his friends came in, causing a ruckus.

Jimin and Jungkook both placed their hands on your thighs, the bodyguards for them immediately standing closer to you all for protection. Taehyung and Yoongi glared at the group of people, simply the men and women chose the wrong day to disrupt their dinner, especially when they had you there.

“Sir, they won’t leave,” a different nervous waiter hurried to tell Taehyung the news, staring at the group. “They claim they know the boss of this place.”

Taehyung eyed the people, not recognizing them. He turned to look at you all before his eyes set on your nervous figure, clearly anxious with the situation. Jimin and Jungkook gave him a look, feeling your shaky hands reaching to grab theirs under the table.

“I’ll be right back,” Taehyung spoke up, leaving his blazer behind. Yoongi followed after him, but Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll go with him.”

Yoongi nodded and Jimin glanced at him, making sure his own gun was still by his waist, hidden away from you but closer to him for easy access.

“Flower,” Jimin sang your name, catching your attention as you looked at the group of people starting a fight with Taehyung’s restaurant security, “look at me.” You looked at him and he smiled reassuringly at you. “They’re gonna handle it, don’t worry, okay? We won’t let them hurt you or touch you in any way.”

“Just continue eating your food,” Yoongi called out, gesturing towards the food you left untouched. “They’ll be able to handle it.”

“Okay…”

You ate your food as they continued to talk. You hoped Taehyung and Jungkook were able to handle it. They seemed pretty pissed off when they headed over there but, you assumed the group of people will just be kicked out.

“Why am I being told you’re telling others you know me?” Taehyung appeared in front of the man who had been taken in the back of the restaurant, farther away from everyone. Farther away from you.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” the man shrugged, clearly not knowing who Taehyung was. Though, the man started to become nervous when he saw two friends of his being brought in, held by two men wearing all black. Jungkook came in and the man gulped at the tattoo sleeve, the earring on his lip, the serious expression on his face, and his fists painted with blood that belonged to his friends. The friends that stayed by his side while the others were told to leave.

“You came in on a bad day,” Taehyung stood in front of him, knife held between his fingers. “You see, my partners are here for the first time and there’s this girl. Well, you could only imagine the anger I felt once she started shaking out of fear when you and your friends came to bother.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the man’s friend beside him immediately apologized, shaking like a leaf in the cold. “Please, it was his idea not ours.”

“And what was his idea?” Jungkook glared at him, his attention then wavering onto the other friend with the buzz cut who had spoken.

“He wanted to come here and steal from you, sir,” he explained and the man in front of Taehyung shook out of anger for his friends betrayal. “He was going to claim he knew you and then have us get rid of the guards.”

Taehyung’s head snapped towards the man, the knife inching towards his face. “Let them go. Pay them the money they need to shut them up.”

The guards nodded and took away the men, who let out a small sigh of relief. Though, they were to be shot and killed for money wouldn’t quiet them.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook mumbled loud enough for the man to hear.

“Daejung,” the man replied.

“Now, Daejung,” Taehyung sarcastically smiled at him and Daejung wondered how a good-looking man like him could be so sinister, “I’m going to kill you quickly. I have a dinner to get back to and you ruined it. I have the perfect men and a perfect girl waiting for me, for us, and you and your little friends ruined everything I had planned.”

“No, no, please, I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his eyes holding such anger in them that Jungkook had placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He did. “But you still need to face the consequences.”

Before the man could continuing spewing plea’s, Taehyung shot him in the head, humming with satisfaction at the body falling on the floor.

“Here,” Jungkook breathed out, passing him a couple of wet napkins in order to wipe away any remaining droplets of blood on his face. They both wiped anything that showed their actions and left the room with their guards getting rid of the body and the other ones.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung smiled as soon as he heard your voice, watching as Jungkook sat next to you again.

“We’re okay,” Taehyung said, sitting down. “How was the food by the way?” Your eyes continued to wander around and Jungkook simply patted your thigh, making you look at him. He looked at Taehyung who chuckled. “I’m talking to you, y/n.”

“Well, it was hard to eat while I was worried about you two,” you awkwardly played with your food, not daring to look at the expressions on their faces. But Taehyung couldn’t wipe away the smile on his face while Jungkook had a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Do not start teasing.”

“We won’t, we won’t,” Taehyung and Jimin looked at one another before Taehyung laughed a little. “You were worried. That’s so cute.”

“This is the last dinner I’m going to attend with you.”

After dinner, Jimin had made sure you get home and now, your boss knows where you live.

The morning after, you woke up rather confused, not even knowing when you fell asleep. Of course, you woke up way before your alarm was supposed to ring which caused you to lay in bed, reminiscing about the events that happened yesterday.

You woke up and did what you needed, getting ready for work. You were grateful to just have time without rushing. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed your face, your body, the way your body looked in the clothes you were wearing, and you were so close to turning around, heading to your closet, and change out of them, when you received a message.

Jimin 😁: Morning flower, don’t forget to stop by as soon as you come to work. I’ll be waiting

You smiled at the message and texted him back immediately, letting him know you’ll be there like you have been doing for the past two weeks, which was hard to leave it has been.

As you walked into the building after some time, you headed towards the elevator and pressed on Jimin’s floor, eyeing the time to make sure you haven’t come early.

You made it to the floor and walked out, making sure to curtly wave at Jimin’s assistant who made sure to give you her normal glare that you always tried to ignore. You were simply being nice to her.

“Good morning, flower,” Jimin greeted you as soon as you opened the door, a smile lifted on his lips. You smiled back at him, closing the door behind you.

“Good morning, Jimin,” you said, lifting your arms. He took away the Barbie band-aid and hummed in satisfaction once he saw that the wound you had been given was slowly disappearing. The bruise had been gone yesterday before dinner and it was barely seen now.

“You’re good to go,” he said, dropping his hands from your arm. “Don’t forget that you have my phone number, I have yours. I will check up on you. The others have it, too, and will check up on you, too. They already saved their contacts on your phone.”

“Okay, thank you,” you slightly bowed. “But I’ll be going now, I need to speak to Ari and Eunji.”

“Ah, yes,” Jimin nodded, staring at his iPad before smirking, “tell them about how dinner went yesterday.”

“I-“ his smirk grew once he heard you. He heard you scoff. “We are not going to talk about that.”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Be quiet,” you shushed him before opening the door. “Have a good day, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, flower. Have a good day.”

“Bye.”

You went into the elevator again, pressing on the button of the floor you worked on. You stepped out as soon as it stopped, your eyes looking for Ari and Eunji who were already waving you over. You hurried to them, holding onto your bag.

“How was it? Tell us everything!” They both rushed out, grabbing your arms and pulling you into Eunji’s office, closing the door behind them so you could all have some privacy. They sat you down and stood in front of you, waiting for some details, but you were still processing the fact the way they just threw you onto the chair. “What happened?”

“Not even a good morning or anything,” you shook your head, staring at them. They hurried you again. “Fine, fine. It went… great. I’m not even gonna lie… I might’ve developed a crush on all of them.” They both gasped. “I thought it might’ve been the fact that they were giving me attention, but they’re such nice guys. I felt so… protected when I was with them.”

“What happened during dinner?”

“Well, Jimin and I went to his car and we got driver at the restaurant Mr. Kim owns,” you started to explain to your overly enthusiastic friends, “the younger Kim. We got there and I saw Mr. Min, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Kim already waiting for us so we sat. They asked me about my day, I spoke, a waiter came and interrupted me, they glared at him for no reason, waiter left, they told me to continue, I did, ordered food, a group of people came and started causing arguments and some even started to fight with security. It was scary. Thankfully, Jimin and Jungkook sat by me so they tried to comfort me by placing their hands on my thighs.”

“That’s so hot,” Ari commented, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she continued to hear you.

“And Jungkook and Mr. Kim left to deal with the guys and Jimin reassured me that they won’t let the men touch me or hurt me in any way, which totally gave me butterflies,” you continued, your own cheeks and face flushing at recounting what had happened. “Jungkook and Mr. Kim came back, and they started teasing me because I was worried about the two, and yeah… that’s what happened. Oh! And then Jimin dropped me off at my house but nothing happened.”

“Oh, my God,” Eunji blinked, processing what you had told her and Ari, who was wearing the same expression as her. “They totally have a thing for you.”

You snorted. “They think of me as a friend and I don’t mind. I so far like having them as friends.”

“You’re gonna end up with them,” Ari breathed out, clearly freaking out about her friend getting such hot guys. “I’m calling it. You’re gonna be with them and I’m gonna be the godmother of your children.”

“Calm down,” you chuckled at her words. “Now, is that all you wanted to know?”

“Sadly, we have to get back to work, but we’re continuing this conversation during lunch,” Eunji pointed a pointed finger at you threateningly, squinting her eyes. “You better tell us more.”

“That was all to say,” you defended, laughing at the way they still looked shocked. “Come on, let’s get back to work.”

Lunch came just around the corner and it came very quickly. It caught you off-guard when Ari told you it was time for lunch, confusing you when you had assumed only an hour had gone by. 4 hours had gone by.

“I’m still trying to process everything,” Ari mumbled under her breath, running her hands over her hair. “I honestly never saw the day when my amazing, beautiful friend was going to have dinner with the CEOs of the company. I wonder if you’re gonna go out with the others because there’s more, huh? I’m already excited.”

You chuckled at her words. “Ari, calm down, please. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

“She’s right, y/n,” Eunji nodded at her friend’s words. “You might have lunch with the others since you already met half of the group. We’re just very happy for you.”

“Well, I’m not,” you sighed as you came to hear the shrilly voice of the one who despised you so much. Iseul. “Why are you having Dinner with Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi? Stop being creepy and stop bothering them, y/n!”

You ignored her as best as you could, but she continued to argue.

“Don’t worry, Iseul,” another worker spoke, “even if Y/n tried getting with the bosses, they wouldn’t even dare look at her when you see her stomach hanging from her pants.”

You looked down at your stomach as you stood with Ari and Eunji, about to throw your trash away, and you couldn’t help but feel agitated at the way your stomach did no such thing. It wouldn’t even be a bad thing if it did but, your stomach was barely seen because of your loose shirt underneath the blazer you had worn.

“Just leave us alone, Iseul,” you sighed. “We weren’t even doing anything to you.”

“You are doing everything to me, y/n,” she grabbed your arm and you cursed at her in your head. Why do they always aim for your arm? But, you felt a bit grateful she didn’t go for your face. “You know, my mother saw you with them and now, she wants to get rid of you and I agree! A person of your status doesn’t deserve to hang out with them.”

“Leave her alone, Iseul,” Eunji snapped at her. “I’m your supervisor, I will let Mr. Park know of what you’re doing to another employee.”

“Please, he won’t care,” Iseul rolled her eyes and you ignored the tears welling in your eyes at feeling the burning pain crossing your arm. She had very sharp nails. She smirked and looked around, your arm still in her hold. “Everyone! Y/n is trying to sleep with the bosses in order to receive a raise. She was seen hanging out with them yesterday after-hours.”

“Get a life, Iseul,” Ari glared at her, trying to take your arm away from her tight hold but, Iseul wouldn’t let go. You winced at the pain of her nails ripping the skin apart on your arm, blood starting to form. “You’re hurting her.”

“She got Minjun fired,” Iseul continued. “She’s a snitch and she’s doing this all for attention. She’s a troll and she think she’s better than all of us, obviously.”

“Aren’t you the one who thinks so, Iseul?” You breathed out, withering in her grasp. “Aren’t you the one who believed they are above us because we don’t have enough money like you do? Stop coming up with lies.”

“You deserve every insult,” Iseul glared at you. “You deserve to be called fat, a whale, a pig, because you are. Your clothes don’t fit you, y/n. Men don’t look your way because you’re too horrendous to look at. Your looks aren’t anything here because they’re non-existent. You are as ugly as they come and you will be nothing. Leave the boys alone because they… will never accept a fat girl like you.”

She let go of your arm and you winced even more, holding onto your arm while blood pooled on the palm of your hand. Eunji and Ari came to your side.

“We need to take you to Mr. Park,” Eunji mumbled, taking you to her office so you three could be farther away from everyone.

“Can you text him on my phone, please?” You asked them, hearing and feeling them immediately grabbing your phone from your pocket. They texted Jimin and made sure to text the others if they were busy because your arm was bleeding… quite a lot, surprisingly. Iseul had really sharp nails. “I swear she files them to be sharp enough.”

“Jimin said to go to his office,” Ari announced and they grabbed you, leading you towards the elevator as if they were your bodyguards. They pressed on the floor to Jimin’s and you eyed the wound.

“Are her nails knives?” You grimaced. “She made me bleed a lot.”

“She hurt you badly, y/n,” Ari frowned, making sure not to hurt you.

The elevator dinged and Jimin was already out of his office, staring at you three as soon as you came out. His eyes slightly widened at your bleeding arm and grabbed you, leading the other two inside.

“What happened?” He asked, making you sit on his chair while he grabbed his kit.

“Iseul happened, Mr. Park,” Eunji bit her nails, watching your arm. “She got pretty mad that y/n was hanging out with you and started insulting her.”

“Press on your wound, flower, please,” he gave you some things to place over your wound and you nodded, watching the way he hurried. He grabbed his phone. “Tell guards to grab Iseul in my division. They already know who she is…” He paused. “Tell them they need to kick her out. She’s fired.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?” You asked him. “It’s just… a scratch.”

“A scratch?” Jimin scoffed at your words. “Flower, that’s more than a scratch. I’m a bit more worried you might need some stitches. The wound is pretty open.”

“And she did that with nails,” Ari clenched her teeth at eyeing your pain. “You should have them take pictures of your hands and nails. They could still have blood on them.”

“Don’t worry, I had cameras installed,” Jimin said, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your arm. “I started to have them installed once we needed evidence in order to get her fired. Now we have it and I can fire her.”

“It’s scary that she could do this with just nails,” you breathed out, watching Jimin work on your wound. “It doesn’t even seem real. Just a few minutes ago we were eating lunch and she did this.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung are coming,” Jimin told you. “They got worried because of your text messages and they want to check on you.”

“Hey, tell Taehyung I might feel better if I went to his restaurant and I tried the food,” you joked. “It was the best food.”

Jimin chuckled at your words.

“Now, flower, you know Taehyung will do anything. Just as Jungkook and I are close to doing something to Iseul. We just need to keep Jungkook away from her because he will get mad.”

“No, I don’t want drama,” you shook your head. “I’m going to get shit on so much tomorrow once everyone realizes Iseul got fired. I’m actually scared.”

“I’ll give you a guard,” Jimin looked at you, still kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your hand and Eunji and Ari noticed it looked like a proposal, if it wasnt’t for your bloodied arm. “I’m being serious.”

“I know, I know,” you breathed out. “I just would feel weird to have a bodyguard next to me.”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later. In the meantime, I need you to rest. Jungkook and Taehyung will be here shortly.”

Combined Beings (vii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Can someone tell me why I just got called by Mr. Kim telling me that his daughter was just fired after we promised him we’ll take her in?”

Jimin and Jungkook looked at Jin as he came to Jimin’s office, clearly seething by the way his cheeks were flushed. The other boys quickly came right behind him, shutting the door so they’ll be able to speak in peace without anyone hearing in.

“Well, Iseul has not only been harassing every worker in every division,” Jimin started, leaning against his desk as his arms were crossed over his chest, “but she has been physically hurting workers.”

“Do you have any proof of this?” Jin asked, already having an idea as to who made Jimin take action.

“Yes, I put cameras yesterday morning in my division,” Jimin replied, anger coursing through his veins once he recalled the video in his head. “My workers were aware I moved cameras by the way.”

“And I already know that worker of yours is the cause of this,” Jin snapped back and Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s hand in order to calm the man down. “If it were any other worker, you wouldn’t have paid attention to the harassment!”

“Yes, I would have,” Jimin defended his actions almost immediately so Jin wouldn’t have bad things to say about you. “I’m their boss, Jin. I would’ve believed my workers, anyone, if they confided in me to tell me who the person that has been bullying and physically hurting them is. Do not try to start something based on something that isn’t factual and true.”

“Jimin, I know you guys went out with her,” Jin argued. “We do not need anyone else in this relationship. No one else.” He punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Call her up. I want to talk to her.”

“I’m not doing that if you’re just going to yell at her,” Jimin stared back at him with the same expression etched on his face. He wasn’t happy about bringing you into an argument that you would later blame on yourself.

“Send her up, Jimin,” Jin got closer to Jimin and Namjoon stepped in, pushing both of them away from one another. He turned to look at Jimin.

“Just call her up, Jimin, okay?” Jimin exhaled through his nose, grabbing his phone while he glared at Jin who gave him back the same expression.

“Hey, Eunji,” Jimin spoke, “can you call Y/n up?” Pause. “Yeah, I just, uh, need to speak to her more about the incident with Iseul. The others are here to hear her side of the story… Yeah, send her up right now… okay, bye.” He went to go stand up next to Jungkook. “She’s coming up.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t long before you came to the floor, hands slightly shaking when you knew Jimin wasn’t the only one here. Everyone was in there.

“Y/n,” Taehyung greeted you, opening the door for you as soon as he heard you slightly knock on the door. You walked in and he gave you a reassuring smile before he closed the door behind you.

Jimin immediately walked towards you as the others sat on his couch, eyeing you.

“Listen, if you feel uncomfortable, just tap the side of my leg,” he instructed. “Jin is the one you haven’t met yet and he’s the one that wants to talk to you. I don’t know why but…” he sighed and stared at you with such softness. “I’ll be by your side.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, smiling a little and he responded back, giving you the same smile. He stood aside and walked behind you as you headed towards the couch that could only fit two people. Jimin, of course, sat next to you.

You sat down and you looked at all of them, but the eyes of the one you haven’t met stared deep into you that made you look away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Why did you have Iseul fired?” Jin immediately asked before you could fully breathe. He gave you a deadpan expression, his eyes staying on you that you swore he wasn’t blinking. “Because from I saw, Iseul has never been accused of anything and she doesn’t have any complaints.”

“I didn’t have Iseul fired,” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster. Jimin stared at the side of your face. “She has simply been harassing me since the very beginning of my time here. She’s very powerful, everyone knows. She flaunts her title, her parents, and the fact she knows all of you. We all appreciate our jobs way too much that we won’t risk it by telling you guys what she has been doing, then finding out you guys are friends, and we get fired because she’s important.”

“It doesn’t excuse the fact that she doesn’t have any complaints against her name,” you arched an eyebrow at the man, irritation now coursing through your bones at the tone he spoke to you in.

“It seems you’re trying to excuse her actions, Mr. Kim,” you said, frowning at him. The ones who you have spoken the most to, agreed with you, nodding their heads.

“Yeah, Jin,” Taehyung spoke up, staring at his boyfriend with a disappointed expression, “it does seem that you’re trying to do that.”

“I’m sorry that I’m suspicious of your words,” Jin glared at you and your hands slightly shook with anger. “You see, Ms. Y/n, it’s not uncommon for a worker to lie in order to get money or to get into the pants of every single one of us.”

“Jin,” Jungkook stared him down but Jin simply waved him off as he looked at you.

“So, tell me, how much money do you want?”

“Mr. Kim, if I was just sent up here to basically be told that I’m a liar,” you started with the most calm tone you could muster as you stared down at your arm where your wound was covered up, blood slowly starting to seep through the bandage, “I would like to leave if that’s okay.”

“No—”

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung turned to look at Jin as soon as he was about to deny your request. Yoongi nudged him as he sat next to him and nodded.

“You’re excused, y/n,” Namjoon looked at you, a small smile on his face. You thanked him and stood up to leave, opening the door before Jimin stopped you.

“I’m sorry about that,” he spewed out. “Honestly. I believe you. We’ll talk later okay?”

You sighed and you faced him, ignoring everyone’s stares. “It seems that Mr. Kim has an issue with me. I don’t want to talk to you if he he doesn’t like it, Jimin. He is your boyfriend, I’m a friend. His opinion matters more. I’ll see you around, okay?”

You tried to force a smile but there was an ache on your chest at knowing that you won’t be able to speak to Jimin. But, it’s the truth. His partner who he has been with for years doesn’t feel comfortable around you, you can see that. You are not going to be someone who accidentally gets stuck into those situations and you break anyone up. You had never dealt with any type of situations like these but, you hoped you were doing the right thing as you left.

As soon as the door closed, Jimin’s lips were parted. He had finally made a friend who didn’t criticize or objectify him, and now that friend was gone because Jin was being an asshole. Such… an asshole.

“What is wrong with you?” The guys eyed Jimin as he headed towards the eldest of the group. “You saw the video, Jin. It wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t lying.”

“Don’t let yourself be brainwashed,” Jin shrugged, staring at his hands that were clasped on top of his knee. “You already dealt with this with—”

“No, do not bring Nabi into this,” Jimin snapped, shaking his head. “She is in the past. She left and that’s it. There’s no reason for any of us to hold onto her when she stole from us and slept with other people. Y/n is my friend. She is not someone who I’m fucking around with.”

With that, Jimin left, closing the door behind him rather harshly. He hoped to get to you but he knew he had to at least respect your wishes for… today. He’ll seek for you tomorrow.

“He’s right, Jin,” Namjoon was the first one to speak his mind as he stared at the eldest who was silent. “Listen, we appreciate you taking care of us, always looking out for us, but it’s time we’re able to trust people. Not everyone but, if Jimin or any of the boys want to befriend her, let them. But, if you feel uncomfortable or if you feel like you personally don’t trust her and have that feeling in your gut, then your feelings are valid. They won’t hang with her, okay?”

Jin looked at Namjoon and sighed. He eyed everyone there and turned to look at the ones who have gotten to know you: Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi.

“Do you guys like her?” He asked. The three glanced at one another. “Be honest with me.”

“She’s so sweet,” Taehyung spoke. “Genuinely. We got to know her and her intentions aren’t bad. Since we learned from Nabi, we looked for red flags. There aren’t none with Y/n. She especially cares so much about Jimin.”

“I’ll talk to him at home,” Jin breathed out and he stood up, buttoning his blazer. His gaze focused on Jungkook. “Go check up on him. Knowing him, he’s going to kill someone.”

Jungkook nodded and left, quickly following after Jimin, knowing he was already by the parking lot with their guards. He couldn’t help but think about you and the way you looked. The wound on your arm made his hands turn into fists, angry at the fact someone hurt such a kind person like you. You didn’t do anything but already knowing Iseul, she only came at you and the way you looked. He experienced her hatred when he was younger so he already knew the type of person she was.

He looked up once he felt the elevator stop, making him stare in the furious eyes of a girl who was already pressing on the buttons.

“Stupid men,” she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head while tapping her foot furiously on the floor. But, she stopped once she finally noticed the figure behind her. She looked and softly gasped, immediately bowing. “Mr. Jeon.”

“Ari, right?” The girl nodded. “Tell Y/n I’m sorry. She has my phone number, I’ll be calling her later.”

Ari nodded yet again, being left behind dumbfounded when Jungkook left. His guards followed behind him, leading him towards Jimin who had, thankfully, not left yet.

“You doing okay?” Jungkook asked, appearing next to Jimin’s side. Jimin didn’t look at him and looked straight ahead, sighing. “Listen, Jin is just protecting us.”

“I know he is,” Jimin answered. “But, he’s not doing it in a way that is good. We have experienced Iseul’s horrible ways, he should’ve understood that that’s the type of person she is.”

“I know.”

“And Y/n doesn’t want to basically talk to me,” Jimin breathed out. “I finally made a friend who treats me as a human being and not a monster or an object. She genuinely wants to get to know me. That old hag… Nabi ruined it for the others.”

