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Oh my GOSH, it's been a while since I've read something as powerful as this! 🔥❤ The prologue was so good, and oc is so badass already! I love her!

Can't freaking wait to see how this will play out... There's so many details such as mafia names, places, weapons etc that I'll def need to read it again to be able to catch them, but that won't be a problem ofc! The plot seems so interesting and intense (all I've been needing, actually 😅😍)

Thanks Amelia for this little masterpiece! Like, you know how long I've been waiting for alr, and it's finally HEREEE!!! 🥰💗 I'm more than excited, HELL YEAHH!!!!

a lover’s redemption | prologue

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

18+ | warnings ↠ all sorts of crime (including: drug and arms trade, embezzlement, mentions of kidnapping and attempted kidnapping), frequent use of guns and knives, gore (non-descriptive), mild injuries to multiple characters including reader, death. 

word count ↠ 6.3k

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ this is one of the fics i’ve been most excited to share since i came up with the idea almost a year ago now, i hope i can do justice to the story that’s in my head LOL. with the next part, i’ll be sharing the series masterlist and a glossary of sorts to keep up with the characters + locations as the story progresses :)  biggest thank you to mimi @personasintro​ for putting up with me for the last few months when i’ve been so annoying 😭 i really appreciate your help and support so so so much! ❤️+ my sweet ash, @jimilter​ thank you for being the most supportive and lovely beta (i have changed this a little too since you read it i think ) <3 + hadi @amourtae​ for listening to me so many times and always checking in 🥺 + hana @cutechim​ + naia @opaljm​ for helping me out too! (it was a while ago now lol) 🥰 lastly, if you read it, please tell me how you find it  send a comment/dm/send an ask it means so much to me <3 

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The Innocents: 01

❧ synopsis. Jimin is simply doing as he usually does. A bullet here, a punch there. However, when two innocents get caught in the crossfire his need to save them thrusts them all into an unconventional situation.⁣

❧ pairing. jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, yoonmin x reader⁣

❧ word count. 3.5k ⁣

❧ warnings.  Violence, Sexual Language, Strong Language    ⁣

Sometimes he really hated himself.

At times it was for something as simple as forgetting to grab a midnight snack before brushing his teeth. Other times it was for prematurely putting a bullet someone’s head. He annoyed himself. Nothing could truly explain his self-loathing but at this moment he felt it was warranted.

Two innocent strangers stumbled upon a dead body and were now being rushed across town at less than legal speeds due to carelessness. ‘Take a wild guess how much shit we’re in, Jimin.” he thought angrily to himself.

The girl was sobbing loudly, choking another sob with each sharp turn or hard hit to the car’s exterior. The guy, on the other hand, was strangely calm as he protectively covered the girl. Not unfazed but like it’s a familiar experience. Sure it sounded crazy, this isn’t the simplest of situations but the man’s mystery almost distracts him fatally so. He looks back in time to see and swerve to miss the other van that was strategically placed in his way.

A shrill ring came through the car’s speakers. He hastily hit ‘Answer’ on his screen.

‘Give me good news hyung. These assholes are popping up everywhere.”

“Calm down!-”

“Calm down!?” He swerved again to avoid a sinkhole. “Tell that to my new goddamn Mercedez you bastard!”

One of the people following got a particularly good shot into the side of the car, good enough to completely shatter the glass of the window near it, making the girl squeal louder as the man pulled her closer to protect her withering frame from the glass.

“What the hell was that?” Namjoon questioned.

Jimin sighed. “Well Namjoon hyung, that is the sound of one of two innocent people that are trying desperately not to get shot in the backseat of my fucking car!”

He could feel the man’s harsh stare on the side of his face at the harsh words but he spoke the truth. And he was saving them wasn’t he?!

More or less.

・❥・

“Out of the fucking car.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The dark-haired girl only continued to shake in the hold of the man. Namjoon grabbed her arm, ready to pull her out when he felt something cold against his throat. Barely lifting his eyes, his met with a cold, hard stare focused so harshly on him he felt like he was burning throughout his body but where what he assumed was a knife was being held against his throat.

“Woah!” he heard Jungkook from behind him.

The man’s voice came as steady as the hand that held the knife. “Remove your hand.”

Despite the nearly empty garage of well trained, quick-witted men, everyone was at a loss for action or words at the sight. Namjoon slowly let up his grip on the brunette and backed away.

Jin, of course, composed himself the quickest. “We’re sorry.” he made eye contact with the man as he lowered the knife, gaze still just as hard as it flicked over to Jin. The oldest continued. “We aren’t trying to harm you. Despite the lack of care in you getting from where you were to here, we aren’t here to hurt you. 

Jin could see the man’s grip on the girl’s head tightened some, keeping her face close to his chest.

“Yoongi,” it was faint. If there was even the sound of a penny dropping, they would have missed it. “It’s fine now.”

The girl was finally speaking. She stopped crying and though this Yoongi character still seemed tense he allowed her to move when she shifted from his hold. They could see her face now as he sat at the edge of the seat now, legs hanging out of the car.

Jin slowly approached her to offer a hand. She took it as she lowered her shaky legs to the concrete. 

It was only then they noticed the blood covering her the front of her shirt. Taehyung was quick to approach, his medical training moving his body before his rational brain could form a thought.

“Are you hurt?” he questioned with genuine worry.

“N-No, why-” she looked down and pure horror spread across her face as she saw the blood staining her blouse. She felt around her chest for a source wound. But there was nothing.

She and Taehyung shared a moment of realization and looked into the van were Yoongi still sat quietly.

He was looking, almost in confusion, at his bloodied hand. Near where his hand was going limp in realization was a spreading bloodstain and visible wound.

He looked up in a panic with a quiet plea in his eyes.

Help.

・❥・

The group worked quickly. The two strongest following Tae’s instructions to aid the man that seemed to be losing quite a bit of blood. Jimin led the way, providing passage through the endless doors and