“Nabi was a horrible person,” Jungkook said, following behind him into the car. They both situated themselves and put on their seatbelts, still thinking about the events that had happened. “We just fell in love with the wrong person.”

“We kill people,” Jimin started, his head moving side to side to display his anger at speaking about his past lover. “We have blood in our hands. We torture people to tell us what we need to know, yet we couldn’t tell when Nabi lied to us. We were just candy to her. She stole from us, lied to us, wasn’t loyal to us, and she made us do everything for her because she knew we would do anything for her.”

“Love made us blind, Jimin,” Jungkook reassured him, grabbing his hand. “We fell for her. Hard. We have been dating for years and getting someone new into our relationship simply made us all excited. We didn’t see what others could. Our parents didn’t see it either. It’s not our fault.”

Jimin nodded at his words and slumped his shoulders. “Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with me, us. I get her opinion, though. She said she won’t talk to me if Jin feels uncomfortable that she’s doing so. She’s such an angel, though, because she got accused of basically being a gold digger by Jin and yet, she’s thinking of his feelings.”

“Listen, Jin is just… taking care of us,” Jungkook looked down to catch Jimin’s attention and smiled a little when he made eye contact with him. “After Nabi, we were all heartbroken and Jin had to pick up the pieces that she broke while he was handling his own pain. I know right now you feel this way because Y/n has become your friend, but look at the issue in point of view.”

“I know,” Jimin mumbled, his chest heaving by the amount of sighs he leg out while he licked his lips. “I just wish he wasn’t so harsh, you know? He should trust us.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing their heads together. “We’ll go home and we need to talk to Y/n, whether she likes it or not.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’ll be nice. I already miss her.”

Jungkook smiled before the two quieted down, admiring the scenery. He could only think of you and he knew Jimin was thinking of you, too.

It was odd the way you easily bonded with them. Especially with him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi. All four were the quietest out of the 7, and for you to manage to get them out their shells for a bit was more than enough for Jungkook to be able to trust you with his older partners and with him.

“Jungkook said he’ll call you later,” Ari told you as soon as you two sat down for dinner in your apartment. Eunji sat across from you, her son by her side as he ate some cut up potatoes that Eunji had said, “He has an obsession with potatoes. Do not get any, he’ll throw a fit.”

“I don’t really feel like it’s fair for Mr. Kim,” you frowned, shaking your head. Ari and Eunji arched their eyebrows as if asking which one. “The older one. He seemed like he was uncomfortable with me… and he was! He really asked how much money I wanted.”

“He’s probably taking care of them emotionally, honey,” Eunji threw you a pitied look. “I mean, they haven’t personally talked to anyone since the employee that used to work in our division got fired.”

You sighed and nodded, playing with your food. “Yeah, you’re right. I just feel like he could’ve dealt with the situation better instead of calling me a liar when there was evidence and there are people who saw the situation happen. I know you two have my back. The other workers… not so much.”

“Look, just give him a chance to know you,” Ari reassured you by placing her hand on top of yours, hoping to soothe your nerves. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s his loss. But you at least know that Jimin, or any of the boys you have met, didn’t exactly know what he was going to say.”

“Wait for them to call,” Eunji suggested, a smirk forming on her lips. You snorted and shook your head.

“I doubt they’ll even remember.”

As dinner passed by quickly, Ari, Eunji, and her child left your home. You were thankful that they at least helped you clean and you quickly did all of your business before heading to bed.

As you got out of the shower and changed, you went to bed, after making sure everything was locked and secured in your house, and just laid there. You really didn’t know what to think about the situation, but your friends were. You should cut Jin some slack and you do what to but it’s the he humiliated you and said some things he shouldn’t have said.

Your phone buzzing broke you off of your thoughts. You grabbed it and looked at the screen, smiling a little at seeing Jimin’s name showing up. Maybe you should ignore it, but you knew you would feel bad so you answered.

“Hello?” You responded, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey,” you heard the way his voice softened, speaking to you in almost a hushed whisper. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, don’t worry,” you chuckled a little, feeling your heart beating against your chest. You placed a hand on top and calmed your breathing down. “Why are you calling me?”

“I’m sorry for how things went in the office,” he apologized and you heard the way he let out a sigh, clearly phased by his partner’s actions. “Jin isn’t like that but, I hope you do understand he is very cautious about women who befriend us. He has been the one to pick us all up once we get hurt and he always takes care of us. With you, his instincts went off. We got close to you in a matter of two weeks and he got worried.” He heard silence. “I know his reaction wasn’t right at all and I apologize on his behalf. He shouldn’t have assumed you were doing anything because of money.”

“I know he doesn’t know me,” you started, “but it still hurt to be accused of basically wanting to sleep with you guys or be accused of wanting money. The harassment I receive at work is no joke and it’s not something I would exactly like about.”

“I know, flower,” there goes your heart again, “I know. But, I am sorry, okay? And he doesn’t mind that we hang out with you. Everyone stood up for you so he saw that we trusted you.”

You softly giggled while your eyes drooped from the lateness and lack of sleep. “That’s nice of you guys. Thank you.”

“I was going to ask you a favor by the way,” you heard him say and you hummed, gesturing for him to continue. “Is it okay if we can sleep on call? I’m sleeping alone today and the others went to a business meeting real quick. It’ll only be for today.”

You smiled a little and nodded. “It’s okay, Jimin. We can stay on. I won’t be heading to work tomorrow either way. I have my day off.”

You heard Jimin snickered and sheets rustling. “I’ll come visit you with food then. I miss your presence.” Your face flushed and you cleared your throat. “I don’t hear any talk back so I’ll show up.”

“No you aren’t,” you scoffed, not believing his words. Jimin hummed.

“Watch me.”

You smiled at his words. “Goodnight, Jimin. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams,” Jimin repeated back and you cuddled your blankets, placing your phone on the night stand beside you, letting it charge. You heard him talk. “Before you fully sleep, Namjoon and Hoseok want to go to lunch with you. Get to know you. Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“Mhm, I’ll go, but you better come pick me because I don’t want another one of you knowing my address.”

“Be quiet and get enough rest for tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, flower.”

Combined Beings (viii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, mature-ish content (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Jimin had stayed up.

He couldn’t go to sleep. He didn’t have the chance to do so when you were softly snoring here and there on the other line, making him realize some things.

He caught himself smiling when he heard you mumble incoherent things, letting him know you do talk in your sleep. But, he felt scared once he felt comfort at the fact you were there and he felt scared once his heart sped up at the sound of your breathing.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not when his stomach hurt at the feeling of you ignoring him. It didn’t last very long since you had just ignored him for a few hours, but they felt like years to him. He definitely knew what this meant and it scared him.

“I don’t know what to wear. It’s so scary.”

“Flower, you’ll be fine,” Jimin chuckled on the other side of the phone, finding your ranting adorable since you were obviously nervous about going to lunch with the other men you haven’t properly met. “Trust me. After all, Yoongi is going to be there, too, so you’ll be familiar with another person.”

“I’ve never talked to Mr. Jung and Mr. Kim,” you breathed out, becoming insecure when you saw the way your stomach looked in a tight shirt you swore fit you not so long ago. “Mr. Kim looks scary. He scares me the most.”

“Namjoon said to call both of them by their names, flower,” Jimin softly reminded you, walking towards the car awaiting for him in front of his shared house with the others, phone held against his ear. “He basically threatened to make you feel bad by buying you more stuff.”

“Oh, God,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Is he always like that?”

“He spoils all of us so, just expect him to also do that to you since you have become a bit closer to me,” Jimin smiled as he heard your small groan, clearly not satisfied with hearing about being spoiled. “Just let him. It’s his love language.”

“Are we going somewhere fancy by the way?” You asked, remembering that you hadn’t asked. You eyed the clothes in front of you and he stayed quiet before humming.

“It’s a bit fancy,” he responded and you heard the door closing behind him. “You are going to be introduced to my own restaurant.”

“You have a restaurant, too?”

He chuckled at your surprised tone, grabbing his phone with one hand while the other was placed on top of his thigh, twirling a ring of his between his fingers.

“Yes, I do,” he answered, hearing you huff on the other end, clearly dealing with something while listening to him. “Taehyung and I both decided to do so. It seemed the easiest for us to handle. But, I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there in a few.”

“Do I wait for you outside or are you gonna come up here?” You asked, rushing to put on another pair of pants.

“I’ll call you, okay?” Jimin hummed, smiling at the way he could hear you murmuring to yourself before you gave him a breathless ‘okay.’ “I don’t want you to be outside for too long. Crimes are going up near your neighborhood so I’d rather you be safe… inside.”

“Really?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing. “I didn’t know that. Huh… That’s why I heard someone trying to open my door.”

“I-” Jimin’s mind immediately ran with intense thoughts, even at hearing your nonchalant response. “Y/n-”

“You know, there’s been a bit of gunshots lately, too, it’s crazy,” you continued, clearly not as phased as he was and not knowing how your words were worrying him even more about your safety. “But, I can defend myself.”

“We’ll talk more about this when I get there, okay?” Jimin heard you hum now and he let out a sigh. “I’ll get there quickly. I’ll see you, flower.”

He waited for you to say bye and hung up. He dropped his phone next to him and sighed, fidgeting with his bottom lip with his fingers. He really needed you to be safe. What if he offered to buy you a new place? Get you security? What if he put more security in your home? He couldn’t hide the fact it bothered him that you acted nonchalant about someone possibly breaking into your house. Has it happened more than once? It probably has.

Something bad could’ve happened to you and he had to do something about it even if you argued.

Before he could think any further, the car stopped right in front of your house. He noticed the area and got out, buttoning his blazer while walking towards your door. He knocked.

“I thought you were going to call me,” you chuckled as soon as you saw his figure looming over yours. He slightly smiled and looked over his shoulder, making sure his guards were guarding his back. He eyed a man on the house next to yours who was watering his plants, glaring at him almost immediately that caused the man to look away.

“I was but,” he turned to look back at you, smiling, “I couldn’t help but want to see you fast.” You smiled at his words and grabbed your things before closing the door behind you. You eyed the doorknob.

“I need to get a new one again,” you breathed out, shaking your head as you locked your door. Jimin eyed it and saw the object wobbling out of its place and he held in his sigh, tightly smiling when you turned to look at him. “I am starving.”

“Be careful,” Jimin mumbled, placing a hand on the middle of your back, making sure you didn’t stumble over a crack on the floor. He continued to glare at the man watering his garden until the man became uncomfortable and walked away. “You look beautiful, flower.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” you ignored the way your heart hammered against your chest at hearing the compliment escape his lips. You hoped your face wasn’t betraying you by showing him what you were feeling. Thankfully, he didn’t notice when he opened the door for you.

You went in and he continued to look around the neighborhood, eyeing people and making a mental note in his head to have his security do background checks on everyone to make sure you were safe.

“The restaurant isn’t that far from here,” Jimin broke out of his thoughts as he spoke, turning to look at you as you looked out the window. “From now on, one of my guards is taking you home.”

“I-” You immediately shook your head. “No, no, no. I’m okay. There’s no need for that.”

“There is if your doorknob is broken because someone tried getting in,” Jimin pointed out, arching an eyebrow. You sighed and turned your face to look out the window, knowing that if you agreed, you’d feel like complete shit for wasting his and his guards time for something not even important. You felt his hand on your cheek and felt him turn it around so you could see him. You did. He later moved on to grab onto your hands. “Listen, I don’t mind and neither do my guards because they’re getting paid regardless. I want you to be safe in your home.”

“I don’t like this,” you mumbled, a frown on your face. He chuckled and continued to hold your hands against his.

“I know you don’t but I do,” Jimin smiled at you. “It’s for your safety. I don’t want you to be in danger. What if they manage to get inside? Would you be able to hear? Would you be able to reach for a weapon?”

“I have a taser,” you smiled proudly and he snorted softly. “I don’t want you to worry, Jimin. I’m okay.”

“At least let me set up a security system in your home,” he said and you thought about it, knowing that he won’t back down. He seems pretty persistent to get you to be safe and sound in the depths of your home so, you nodded. “Okay, then. I thought I was going to have to get on my knees and beg.”

“Shut up,” you slapped his shoulder and he laughed before settling on grabbing your hand. You tried to pretend like you were going to get rid of a strand of hair with the hand he held, but he held it by his thigh, your entire hand engulfed in both hands. The way his hands felt against yours, the way they felt so cold and soft, it had more of an effect on you than he knew.

“We’re here, sir,” the driver spoke after a few and Jimin hummed, thanking him once he opened the door for him. The driver stepped back once Jimin did so, holding the door for you. He grabbed your hand and guided you towards his restaurant, making you eye the designs once you went inside.

Still holding your hand, he guided you towards the back, ignoring the way people looked at you two as you walked past their tables. It was obvious he was in charge with the fact that he was the only one dressed up in a black suit and was surrounded with bodyguards. You could only try to ignore the looks you received, too.

“There you are,” Namjoon stood up, smiling as he saw you two. He eyed your hands intertwined together and you pulled away. Though, he didn’t seem to mind as he hugged you. “It’s nice to see you again, y/n.”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Mr.-” He backed away and arched an eyebrow, causing you to sigh and smile at him. “It’s nice to see you, too, Namjoon.”

“Much better,” he lowly chuckled before he let Hoseok and Yoongi greet you, turning to look at Jimin as the other two hugged you very tightly. “What was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin waved him off and Namjoon shook his head, small laughter escaping his lips. “What?”

“You like her,” Namjoon admitted. Jimin gave him a perplexed look. As he opened his mouth, Namjoon raised his hand, stopping him. “Yeah, yeah, she’s your friend. But… you’re lying to yourself.”

“Shut up…” Jimin mumbled, eyeing your figure as you spoke to Yoongi, who, surprisingly, is talking to you much more than Hoseok.

“How did you found out?” Namjoon spoke in a whisper, eyes meeting his. Jimin pursed his lips.

“I found out last night,” he replied. “When we were on call. I couldn’t sleep so I called her, she stayed on call with me the entire night. I thought about her the entire time as I heard her snores, which are adorable by the way, and I just… I couldn’t ignore them. Not anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Namjoon placed a hand on his shoulder. “Just know, if she does like you, she will not let you know since you have all 6 of us. But, I’m willing for all of us to get to know her well and get to know her like you do. There’s obviously something special about her.”

“There is,” Jimin nodded, smiling as he saw you bond so well with Yoongi and Hoseok. “It’s just… the way she makes me feel… I don’t know how to explain it. She feels comfortable, in a way. Like she’s been part of my life for so long just like you guys.”

Namjoon continued to chuckle at his words. “You are down bad, Jimin.”

He walked away and Jimin was left with his mouth agape at his boyfriend’s words, clearly not expecting him to say that. You looked at him confused and headed towards him, softly touching his arm.

“Are you okay?” You frowned at him, eyeing his expression. He shook his head, snapping himself out of his shock and smiled at you.

“I’m okay, flower,” he said before standing aside to let you slide into the booth. You did so, grabbing onto the menu in front of you that Yoongi had told you he had placed there since he and the others know what food to get.

As you ordered, you noticed the waiter fidgeting, clearly as nervous as the other waiter you had met in Taehyung’s restaurant. You wondered why but, you hadn’t noticed the glares the boys were giving him, making sure that you were heard.

“And that’ll be all, thank you,” you smiled at the shaking man, though, you hoped that by being even more kind you’ll be able to calm down his very anxious emotions. “Are you okay, by the way?”

“I’ll get to your orders straight away,” the waiter ignored your question and you slumped against your chair, expecting him to ignore you but choosing to believe he won’t. Jimin eyed your figure and he turned to look at his worker.

“Grab him,” he told his guards without looking at them. Yoongi distracted you by making you taste a drink of his, which later had him chuckling when you made a face at tasting the strong alcoholic drink. The waiter appeared again, shaking just as much as before. “Flower asked you a question.”

“Sorry,” the waiter bowed down. You shook your head rapidly.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” you reassured him. You glanced at Jimin who looked at the man with a straightforward expression, not feeling sympathy. “I was just making sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay,” the waiter answered and he made eye contact with you, a small smile widening on his lips. “Just getting used to talking to more people since I’m not very… social.”

“Oh, I totally understand,” you smiled at the shaken man and waved off his attitude from before. “You’re doing great! Do not worry.”

“Thank you!” The man enthusiastically let out because although he was anxious by the way Jimin and the others glared at him, he was also anxious since it was his first week and he was getting used to socializing. “I’ll bring you your order in a few. Thank you for your patience.”

He walked and when he was out of ear-shot, you turned to look at Jimin with a serious expression. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Jimin shrugged, pretending not to know what you were referring to. You squinted your eyes at him before turning to look at the others, too.

“Stop scaring waiters away,” you scolded them, earning abused looks from them all. “You are scaring them so much they’re shaking.”

“Flower, they need to listen—”

“Nope,” you shook your head and Jimin smiled, resting the side of his face on his propped up hand. “All of you need to stop scaring the poor waiters. I do not care if they listen or not. Let them do their work. Got it?” They all nodded. “Good.”

“That was the cutest thing ever,” Hoseok chuckled, eyeing your face. You simply gave him a look. “You are so adorable. I need to give you a nickname, too.”

“Jimin picked a good name,” Namjoon sighed, feigning a sad expression. “Flower is so pretty.”

“I call dibs on angel,” Hoseok called out, making your face feel warm at the name. Jimin smiled as he sipped his drink, watching your reactions.

Yoongi hummed. “That’s a good one. I’ll call her that, too.”

They all turned to look at Namjoon and you strayed your sight away from them all, not used to so many compliments from such beautiful men. You felt yourself such a lucky person and you wondered what you had done in your previous life to deserve them.

“You’re beautiful, y/n,” Namjoon admitted after a moment of silence. You looked at him and he was already staring at you. “It’s not something new to any of us, we see your beauty. Jimin sees it.” You turned to look at said man and he was hiding his smirk behind the cup he was drinking from. “I’d like to call you either beauty or beautiful.”

“You guys are too much,” you mumbled, placing a hand on your cheek, trying your hardest to get rid of the warmth. Jimin chuckled from beside you.

“Use my hands,” he offered, passing you his ring cladded hand that was indeed cold. You slapped it away softly, receiving another sound of laughter from him.

It didn’t take long before you all spoke and you learned a lot.

Namjoon owned a bookstore in a café shop and he showed you pictures of it. You had to do a double take when you saw the garden that he had created, allowing the customers to enjoy their beverage and book(s) surrounded with nature. He seemed more than just your boss and you wished you had known him since he enjoyed nature and museums very much. He had such a calm soul.

Yoongi had talked about his music shop. Allowing kids, teenagers, and young adults to have a safe space to create their own piece of work. He had told you a story about his past and the hardships he had gone through to get where he was, and you made sure he was comfortable enough to share. He really had a successful business which allowed him to form bonds with some teens he saw himself in. He looked very touched when he told you some stories.

Hoseok had a dance studio. It was open to those who couldn’t afford dance lessons and it allowed him to be able to also form friendships with dancers he danced with on an occasion. He seemed very enthusiastic to share about his life, talking to you about his past insecurities that he had overcome by slowly allowing himself to be loved and letting himself know he is worthy of the love he gets. He also inspired you when he let you know it’s not an easy path to loving yourself, but it’s easy to know and understand the walls you are building around yourself that prevents you from doing so.

Jimin stayed quiet the entire time. He just watched you. He watched you and the way your lips moved as you talked. His eyes traveled to your lips to your eyes, to the way your lashes fluttered against your cheek, to the way you smiled, to the way you placed a strand of hair behind your ear here and there. He couldn’t stop staring at you.

Jimin wasn’t one to fall first. The others fell for him and he fell after, allowing himself to be loved. But here he was, falling harder than ever. He knew they didn’t have an issue when one fell for another person, they were all secure. They would try their hardest to bond with that person, too, but if they couldn’t do so, then the feelings went away as quick as they came, and Jimin saw the way the talked to you was them successfully bonding with you.

“Mind if we join you?”

You all looked at the person who spoke and eyed Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook standing by your table. You gulped and turned to look at Jimin once you felt Jin’s stare on you.

“Hey,” you whispered to him. Jimin looked at you. “If you want, I’ll go home so you can spend time with them.”

Jimin saw the way Jin looked at you and sighed before shaking his head, placing a hand on your thigh. “Stay. You’re not bothering anyone.”

“I don’t want to make Mr. Kim uncomfortable,” you mumbled, fidgeting on your seat, smiling when Taehyung enthusiastically moved to sit next to you, receiving an annoyed nudge by Jungkook who had wanted to be with you.

“It’s okay, flower. If he talks bad, I’ll take you home.”

“No, I’ll order a ride,” you shook your head, dismissing his gesture and he softly glared at you, not liking how you dismissed your safety.

“I’ll take you.”

Now, Jimin had been avoiding Jin since he had gotten home after the whole situation with you in his office. He wasn’t too happy about the way Jin treated you and made you and him look like liars in front of the guys. He also wasn’t happy at all when Jin made it seem like you were after their money.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Jin spoke, catching your attention as he stared at you, receiving drinks quickly along with Jungkook and Taehyung. Everyone quieted down and Taehyung stood straighter beside you. “I’m surprised to see you’d show your face.”

“I’m not a liar like you made me seem so I have no reason to hide,” you shrugged, not daring to look at him as you eyed the way they all looked between you. Jimin had thankfully kept his hand on your thigh, allowing you to play with some fidget rings he had on.

“Hmm,” Jin simply hummed, watching you.

“Stop it,” Namjoon nudged him, raising his eyebrows. “What did we talk about?”

Jin inhaled through his nose. “I’ll try to get to know her but don’t think I’ll like it a bit.”

“Yeah, right.”

Everyone continued to converse, but you stayed quiet along with Jin. You two would speak once in a while when the others would ask questions, but it didn’t take long before both of you went back to staying quiet.

Jimin was tired of it and the way you and Jin immediately quieted down around each other’s presence. He didn’t blame you but, he felt bad when he saw how you were now so quiet when you were just conversing not so long ago.

“I was talking to y/n earlier,” he started, clearing his throat, and everyone turned to look at him, even you, “because someone here could’ve been in danger.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you looked away, taking a sip of your drink. Jimin playfully rolled his eyes.

“Y/n heard someone trying to break in,” everyone now looked at you, “again. I saw the doorknob was broken and out of place. Crimes are rising in her neighborhood.”

“Have you tried moving out?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you and you glanced at him.

“I just moved into that new place recently,” you answered. “And I told Jimin not to worry about it. I can defend myself.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Yoongi spoke, “but sometimes things like that can come unexpected and you won’t be able to react in time. Maybe we’ll give you security?”

“I’m okay,” you waved it off before Jimin stared at you with an intense look on his face. You sighed as you remembered your conversation. “Jimin wants to set up a security system.”

“I agree with that,” Taehyung spoke from beside you. Everyone else agreed and they all turned to eye Jin who hadn’t spoken, yet. You didn’t care, though, and played with the ice in your cup.

“It seems better to do that,” Jin shrugged and your head snapped to stare at him. He didn’t meet your eye. “It’s very dangerous that you live by yourself and were almost broken into. The worst thing that can happen is you can get killed.”

“One of us is dropping you off after work,” Jungkook said, making you pinch the bridge of your nose, not liking the way they were wasting time making sure you were safe. You could handle it. Maybe… “I’m being serious, y/n. It’s not safe to go home safe and letting bad people see you live by yourself. Got it?”

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

It didn’t take long before the conversation changed. You and Jin weren’t talking but, you both kept looking up once in a while and made eye contact that had you two immediately look away. It was happening every time you looked up as if he could sense when you would do so.

Before you knew it, it was night and Jimin and Jungkook offered to take you home. It wasn’t long before Taehyung piped in and begged to be taken with you three. You quickly said yes once you saw a pout on his lips.

“I’ll talk to Jin,” Jimin told you, sighing, hand holding onto yours. You hadn’t processed the fact that Taehyung was holding the other tightly against his large hands, playing with your fingers. “And you better call me if anything, I mean if anything, happens, okay?”

You nodded. “I got it.”

Jimin dropped you off at home and left, advising a guard of his to stay behind to watch your house a little longer so you could feel and be safe. You didn’t need to know that information.

“You have to get to know her,” Jimin immediately said as soon as he entered Jin’s office. “You have to get to know her. We all know her.”

“And you all like her,” Jin pointed out. Jimin groaned and sat in front of him. “I don’t mind but, she’s just… it’s just… it’s annoying!”

“It’s fine to find her attractive,” Jimin noted out. “She is attractive and gorgeous. You can’t lie about that to yourself.”

“Listen, I’m sorry for how I reacted,” Jin ignored his comments, withholding eye contact. “It wasn’t right of me to react the way I did.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” Jimin said. “You need to apologize to y/n for making it seem like she wanted someone to hurt her for money. I had been watching everything and Iseul was at fault. We can’t excuse her actions simply because her father is our our business partner.”

Jin thought about it and slumped against his chair. “How about this?” Jimin hummed. “I’ll eat alone with her, tomorrow or whenever she’s free, okay? I’ll apologize to her, but I feel like she’ll be more comfortable if you’re there.”

“I was going to be there whether you liked it or not,” Jimin grinned before giving Jin a kiss. “Thank you. You’ll love her once you get to know her. I promise you.”

“We’ll see. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow by bringing you breakfast in bed, deal?”

“Breakfast in bed for two weeks. Then it’s a deal.”

“Fine, deal. Tell Y/n we’ll pick her up after work.”

Combined Beings (x)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: feedback is appreciated!

before & after

What the hell did you do?”

Jungkook and Taehyung appeared into the kitchen where Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin were talking in, conversing about the issue that had just happened not so long ago.

Jimin knew that the two would eventually found out what had happened since you texted them regularly, too. He could only imagine how shaken up you are, freaking out about what had happened and the way they killed people.

But the people they killed weren’t innocent. Not when they had kidnapped children for the benefit of their own boss who had wanted money out of the children’s parents. That’s why they had to do what they needed to do when they found out who had made reservations.

“You put her in danger!” Jungkook exclaimed before glaring at Jimin. “You can’t say you have genuine feelings for her when you do this.”

“I had to do this,” Jimin sternly spoke, slamming the counter. “It had to be done. I planned everything for her in order to make sure she was safe, I didn’t plan for her to see me kill someone.”

“It’s not about her seeing you,” Taehyung said, shaking his head. “It’s about her being caught in between of whatever business you two had when she simply wanted a genuine apology from Jin.”

“I did mean my apology,” Jin breathed out, staring at his partners. He couldn’t help but go back to Jungkook’s words, glancing at Jimin. “You like her?”

Jimin sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the skin of his forehead with the fingers that contained the rings you always played with. “Why are you two even awake? You’re usually asleep by this time.”

“We’re going to see her,” Jungkook answered, picking up a jacket he had left on the couch. “She doesn’t want to be alone, especially because someone followed her home.”

“Someone followed her home?” Namjoon asked, his brows furrowing together and Taehyung hummed. “I warned you both if she was seen with any of you, she will be targeted. I warned you, did I not?”

“Look, at least we managed to get some of them,” Jin defended himself and Jimin. “We have been on their asses for so long and we needed to do this in order to get what we lost. We cannot let a girl step between us and our business.”

“That’s the problem,” Jimin breathed out, placing his hands on the counter that allowed him to set his weight on them, “she’s not just a girl to any of us, Jin. She is so much more. Namjoon is right and you know it, too. She could’ve been hurt, or worst, dead. You saw how kind she is… I saw it when you easily conversed with her.”

Jin didn’t say anything. Namjoon glanced between everyone before he let out a sigh. He turned to look at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Be careful,” he raised his brows with a stern voice. “I’m serious. Take your weapons and have guards guarding her house. I don’t want you three to be in danger.”

“We will.”

Jimin could only feel such a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach, turning around to head towards the bathroom as quietly as he could since Hoseok and Yoongi were already cuddling and sleeping.

“Is it true?” He looked up and saw Jin’s figure behind him on the mirror. “You like her?”

Jimin knew he couldn’t get away with it so he nodded slowly. “I do… It’s nothing compared to what I felt for Nabi. It’s much more stronger and the connection I have with Y/n isn’t forced at all. I feel as safe with her as I feel with you all.”

“Listen,” Jin mumbled, stepping closer, “just be careful, okay? Do not pressure her into telling you anything. She will most likely not tell you her feelings since she knows you’re with us and she might not want to make any of us uncomfortable. Just be there for her just like you’re already doing right now.”

“You liked her, too,” Jimin smiled at him softly, rubbing the moisturizer on his face, eyeing Jin. “You have to admit, she just radiates such energy.”

“I liked her,” Jin agreed, nodding his head. “She’s a good girl. You see, I agreed with the plan because I didn’t like her and I didn’t care about her, but I see what you see in her. She’s very kind and she’s a great listener, too. I do regret what happened, but it’s better we did what we did or else more children were to be hurt and more people would be dead.”

Jimin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Jin was right. But he still felt guilty about what you had felt and the feelings you were going through. He can’t shake away the way you looked at him after he found you. He never wished for you to see that part of him so early on when you two had gotten so comfortable with physical touch. Now, he already knew you were going to avoid him or, you won’t talk to him anymore.

He grabbed his phone.

Minnie ❤️ : I’m sorry for what you had to see today. I don’t want to apologize over text since I want you to hear it from my own lips and I want to explain it all so, let’s talk whenever you want ❤️

You stared at the message and you felt such pain in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but already feel bad for telling them to leave you alone but, it was scary what you had witnessed. And it sucked that Jin didn’t mean any of the words he had told you.

You recounted what you had gone through on your way back home and you shuddered, immediately locking everything in your house at the idea of that person coming back.

When you were walking home, then did you notice that Jin’s restaurant was very far from your home. It was turning dark and your heart hammered against your chest once you heard pattering footsteps behind you. You didn’t think much of it but it started making you anxious when you would cross a street and the person behind you would quickly follow. You didn’t need any of this crap since you just saw a person you were close to kill someone right in front of you. You didn’t want to deal with a random person stalking you.

That’s why you called the second person you were close to.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jungkook,” you said very loudly, glancing at the person behind you. “Hey, so you have my location, right?”

“Yeah, I believe so,” Jungkook hummed and he furrowed his eyebrows once he could tell that you were purposely talking out loud. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a person following me,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. You cleared your throat before speaking loudly again, “But, yeah, just meet me at this restaurant. They know me very well so just meet me there.”

“I’ll be there in a bit. Stay on call with me until you’re in a safe place, okay?” You hummed and silence was heard. “Wait, weren’t you just with Jin and Jimin?”

“I was,” you continued to talk while walking, making sure you were aware of your surroundings. “I just… I just witnessed Jimin and Jin kill people. I don’t care if you’re in it or anything, if you’re in a gang whatever, I just feel very, very scared.”

You heard the silence and heard him letting out a mutter of curses. “Those assholes… I’ll be right there with Taehyung. Please be safe, I’ll still stay on call.”

You could hear him moving on the other line, rustling heard here and there. You could see a restaurant coming up and you recognized it as the one who was close to your house, hurrying your steps in order to reach it and get away from the man who quickly followed behind.

Thankfully, you had seen one of your old friend’s from school. It seemed almost like a miracle when she recognized you and introduced you to her boyfriend. After catching up, you had asked them if they could give you a ride, which they so kindly agreed to. Jungkook wasn’t on call since he heard you with people you clearly knew, but he was still watching your location very closely, making sure that your location was now in the safety of your home.

He had told Taehyung to come with him, both of them heading your way when they encountered the men who put you in a bad situation.

After that encounter, they headed your way. It didn’t take long and they both told their bodyguards to guard the house while they went to be with you, their guns on the side of their waists, waiting to be taken out if they needed to be.

“Angel,” Taehyung knocked on the door, alerting you.

You quickly went to open the door and they looked at you, eyeing your expression and if you were in any type of harm. As Jungkook opened his mouth to talk, you cut him off, your arms going around his neck as he was the one closest to you, giving him a big hug.

He could feel you shaking in his arms and he knew you wouldn’t let go, so he raised you in his arms, your legs going around his waist with his hands resting underneath your thighs.

Taehyung nodded at the look he was given by the youngest, closing the front door, and opening the door to your room since it had a pendant on the front that alerted them it was yours.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Jungkook rubbed the skin of your thighs, the shorts that you usually wore to sleep riding up a bit. “You’re safe. You have us.”

“It was so scary,” you mumbled into his neck, feeling him place you down on the middle of your bed. Taehyung followed after, taking off his shoes and sweater as he went to sit by your side, pushing away hair that fell on your face. “I just wanted to enjoy dinner with Jin since he’s your guys’ boyfriend and I wanted to make sure he was comfortable around me.”

“I know, baby,” Taehyung muttered, running a hand over your hair softly. You ignored the way his new nickname for you made you feel. “Listen, we want to explain everything but we need all of us to explain it to you, okay? I know you don’t want to see Jimin or Jin but you’re going to have to talk to them in order to understand what’s been going on.”

“I want to give you a warning,” Jungkook spoke as he was also taking off his sweater, his tattoo sleeve catching your attention as you didn’t think his entire arm would be filled with art, “Jimin will try to talk to you. Yes, he’s going to tell you he’s sorry and he’ll give you time but Jimin is very… attached. He will come to you personally and apologize.”

“Should I be worried?” You frowned and Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head, laying down next to you.

“No,” he said. “Also, um, Namjoon was there so, expect him to apologize to you, too.”

“I just want to ask something,” you breathed out and they both looked at you since you were sandwiched between them. “Are you guys in a gang…?”

Taehyung snorted and he shrugged. “I will say this but I need your phone.” You gave it to him and he shut it off, you three watching it shut down. “We’re in a mafia. I know it’s not an easy thing to say or to process, but it’s been something we’ve been part of for years now and that’s why you saw Jimin and Jin kill someone.”

You stayed quiet and they leaned a bit forward in synch to make sure you were okay. You looked off in shock, mouth agape while your breath moved up and down.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, glancing between the two. “Oh, my God!” You ran a hand over your face. “Are you guys going to be killed?”

Jungkook grabbed your hand. “No, angel. I’m pretty sure we’re not going to die. Listen, we’re telling you because the man that followed you might’ve seen you with one of us and took the chance to get you. From now on, you’re coming with either one of us, okay? We’re not going to let anyone harm you, especially if it’s because of us.”

“I could’ve died?” You exclaimed and Taehyung grabbed your other hand, kissing the back of it, something he would usually do to the others if they were ever stressed. “I’m going to die.”

“Don’t think like that,” Taehyung hummed, softly glaring at you. “You’re not doing to die. But please, take some guards right now to check on you and your house. It’ll help us feel better or we’ll sleep here and take turns.”

“I’m still processing the news you just dropped on me,” you muttered, looking at him from under your lashes and he softly smiled at you. “You look like you don’t harm a fly.”

He chuckled. “I’ve done worse. But, I don’t want you to see us in that light, okay? Jimin and Jin did a big, big mistake by allowing you to be in that situation, vulnerable. I know all you wanted was an apology from Jin.”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded, looking straight ahead as they situated themselves in a position where they could fully pay attention to you. “It made me uncomfortable being told that I made everything up just to get money from you all. I had been dealing with Iseul’s harassment since I started this job and at the end, it got out of hand because she saw me with Jimin.”

“Iseul was and is a bitch,” Jungkook huffed and you looked at him, his eyes meeting yours. “Sorry, it’s just… we have known her for years. She used to bully half of us but she took it out on me and Jimin the most. When we started growing our business more and more, she wanted to be included in our relationship, which is why her stepdad compromised with us.”

“We didn’t want Iseul to work in our company,” Taehyung continued. “But, her dad’s own business was lacking and no one knows this but, he started going bankrupt. He’s a nice guy, a nice mentor, so we gave his stepdaughter a chance to work with us while he was given some of our shipment to sell.”

You sighed and got closer to Taehyung, your face resting on his chest. He smiled at your affectionate side, glancing at Jungkook who had a faint of a smile on his lips.

“Go to sleep,” Jungkook whispered in your ear. You nodded and he wrapped an arm around your waist, their warmth lulling you to sleep. “We’ll talk more tomorrow if you want. You dealt with a lot today, angel.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

It wasn’t long before you went to sleep, soft snores escaping your lips. Jungkook watched as Taehyung moved, trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going to wake her up, Tae,” Jungkook said, continuing to watch his movements with amusement. Taehyung simply didn’t respond, letting out a small “aha” once he got the object he was looking for.

He stuck it out in front of him, taking a picture of his chin and you sleeping on his chest. He grinned once he saw how cute you looked, chuckling a bit deviously as he sent it to Jimin.

My love ❤️: your fuckups made me a lucky man. I get to cuddle her haha 🫵🏼🤣

Jungkook laughed a little at his words, his eyes trailing down your face. His slender fingers moved the strands away from your face, smiling a little at the way you scrunched your nose when your hair tickled it.

“She really is beautiful,” Jungkook mumbled as if he and Taehyung were sharing secrets amongst themselves, bodies molding with yours as if they were missing pieces of a puzzle. “I don’t even want to taint her with the evilness that comes with this job.”

“As kind as her soul is,” Taehyung started, “I know there’s a crazy spirit inside of her. After telling her what we are apart of, she didn’t look at us like we were monsters. If anything, she’s worried about us dying instead of us killing others.”

Jungkook nodded and let out a breath, continuing to watch you. His hand ran itself on the skin of your arm, noticing the goosebumps rising in its wake. He just watched.

Yes, you two have texted, but it was never enough in his opinion. There were sent here and there on an occasion, but it wasn’t a lot. He could tell you preferred talking because as soon as he would be in Jimin’s office and you were there, you would chat and it was enough for him.

He knew your troubles, personally. The mother who shouldn’t have the title of one and the sister who lived in the States. Your father, he knew, wasn’t one to be in the picture, but you had told him that despite your father having another family, he reached out once in a while to check up on you.

He also knew your favorite color. You wore it as a nail polish that he noticed you always chipped. You wore the color usually on Friday’s and you usually wore your hair down on that day, too.

He noticed you but Jungkook was quiet. He eyed details and let his mind run but not his mouth. He enjoyed everything around him in silence and wore a face that showed no emotion in order to not let people break him away from his thoughts. You didn’t know that he noticed such things, but that’s why he always stared at you.

He loved staring at you.

And that was his last thought, the thought of wanting to know every single thing about you while his fingers itched to touch every single part of you.

You woke up the next day to such warmth. Your body was heating up and the blanket over your body wasn’t helping.

You opened your eyes and suppressed the gasp threatening to escape your lips once you saw Jungkook’s face directly in front of yours. A hand of his was on top of your hip while Taehyung who was behind you had his arm wrapped entirely around your waist, palm resting neatly against your stomach.

You relished in the comfort of their bodies close to you and closed your eyes, but before you knew it, fingers touched your face. You opened your eyes and Jungkook’s own met yours, a small smile forming on his face.

“Good morning, angel.”

“Good morning,” you mumbled, a smile also forming on your lips.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, moving the strand that fell on your face behind your ear. You nodded.

“I slept like a baby,” you responded. “You guys are so warm so I felt like I had a heater on and it was so nice. Thank you for staying with me.”

“It’s nothing, pretty girl,” he said and he moved from his place, standing up. Then did you notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, displaying the muscle and scars all over his chest and stomach. His arms flexed as he put on his shirt back on and you looked away, your body aching to stretch so trying your hardest not to wake Taehyung, you caught Jungkook’s attention.

Making grabby hands, he chuckled lowly once he understood what you were trying to do. He grabbed your hands and helped you up slowly, getting your body away from Taehyung’s grasp.

“He’s so strong,” you breathed out, looking down at where your stomach was being held, noticing the marks of the bracelets that surrounded the sleeping man’s wrist. Jungkook agreed and when you turned to put on your slippers, you eyed an object that made you gasp. “Is that a gun?”

Jungkook looked at your line of sight and nodded. “We have to be protected at all times so we both brought guns just in case you were in danger or anything. I’ll put it away if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and he grabbed his gun, placing it one of the drawers from your nightstand, making sure it wasn’t loaded. He gave you a look and you nodded yet again, turning around to leave your room. He followed quickly behind.

“I can make breakfast,” you suggested before eyeing the figures outside your home. “Are your bodyguards hungry?” Jungkook didn’t respond and you turned to give him a look. “I’ll go ask and you’re going to buy food.”

“Angel,” he groaned and you crossed your arms, giving him a serious expression. Though, he couldn’t take you serious when you just looked so adorable, your face swollen a bit from having woken up and the way you also looked pretty hot in shorts and a t-shirt. He sighed as he watched you leave.

He watched you open the door, sticking your head out. “Are you guys hungry?” They all didn’t say anything, obviously not knowing if they should answer to you.

Jungkook snorted and turned around. “Fine, fine. I’ll go buy breakfast.”

He put on his shoes and grabbed his gun, too, making sure to leave it with one of his guards to hold while he was in your home. He walked out of the house and turned to look at his men.

“Boss?” One of them called out and he looked at him.

“Prep the car,” he simply instructed and the man nodded without question, doing so. Jungkook turned to look at the rest. “Send me your favorite breakfast orders. I got told by such an amazing angel that I need to buy all of you food.”

They all chuckled at his words and the leader of the bodyguards there, smiled. “I’ll send you a message, sir.”

“Look after them and if she wants something, listen to her,” Jungkook pointed back at the door. “She better not get a single scratch on her body under your watch. If I even see a paper cut, your food will be eaten in front of you by another because you will be dead. Got it?”

They all nodded in synch and he hummed, getting inside his car.

You were left in silence and you took the time to sit on your couch, thinking of the events that had happened not so long ago. You slept with two out of seven of your bosses. But not slept in a sexual way, more like they cuddled you until you all went to sleep.

You couldn’t help but feel your body flush, your face feeling warm at the fact that you fell asleep on Taehyung. You remembered resting your head on his chest and knocking out, and you cursed the clinginess that came when you were tired, and the clinginess that so desperately needed to come out. You were way too touch deprived that you liked the way Taehyung and Jungkook grabbed you and took care of you. You liked holding Jimin’s hand. But you also felt bad when you remembered that they were all in a committed relationship, they didn’t need to do any of those things for you. You were pretty sure they were annoyed because no way that they would willingly do it.

“Already thinking so much very early in the day?” You jumped a little at hearing Taehyung’s voice by your ear and you turned your head to look at his figure. He smiled tiredly at you and laid down next to you on the couch, resting his head on your lap. “You two left me all alone in the very cold bed.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, playing with his hair. His eyes closed and you started braiding some strands. “Oh, Jungkook went to buy food.”

“I-” His eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing. “At this time?” You nodded and he grinned. “We’re gonna keep you. He doesn’t like going anywhere especially if he just woke up.”

“Really?” You asked him. He nodded.

“I’m surprised he even woke up early,” he continued, now mumbling since his cheek was squished against the skin of your leg and his eyes were closed because of how comfortable he felt. “He usually sleeps in if it’s a Saturday.”

You continued to watch him as he rambled on, especially about how if no one wakes him, he will not wake up. He later on continued to talk about his family, letting you know that his father was just like him in that sense. He smiled unknowingly when he spoke about his family and you smiled with him. But you immediately stood up once he started clearing his throat.

“You want some juice?”

“No, baby, I’m okay,” he muttered loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll be fine with water.”

“Okay.”

Grabbing what you needed, you tried your hardest to reach for a cup way in the back since you had some in the dirty dishes and you really didn’t want to wash dishes right now. But you really needed to remodel your home again because you were pretty sure you shrunk.

“You’re struggling a bit there,” Taehyung chuckled and you huffed, placing your hands on the counter. Getting yourself up, you immediately grabbed the cups you needed and grabbed more to send some drinks to the men outside. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’ve done this multiple times,” you waved off his worry, but he was right. Because you dropped a cup directly on the spot where you were going to place your foot on. “Ow!”

“Baby!” Taehyung exclaimed, heading towards you. You grabbed onto your foot, not without placing yourself back on the counter so you won’t hurt yourself anymore. “The day is just starting and you’re already hurt.”

“It could’ve been a lot worse,” you winced and looked away from your wound, feeling a drop of blood trailing down the bottom of your foot. He put on his shoes real quick, walking towards you. “I have a broom right next to the fridge.”

He nodded and grabbed it but your guys’ attention trailed towards the door when it was opened, a bodyguard looking around for any type of threat. He eyed your figure and hid his fear.

“We need a medical kit,” he yelled over his shoulder and he watched as Taehyung grabbed the kit away from his hands as soon as he got the object needed.

“Sir, let me—”

“No,” Taehyung waved him off, grabbing some tweezers that he and the others had used, replacing tweezer after tweezer because of the amount of times they had been hurt with glass.

You winced as soon as the coolness touched your wound. “Am I going to need stitches?” Taehyung shook his head and you let out a sigh of relief. “I should’ve listened.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Taehyung said, his eyesight stuck on your cut in order to take out the small piece of glass stuck in there. “You’re doing great, just be a bit more patient, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He smiled up at you, getting back to what he was doing. But, your guys’ silence was cut off not so long after when you heard a car door slam and the pattering of footsteps heading inside your home.

“What happened?” You both eyed Jungkook’s figure as he stood near you three. His glare traveled to his bodyguard. “I told you very clearly that if anything were to happen to her under your watch, one of you will be killed.”

“Jungkook, I’m fine,” you waved him, smiling when Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, taking out the piece that was hurting you the most. “I was going to serve Taehyung something and the cup slipped. Your guard helped him get the kit or else I would’ve been bleeding out.”

Jungkook got closer to you, hand by your cheek. “Does it hurt really bad?” You thought about it.

“It hurts a little bit.”

“Mmm, come on,” Jungkook placed his hands on your thighs and lifted you with ease, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You gulped at eyeing his tattooed arm and his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. “Taehyung will wrap it up, but in the meantime do not walk in it.”

“Deal.”

“We need to watch you at all times,” Jungkook shook his head, placing you on the couch. “You just hurt yourself.” He sighed and watched you. “Do not walk on it. You’ll have us until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You questioned and they both nodded.

“In the meantime, I need to send Jimin a picture of Jungkook carrying you,” Taehyung giggled, his fingers tapping away on his phone.

“Tae.”

“I’m innocent.”

My love ❤️: we get to take care of her

My love ❤️: now I understand why you like her

My love ❤️: and she hurt herself by accident, glass on foot

Soulmate 💕: I get it I fucked up 🥲

Soulmate 💕: she’s the best

Soulmate 💕: Jungkook likes her too look at the way he takes care of her

Soulmate 💕: poor flower :( I’ll try to talk to her in person soon. I really do miss her. Take care of her please

My love ❤️: we will don’t worry 🫶🏼

Combined Beings (xii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“What do you want, Nabi?”

Jungkook kept his composure as he stared at the woman in front of him smiling at him. He wanted to grab his gun from behind, shoot her so he won’t see her face ever again, but he had to keep you safe. He had to keep you away from Nabi’s eyesight and words because she will try to belittle you.

“Hey,” she tilted her head to the side as she looked you up and down and Jungkook stood in her way, making her stare at him with amusement, “I’m Nabi.”

“Do not talk to her,” Jungkook snapped and Nabi rolled her eyes, sitting down in front of you two. She glanced at Jungkook.

“Are you going to sit down or not?”

You watched as Jungkook’s hand reached behind him and saw the gun under the light of his office he was going to reach. You grabbed his free hand that was formed into a fist, making him stare back at you. His eyes softened at remembering he and the others promised not to display violence in front of you. He knew he had to keep everything in him in order for you to be safe. You had to be safe.

Nabi watched the interaction. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how he was protecting you, his hand finding its way to your thigh. She hurt them, wounded them, so why were they getting closer to you? Did she not leave much of an impact on them?

“I’m surprised you got access to get in,” Jungkook said, his tone calm as he gripped your thigh. You softly cleared your throat as you watched Nabi and the way she eyed you. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to visit,” the woman answered, hiding her feelings behind her lies. She turned to look at you again. “What’s your name?”

“Do not speak to her,” Jungkook sternly said and you glanced between them, knowing it was best to stay quiet unless the boys told you it was fine. You didn’t know what type of person Nabi was, they knew her better. “I’m not kidding, Nabi.”

“I’m not going to do anything, Jungkook,” she rolled her eyes. “Relax.” She looked at you again and Jungkook scoffed. “What’s your name?”

You turned to look at Jungkook and he nodded. “My name’s Y/n.”

“Are you a worker here?” She asked and Jungkook glared at her, a deadpan expression on his face to showcase that he wasn’t kidding about how he was feeling about her talking to you. She smiled in a mocking way. “It’s very cute how they protect you. Are you sleeping with them?”

You noted the way she kept smiling, dragging out words that were clearly lies. She was such a beautiful girl and if she wasn’t such a bad person, you wished you had her as a friend. In the meantime, you could only show her that her words weren’t affecting you. You couldn’t show her that you were being affected by her words and will be affected if she speaks more.

“I’m not,” you smiled a little at her, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s own so he could grip it instead of the skin of your thigh. But, he had his own thoughts as he continued gripping the flesh, hard enough for him to feel and soft enough for you to not be hurt. “I’m simply someone that got to know them.”

“Well, honey,” she got closer as if she were going to tell you a secret, “be careful. If you work for them and they find you attractive, they’ll sleep with you and try to fire you later when they’re done using you.”

Jungkook’s fingers shook as Nabi continued to speak, clearly trying her hardest to affect you and affect him.

“Jimin got closer to me first,” she went on. “He took me on friendly dates that then turned into dates, he called me pet names, protected me, and when he finally asked me out, they asked me out, too. It’s crazy, huh? To withhold such power knowing that your boyfriends, who are CEOs of the biggest company, can make anyone disappear in a flash if you ask.”

“Nabi, that’s enough,” Jungkook said, his lips then tightly pressing against one another to not let out any more words.

“I genuinely liked Jimin,” Nabi held eye-contact with you, glancing down at her freshly painted nails. “He was a good guy, a good boyfriend, but… they all started to ignore me, getting bored of me, and they will with you, too. They have one another and they have for years, they will realize soon into the relationship they don’t want you, they have enough. They’ll ignore you until you will leave.”

“Did that happen to you?” You asked and she snorted, shaking her head.

“They started ignoring me,” she answered. “I didn’t care. But, don’t let them fool you, Y/n. They’ve been in a relationship for years. They’re not gonna know how to handle a person they just met.” She eyed the way Jungkook grabbed you. “A word of advice, though, don’t let them touch you like that if you’re just their friend. That’s how they start.”

Jungkook’s hold loosened and you mentally sighed. You just fixed things with Jimin and now your overthinking was coming into play, and you knew that it will make you distance yourself.

“Get out,” Jungkook grumbled out, knowing that her words affected you. He stood up and headed towards his desk. “Get out before I call security.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nabi waved him off and she looked at you one more time. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n. It will be nice knowing you in the future.”

“You’ll never see her again, Nabi,” Jungkook didn’t spare her a glance as he spoke, but he did arch an eyebrow once she turned her head to eye him. She rolled her eyes.

“Be careful with them,” Nabi spoke loudly as she walked away, “they have never dated anyone that has your body shape.”

The door closed behind her as she walked out and the only thing heard was yours and Jungkook’s breathing. He looked at you but your eyesight was on your fingers, fidgeting with them.

“Y/n,” he breathed out but you shook your head and smiled a little at him, hoping not to worry him too much.

“I’ll get going,” you said, standing up. He walked towards you. “I have dinner with Ari and her mom and I can’t miss that dinner. I’ve missed enough.”

“Don’t listen to her,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand. You smiled sadly at him.

“It’s hard not to, Jungkook,” you said under your breath, knowing he understood you by the look on his face. You dropped his hand and walked away, hearing him sigh.

The person who talked to you was Nabi. Nabi their ex-girlfriend. The one who hurt them. So, why were her words getting to you? Because you knew that no one would like you because of your weight? Because you knew that men in South Korea preferred those who fit the beauty standards? It’s hard when someone tells you that you can’t have what you want after your friends have told you the opposite.

“Flower, you okay?”

Too into your thoughts, you had waited until the elevator’s doors opened, waiting for your turn, that you hadn’t noticed Jimin in front of you. He stared at you with a look of concern, worried.

“Don’t worry about me,” you mumbled, keeping a smile on your face. His brows were furrowed, fully knowing your words were lies. “I have to cancel our plans. I just… I hope you understand.”

He couldn’t say much but, he watched as you kept your gaze on the floor, pressing the button to the floor you worked on, and then the doors closing right in front of his face. He turned to look at Jungkook’s assistant who looked anywhere but him.

“Who was here?” He sternly asked and the woman looked at the papers in front of her.

“A woman named Nabi.”

That’s all he needed to hear to know that something went wrong. He hurried towards Jungkook’s office, opening it, and heading inside. He closed the door behind him and saw that Jungkook was sitting by his desk, face burried in his palms.

“What happened?” Jimin questioned and Jungkook sighed loudly. “Your assistant just told me Nabi was here.”

“She was,” Jungkook said, leaning back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. “She told her all these horrible things. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t defend us.”

Jimin couldn’t say anything, either. But, he walked towards Jungkook and hugged him, knowing that was all he needed.

They stayed in the position they were in for 20 minutes or so, having headed towards the couch, before the door open, the others pouring in. Jin came in first, followed by Namjoon, followed by Taehyung, and followed by Yoongi and Hoseok. Jin was seething, especially by the way the tips of his ears glistened with red and the way his eyes looked everywhere for the certain figure of the woman who hurt them.

“Where’s Y/n?” Yoongi asked, remembering from Taehyung’s words that you had been taken away by Jungkook.

“She left,” Jimin said, eyeing the clock and knowing that you already left the building. “Jungkook said Nabi told her some things.”

“I told you we should’ve killed her as soon as we caught her in the act!” Jin exclaimed, running a hand over his hair before taking off his blazer. “She’s not going to let any of us, any of you, be happy with Y/n. This is a good example on why we should’ve killed her.”

“I agree with Jin,” Yoongi piped in, nodding his head along the man’s words. Hoseok hummed in agreement, too.

“I don’t have any feelings for her and she deserves it.”

“Yeah and it’s a shitty one,” Namjoon said, giving them glares. “We cannot kill her just because she did us wrong. That’s not the type of people we are.”

“She’s done worse, Namjoon,” Jin argued and he sighed. “You know what? Fine. But, this time, I’m going to talk to Y/n. You assholes need to think about this and how Nabi is going to ruin anything you all want with her.”

He walked away and everyone stared after him, silence consuming them once they realized what his words. Namjoon sighed.

“Nabi didn’t just hurt us,” he started, glancing at each one of their faces. “She stole from other people. Single mother’s, homeless people, whichever. We’ve been focusing way too much on how she’s wronged us, we didn’t realize that her actions have impacted others very harshly.”

“I’ll call who we know that if they see her to bring her to us,” Yoongi spoke, grabbing his phone before leaving the room. The others then turned to look at Namjoon again as he was going to start orders.

“In the meantime,” he said, staring at Jungkook, “what did she tell y/n?”

“She started off by saying that since she’s someone who works for us and if we find her attractive,” everyone listened to Jungkook’s words very closely, “we’ll sleep with her and try to fire her later when we’re “done using her”. She just went on a rant about how she needs to be careful letting us touch her if we’re just going to keep her a friend and even said she’ll see her in the future.”

“I want to kill her,” those words escaped from Jimin’s lips, a serious expression on his face as his chest heaved up and down to calm himself.

“This is where y/n changed,” Jungkook went on. He took a deep breath. “Nabi told her that she needs to be careful because we’ve never never dated anyone that has her body shape.”

The silence was deafening. If anyone listened too closely, they would hear a pin dropping. If anything, they could hear the emotions bubbling in each one of them, especially Jimin.

Jimin was seriously going to kill Nabi. He was going to kill her if no one stopped him right then and there and held him back. He was going to kill her. He really was.

Taehyung immediately went to grab him from behind, noticing his change of features and attitude. “You need to hold yourself, Jimin.”

“She can’t be far,” Jimin scoffed, referring to Nabi. “I need my gun.”

While the boys calmed Jimin down, Jin was on his way to your house. It took a bit of convincing from Yoongi (he made him tell him “please” and then he would get the address) but Jin successfully got it. It wasn’t that far from your house.

When he came to see the house with the right numbers, he eyed the amount of plants littered on the front. There were even some cats eating some food obviously left out for them. He walked right up the stairs, fixing the sleeves of his shirt before knocking on the wooden door.

“What are you doing here?” He turned his head to the side and saw you there, holding some plants in your hand. Your professional clothes were long gone and you were wearing some shorts and a shirt that Jungkook had left behind. His guards immediately their guns at you and you glanced at them, groaning under your breath. “I’m the owner of this house.”

Jin watched you, nodding his head at the ones taking care of his back. But, he remembered you had talked to him. “I just wanted to come by and see you.” You frowned out of confusion and nodded your head slowly.

“Well, now you saw me and you can leave,” you walked off and he stared at you with a mouth agape. He quickly followed after you. “Who even gave you my address? I specified that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he waved you off but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving forward. “We need to talk.” You have him a deadpan look and he continued. “Jungkook mentioned that Nabi talked to you.”

“Ah, yes,” you breathed out and you continued to do your thing. You got on your knees and looked up at him. “If you expect me to answer to you, you can help me.”

He thought about it and he went with it once he knew he couldn’t catch your attention. So he too got on his knees, his pants and hands getting dirty. He helped you plant some things you needed, glancing at you once in a while once he saw you were obviously thinking about something.

“Nabi… is not a great person,” Jin started and when you looked at him, he dodged your eyes once he felt your stare. “It was true what I told you at the restaurant by the way. How it ended, I do feel sorry about that.” Now it was your turn to ignore his gaze. “You shouldn’t feel hurt by her words or whatever she told you. That’s her goal, that’s what she intends to do.”

“What hurt the most is that…” You debated whether you should be honest with him. “I’m not the standard. I’m not. I don’t normally feel insecure, but it’s just bullying after bullying as if my body shape isn’t normal to have.” He watched as you stopped what you were doing, taking a seat. “Nabi is beautiful, she is. She’s insanely beautiful and I understand why the guys fell for her, I would even fall for her.”

He chuckled lowly and nodded his head slowly. “Good to know.”

“It’s just hard,” you admitted, letting out a sigh. “Sometimes it’s hard to live here when even my own mother criticizes my own body or I can’t go somewhere by myself or a guy tries to grab my ass. I’m either sexualized or hated on. It’s hard.”

“And Nabi didn’t help?”

“I fell for Jimin,” you admitted, chuckling sarcastically as you found the situation ironic. “For everyone. Well, except you… You’ve done nothing but hurt my feelings.”

He looked at the way your cheeks heated up and he placed a hand on your arm. “You’ve done nothing but been nice to me and I apologize for hurting you when you only wanted to get to know me.” You watched as he leaned against his hands. “It’s hard taking care of 6 boys whose hearts have been broken by a girl who had just come into our relationship. It’s scary to know how easily they can get hurt by other people brought into our relationship, and it’s up to me to take care of us because I can handle heartbreak.”

“You were protecting them from me?” You asked and he hummed.

“I didn’t know your intentions, and I know it’s not a right excuse,” he snorted and continued, “but they become attached very easily. Their hearts are kind and it’s funny since, you know… what we do for work.” You chuckled at his words. “But, I needed to be there to keep them in check, to let them know that they’ve been hurt and they shouldn’t make the same mistake as before work Nabi.”

“We could’ve talked,” you whispered to him and he nodded.

“I know,” he mumbled. “But it’s hard for me to express my own emotions since I’m always so focused on the others emotions. I don’t really care for mine.”

You eyed his sensitivity and the way he couldn’t make eye contact with you. He was fidgeting with his fingers, nervous and anxious.

“It’s going to be a long road of me forgiving you,” you admitted and he nodded, “but I’m willing to start a new friendship with you.”

His head snapped towards you and a small smile tainted his lips. He took out a dirty hand and you did, too, shaking his.

“Now,” he started, looking around, “why are you planting when the sun is setting?”

You snickered. “When I get stressed or I’m just angry, I just plant. Plants are very much alive but, at least, they don’t have mouths to piss me off even more or to make me more anxious.”

“Are you the type of person to compliment them?”

“I-” You immediately sat up. “They grow more! Do not judge. If I want to call them pretty, they shall be called pretty. I will give them all the praise if they need that in order to grow.”

He chuckled at your defense. “Good to know. I’ll make sure to buy you more plants then?” You raised an eyebrow his way. “I have a lot of money, I can give you any type of plants. Just tell me which ones you want and I’ll buy them for you?”

“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded.

“As long as we plant them together, it seems calming,” he answered and you smiled at this new him. You were just happy now he was opening up to him. “But, I also wanted to add… You’re honestly beautiful, Y/n. I’m serious. Nabi is pretty on the outside, but she’s nothing but trash in the inside. You are beautiful on the outside and inside and that’s what makes you stand out. I speak for the boys, but they’ll choose you over her any day and any time.”

You smiled a bit bigger at his words. “Thanks, Jin. But, if my feelings ever make you feel uncomfortable, I will stop hanging out with them. Just tell me the word.”

He laughed at your expression, so serious. “Y/n, I’m not worried. If anything, it would be a privilege to fall for you.”

You noted the way his gaze didn’t stray away this time you looked at him. “I promise I won’t hurt them and I won’t hurt you.” He simply looked at you and you couldn’t look away, either. You couldn’t. “Thank you for being here.”

“I will take it as long as you go to dinner with Jimin tomorrow. He’s mad at what Nabi told you.”

You smiled at his words and nodded. “I’ll call him later tonight while I make you dinner.”

“I’ll help you.”

Combined Beings (xiii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNING IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Dinner tonight?”

You turned to look at Ari as she spoke but you smiled a little at her. “I have dinner with Jimin later. If you want, you can come over tomorrow, watch movies, and just catch up. I miss you and I’m sorry.”

Ari chuckled at your expression. “Yeah, we need to catch up. We’ve been so busy and you,” she flicked your arm, “don’t need to apologize. I’m just happy getting your attention tomorrow.”

You shook your head at her word’s and continued doing your work, your phone buzzing here and there, knowing that the rest are probably trying to get your attention since Jin took it yesterday.

It was during the night that Hoseok had called, taking away your attention from Jin who was messily cutting away the vegetables needed for your noodles in order to make you laugh.

Let’s just say, they were all a little jealous at not being there and witnessing your shenanigans in person. You and Jin laughed and laughed and even Jimin and Jungkook had grabbed their keys in order to leave their house, going to head to yours, if it weren’t for Namjoon stopping them, claiming that you and Jin needed time alone to bond more. They agreed. So that’s why your phone kept buzzing and you didn’t mind it, it just made you work even harder so you’ll have the chance to message them back.

“And your desk is over here. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask me or anyone here.”

You and Ari both turn around at hearing your friend’s voice, coming to find Eunji talking with a man who bowed to her. His back was faced towards you two, but it didn’t stray away the fact that the back of his head was attractive.

When Eunji was heading towards her office, you and Ari glanced at one another before chasing after her.

“Who is that?” Ari asked as soon as you two got inside her office and Eunji looked at the two of you with an amused look, hanging up the phone she was just using. “Is that Dae-something?”

“Daeseong, Ari,” Eunji chuckled and nodded her head. “Yep, it’s him. He looks even more attractive in person than he did on photo.”

You three glanced at the man whose head turned around during the exact same time your eyes landed on him.

“He’s fucking hot!” Ari exclaimed in a hushed voice and you chuckled at your friend’s words.

“He’s cute,” you nodded your head a little, not finding any interest in the man. But, you couldn’t not admit he was attractive because he was.

“I want him,” Ari admitted and you and Eunji raised your eyebrows at her words. “I said what I said and I stand by it. He’s handsome.”

While your friend went on a tangent about wanting the poor man who didn’t know what was coming to him, Eunji looked at you.

“Mr. Park wants to see you by the way,” she said, glancing at her computer. “Says you’re not responding to your messages so he called me before you two chased after me.”

“I’ll be right back then,” you smiled at them, heading towards the elevator so you could come back and finish work while listening to Ari fan over the new worker.

As you made it to Jimin’s floor in a matter of time, you went into his office and came to see him talking to Jin and Jungkook, who smiled at you.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin stepped closer to you, kissing your forehead.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook stepped in next, kissing your head. You smiled back at the two before waving at Jin enthusiastically, turning to stare at Jimin as he spoke.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he explained, “figured you were busy so I called Eunji and told her to tell you to come up when you’re free. I didn’t think she’d do it as soon as I hung up.”

You chuckled. “We had went inside her office when she told me that’s why. But what did you need?”

“We actually have a present for you,” Jin spoke, sitting on the chair in front of Jimin’s desk, a smile still on his lips. You frowned.

“For me?”

“Yes, you, dummy,” Jimin snorted, a teasing smile on his own lips. He grabbed your hand and stuck his hand out towards Jungkook, who passed him something they hid from you. He looked back at you and kept his smile, placing a cold object on your skin. “We all have the same bracelet, wanted us all to have something matching. But, because of our line of work, we all promised to keep you out of danger so, the bracelet has a tracking device. Though, if you feel uncomfortable, we will take it out.”

It was your turn to smile at their gesture, eyeing the piece of the jewelry. “As much as I want to scold you all for spoiling me, I really appreciate it. I’m fine with the tracking device, too.”

Jimin’s smile reached his eyes and he patted your hand. “I’m happy you like it, flower.” He glanced at Jin. “Also, Jin told me that you two had fun yesterday.”

“We did!” You happily said. “We gardened together and then we were feeding stray cats. I wanted to make him food in order so he could feel comfortable, but he wanted to help so, I let him.”

“You two are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded before glancing at the time. “Okay, I have to go. I have to continue some more documents while listening to Ari talk about the new worker and how handsome he is, so wish me luck.”

“New worker?” Jimin questioned, a frown forming on his face. You nodded again, unaware of what your words were doing to him and Jungkook. “Handsome?”

“He’s a bit handsome,” you admitted, still naive to the feelings coursing through Jimin and Jungkook’s bodies. “But, anyway, I’ll see you here during lunch or, do you want me to meet you over there?”

“Meet me over there, flower,” Jimin gave you an uptight smile, hiding his jealousy behind his words. “I have everything set up and my guards will be waiting for you in the main lobby. When you head to my restaurant, they already know who you are and they will take you to the table. That okay?”

“Yep,” you replied before turning around and heading towards the door. “Please don’t be too late. I don’t like being alone in a place you all know but I don’t. It makes it more intimidating and makes me more anxious.”

Jimin only gave you his usual smile. “I’ll be there, baby.” He didn’t seem to realize the new nickname he called you. “Don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You hummed before waving, closing the door behind you. As soon as the three heard the door shut, they all turned to look at one another.

“Who hired the new guy?” Jungkook immediately asked. “I know for a fact it wasn’t neither of us.”

“Isn’t Namjoon in charge of choosing some new workers?” Jin questioned, making Jimin and Jungkook sigh in synch. “Wait, no. It was me. My bad.”

“Is he really attractive?” Jimin eyed Jin who thought about it and nodded very slowly. A sigh immediately fell from his lips. “If he tries anything with her, I’ll kill him. I’m not even joking.”

“You can’t exactly be jealous,” Jin pointed out, causing the youngest to look away from his gaze, knowing pretty much he would be intensely staring at them. “She’s not yours.”

“He’s right,” Jungkook breathed out. “We can’t exactly be jealous of a guy just because she claimed he was a bit handsome. She’s not ours.”

“She will be,” Jimin said, looking away from their gazes. “I’m planning on finally telling her tonight about my feelings. I can’t just see her without wanting to kiss her or literally get on my knees and tell her that whatever she says, I’ll do.”

“I understand that,” Jungkook nodded in agreement. “I swear, I want to buy her every ring or any type of jewelry. It’s become an issue. I can’t even take Tae with me because he feels the exact same way.”

“I’ll tell her tonight,” Jimin shakily let out before chuckling humorously. “I kill people and here I am, nervous about admitting my feelings.”

“Just do it right,” Jin hummed, advising him. “But don’t fuck it up either and you can’t let her down. Be there.”

Jimin nodded and he thought about the events that he wished will happen. He also thought about events that he wishes won’t happen, like you denying your own feelings and telling him you don’t feel the same.

When you appeared on your floor, you headed towards your desk where Ari was staring at the new worker. You chuckled and shook your head at her actions before sitting down.

“Stop staring at the poor guy,” you softly slapped your friends arm. She shook her head. “He just came in today and you can’t stop staring at him. I’m pretty sure he can feel your stare.”

“Good, I want him to stare at me once.”

You continued to laugh a little at your friend, turning to continue working on your computer. It wasn’t long, though, before Ari eyed the new piece of jewelry adorning your wrist.

“What?” You smiled once you saw her teasing smirk.

“They really called you up to give you jewelry,” she said. “They like you so much, it’s sickening and cute at the same time.”

“It’s so pretty,” you mumbled, playing with the bracelet. But your words fell to deaf ears once someone cleared their throat behind you. You and Ari turned around and came to face your new handsome co-worker. You smiled a bit. “Hi, Daeseong, right?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yep. Y/n and Ari, right?” You and Ari looked at him confusedly after he told you your names. “Oh, sorry, Eunji talked about you two and how I should ask you two for some questions if any.”

“Oh,” you dragged out the word before a small smile tilted on your lips. “Okay, then! What did you need to ask?”

“Um, I’m having trouble accessing the documents needed for this week,” he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I don’t have anything coming up on the website.”

“Let me help you,” Ari immediately stood up, heading towards his desk. But he looked at you one more time, causing you to frown with a smile still on your lips, goosebumps appearing on your arms in an unpleasant way.

He walked away before smiling at you, bowing his head. He gave you one more glance but the way he kept glancing at you made you feel uncomfortable, the pit of your stomach burning with such an iffy feeling.

You shook your head to snap out of it before going back to do your work, wishing that time went by quickly so you could spend time with Jimin.

And much to your luck, time went by very quickly.

When you walked towards the main lobby and saw Jimin’s guards, about to head towards them, you were stopped by the same figure who made you uncomfortable not so long ago.

“Hi?” You questioned as Daeseong smiled at you, holding onto his bag. “Did you need anything?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded his head out of response. “I was wondering if…” he seemed to struggle letting out his words, “if Ari is seeing anyone since you two are friends.”

“She is single,” you smiled, feeling a bit relaxed but still having that feeling. You glanced at Jimin’s guards and they spotted you, heading your way. “But, I have to go. It was nice meeting you!”

You walked away but his hand reached for your wrist, stopping you. Jimin’s head guard immediately stepped in, taking away his hand from you. Daeseong eyed the guards before turning to look at you again, a smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry,” he backed away. “Just ask Ari if you can send me her number. I want to get to know her better.”

“She comes early for work so you can ask her then,” you gently told him, feeling less anxious now that you knew someone that Jimin trusted was by your side. “I would ask her right now but I have to go somewhere. Though, it was nice to meet you! See you.”

You walked away hurriedly with the guard and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, miss?”

“Do you get a weird feeling from him?” You asked, frown deepening more as you glanced at the figure over your shoulder, seeing him standing there, watching you.

“I do,” the guard nodded and you remembered his name as Jae, knowing that Jimin had called him that over the phone. “I’ll let Mr. Park know about his new employee.”

You hummed and he and the others led you to the car waiting for you. You went in after he opened the door and he headed towards his seat in the front.

Heading towards Jimin’s restaurant, you let out a sigh, worried now about why you were feeling that way about Daeseong even though he’d only been there for a couple of hours.

But you waved it off, shaking your head to get rid of his face from your mind.

You cleared your throat, looking down at your hands. You eyed the jewelry that was given and relaxed a little, breathing in and out.

“We will take you inside, Ms. Y/n,” Jae spoke, glancing at you. You looked at him. “Mr. Park doesn’t want us to leave you.”

“Thank you.”

As you arrived at Serendipity, you got helped out of the car like Jimin usually does. You headed inside the restaurant, ignoring the looks of those waiting outside for their turn.

You got taken to the table for you and Jimin and you continued to block out the stares of men and women situated in their own reserved tables. You sighed and rubbed your palms on your thighs, hoping to calm down your jittering hands.

“Hello,” a waiter appeared and you smiled at noticing that they seemed a bit calmer than usual. “Mr. Park wanted you to try this dish while he comes here so you won’t wait for too long.”

You nodded and got served a plate. “Thank you.”

But you sat there after a while, looking down at your phone to glance at the time. And you sat there and sat there, sighs escaping your lips once in a while, until a fight broke out. A couple against another couple, fists and slaps thrown here and there until security had to step in. But for your sake and safety, Jae and another guard came to get you.

“We need to go,” he rapidly told you. You nodded and got out of the booth and were back to being surrounded by security. “Mr. Park isn’t answering. Guards went to check on him so I have to wait for a response to know he’s okay. I’m sure he didn’t mean to be late.”

“I hope so,” you breathed out and got inside the car, staring at the restaurant and the people kicked out.

They drove off and headed towards your house, making sure to leave a couple of men behind to keep watch as they eyed a man not so far staring into your home.

There was too much going on and you were worn out, mentally and physically. You just needed Jungkook and Taehyung, who always were there to make sure you were okay while talking about their childhood.

“Hello?” Jungkook answered as soon as the phone rang.

“Hi, Jungkook.”

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, a smile on his face as he remembered Jimin’s words and how he was going to admit his feelings to you. “How was your date with Jimin?”

“Well, he didn’t show up,” you admitted and there was a pause, his breathing not even heard. “Is he okay?”

“He didn’t show up?”

“No,” you shook your head before shrugging. “I mean, I don’t mind as long as he’s okay. I had to be taken out of the restaurant, though, because a fight broke out and I don’t know if Jimin might’ve appeared.”

“A fight?” He frowned, his face hardening at the thought of you hurt. “Did you get hurt?” He let out a sigh of relief, though, when you let out a small ‘no’ at his question. “Okay, then. I’ll head over. Taehyung is… dealing with some business so it’ll be me. That okay?” You hummed. “Okay. I’ll let you know what happened to Jimin as soon as I hear what happened, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, baby,” he hurried to put on a shirt and putting on his shoes, slipping them on while the other hand held his phone. “I’ll be there in a bit. Make sure the guards are taking care of—”

A buzz made you pull your phone away from your ear, a number appearing. You would’ve ignored it if it weren’t for the name after.

You opened it, ignoring Jungkook’s calls for you.

And there it was, a message from the dearest Nabi. A simple, “Heyy, Jimin let me know you had a date today but, I had to keep him behind for some stuff. Hope that’s okay :)” made your chest hurt.

“So,” you spoke, your throat closing up and you cursed yourself for feeling so emotional. Jimin could do as he pleased, “Nabi just texted me saying that Jimin is with her.”

There was silence again and Jungkook let out a harsh sigh. “I’ll be there asap.”

He hung up and you ignored the message, getting to cleaning some parts of your house as a way to distract yourself. You couldn’t let Nabi get the satisfaction that her message hurt you in a way. Jimin isn’t yours. Yes, you like him, but it wasn’t something that you should let affect you.

So when Jungkook comes over, you’ll cuddle with him and watch movies and go to sleep, maybe order out.

“Miss,” the door opened and you saw Jae there, a stoic expression on his face. “Mr. Jeon advised us to keep you some company inside so no one will get in.”

You nodded and continued cleaning, his presence not bothering you in the slightest, but the silence was indeed bothering you.

“Mr. Jae,” you spoke, “do you have a family?”

He was caught off-guard by you speaking to him but he nodded. “I do. I have a wife and two kids, a 15-year-old girl and a 12-year-old boy.”

You smiled as he answered your question, and then did you create small conversation with him, getting go know the one who took care of all the boys, rotating between the 7 and today, it was Jimin.

You two continued to talk, getting to know the personal life of the man and eyeing the way he seemed to lighten up when he spoke about his wife and kids.

A knock broke you two out of your thoughts and mid-convo and Jungkook and Namjoon walked in, heading your way, and you waved at Jae as he walked out, giving you three privacy. But, Namjoon had stopped him, wanting details as to what happened, and they both went outside.

Jungkook hugged you as soon as he reached you, his hands traveling down the back of your legs to prop you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow, yeah?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you. Whatever you want.”

You chuckle and shook your head. “Stop spoiling me.”

“But, my love language is gift giving,” he whined a little and you snorted. “It will make me happy. Don’t you like it when I’m happy?”

“You can’t use that against me,” you groan, pulling away as he placed you back on the floor. He smirked at you and then did you give in, trying so hard not to eye the way the shirt he was wearing hugged him so tightly and his arms flexed simultaneously as he still had them wrapped around your waist. “Fine. I’ll let you spoil me if… I get to give you gifts, too.”

He smiled in satisfaction, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs rubbing the skin.

“Deal. We’ll go tomorrow.”

You two stood there for a few seconds before Namjoon came back from being outside. He looked like he had been woken up, face swollen, and hair disheveled.

“I’m sorry for Jimin leaving you alone, beautiful,” Namjoon said, hugging you next. You hugged him and you had to ignore the way you could feel his muscles under the shirt, too, relishing in the warmth of his body. “We tried calling him but he hasn’t responded. We have to wait until he comes home, which you’re doing. You’re coming home with me.”

“I-” You looked at him with a confused. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I want you to be better protected tonight,” Namjoon answered. “All of the things that have been happening, they shouldn’t be a coincidence. Nabi, the restaurant, the person staring at you outside. You’re coming with us so we could protect you more, okay?”

You sighed and nodded slowly. “Okay.” You, however, thought back to your co-worker. “Wait, what about the new person working in my division?”

“What about him?” Jungkook immediately stood straight at the mention of the man.

“It’s just… I get a bad feeling about him. He stopped me from leaving to tell him if Ari is single or not. When I tried to leave, he grabbed me until Jae had to step in.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Jungkook breathed out, running a hand over his hair. “I told you, double background check.”

Namjoon glanced at Jungkook before eyeing you. “Hey, I’ll check in on him, again, okay? But I can’t promise you anything. I’ll up your security. You’re going to need it, especially since you’ve been seen hanging out with us.”

“This is all just overwhelming,” you admitted and they both nodded, agreeing that if they were in your shoes, they, too, would be incredibly overwhelmed.

“Listen, let just go and grab anything you need, okay? We’ll take you to work and we’ll drop you off wherever you need.”

You nodded and went to grab your things, heading towards the two as soon as everything was packed securely in your bag.

It wasn’t long before you made it to their home. You were shocked per se, as their house was huge, especially the garden they had. The gate in front was heavily guarded by so many men. You were shocked but you were also heavily tired so you left off the comments out of awe for later.

You don’t remember much but you got taken to a room, where Jungkook had carried you in, laying by your side. Namjoon had also stayed, his body much more warmer than Jungkook’s.

When Jimin came home, he was fuming. He was angry and it was with Nabi and himself.

“Where have you been?” Hoseok asked as soon as he eyed the person coming into view in the living room. “You left Y/n alone.”

“Nabi threatened to kill her,” Jimin spat out, taking off his blazer in an angry matter and throwing it against the couch harshly. “I had to stay behind while she spoke all this shit and saying she knows where she lives and that if I left to be with her, she already had someone in my restaurant looking for her.”

“Where’s Nabi?” Hoseok asked as Jimin continued to throw off everything out of rage. “Jimin.”

“I killed her,” Jimin replied. “I had to. She fucking ruined everything I had planned just because she believed she still owns us? Yeah, I wasn’t going to let her live. Not when she threaten Y/n and you guys.”

“Where’s her body?” Hoseok questioned, standing up as he prepared to make sure no evidence was left behind.

“It’s in the back of the car I came in,” Jimin said, fists clenching and unclenching. “It’s still in the front.”

Hoseok nodded before he looked at Jimin. “If you explain the situation to Y/n, she won’t be mad. But, let her know it had nothing to do with her.”

“I’ll go tomorrow to her house.”

“She’s actually here,” Jimin’s head snapped towards Hoseok who was already heading out. “She’s sleeping with Namjoon and Jungkook. Try to convince one of them to switch places with you.”

“I will.”

Combined Beings (xiii.v)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Jimin.”

Silence

“Jimin.”

Another beat of silence.

“Jimin!”

Said man groaned at coming back to consciousness, swatting away the person at fault who was trying to wake him up from his sleep. He snuggled his head closer to the pillow by his face and was falling back asleep if it weren’t for the fact that his blanket was taken off.

“What?” He snapped, looking at the culprit. Taehyung stood there, glaring at him for his attitude. “I’m sorry. What’s wrong?”

“We have the day off today,” Taehyung told him, sitting on the edge of the bed while he faced him. A sigh escaped his lips as Hoseok words lingered in his head. “So, Hobi told me what happened.”

Jimin groaned as he sat up, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the gaps of the curtains. “Fucking Nabi got on my nerves, threatened to kill flower if we were even seen going out with her. She deserved it.”

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head. “I believe so, too. But, hopefully, you did it when nobody was in the building?” Jimin nodded. “Okay. In the meantime, I’m sure you have to apologize to someone in the garden.”

“She’s still here?” Jimin breathed out and Taehyung nodded. “Why didn’t you start with that one, Tae? I need to apologize.”

“You immediately gave me attitude!” Taehyung retorted with a loud tone, a scoff escaping his lips as he watched Jimin’s hands splattered with dots of blood. “wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that she was still here. If you kept giving me attitude, I would’ve gone back out there and cuddled the shit out of her, which reminds me…”

Taehyung glanced at Jimin before running out of the room, heading towards you. Jimin stared after his retreating figure, rolling his eyes and going to the bathroom to shower to get rid of the blood still stained on his skin. He would’ve showered last night but as soon as he saw his bed, his body landed on it and then did he fall into a deep slumber.

Now, though, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He hasn’t stopped. Not when Nabi threatened to kill, not then could he stop thinking about you. He loved thinking about you.

“You guys have such a beautiful garden,” you breathed out, watching the greenery in front of you since Jin decided to show you it. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“Want to help me?” Jin brought up some garden tools and knowing that you two loved the feeling of dirt, he didn’t dare bring gloves. Not right now. “Come on.”

You smiled and followed after him, getting to business.

Jimin finally headed towards the kitchen where everyone was silently eating, laughter heard from afar and the sound made his head snap towards where it came from.

He got closer and stood by the door leading to the garden, eyeing you and Jin as the two of you laughed in synch. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he admired the way the sun illuminated you both, smiles shining even brighter.

“She looks so beautiful, huh?” Jungkook appeared next to him and Jimin hummed. “You not being there hurt her, you know?” Jim stayed quiet as Jungkook continued to speak. “Namjoon and I had to bring her back here because someone was watching her home and some people fought in your restaurant when she was alone.”

“I know, Nabi let me know they worked with her,” Jimin frowned at the mention of you being in danger. This was another reason as to why he was grateful for the fact he killed Nabi. “Did you find out who the people were?”

“They’re being brought in.”

Jimin nodded before he looked at you again, his frown still evident as he mentally beat himself up for not being there for you. He should’ve been there. You would’ve been much safer and he would’ve been able to kill those who made you feel in danger and even put you in danger.

Jin glanced at him, noticing that he was thinking hard while his eyes were set on yours. He stood up from beside you, excusing himself, and heading towards the youngest.

“This is your chance now to fix your mistake,” Jin softly glared at Jimin who didn’t need to be told twice, already making his way to you as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

“Baby,” he mumbled, catching your attention. You looked at him as soon as you heard his voice and he could tell that you didn’t feel like talking to him by the way you paid attention to the flowers more than him. “Flower, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know why I’m mad at you,” you muttered, gaze stuck on the flowers in front of you. “It hurt so much that after we made up, we wanted to go out, and I don’t get a single message from you when I waited for hours. Instead, I get a message from Nabi telling me you’re with her after Jungkook let you know what she told me. It’s almost as if her words came true.”

He stared at the way you didn’t dare look at him. He sighed. “Baby… I had to kill Nabi.” You stopped your movements. “I wouldn’t have told you but, I need to explain why I wasn’t there with you and was with her instead.” You still hadn’t moved. He took it as his chance to continue. “She threatened to kill you if we hung out with you and that’s why a fight broke out in my club and why there was someone in front of your house. She had her people look after you.”

“She wanted to kill me?” You breathed out, a frown now appearing on your face.

“If I hadn’t killed her, she would’ve killed you first,” Jimin explained before he grabbed your dirty hands, making you turn to him. “She found your phone number because she had found it on the work website, which reminds me that I need to tell Hobi to get rid of that. We can’t have you in danger now, can we?”

“Does she have any family?” Jimin shook his head at your question and you couldn’t help but still feel bad for the woman. “That’s… sad.”

Jimin hummed before he placed a hand on your cheek. “I am sorry. I was looking forward for our date and just to hang out with you and spend time with you. Nabi ruined everything I had planned because… We just need to talk tonight. Me and you, okay?”

“Okay, Jimin, I forgive you,” you smiled at him and he smiled, too, leaning in to give you a kiss on the forehead. But, your smile wiped from your face when you remembered something. “Actually, I can’t tonight. I have a “date” with Ari. She wanted to hang out yesterday but, I told her I had lunch with you.”

“Why don’t you invite her over?” Jimin suggested, shrugging his shoulders. “We have a movie theater or I can give you my card so you can go to the mall.”

Your eyes slightly widened at his words and shook your head. “I am not taking your card.”

“I’ll just give it to Ari because I know she’s a great friend who’d want you to spoil yourself,” Jimin chuckled and you gave him a playful glare. “I’m being serious. You’re taking it.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, I’m calling Ari,” Jimin said, grabbing his phone. You looked at him confusedly and he hid his smile, “and I have her phone number.”

You gasped before trying to get rid of the phone. As it rang, Jimin looked at Jungkook who came over. “Jin wanted me to—”

“Grab her hand so I can tell Ari something!” Jimin rushed out and Jungkook nodded, hands coming to grab yours from behind. A single hand held both your wrists while the other slithered around your waist.

“Be still, baby,” he mumbled in your ear and you followed his words, both of you listening to Jimin.

“Hey, Ari, it’s Jimin,” he smirked at you as you stayed quiet, knowing that arguing would make him spoil you more. “Mr. Park? Yes, it’s me… I’m calling because I want to take flower out but she let me know she has plans with you… No, I’m not stealing her, no, you know what? I am! But, I’m willing to make you an offer.”

“Is he trying to spoil you?” Jungkook whispered in your ear and you nodded, listening. “Good.”

“I want her to spoil herself,” Jimin continued, “and I told her that she can take you to the mall or bring you here to our house. But, if you do go to the mall, you will be given my card… Yes, it’s a black card… You want to talk to her? Okay.” He innocently smiled at you. “It’s for you.”

Jungkook let go of your hands, but still kept the one around your waist as you grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Get the black card!” Your friend automatically yelled. “It’s a once in a lifetime and It’s time for you to spend some money on yourself since you always spend money on me.”

“It makes me feel like I’m using them, though,” you mumbled and the two men glanced at one another before looking at you.

“Babe, they know you’re not using them,” Ari reassured you. “They know that. They’re offering and that means they want to spoil you. They wouldn’t have called me if they don’t want you to spoil yourself using their money.”

You sighed and looked at Jimin from under your lashes, shaking your head. “Fine… Call Eunji, too. That woman needs a shopping spree.”

“On it.”

“Tell them they need to come here,” Jimin said, making you pause. “My security will take you and be with you. We have to be careful still. We don’t know if there’s more people who Nabi hired.”

You nodded and Ari hummed. “Jimin said to tell you and Eunji to come to their house, he’s going to send the address, because security is going to take us and be with us.”

“Oh, my God,” Ari breathed out, “we’re going to have security come with us…?”

“Yes.”

“We’re gonna look so intimidating!” Ari exclaimed and Jungkook, who was still behind you, heard her loud voice. “Okay, okay. Eunji said she’s down and we’re gonna get there in a bit. I’ll get ready. Bye! Love you! And let Mr. Park know I said thank you.”

She hung up before you could let out a single word and passed the phone to Jimin. “Thank goodness I packed clothes.”

“I mean,” Jungkook spoke with a teasing tone, “you could’ve borrowed some of my clothes. Jin told me how you were wearing my shirt and even sent a picture. I loved it.”

Your face heated up and Jimin chuckled, watching as you immediately walked away towards the kitchen. “I’m going to go eat and then get ready…”

Jungkook smirked to himself as he saw your retreating figure, eyes raking themselves up and down. “If you don’t admit your feelings, I will. I can’t stand not being able to kiss her and feel everything.”

“No, I’ll confess first,” Jimin playfully pushed him before their pushing turned into trying to see who dropped who on the ground first. “I want to go eat with her!”

“You could never compare to how warm she is when we cuddle,” Jungkook smiled, playing with his lip ring as Jimin continued to push him. “Also, what happened to Nabi’s body?”

“Hobi burnt it,” Jimin answered and they both completely stopped in their tracks during that moment. “He was awake when I let him know what I had done so he dealt with it.”

“Also,” Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, breathing in and out a little as he bit his bottom lip, “we need to deal with the new worker.”

“Why?” Jimin furrowed his brows.

“He touched her,” Jungkook explained, the two of them eyeing you as you spoke with Yoongi and Hoseok, laughing with them as you three shared food. “When she tried to leave, he grabbed her wrist, wouldn’t let go until Jae noticed and then did the bitch let go.”

Jimin hummed and hid his anger when he and the youngest entered their house. “We can’t fire him. But, we need a background check, everything. I want you to call Mr. Jeong from the police station. He owes us.”

Jungkook nodded. “Results are coming in later. It was hard to track down the man’s past. Almost as if they got erased.”

“What does flower think about him?” Jimin asked, making sure you were okay with what they would do to the guy or not.

“Well, she was actually the one who let us know about him,” Jungkook answered, scratching his tattooed bicep. “Said she felt uncomfortable being around him or just seeing him. He made her paranoid.”

“I want him to be checked on,” Jimin instructed, continuing to watch you. “I’m being serious. We can’t let her get hurt. She’s very precious. I know we can’t exactly prevent any small accidents, but we could at least prevent others from hurting her. I don’t care if we have to kill half of everyone in our company, either. As long as she’s in a safe place.”

Jungkook nodded his head, agreeing with his partner’s words. “I’m just thankful she cooperated well and our security, too, and we got to bring her to a safe place. Knowing how crazy Nabi was, she might’ve hired more than one person after her.”

“And ruthless people, too,” Jimin mumbled. Namjoon stood next to them.

“We have the ones at the restaurant who fought in the basement and the one who watched her house is also there,” he told them in a low tone, not to cause any type of suspicion from you. “They’re already talking but, we need to get her out of here just in case they realize she is here.”

“We can’t hurry up,” Jungkook said, running a hand over his short hair. “Then she will be suspicious.”

“Listen, we have to keep them shut a bit longer,” Jimin said with an annoyed look on his face as he couldn’t enjoy s but more time with you. “She’s going to get ready, go to the mall, and she’ll be gone for a while. We can keep their mouths shut more than a couple of minutes. I do not want flower to know we are killing people right under us.”

“So, in conclusion, we kill those who try to hurt her?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now hurry up and tell her you like her. I want to be next and just touch that as—”

“Jungkook!” Namjoon scolded the youngest who simply shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with his words. “Do not act so nonchalant. She’s a person, not an object.”

“I’m not saying she is,” Jungkook raised his hands mid-air. “I’m simply admiring how beautiful she is and how her body is just… oh, my God. So breathtaking.”

“I stand by that statement.”

“Get out. Both of you.”

Combined Beings (xiv)

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content… literally makeout sessions (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Baby, remember, if you see anyone following you in any way, let Jae know okay? He will be right next to you while the other two will stay from afar—Duri and Jihun—and you already saw their faces so, you can make sure to differentiate them between others, got it?”

You smiled at Jimin’s words and nodded, hearing Ari and Eunji giggling like schoolgirls over his words. You playfully rolled your eyes as Jimin grabbed your hands in his, Yoongi intervening once he saw that he wouldn’t let go.

“Okay, Jimin, let her go,” he mumbled, taking his hands away from yours. Jimin let go without much of a choice, a smile still tilted on his lips as if he was a statue. Yoongi turned to look at you as you continued to stay quiet, glancing between them. “Be careful, angel. You have our phone numbers.”

“I’ll be careful, Yoongi, don’t worry,” you chuckled to yourself, finding the situation a bit amusing since they were acting as if you were moving away. You were simply going to the mall. “Now, I’ll message you guys when I get there if that reassures you.”

“Please!”

You watched as they all said that in synch, heads bobbing up and down. They didn’t seem like ruthless killers they made themselves to be. Not when they looked at you like they were puppies and you were their owner, leaving them.

“Okay, we’re gonna steal her away for a bit. Bye!”

Ari grabbed you by the shoulders, making you wave to them over your shoulder. They waved back and they watched you get inside the car, watching it retreat away before they saw it disappear.

“The people are already in the room, sirs,” the second in command of the guards told all 7 boys who had been watching you. Namjoon hummed as the others glanced at one another.

“We need to get answers out of them,” Jin mumbled and the others stayed quiet, their silence telling everything. “In the meantime, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, go with the women. The rest of us will go to the men in the basement.”

“Is it because we’re younger?” Jungkook pointed out and the older ones simultaneously gave a look before Yoongi flicked his forehead. “Alright, alright, we’re going.”

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook walked towards the room containing the women who were accomplices. They were with the men who fought, but they also fought one another to defend their man.

“Hmm,” Jimin hummed as soon as the door closed behind them. Jungkook was currently sporting his stoic expression on his face while Taehyung was wearing his, too. Jimin was sarcastically smiling as the women looked at them. “So, you fought at my restaurant?”

The girl with the pink hair couldn’t even think as she looked at Jimin. He was wearing a black, baggy, long-sleeved button down with black, tight pants that showcased the muscle on his thighs. Rings adorned his fingers and a bracelet remained on his wrist, a really shiny one that the others were wearing, too. The other girl, the brunette one, was also ogling them one by one. Especially Jungkook who was wearing a black, right shirt that displayed his arm filled with tattoos. God, she could jump him.

“He asked you a question,” Jungkook softly spoke with a stern tone. The women seemed to not be paying attention to their words, but they both knocked out of whatever trance they were in when Jimin grabbed his gun from his guard and placed it on the back of his pants.

“We-we didn’t start the fight,” the pink-haired girl answered with a shaky voice. “We swear.”

“Yeah,” the other girl agreed with her words. “We didn’t start anything. Our boyfriends fought and we were stepping in to stop them. But, they then told us they were hired by someone who gave them 10 grand to start a fight in the restaurant so a girl could be hurt. They said the girl was dangerous, having killed many people and they needed to eliminate her as self-defense.”

The men glanced at each other as they silently thanked Jimin for killing Nabi whose reason to kill you was pretty much crazy. You could barely kill a fly without crying and he was told by Eunji during a meeting with the supervisors that you are in fact very sensitive when it comes to animals. Even crying to seeing a dog across the street.

“Now,” Jimin spoke as he squatted in front of them, “that girl… is very, very dear to us.” The women now noticed his change of demeanor and they could see his true colors coming to light as his eyes darkened. “If anything had happened to her, even a single scratch, I would’ve killed you both! Honestly. But instead, you left her scared. Do you think I should let you live?”

“We didn’t know,” the brunette breathed out, starting to panic as she processed how scary the men seemed to be. The three in front of her wore black clothes and their guards behind them blocking the door seemed to do so, too. They had guns, she could see the outline of it under their jackets. “We swear! We didn’t know. We would like to apologize to her, please.”

“We would agree with that,” Taehyung spoke, arms crossed over his shoulders as he leaned against a desk, having been in a room they all used to do business in. “But, we don’t want you two to see her at all after your actions made her anxious, scared, paranoid. She will be out of this.”

“I have a question,” Jimin started and the girls turned to look at him as he raised his hand mid-air, a small smile on his lips. “How important are your boyfriends to you both?”

“We’re best friends,” the pink-haired girl answered, “we started dating them because they gave us money. We needed it to pay off rent.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if they end up disappearing right?” Jungkook questioned and they both looked at one another before shaking their heads. “You know, we’ll let you both go. But if we ever come across you two ever trying to hurt our girl again, your bodies will never be found.”

The brunette started crying at the threat, scared for her life. But, she shouldn’t be crying when the guy she was dating was currently screaming bloody-murder for a finger of his was missing and his knees was shot.

“I can do the other one,” Namjoon taunted him, placing the gun to his other knee. “But, it’s fun knowing how scared you are. You feel that anxiety, huh?” The raven-haired man nodded. “Good. That’s how our girl felt when you two fought. You were planning on causing everyone on that restaurant to fight until someone reached her, didn’t you?”

“We promise,” the brunette man beside his bleeding friend shakily said, “that woman told us she was dangerous, saying she deserved it.”

“Why would you believe a random woman?” Yoongi asked, his mouth opened a bit as he raised an eyebrow at him. “Huh? Now you can’t speak? Is it because she gave you money that you two believed her? Is that all it takes for you two dumbasses? Money?”

“Please, we didn’t know the girl was anything to you,” the brunette pleaded before he glanced at all of them. He was the only one that knew who they were. He was in gang after gang and they never dared cross the Tan mafia. “We didn’t know. We wouldn’t have started anything.”

“I’m more annoyed that a random woman offered you money and you believed her lies just because she gave you something,” Namjoon scoffed. The two men could only shake their heads at their idiocy, knowing that today would be their last day walking on Earth.

You, on the other hand, watched as your friends chose whatever they wanted. You could only watch with a smile, happy that, despite it wasn’t with your money, you got to spoil them. They were running off the buy themselves some clothes and they went to get you some things they could find. You appreciated their efforts, but you simply didn’t want to spoil yourself without feeling bad at the amount of money you would be spending on yourself.

“Ooh,” you let out as Jae walked beside you in the jewelry store. You gaped at a necklace with a lock, the diamonds shining under the light. “This suits Hobi. Do you think he’ll like it, Jae?”

The older man curtly nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

You continued moving as a worker stood not so far from you, grabbing the necklace you had pointed at. You looked around and then did you started noticing things for each boy, grabbing necklaces, bracelets, and earrings.

But Jae couldn’t help but mentally note your figure stopping by a beautiful necklace, a Diamond butterfly adorning the neck of the mannequin. He knows that if he told any of the boys, they would buy it for you in an instant.

Ignoring your wants, you paid for the things you chose, and the look on people’s faces once you showed Jimin’s black card was humorous to you.

“I love you so much,” Ari leaned against you, slightly tipsy since you three, add Jae, had gone to a store that provided drinks and snacks. “We are going to spoil the fuck out of you now because you spoiled us.”

“I deserved this shopping spree,” Eunji sighed, a relaxing smile on her face just at the thought of the clothes she had bought for herself and son. “I haven’t gone out shopping since the munchkin was born.”

“And I’m just happy we managed to get Y/n to spoil herself a bit,” Ari pointed out and you snorted at her words. You continued to look over your shoulder, making sure the other guards were right behind you. They were. “I’m so happy they treat you so good even though you’re not dating yet. They look like they’ll jump your bones if you let them.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Shut up.”

You four continued walking, heading towards the food court that awaited you all, stomachs rumbling with hunger. But once you saw the food court coming to view, a voice called out for you, one you dreaded.

“Y/n! Is that you?” You turned to look and there they were. Your sister and your mom, a much older woman in between them, staring at you. Your mother had gasped, her hands covering her mouth very dramatically. You withheld your sigh of disappointment. Of course life would be throwing you a bunch of bullets just when it was getting better. “Oh sweetie, it’s nice to see you! Why haven’t you called me?”

You turned to look at your friends. “Can you guys find us a table please?” They nodded, understanding that this was a personal matter, and turned to leave, leaving you alone with your mother who was surprisingly with your sister. The two never got along.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Your sister asked Jae who looked at you, waiting for your approval to answer. You nodded, of course.

“No, ma’am,” Jae sternly said before he continued. “I am a married man. I am just the bodyguard of Ms. Y/n, so could you two step away?”

Your sister and mom did so, following his tone of voice. But your mom couldn’t hide her interest when she eyed the bags in your hand and the bodyguard.

“So, you have money now?” You sighed and ignored her words, not trying to let her have the benefit of the doubt that you have so much money. You have an income that allowed you to have a house and you were just thankful you had a roof over your head. “But Y/n, I’m wondering even more why you haven’t answered my phone calls.”

“Mom, I haven’t received any calls. And if I did, I’ve been extremely busy with work, I barely have time for myself except today.”

“I should’ve called, but we don’t have your number, just your house phone’s number,” your sister stepped in before showing her left hand where a ring was displayed on her ring finger. “I’m getting married and we were trying to invite you.”

You and your sister treated each other like sisters at a young age. But, during your teenage years, you were getting bullied for not being the weight everyone at school had been. Your sister did nothing to defend you. If anything, she laughed alongside her friends who harassed you. She apologized, but when you didn’t want to forgive her, she distanced herself, saying she deserved to be forgiven since she apologized. You cut her off.

Now your mom, she was a great mom. She listened to you and she even came to you for advice on her own life. But she was a cheater, which drove away your dad since he was tired of her denying it when there was evidence. She even got you to meet the man she was cheating on your dad with and you, unknowingly, stayed quiet which had caused guilt. Why would she do that to a 16-year-old who simply needed a ride to school? And yes, despite her flaws, your mom was a great mom. But she was also a bully who went on extreme diets to lose weight which she then took it out on you. You were her punching bag—mentally—and you didn’t want that in your life anymore, so you cut her off, too.

“Congrats,” you smiled at your sister as she eyed the bracelet you matched with the boys. “Just give me your phone number—”

“If you’re seeing anyone by the way,” she cut you off, “invite them. I want to meet whoever you’re with.”

“Here,” you ignored her words, passing her your phone. As she typed down the numbers, you saw all the boys’ names pop up in suggestions, making you nervous since you knew she eyed the hearts. She’s gonna think you’re messing around with more than one person separately when they’re already in a relationship with one another. “Okay then, I’ll text you for more details.”

“Also, y/n,” your mom started as soon as you were to bid them goodbye, “this is my friend, Haneul . Call her, Ms. Kim.”

You bowed to the stern looking woman. “Nice to meet you. I would love to chat, but I have some people waiting for me so I’ll talk to you when I can. Bye.”

You didn’t care if you were rude or not, but you could not bear being in your mother and sister’s presence. You couldn’t believe you were related to them.

“They’re okay… people,” Jae commented beside you as you two headed towards the food court where you could see Eunji and Ari already eating. Your appetite was gone.

You snorted. “You could say that.” You sighed. “I didn’t think I’d see them today out of all days. Now they’re gonna think I’m made of money and ask me for money. Especially if my sister is getting married.”

“I’m pretty sure if you let the boys know, they’ll help you,” at the end of his words, your head was already moving side to side. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are,” you chuckled as you sat by your friends, “but Jimin already lend me his card. I can’t ask for more. I’ve had enough.”

“So, mom and sister, huh?” Ari questioned, her hot dog in her hands. You nodded while a sigh escaped your lips, slouching on the chair. “Mommy issues. It’s weird to see the face of the woman we’ve been talking shit about.”

“I’m sorry guys, but can we go home?” You breathed out, eyebrows furrowing. “I can’t be in the same place as them.”

“Yeah, we should go because they’re hanging out with that old hag,” Eunji muttered angrily, eating her food. You and Ari glanced at her, even Jae had looked at her. The older woman eyed you three. “What? You know whose mom that is, right?” You shook your head. “That’s Iseul’s mom.”

“Of course it is,” Ari mumbled, eyes wide as she realized Iseul’s mom and your mom were friends. “Wait, that means she’d know your family!”

“Oh, my God,” you placed your elbow on the table as you rubbed the skin on your forehead. “Let’s go or else I’m going to start panicking.”

It didn’t take long to get home. The driver had thankfully dropped off Eunji and Ari, who had gotten picked up, and was now driving you back home to the 7 boys. They had gotten notified of the situation from Jae, who had strict orders that he should update them.

“Hi, baby,” Taehyung greeted you as soon as you headed inside, his body on the couch in the family room, having been waiting for you. He stood up and grabbed the bags from the driver’s hands, guiding you towards the dining room. “How was your time at the mall?”

“It was great,” you replied with a smile on your face. “I bought you guys some stuff that reminded me of you all.”

“Ooh, what did you get me?” He smirked, nudging your shoulder with his arm as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Did you get me a necklace?”

“Tae,” his smile widened once he heard the nickname escape your mouth, “I’m not telling you until we see the others.”

“Alright, alright.”

You two walked into the dining room where the boys were talking amongst themselves. They stopped, though, once they heard you and Taehyung laughing after God-knows-what.

“Flower,” Jimin stood up, hugging you. “I missed you.”

“I was only gone for at least 4 hours,” you raised your eyebrows while your smile was still tilted on your lips. “But I got you guys something!”

They all watched as Taehyung passed you the bags that contained their gifts. They all watched with smile as you passed Namjoon a Diamond bracelet with a pendant that had a quote of his favorite book; Jin a ring that he had been talking to the boys about because the design it had reminded him of his youth, something you wouldn’t have known about; Yoongi a necklace with a music note; Hoseok a necklace with a lock that had a small dance figure in front of it; Jimin a bracelet with a pendant flower, one that had him smiling because it reminded him of you; Taehyung a charm bracelet that had charms of things he liked; and Jungkook a bracelet with purple diamonds adorning it since he mentioned the color brought him some type of peace.

“We love them, baby, thank you,” Jungkook kissed your head as he was beside you, his smile not leaving his lips as he looked at his gift.

“I know I spent it using your money,” you looked at Jimin, “but I had to buy these for you.”

He smiled, too before he looked at the others. They all nodded and you were too into watching the jewelry being placed on their skin to notice the action.

“Come on, flower,” Jimin mumbled, throwing you a smile once you looked at him. “You need to see the garden at night.”

The sun was setting, but you didn’t mind it one bit. When you taken to the garden, he was right, you needed to see it.

There were fairy lights that you had seen during the day. There were some on some trimmed bushes by roses that were growing. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as it seemed it came out of a fairytale story.

“It looks beautiful,” you commented and he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you both to a bench nearby, a small pond in front of you two with koi fish. “Why did we come here?”

“So, I heard you saw your mom and sister with Iseul’s mother?” You sighed at the reminder and nodded.

“Yeah, it ruined my mood,” you answered with pursed lips. “I cut them off for a reason, you know that. I couldn’t stand to see them, especially the two acting as if they’ve never hurt me.”

He nodded and grabbed your hand, placing it on top of his thigh. “You know we’ll always be here to protect you. That’s why we’re going to the wedding with you.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned at him and he nodded, placing an arm on the back of the bench, turning his body to look at you as you did, too.

“We’re sure, flower.”

“Why are we here, by the way?” You questioned. “I wanted to show you the outfits I had gotten.”

“And I bet you look beautiful in them,” he smiled and you snickered, waving him off. But silence consumed you both as you heard the sound of crickets nearby, alerting you of the nature surrounding the two of you. “Baby, I need to tell you something…”

You looked at him. “What is it? Are you okay?

He couldn’t help but smile at the concern laced in your voice. He nodded before he grabbed both of your hands, scooting closer. “I’m okay.” Your silence let him continue. “In the time I have met you, I have gotten to know the most beautiful soul that belongs to this beautiful girl.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “I have fallen in love with you, flower. I have. That’s why I wanted to have that date with you yesterday, to tell you what I’ve been feeling, and Nabi found out. I have fallen for you, hard, nothing compared to what I’ve felt with her, just what I’ve felt with the others and you. I’ve felt so comfortable and confident when I’m with you, so happy and excited to wake up because I get to see you, and you’re everything I’ve been thinking about from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep.”

“You’re in love with me?” You breathed out, finding this moment way too surreal and he nodded.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into telling me you love me,” he reassured you. “But I do want to know if you like me and if you’re willing to fall in love with me, with the others. They’re willing to bring you into our relationship and they are excited for what the future will bring with you with us. Jin wants this.”

You let out a shaky breath and staring at his eyes under the lights made your heart beat against your chest at a pace it was concerning. You felt his hand move against your cheek and nodded, even placing against his own cheek.

He smiled and brought your foreheads together, breaths hitting each other’s lips.

“I love you and I’m willing to fall even more in love with you, Jimin. You and the others. I want you all. I want this.”

He grinned at your words before delving in, lips hitting yours. Your face and body burned, his fingers tracing the skin of your waist, digging themselves into it as he brought you closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

His lips meshed against yours perfectly, sighs escaping his mouths as neither of you wanted to catch your breath. You didn’t want to let go and neither did he so he pulled you close until your legs rested against his own, his hand moving behind your head so it will be intertwined with the strands of your hair.

When you two backed away, your chests heaved up and down, allowing yourselves to catch your breaths before he kissed your lips one time, then a second, then a third, his eyes closing and yours, too.

“Fuck, I love you, flower,” he muttered against your lips and you smiled. “I can’t wait to show you off as ours. I honestly can’t.”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked and he smiled, his smile reaching his eyes as he held you close, eyes glancing at your lips.

“When we met.”

You slightly giggled at his dazed look before smiling, your thumbs rubbing the skin of his cheekbones. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he mumbled, glancing behind your shoulder. “Let’s go tell the others. They were nervous what you were going to say.”

You nodded and he grabbed your hand, leading you towards the group of boys who were in the kitchen now, biting their lips out of nervousness. They looked up once they heard footsteps and eyed the way Jimin seemed way too excited, his face breaking out in a smile.

“So…?” Taehyung asked.

“She wants this,” Jimin answered and your face burned as they all simultaneously turned to see you. “She wants us all of us. She wants to fall in love with us all and she wants us…”

Jin looked at you. “Do you want this?”

“I want this,” you nodded in confirmation and he smiled. “Do you want this?”

“I’m willing to fall in love with you just like they have all fallen for you,” he answered and you eyed the way he played with his rings. “I want to try for you and for them and I accept you into our relationship. I’m excited for our future with you and I’m happy I don’t need to protect our hearts anymore from heartbreak.”

“We want you.”

Combined Beings (xv)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Boss, I wanted to tell you something.”

Namjoon looked up from the papers he was currently writing on, watching as Jae stepped forward, a stoic expression etched on his face.

“What is it?” He questioned, placing his pen on the desk and paying his full attention to his head guard. Jae passed him his phone where a picture of a necklace displayed on a mannequin. Namjoon looked at him with eyebrows raised, clearly confused as to what he was looking at.

“Y/n was looking at that for 5 minutes yesterday,” Jae answered. “My wife only stares at something for that long if she wants it and Y/n couldn’t look away. She kept looking at the card and back at the necklace as if she wanted to buy it but she bought your gifts.”

“That girl,” Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he already visualized your reaction. He hummed. “Send me the picture and the place. I’ll go get it myself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, Jae,” Namjoon called out for him as soon as the man turned around to leave. Said man turned and he saw his boss staring down at the documents again, “Y/n bought your kids something at the mall yesterday.”

Jae looked at the way Namjoon grabbed some gifts nicely wrapped, noticing your handwriting on a card.

“Really…?” Jae questioned and Namjoon nodded.

“She felt grateful for you being by her side protecting her, so she wanted to buy some gifts for your kids, and wife, and you,” he smiled, making Jae stoically stare at the new gifts Namjoon had passed him. “She wanted me to give it to you since she was going to be spending time with Jin in the garden and she was afraid she would forget.”

“I’ll tell her thank you when I can,” Jae curtly nodded, bowing before taking his leave, the gifts in his hands as he wondered what you bought them all. He even wondered how you even got to buy them without him noticing.

“Ah, so that’s your mom and sister?”

You nodded at Jin’s words as you two ate some snacks after gardening for an hour or two, hands well cleaned after your palms and nails were filled with dirt.

“Yep,” you simply said, a sigh escaping your lips. “It’s crazy to think that I saw them with Iseul’s mom. My mom was never one to make friends and my sister has never liked my mom.”

“Do you think they’re planning something?” Jin questioned, eating the apple slices Yoongi had cut for both of you.

You breathed in and shrugged. “I don’t know… but I’m just worrying about the wedding for now. Do you think it’ll be okay to go…?”

“It’s your decision, sweets,” Jin replied, finishing the last slice before leaning back against his palms, staring at you as best as he could under the sun. “Whatever you choose, you know we’ll be there for you.”

You smiled at him but, your eyebrows furrowed once you realized something.

“Isn’t Iseul’s stepdad someone you all work with?” Jin nodded. “Would he be there at wedding perhaps?”

“I don’t think so,” Jin said, shaking his head. “If it’s events with Iseul and her mother, he won’t join. He’s usually busy with his business and busy with meetings so he doesn’t go out with them. But, it also depends if he’s close to your sister and mother.” He eyed you one more time. “If you’re worried Iseul might’ve snitched on you, he won’t do you any harm. He doesn’t care about Iseul’s… issues because he knows he’s spoiled her way too much.”

“Iseul is genuinely such a beautiful girl,” you stated, a frown still etched on your face. “It just sucks her personalities isn’t…”

“As beautiful as her,” Jin finished for you, noticing that you didn’t want to sound rude. You nodded and he grabbed your hand. “Hey, listen, don’t let her get into your pretty head and make you worry. She and her mom probably have something planned but what they don’t know is that you’re with us. If they harm you, we will cut off any type of work with Iseul’s dad. We give him the money, but we don’t need him as much as he needs us. So whatever they have for you is going to bite them back in the ass.”

You listened intently to Jin’s rant, nodding. “Just… promise to protect me against them.”

He smiled at you, bringing you closer to his side while giving you a kiss on the head. “You know we will. If they try anything, though, and we miss you, you have the bracelet. We will get you more.”

You two stayed quiet, enjoying the serenity of nature that enveloped you both.

“You two are going to get your clothes dirty!” You two turned to look at the source of voice and came to find Yoongi standing by the doorway of the kitchen where a maid of theirs was doing dinner. “Come inside.”

You snorted and Jin stood up, helping you off the ground. You grabbed his hand and you two walked towards the man awaiting for you both with your hands stuck together.

“Thank you for the food, Yoongi,” you smiled at him since he had in fact prepared your food, the maid having just gotten there a couple of minutes ago. From what Jin had told you, she usually isn’t there, only when none of the boys feel like cooking themselves.

“Also, Jungkook is looking for you,” Yoongi told you as he smiled at your words. You nodded and let go of Jin’s hand, who unknowingly tried to reach for your hand again. “He’s in the living room.”

You hummed and turned to look at Jin. “Thank you for spending time with me.”

With one last kiss on the cheek, you headed off towards the youngest of the group, while the oldest stayed behind to process your actions. Yoongi chuckled.

“She’s getting to you,” he teased Jin. Jin simply gave him a look before shaking his head, a ghost of a smile developing on his lips.

You immediately headed towards the living room, finding Jungkook there with some documents in his hands. He looked up once he saw and smiled, putting his work on the table.

“Come here, baby,” he patted his lip and you hesitantly did so, wondering why he called for you as he placed his hand on your thigh. “So, I got a few gifts for you.”

“I-” You simply let out before softly swatting his leg. “You need to stop spoiling me.”

“Take it as a gift for buying me something,” he innocently smiled at you and you squinted your eyes, not believing his words. “But, I’ll admit, with how crazy Iseul and her mother are, I wanted to give you this jewelry as a way for you to be able to press on a piece and it’ll give us a signal of some sort.”

He leaned forward a bit, placing a dainty necklace with a pendant and he gave you some earrings.

“They’re so pretty,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the new jewelry.

“Mmm, you make it look so much more pretty,” Jungkook commented, giving you a grin that had you snickering. “I mean it, too.”

“I know,” you smiled at him before hugging him. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Now, you don’t have to wear them all the time, just when we go out or when you go out,” Jungkook continued, watching you grab his arm, the inked one, and trace the tattoos from his forearm to his hand. You did get easily distracted. He smiled. As silence surrounded you both with you tracing his tattoos, he sighed a little. “I’m going to get your name tattooed one day.”

Your head immediately snapped to look at him. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” He chuckled as he saw your frown. The pads of his thumbs reached up to your forehead, swiping it so he could help get rid of it. “I’m being serious, baby. Wouldn’t it look pretty?”

“Hmm,” you hummed at his words. “We’ll talk about this more later.”

“I’ll come up with a good argument by then,” he continued to smile before he grabbed your face, making you lean down. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to kiss you by the way.”

The way he immediately kissed you had your breath hitch in your throat, your lips molding with his as perfectly as it had with Jimin. He kissed you so passionate, his hand placing itself on your back to prevent you from leaning way back until you fell off. You could feel the coldness of his lip ring, but you could only focus on the way his tongue swiped at your bottom lip.

He pulled away with a grin as he tried catching his breath, just like you needed to, too. He was enjoying this too much, finally having you as theirs. He could only wish the weekend was way more than just Saturday and Sunday because then, he could enjoy you a bit more, show you how loved you are in their relationship and are going to be.

“Are you two done making out?”

You jumped at the new voice, turning to find Taehyung standing there with a smirk tilted on his lips.

“Yeah, we actually are,” Jungkook replied, his fingers digging on your sides to hold you still since you almost fell. “Do you need to take her away from me?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head, sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch. He looked at you. “I do want cuddles, though. Business makes me tired so I want to take a nap.”

You chuckled and got off of Jungkook’s lap, heading towards Taehyung, who quickly took you guys down, laying down on your sides while your legs were on Jungkook. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued working, looking over the documents again while his other hand was placed on yours and Taehyung’s calves.

You stared at Taehyung as he did, too. “I like how Im just being passed around.”

“As you should,” he grunted, bringing you even closer to him so he could nuzzle your neck. “We all want to be with you and just hold you. I missed holding you.”

You gasped as his hand traveled from your waist to your ass, making you slap his arm as gently as you had swatted Jungkook’s leg. The action made him and Jungkook laugh simultaneously.

“Calm down and go to sleep,” you shook your head as small laughter escaped your lips, too. You snuggled closer to Taehyung as you now felt sleepy. “I’m feeling pretty tired now that you’re getting warmer.”

“Yeah, you stayed up late with Jimin and Hobi,” Taehyung pointed out. “When I went to go find you three, I just see marshmallows in your hands.”

“They were so fluffy. But, I can’t stare at them right now. I got a stomachache when I woke up.”

“I know, Jimin told me you ate almost half of the bag because you were craving sweet things at night,” Taehyung said before sighing. “Baby, next time you already feel a stomachache, do not continue eating marshmallows.”

“But they were so good,” you defended yourself.

“I know they were but your stomach was hurting.”

You stayed quiet and Taehyung noticed your eyes closing and your breath becoming steady. He stayed quiet and Jungkook stayed, too, and they both listened to you fall asleep almost immediately.

“So, we need to talk to Mr. Kim about Iseul and his wife,” Jungkook spoke up and Taehyung deeply inhaled. “We don’t know what those two have planned. Especially at the wedding. We need to be careful.”

“Iseul is so fucking crazy,” Taehyung nodded in agreement. “And her mom just goes along with her stupid shit for no reason. She’s also as crazy as Iseul.”

“No what I’m wondering is how her mom and sister fit into this,” Jungkook said, passing him the papers. Taehyung stood up a bit, being careful not to wake you. “Her mom isn’t in the same status as Iseul and her mother, doesn’t work for her or with her, doesn’t have any type of relation with Mrs. Kim at all. I even found out where Mrs. Kim or Iseul have been going to and Y/n’s mother hasn’t been in any of those.”

“Then we need to find out how her mom and sister fit into this,” Taehyung breathed out. “I always thought she would somehow get mixed in with our business, be in danger because of other gangs, but she’s only been dealing with jealous women.”

“And that stupid worker,” Jungkook pointed out, grabbing another file. “I searched him up. His record is clean. Everything. I did see the camera in the lobby, he grabbed her when she was leaving and wouldn’t let go if Jae hadn’t been there. He might be connected to Iseul and her mother.”

“In the meantime,” Taehyung started, grabbing his phone from his pocket while you, thankfully, still remained still, “the shipment is coming next week. Mr. Kim already sent us the address and time and from who it’s coming from. Hobi tracked it, already sent some of our men to keep a closer eye on it.”

“Around how much would we gain from it?”

“Another 750 million,” Taehyung answered the youngest. “There’s some people with Yoongi, though, because someone spread news about our sweet girl to other groups.”

“Which means we have go up our security on her.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to feel suffocated by it all,” Jungkook nodded in agreement as he crossed a leg over the other. “We only got her yesterday and suddenly they’re threatening to take her away from us. What bullshit is that?”

“I’m more worried about her not being able to handle the threats,” Jungkook sighed and Taehyung hummed, his eyes setting down on your face where hair strands covered your face. “I still want her to work, have her freedom. With this new shipment, especially with that amount of money, we’ll either get more respect or more enemies.”

“I think right now, we’re going to get more threats,” the two turned to look at the new source of voice and came to find Hobi heading towards them. “There was some activity by the new shipment. Two of our men dead, two others, not ours, dead. Mr. Kim’s men.”

“Mr. Kim is trying to sabotage his business with us?” Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s meeting up with Namjoon,” Hobi answered before glancing at your sleeping form. “She was just awake not so long ago. How did you get her to sleep?”

“My warmth,” Taehyung smiled cheekily, hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin. “I’m surprised you’re not sleepy either.”

“Oh, I am,” Hobi nodded his head rapidly. “But I’m hiding it behind the caffeine Yoongi made me drink.”

“Ew.”

“Now, put her with Jimin,” Hobi instructed. “He’s taking a nap in his room. We have a meeting after Mr. Kim with Namjoon and more men and women to take care of our angel here. We also have to come up with something just in case Iseul and her mom have something planned.”

Taehyung nodded and grabbed your form, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you towards Jimin’s room.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the shipment issues have something to do with those two.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised either. If anything, those two need to be immediately looked into. We can’t bear having Y/n get into their hands. There’s something that’s in it for her mom and sister because Mrs. Kim wouldn’t hang out with someone who’s not in her status.”

Jungkook shook his head up and down. “That’s what we were talking about. There’s something in it for them. The wedding was just used an excuse to have Y/n there. We need to look into the sister and the groom.”

“There’s nothing based on the groom,” Hobi shrugged. “I’ve searched up everything but nothing is coming into the picture. We have to wait until the wedding.”

They remained silent, taking your sleeping form towards Jimin who was silently sleeping on his bed, covers hiding his body from stray eyes.

“Place her carefully.”

When there was a shift on the bed, Jimin opened his eyes and came to find the boys carrying your body next to his own. He lifted his blanket in a tired manner, eyes starting to close by the lack of sleep.

“I need cuddles,” he mumbled and cuddled did he get because as soon as his body met yours, you two snuggled even more closer.

The three awake glanced at you two one more time before walking away with a smile.

“Check on them. Make sure no one gets in. We’ll go in. Right now, we’re going to have people over, I do not want them in there or coming close to this room. If they wake up, lead them away from the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

Combined Beings (xvii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“You need to come out of the bathroom, my love.”

Jimin’s voice was heard from the other side of the door of the bathroom, your figure hidden away from their eyes ever since you had gotten dressed in a black dress.

You glanced at yourself on the mirror, a dainty silver necklace with green pendants adorning your neck and a matching set of earrings already on your ears. You had received them as a gift from Yoongi, the man stating they were all going to be matching with you, as a way for people to know you’re with them and for your family to know, too. You also had your Diamond bracelet on your wrist, the one with the tracker, and the boys took theirs as well.

“I’m okay,” you breathed in, admiring how the dress hugged your figure. You had to admire yourself. You couldn’t give the women that had put you down—on a constant—take advantage of you by belittling you. So, you admired yourself. “I’ll open the door soon! I just need a little me-time before I show you guys. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine, beautiful,” Namjoon said out loud. “Take your time okay, baby? We don’t have to rush.”

The boys glanced at one another, but they couldn’t help but feel excited to see you. Even though Namjoon was busy making sure you guys had enough security and making sure enough of his men will keep a close eye on all of you, he was still buzzing with excitement at being able to see you in that dress after Eunji and Ari had teased them about it. The two girls simply told them, “She looks so beautiful and so fucking hot and we got to see her and not you.”

He and the boys were all ready, fixing their jewelry, getting their guns, and placing them on the back of their waistband. They had to be ready for danger and they had to be prepared just in case you disappeared. They went through every scenario with you and they made sure you were okay with it all. They just hoped Iseul and her mother were smart enough to not do anything to you.

“Okay, I’m coming out,” you softly announce, opening the door as slowly as you could. You gulped and your hands slightly shook out of nerves. You clasped them behind your back as you couldn’t dare look up, feeling heat surround your entire body, from head to toe. But, you heard silence and looked at the 7 underneath your lashes. “How do I look?”

“Eunji and Ari were right,” Namjoon lowly answered, his eyes staring you up and down. “You look beautiful, baby.”

Namjoon stepped up first, kissing you for the first time. He has been wanting to give you space at first, letting you take action, but you looked so beautiful he just had to.

His lips immediately fit with yours perfectly, hands finding themselves intertwined with your hair, his rings softly meeting the side of your face for a brief moment.

“As hot as that is,” Jungkook spoke as you and Namjoon continued kissing very deeply, “I want to kiss her.”

“No,” Namjoon croaked out, continuing to kiss you and you enjoyed it all. Well, you did until he pulled away and smiled at you, backing away while he gestured to Jungkook to get to you now.

Jungkook grinned and his hand found its way to your cheek, as usual, while his other placed itself on your hip, holding you in place. The other 6 couldn’t help but feel turned on at noticing the youngest two of the group basically make-out in front of them, especially with the way Jungkook brought you closer to his body, hand slithering it’s way from your hip, to your lower back, and then to your ass. He grinned into your molded lips, finding your reaction (a gasp that layer turned to you swatting his arm) funny.

“Alright, Jungkook,” Yoongi stepped up, grabbing you by the waist to take you away from him. Jungkook’s lips went to chase yours, but when he saw that Yoongi was giving him a look, he groaned and stepped away, though, Jimin was the first to step in and kiss him to quiet him down.

It was safe to say, all 7 of them were turned on by you, by the kissing, and by you. The way you looked and the way you held yourself was such an attraction to all of them because although you slightly shook from nerves, you didn’t let that stop you from knowing you did look beautiful.

“I love watching you kiss,” Jimin chuckled, watching the way your hands were placed on Yoongi’s face, his hands gripping your waist and bringing you even closer if possible, “but we need to go to the ceremony.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Yoongi mumbled on your lips but he didn’t show any evidence of backing away.

Jimin playfully rolled his eye and tilted his head towards Taehyung who grabbed Yoongi away while Jimin grabbed you.

“Leave our flower alone,” Jimin stated, arms wrapping themselves around your waist from behind. “You’ll have your chance to makeout with her in the car when we’re heading to the ceremony.”

“Fine by me.”

They all walked away, but Jimin stayed behind with you as you touched up your hair and lipgloss, shaking your head.

“I like how you guys kiss me like I’m going somewhere for years,” you chuckled and he smiled at you from the mirror you were staring at yourself on.

“We just love kissing those lips,” Jimin shrugged, kissing your shoulder from his position behind you. He kept his smile on his face. “You truly look beautiful, flower. You always do but, you look even beautiful today knowing that everyone will know you as ours.”

“Isn’t that dangerous, though?”

“Baby, we will do anything to protect you.”

His words warmed your body and you could only think about what you did in your past life to be in this position. 7 men were in love with you and they looked at you as if you hung up the moon and stars all on your own. You truly deserved this love and you loved loving them.

When you got in the car, your guards immediately went to the front seats, leaving the 7 boys to figure out how to sit. They didn’t want to get another car, so they opted that two people need to sit on someone’s lap.

Yoongi grabbed you in a flash, making your body lay across his lap. Jimin had to sit on Jin’s lap, the man enjoying it way too much as he got to annoy Jin.

“Turn up the radio a bit, Jae,” Hobi instructed, knowing that you would be too embarrassed if the sounds of yours and Yoongi’s lips smacking against one another was heard.

Jae did so, his phone in hand as he texted his wife to keep him occupied until you all reached your destination.

It wasn’t long before you all arrived to the venue, noticing that people kept coming in and out of it, drinks in hand. You got out with the help of Jimin whose hands reached for the gloss you had told him to take care of.

“Fix your gloss, baby,” he muttered, leaning in to peck your lips.

You smiled at him and nodded, turning around to look at yourself on the mirror, touching up the gloss… again. You let out a sigh as you finished, turning around to face the venue again.

“Are you ready?” You looked at the man beside you and you smiled a little at Jin, slowly nodding. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it, noticing your discomfort starting to show as you all headed towards the venue.

You 8 walked inside, guards guarding you you while they inspected your surroundings, making sure no threats were to be found. They dispersed, though, standing near you 8 while you looked for familiar faces. Some family members you remembered, turned to look at you as 7 handsome men were by your side, one of them holding your hand.

Your eyes met your sister’s, whose eyes widened at seeing you there. She honestly wasn’t sure if you would even come over, knowing that your mom makes you uncomfortable and some aunts, her sisters, also make you uncomfortable.

“You made it!” Your sister exclaimed, hugging you. You could smell the alcohol from her and you chuckled. When you lived with her for a bit, drunk her was always amusing and she was extremely touchy. “I’m happy you made it. Mom was getting on my damn nerves and the party started like 2 hours ago. How can she do that already?”

“That’s her gift,” you chuckled and you saw her eyes landing on the men by your side. “Um, these are… my boyfriends.”

“All 7?” She asked, her eyes widening at the revelation. Her mouth stayed open but, she stepped forward to hug Taehyung first. “Welcome to the family!”

“Oh, uh,” Taehyung looked taken back at her words before awkwardly patting her back, “thank you.”

“I already know what Mom is going to say,” your sister continued hugging them all while she stared at you. “I hope you’re okay with what she will say. I’ll step in and Dad will step in.”

“He’s here?” You frowned as Jimin kept his position behind you, hands on your hips while Jin still held your hand in his grip. Your sister nodded, hugging the last guy—Yoongi—before moving away.

“Yeah, he likes my husband which, you need to meet by the way,” she looked around as she stepped away. She hummed. “Let me look for him. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I’ll look for Dad,” you said and she nodded, walking away. You turned to look at the guys. “My mom is the one who we need to worry about. My dad is much more… welcoming.”

“So, we don’t like your mom, we like your dad?” Hobi questioned and you shook your head up and down to let him know that yes, your mom isn’t liked and your dad is.

“Y/n!”

Your heart sped up as your mom, so much for luck, headed your way, Iseul’s mom right beside her. Her eyes slightly widened, though, when she came to find the 7 boys by your side.

“Hi, mom,” you gave her a small smile, letting her hug you. Similar to what Taehyung had done, you awkwardly patted your mom’s back. “It’s nice to see you again.”

She backed away, ignoring the men while she glanced at your body up and down, eyes slightly stopping to stare at the bracelet on your wrist and then at the necklace.

“Are these fake?” Your mom gasped, touching the necklace and you shook your head. “You don’t need to lie, honey.”

“They aren’t,” Namjoon spoke, causing your mom to glance at him and noticing the same necklace on his neck. “Do you know your jewelry, ma’am?”

“And who are you?”

Namjoon didn’t respond to your mom. If anything, he looked past her to stare at Iseul’s mom, a sarcastic smile spreading on his lips as he curtly waved.

“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” he said, your mom’s mouth opening a bit as he ignored her, “say hi to your husband for me and remind him of our meeting coming soon.”

“I will, Namjoon…”

“Now, I’m Namjoon,” he continued, now his gaze settling on your mother who was staring at him with a shock expression, knowing what type of business Mrs. Kim’s husband was in. “I’m one of your daughter’s boyfriends.”

“One of them?”

“They’re all my boyfriends mom,” you breathed out, gesturing towards the men. Then did she notice that the necklace and bracelet you were wearing, they all wore it, too. “This is, Jimin, Jin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Namjoon.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Your mom hissed at you, glancing over her shoulders to make sure no one heard her. “Are you sleeping around with different men?”

“Uh,” you dragged out the word, “I’m in a relationship with different men.”

“Y/n this is no place for jokes,” your mom continued to scowl at you, her eyes running themselves over your face. You sighed and you felt Jimin taking you back with him when he saw that your mom was about to grab your arm. “She is my daughter.”

“Do not touch her,” Jin gave her a stoic expression.

“Mom, this is my sister’s wedding,” you frowned, watching as she rolled her eyes, a scoff escaping her lips. “Do not make this about you when it’s not. Don’t think I didn’t notice how the colors of the wedding are your favorite colors and half of the people here are your friends and not hers.”

“You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone,” your mom continued and you felt the boys behind you about to hold onto you but, they figured you’ll ask for help when you need it. They will step in, though, if your mom lays her hands on you. “First you—”

“Honey!” Your dad appeared in front of you as he softly pushed your mom aside, hugging you tightly against him. “It’s been so long. Why don’t you visit?”

“Dad, I’ve just been busy with work,” you sighed, hugging him back as tightly before you’re whispering in his ear. “Can you take us to a table, please? Mom is getting on my nerves.”

“Yeah, she’s been getting on mine, too,” your dad whispered back and you chuckled at his words. “You need to introduce me to these guys because they look scary. Now let’s go.”

Your dad immediately led you away from your mom who was glaring at him. The two never got along and your mom still held a grudge for the fact that he left her when she started getting at him for being lazy—he had enough jobs—and gaining more weight. It was sad for you that the woman you looked up to and gave birth to you, criticized you and your father for their weight. Even she criticized herself, but it wasn’t as bad as for you both.

When you sat down, the boys didn’t even hesitate to grab chairs and change them so they could be by your side and behind you. Your dad shook their hands, curtly bowing as they did, too.

“They’re my boyfriends,” you smiled as Jungkook placed a hand on your thigh, the same smile on his own lips. Yoongi, beside you, wrapped an arm behind the chair, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. “They own the company I work at.”

“Ah,” your dad nodded before he, too, smiled at the boys. “I’m happy my daughter’s in good hands.”

“We’ll take care of her.”

“There you guys are,” your sister appeared, a smile spread on her lips as she tugged on the arm of a man. “This is my husband, Eunwoo oh! And this,” she grabbed another man’s arm as the smile on yours and the other’s vanished, “is Daeseong, his brother.”

Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightened as he pursed his lips, his eyes staring him down. “Daeseong! Nice to see an employee of ours here.”

“Employee?” Eunwoo questioned, introducing himself to you. “I didn’t know you worked. You’re doing something for the first time in your life, huh?” Daeseong ignored his brother as he shook the hands of the 7 men. “Is my little brother doing well?”

“He’s doing well,” Namjoon shortly said, his eyes burning themselves towards the man whose smile didn’t dare stray away from his lips. But Namjoon could see the gulp, displaying his nervousness. He turned to Jin, leaning in to whisper. “Do you see Iseul?”

“ No,” Jin shook his head. “I’ve been trying to look for her but I don’t see her anywhere in this room. We stilll need to be careful.”

It wasn’t long before they had bonded with your dad, talking to him about his work and talking about their work, not the whole mafia business one. It was nice to see them bond, but it sucked even more when you could feel your mother’s eyes on you from across the room and Daeseong’s own. You panicked, though, once you saw Iseul finally appearing, standing near him.

“Of course,” you heard Jin from behind you murmur to Namjoon. “Those two are together which is how Iseul’s mother and Iseul hang out with Y/n’s family.”

“Keep an eye on her.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked Yoongi who looked at you, his eyes running themselves over your face. He sighed and shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“All I know is that you need to stay closer to us, okay, angel?” You nodded and he placed his hand on the back of your head, giving it a kiss before his lips traveled down towards your ear. “Good girl.”

Your body heated up and you playfully rolled your eyes at his antics which had him laughing a little.

“Your mother is that bed, isn’t she?” He continued to ask and you sighed, nodding with an ashamed expression. “We’re all happy to have you. I hope you realize that. Whatever she made you feel, whatever she did to you, we’ll be here to help you. I hope you’ll be able to see yourself how we see you and that’s you being such a beautiful girl inside and out.”

“I’m just scared that the trauma I have gotten from her actions will cause me to not believe your guys’ words,” you admitted as the others continued talking amongst themselves. He stared at you as you spoke. “Especially from her and insulting my weight to her and my dad’s relationship.”

“They were always fighting, every weekend, screaming and throwing stuff to one another?” You nodded at Yoongi’s words and he sighed, nodding along with you, too. “My parents did that, too, but, I was relieved more than hurt when they finally divorced. Thankfully, they both found partners that love them both. Though they can’t face one another, they’re happy now.”

“But you can’t help but remember those days?” He nodded again in agreement. “Those were always the bad days.”

“It sucks, baby,” Yoongi breathed out, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it, “but we can’t let their failed relationship affect and shape us. We have good partners now who will always be by our side, in the good and bad, and will always be here to love us. Okay? You got us now.”

You smiled at his words and leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling him wrap an arm around your own.

“So lovey-dovey,” Jimin poked his head by Yoongi’s side, a grin on his lips. “I love it!”

You two ignored his words, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, finding it amusing how he had such a grin set on his lips.

“Hey,” your sister kneeled in front of you, stumbling a little, “can you help me in the dressing room to take off this dress? I don’t want to step on it and then have my boobs be shown.”

“I-” You were taken aback at her blunt words and a little scoff escaped your lips. “Yeah, let’s go. We’ll take some water to sober you up and then clean some of your makeup.”

“This is why I love you so much.”

You smiled at her words and stood up, helping her. But before you could continue while ignoring the boys’ eyes on your body, they all simultaneously stopped you.

“Take Jae’s second-in-command” Jin instructed while Hobi called said man while waving another man to come, too. “That one, too. They have their guns on them. If you’re not by here in about 10-ish minutes, we’ll go knock on the door. We already have the room, got it?”

You nodded and Namjoon stepped forward. “Remember what we have talked about, okay? Just stay calm. We’ll find you.”

“Okay,” you shakily breathed out. “I’ll stay calm. Find me if anything happens, okay?”

“I love you.”

You softly smiled, feeling your hand being tugged. “I love you.”

“Go.”

Your sister dragged you off towards the dressing room for her and you made her drink the water that Jae’s second-in-command had given you. It wasn’t a lot as to what you were doing but, your sister then headed towards the bathroom, leaving you to fend for yourself while you looked around.

You heard a thud, so thinking it was your drunk sister, you knocked on the door.

“You okay?” You asked and then you heard the married girl puking her guts out. You crinkled your nose, hating the sound before backing away. “I’ll be here.”

Though, you heard a couple of grunts that clearly didn’t come from your sister. Breathing in and out, you already knew that the boys were right. You would be getting kidnapped and it would be so nerve-wracking and scary, but as long as you remembered what they taught you.

You didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that the person who had opened the door wasn’t one of the men assigned to you.

“Come on.”

You sighed. “You don’t have to do this, Daeseong.”

“I have to or Iseul will have her father kill me,” Daeseong muttered, grabbing you. “Why did you have to date all 7 of them? That wasn’t apart of the plan, y/n. You fucked this up for me and for the others working for Iseul. We’re all going to get killed regardless.”

“Which is why you need to let me go,” you tried glancing at him over your shoulder, but a bag was placed over your head as you felt breeze, alerting you that you were outside. “You have 7 men who will hurt. If you let me go—”

“Shut up.”

He pushed you up towards a car, making you freak out by the sudden reality you are now facing. You tried to hide the fact you were starting to get scared and you were even trying to hide the fact that your chest was heaving up and down.

As they drove away, your fingers pressed the button on your Diamond bracelet, alerting the boys of your situation. Though, another set of hands grabbed it, taking it away.

“I knew this would happen,” he huffed. “I told Iseul that your bracelet would be having some type of alert. I’ll hold onto it, though.”

But you held in your small chuckle as you knew that the bracelet had a tracker. He didn’t need to know that fact.

It wasn’t long before all 7 boys’ bracelets seemingly beeped simultaneously. They all looked at one another, grabbing their phones while tracking your bracelet.

“They got her.”

They all stood up, walking towards the dressing room with their guns in hand. Their guards were already following behind, ignoring the looks of those in the party aware of what they were holding.

Jimin noticed the guards knocked out, blood seeping from the wounds on their heads. Your sister was looking around the room, suddenly sober.

“Where’s Y/n?” Jimin asked and your sister looked at them and their guns.

“I don’t know,” she rushed out, shaking her head. “I-I came out of the bathroom after throwing up and I come out and she’s not here. Where is she? Where’s my sister?”

“Don’t worry. We’re already planning on bringing her back. On the meantime, get rid of guests except your mom and Iseul’s mother if she’s here.”

Your sister seemed to have sobered up by now. “Please find her.”

“We will. Now hurry and bring in your husband, too.”

Combined Beings (xviii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, someee suggestive content—just a bit, English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭, deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“What if we don’t get to her in time?”

Jimin was freaking out. Turns out that the tracker of the bracelet was left in an abandoned place that didn’t have you in it. He was freaking out the most while the others had your sister and basically had her and her husband zip-tied together. Your mom, father, and Iseul’s mom weren’t far from them.

Namjoon grabbed Iseul’s mom’s arm harshly, pushing her in front of him. “Where’s your daughter, Haneul?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said woman shrugged as if the man in front of her wouldn’t kill her.

Namjoon took out his gun, pointing the barrel of it on the front of her forehead. “Where is your damn daughter, Haneul?” Silence. He let out a low chuckle. “You want to place this game, huh? Okay then.” He turned to look at Yoongi. “Call Mr. Kim. I’m sure he’d love to hear what his wife has been doing behind his back.”

Yoongi nodded and grabbed his phone, quickly dialing the number of the older man, who answered not even a second later.

“Mr. Min, nice to hear from you,” the man greeted, a chuckle escaping past his lips as he talked to someone on his end. “I’m hoping the shipment has gone well.”

“Mr. Kim, we have your wife right here with us,” Yoongi stoically said, not even greeting the man. “Your wife and step-daughter have our girl, kidnapped her. If your wife doesn’t give the location of where she is and where your daughter is, too we will stop all business with you, you will not have Bangtan’s protection, and we will turn every alliance with you against you.”

There was a beat of silence. The conversation in the backgrounds was silenced, almost as if Mr. Kim moved somewhere else.

“Pass me Haneul,” Yoongi passed Namjoon his phone, who later gave it to Haneul. She wasn’t happy about his actions and snatched it, hands slightly shaking once the object was tightly held in her hand. Her shaky ‘hello’ let the man know it was her. “What the hell is wrong with you? You do not get to take the girl of Bangtan. Don’t you realize they protect us, that they are the reason we have what we have!”

“I get it but—”

“No, Haneul, you do not get it,” Mr. Kim continued to rant as the others listened intently to the conversation. “They are my bosses! I work for them. I give them the shipments they need, they get it and they give me money. My alliance with them gave us protection and money. You doing what you did with your spoiled daughter is harming that and we will have nothing. Do you want to work, Haneul? Do you want to be killed?”

“No.”

“Good, then give them their girl at once,” Haneul passed the phone to Namjoon who hovered it by his lips.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim apologized profusely. “I really am. If they do not give you the location, I will step in and take literal actions. Let me know if they’re not cooperating and let me know if I can do anything once you find your girl. I am indebted to you.”

“Good. You better hope she’s alive and well for your sake, Kim.”

Namjoon hung up and passed Yoongi his phone, gaze still stuck on the older woman.

“Where is she?” Hobi asked next, glaring at her. Jin stood next to him, his eyes set ablaze as he felt the longer they spent trying to get information, the more time Iseul and her little boyfriend spent hurting you.

“She’s with some guards at Daeseong’s place,” Haneul breathed out, gulping at the glares she received. “I’ll give you the address but please, don’t kill my daughter.”

Namjoon didn’t give her an answer so, without hesitation, she gave the man the address of the place, hoping that her incompetent daughter will not be killed.

Jimin buttoned up his blazer nervously, walking towards the car with the others while some guards stayed behind to look over the people held hostage. They’ll let you talk with them first before letting them leave.

“I hope she’s okay,” Jungkook muttered, holding Jimin’s hand tightly against his. “We didn’t prepare her a lot for situations like these.”

“She’ll be fine, Kook.”

And fine you were.

“Your wife should be appreciative of you. You work so hard!”

“That’s what I have been thinking, too!”

You didn’t know how you ended up in this position, but so far every guard that worked for Iseul has been coming to you for advice. You ended up from being beaten a little, blood coming out from your nose, to now being apologized to and looked for so they could talk to you about their problems.

As of right now, one of the guards, Jake, was sitting in front of you, talking about his issues with his wife, who resembled your mother a lot.

“Since you’ve tried talking to her,” you started as you drank out of the juice box they had given you, “I might sound mean but, be straight up with her. Tell her that you’re going to leave her if she also doesn’t stop using drugs. You’ve been there for her every step of the way, but it’s just become overbearing for you.”

“You’re right,” Jake breathed out, nodding slowly as he let out a sigh. His agape mouth closed and he then smiled at you. “Thanks, Y/n. Sorry for beating you up by the way. I thought you were the bad guy.”

“Ah, Iseul just wants to kill me because I got her fired,” you shrugged as if it was nothing. “Bullied me and physically harmed me very bad.”

“Yeah, I’m only doing this because her dad is the big boss but now, I don’t think we’re even getting paid,” you snorted and nodded with his words before the other guards came in. “Guys, y/n is pretty cool.”

“I got the gift you told me to get,” another guard, Spit, who admitted that the nickname he had received was embarrassing and that he and his wife had been arguing about it, called out from the crowd. “She forgave me and we talked about it. You were right, though, flowers and an apology from the heart fixed it.”

“You all need to be mindful of your spouses,” you announced to those who came forward about simply problems based on their husband and wives. “Blade, your wife just wanted a simple dinner and you made her seem like she wanted so much more. You’re going to her or else I’ll tell my boyfriends to make you beg in front of her, okay?” You wouldn’t do that but it seemed to spook him. “Good. While others, do not let your spouse walk all over you. You deserve better, not someone screaming in your ear you’re nothing, hitting you, no more abuse. Walk away from that situation, but if you have kids, do not leave them with that person. Got it?”

A chorus of “yes ma’am”’s ran around the room and you snorted to yourself at the situation. The boys would think you were in danger but here you were, giving advice to those who were supposed to torture you.

“What the hell are you all doing?”

All of you turned to look at Iseul and Daeseong who came forward, disbelief spread over their faces at the fact that you weren’t being harmed at all.

“You need to leave me alone, Iseul,” you breathed out, letting out a sigh shortly after once she snapped her neck to look at you. “You having me here isn’t going to do anything to me. If anything, I’m safer here.”

“You guys are all being paid to do work,” Iseul snapped, glaring at each man in the room, even Daeseong. “Do not tempt in taking back that money.”

“Iseul,” you spoke, her gaze now on you, “your dad doesn’t have a single idea as to what you’re doing. You use his money so, how are you going to pay these guys?”

“What do you mean my dad doesn’t know?” Iseul scoffed, hiding her nervousness. You arched an eyebrow at her words, sipping your drink. She eyed it before taking it away, though, she couldn’t get to you as the men protected you by standing in front of you.

You peered over the man’s shoulder in front of you, coming to remember that he was called Bear. His friends had let you know that despite his 6’7 figure along with his cold exterior, he was so warm like a teddy bear. You weren’t surprised that he protected you. He had told you that you resembled his daughter who Iseul had threatened. You reassured him that your boyfriend’s had connections with her father and they weren’t going to let her get close to his daughter. That was all he needed to hear.

“Your dad doesn’t know, Iseul,” you continued, your drink in hand. “It’s just you and your mom. You already know how important Bangtan’s business is to your dad and he wouldn’t be with you in this if it meant it would harm his own business.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You got fired,” you frowned at her actions when she tried reaching for you. “You hurt me badly. You were a bully and it sucks, Iseul. You’re such a beautiful girl and you were just never given attention to until now.”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/n,” Iseul fumed at the words you spilled over her life. You sighed, knowing it wasn’t your business either to tell her about her life when you didn’t know her personally. “Listen, I’m going to kill you in front of them. I mean, I had been wanting them for so long and all of a sudden, all of a sudden, you come and they immediately take you into their relationship. You’re nothing and I have everything.”

“You’re saying that in front of Daeseong?” You gaped at her words, surprised that she admitted to wanting the men in your life in front of her boyfriend. Even Daeseong was surprised at her admission. “Look, I get you want them, or wanted them, but you’re harming everything your dad has built.”

“He’s not my dad,” Iseul spat out.

“He actually is.”

Everyone turned to look at who spoke and there they came to find 7 angry men, their eyes set on Iseul and Daeseong. You let out a sigh of relief at coming to notice their figures, running towards them. Jin was the first one to grab a hold of you, arms going around your waist to hold you tightly against his body.

“You’re okay,” he breathed out, a hand placing itself on the back of your head. “Did they hurt you?”

“They protected me against Iseul and Daeseong,” you murmured against the nape of his neck and he nodded, letting Jimin hug you next and hold you. He turned to look at the men.

“You protected her?” They all nodded.

“She was a great listener,” Jake said and the boys frowned at what he meant but, they knew you really must’ve impacted them since they were defending you.

“You’re all working for us,” Namjoon glanced at them. “You will be paid and get protection for your family. Because of your protection to her, you will now be Y/n’s guards.”

“Yay,” you let out, dragging the word out.

“And you,” Namjoon then turned to look at Iseul and Daeseong, “you two suck at kidnapping. No one was guarding the outside.”

“I told you to leave people out there,” Daeseong hissed, staring at Iseul who rolled her eyes at his words, waving him off.

“Your dad wants to speak to you,” Jungkook grinned, finding it amusing that Iseul is going to get in trouble by the man she deemed worthless since Mr. Kim wasn’t her father.

Yoongi passed her his phone. She ignored it so he went behind her, pushing Daeseong into Taehyung’s arms. He grabbed her wrists and zip-tied them.

“Hey! Let me go.”

“After you kidnapped her,” he looked at you before glancing at the side of Iseul’s face, “you’re coming with us. That’s going to be nice, huh? Now here.”

He placed his phone on speaker, hovering it by her face. You listened as her father answered, feeling Jungkook kissing your neck while Namjoon instructed the hired men to grab your parents, sister and her husband, and Iseul’s mom.

“What the hell were you thinking, Iseul?” Mr. Kim’s booming voice sounded out loud but you were focused on Jungkook’s kisses, along with Hobi and Jimin who stepped forward to also hold you and kiss you. “I had to find out from Namjoon about your dumb, stupid decisions.”

“They were not dumb.”

“They were dumb if you fucking got caught,” Mr. Kim continued to scold her and the other boys who weren’t kissing you, watched as she glared at the phone. “I want you to come home but, I already gave the boys permission to take you with them. While you’re with them, the cards that you have will be frozen. You have to make me trust you again and you’re not getting money until you do so.”

“But, Dad!” Iseul whined, stomping her feet. “I have outfits I need to buy.”

“You would’ve lived in the streets if their girl even got hurt or killed, Iseul,” Mr. Kim continued scolding her. “Like I told your mom, they’re my bosses. They give us what we have.”

“I don’t care, she deserved it.”

Mr. Kim sighed. “Yoongi, Namjoon, send her to me, please. I’ll punish her here. In the meantime, I found out from her bank statements that she was transporting money to someone named Nabi.”

“Oh, God,” Jin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He breathed in. “You worked with Nabi?”

“She worked for me,” Iseul confessed, glaring at you. Jimin pushed you behind him, grabbing his gun. “I paid her to get to you, even told her how to get through security. She wanted in because she wanted more money so, I gave her what I could all while she was getting to you but no, Y/n was already weaving herself into you all. I had to try harder.”

“So it was your fault she got hurt?” Taehyung scoffed. He grabbed his gun, too, holding it closer to Daeseong’s back. “What do you know, little Daeseong?”

“I’m not telling you shit,” he mumbled, looking away. He heard the click of the gun and let out a shaky breath. “Nabi was my sister. Well, step-sister. I didn’t meet Iseul until Nabi introduced me to her. I didn’t want to be included in this until I found out my sister was killed by him,” he looked at Jimin, “and later my best friends were killed. They were the ones in the bar. I’m surprised, though, that you never noticed I lived next to you.”

He looked at you now and you let out a shaky breath, anxious at the fact that he could’ve killed you so easily.

“I was the neighbor that Jimin noticed staring at you,” Daeseong continued. “Nabi had been stalking them 7. I told her to let it go but, she went on. She found you as a threat, though, when Jimin had hired you, stared at your picture for days. She was there when he chose you. She knew. She found out where you lived so she made me move.”

“You always watered your plants,” you muttered, processing the information told to you. “I always told you to have a good morning because you looked miserable.”

“Yeah, because I was just staring at you and making sure what you were doing. I should’ve killed you since the first day. Such a fucking burden.”

You turned around and placed your face on Jungkook’s chest, his arms wrapping securely around your body.

Taehyung leaned in to whisper in his ear, pressing the barrel of the gun against his skin until he made sure it would bruise.

“You wanted to kill someone I love, huh?” He chuckled sarcastically, eyeing the way your hands slightly shook. His jaw tightened as the boys calmed you down. “I’m not going to spill what I’m going to do with you but, you will be conscious once you get killed by me.”

Daeseong gulped at his threats.

“We’ll take Iseul to you, Mr. Kim,” Namjoon spoke, gesturing towards the men holding your family to come in. “It’s time we bring our girl back to our place either way.”

“Apologize to her for me,” Mr. Kim sighed. “I will be sending a new shipment to you and new jewelry for her. I’m sure you’ll love to see her in it.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon hung up the phone for Yoongi before turning to look at your mom. “I’ve been wanting to kill you since I heard Y/n’s memories about you. But, I will ruin your life as much as you ruined hers.”

“Y/n, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Your mom immediately yelled at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, ignoring her words as she tried coming at you.

You looked at Hobi and Jungkook. “Can we go?”

“Come on, beauty,” Hobi kissed your head. You turned to look at your sister and dad, who were being told they could leave, a frown forming. “Go. They could come with us if you want.”

“Can they really?” Hobi smiled as he came to see the sparkle in your eyes. He nodded and you walked towards the family you loved. Your mom quickly tried getting to you, but everyone raised their guns at her that prevented her from moving forward. You hugged your sister before hugging your dad next. “Come with me to talk about what happened, please? We need to catch up.”

“Yes, we do,” your sister chuckled, quieting down. “I got so scared once I didn’t see you and just saw bodies.”

“I’ll explain what happened. They’ll take you to their home but, Jimin told me before that newcomers get blindfolded so, expect to be blindfolded.”

They nodded and your sister’s husband stared at his brother, shaking his head, disappointment coursing through him. You looked between the two and your sister reassured you that she will talk to him.

You walked towards the rest of the boys waiting for you, Jimin immediately grabbing you back into his arms, too afraid to let go while those who hurt you were in the same room as you

In a flash, you made it back to the car, tiredness consuming your body at the state of events that happened. You could only relish in the calmness of your surroundings and the warmth that radiated from Jin and Jungkook’s bodies, Jimin was in front, your hand in his.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Jungkook softly said, his hand gripped your thigh while the other was around your neck. “I’ll be here to hold you.”

“Keep me safe, Kook.”

“I will. We will.”

Under Our Noses ── bts.

SUMMARY: your hormones and a girl, who is obsessed with your fiancés and insults you, do not go together

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

A/N: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by this anon ask (much love 🤍)

“Are you coming today, baby?”

You hummed against the phone, nodding your head as you got some food ready for you and the boys. “Mhm, I am. I’m preparing some food and then I’m going to ask one of the guards, though, to help me with it because I’m already tired having just made it.”

“My love, today is your day off,” Jimin continued, pinching the bridge of his nose. He and the boys finally convinced you to at least take a day or two off. Being 6 months pregnant, you were starting to get a bit tired standing and going floor to floor, and they even banished you from moving too much. “Come here, okay? I already had the new couch installed for you and there’s so many pillows and blankets so you can make yourself comfortable.”

You giggled at how he spoiled you. “Okay, I’ll be there and please talk to your son. He’s been kicking so much.”

“I’ll scold baby,” he chuckled before responding back to someone. “Also, there’s this new girl… I don’t want to talk shit but I do want to talk shit.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t. I’ll tell you when you come here.”

“Okay, then. I’ll be there in a bit! I love you.”

Jimin smiled on his end at your pretty voice. “I love you. Be safe okay?”

“I will. Bye.”

After hanging up, you quickly called a guard over to see if they could help you carry the bags of food, which was a lot considering that there were 7 men who forgot to eat at work. Plus, you now ate for two and the baby was hungry.

Heading towards the building, you greeted the staff members who you have known for a bit now. They all waved and some staff even came to gift you some stuff for your baby, your eyes tearing up at coming to eye the baby shoes in your hands.

As you went into the elevator, you eyed a girl next to you, her fingers quickly typing away while she held onto a coffee cup in one hand. You ignored her and focused ahead of you, slightly wincing at a kick.

“Oh, my God!” The girl exclaimed. The guard in front of you immediately placed his hand on top of the gun hidden away under his blazer, making sure she wasn’t no harm to you. But, she was staring at you with wide eyes as if she’s never seen a pregnant woman. “How many months are you?”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your belly, unintentionally showing off your engagement ring. “I’m 6 months.”

“You look beautiful!” The girl continued gushing, pushing up her glasses that were falling down the bridge of her nose. You smiled and bowed your head, thanking her for the compliments.

“Thank you,” you said before looking towards the floor number. “Do you work here?”

“Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You probably don’t know him personally but, I work for Mr. Park. I came to get him coffee.”

You smiled at the mention of Jimin. “Oh, how’s he like to work with?”

“He’s great!” She gasped as if not even believing you would ask such a question. She looked at the food. “Oh, are you bringing food to co-workers?”

“Um, no,” you shook your head. “I’m going to see my husban—”

“I’m sorry, I just am so busy with getting things for Mr. Park,” the girl continued laughing, scrunching her nose as she gestured towards her phone. You nodded, smiling politely before looking away. “I still can’t believe sometimes I work with him and I’m even more surprised at the fact that I got accepted to work here. I lied in my resume just so I could see how handsome Bangtan is and it was worth it!”

You cleared your throat rather awkwardly and continued shaking your head along her words. You were rather surprised she got accepted so easily judging from the fact that the boys themselves did a thorough background on their employees or had other people do it for them.

“That’s nice,” you commented, glancing at your guard who seemed confused and annoyed at the girl’s words. Though, you assumed it was just a girl excited to work.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, pointing towards the buttons. “You didn’t press on your floor.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, waving her off. “I’m going on the same floor as you either way.”

“Do you have to talk to Mr. Park about anything?” She pestered on and you frowned. If she knew who the boys were, surely she should know you considering that your face and name were associated with the 7 anytime they would be mentioned.

“Um, no,” you replied, mentally sighing in relief when the elevators opened. You let her go first and your guard went second, making sure to stray you away from the girl. “I’m here to visit.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything about someone having an appointment,” you sighed as you now fully realized who she is. Jimin had mentioned that his old assistant, a friend of yours, Binna, had retired to focus on her children, and he was now looking for someone to take the spot permanently. She probably might be the girl he wanted to talk shit about, too. “I’m sorry, ma’am but I can’t let you in unless your name is here.”

“I don’t need to,” you said, lifting your hand. “He’s my fiancé and the father of my child.”

You watched her enthusiastic expression start fading and transition to one of seriousness. “Oh.”

“So, I’m going.”

“You still can’t,” she stopped you, heading in front of you, hand meeting your wrist. You looked at where she held you and you turned to look at your guard, gesturing towards the elevator with your eyes. He frowned as if making sure and you closed your eyes, stating that it was fine to go. After all, he was going to personally call Taehyung who was a floor above. You turned to eye the woman in front of you with a deadpan expression as your guard walked away. “Mr. Park is in a meeting.”

“That’s not what he told me,” you shrugged, hearing your guard pressing on the elevator button. “I also advise you not to touch me either.”

“Look, your fiancé didn’t tell you about him going to a meeting, he told me instead,” she sarcastically smiled, getting annoyed. “Clearly he didn’t think you’re worth enough to know about his business.”

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen to you and go instead?” You arched a brow, looking at her up and down. “All of my fiancés are in charge of you, not just Jimin.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You act as if you scare me. You don’t. You’re nothing but a whore, I mean… sleeping around with 7 men? Do better.”

“I just think you’re jealous,” you squinted your eyes, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Why would I be jealous when you look the way you do?” She snorted, her turn now to eye you up and down. “That baby is nothing. You’re nothing. I even feel sorry for the unborn child for even getting you as a mother. A terrible mother.”

Your chest was hit with such pain and sadness. You turned to look at the elevator that dinged and came to find all of the boys with your guard, their eyes lighting up when they came to see your figure. Though, their faces morphed into one of confusion and horror when they saw your eyes being filled with unshed and your bottom lip sticking out.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, beautiful?” Jungkook stepped in first, his hand immediately coming to rest behind your head as soon as you face planted on his chest. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the girl hummed, giving them a smile as if she hadn’t insulted you at all. “I was just complimenting my dear friend here about her pregnancy.”

Hoseok frowned at her words and kneeled beside you. “Hey, is that true, my love?” You shook your head and he turned to glare at the girl. “You’re lying.”

“N-no,” the girl stuttered out, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “She’s lying.”

“Excuse you?” Yoongi immediately questioned, his own arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the girl with a frown. “What did you say?”

“You can’t possible believe her,” the girl scoffed.

“So, you’re saying you think we’re stupid enough to believe the girl we’re going to marry over some girl we just met?” Yoongi frowned, glaring at her. “That’s not how it works.”

“What happened, pretty girl?” Taehyung patted your hair as Jimin came to kiss your head.

“She said that the baby and I are nothing,” you sniffed, letting out shaky breaths at recalling her words.

“You said that?” Jungkook spat out, his hooded eyes now meeting the other girl’s own as he softly shushed your cries, not being able to bear the fact you were crying.

“She also said she’s sorry for our baby for having me as a mother,” you raised your head and Taehyung wiped your tears away as his jaw clenched at your revelation. “She said I was going to be a terrible mother, too!”

You burst into tears again and the girl swore she was melting on the floor by their intense gaze. She gulped and nervously laughed.

“I did not say that at all,” she lied through gritted teeth, shaking her head and hands simultaneously.

Your body now seethed with anger and sadness, and you pointed at her with your face still buried on Jungkook’s chest. “She tried hitting me, too.”

“I-” Jimin simply let out in shock as the others froze in their place. Jimin slowly turned to look at the girl. “Excuse you? You tried doing what?”

“I didn’t try anything!” She exclaimed with wide eyes and parted lips. She looked at you in disbelief but the boys covered your shaking body by standing in front of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” Namjoon questioned, a serious look on his face. “She’s pregnant and here you are insulting her and trying to hit her? You’re under our company, her company, and our child’s company, and you dare do that stupid shit under our noses?”

“I didn’t try hitting her!”

“You’re not denying insulting her, though,” Jin snorted out, shaking his head. “Take her away, please.”

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook spoke, rubbing your back and moving aside to wipe away your tears and rub your belly. “I heard he’s been kicking you. You’re in pain, sweet girl?” You nodded and he cooed, the others watching you with loving expressions for a sec, ignoring the girl. “You hungry?” A nod. “Come on then, my babies. We’re gonna go relax.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Taehyung followed behind, grabbing your hand as Jungkook had an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you towards Jimin’s office. “Jimin told me he got you two new things so you can feel comfortable.”

“You’re gonna be excited, flower,” Jimin hummed, smiling at you while opening the door. “The pillows are fluffy and the blankets, too. I even scolded the others for not having that for you for when you visit. You deserve the best.”

“Thank you,” you pouted, immediately receiving so many kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “What’s going to happen to her?”

“She’s going to be fired, baby, after they all yell at her,” Jimin responded before Taehyung kissed your head, he, too, turning to look.

“In the meantime, don’t worry your pretty head, okay? Let’s eat.”

CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.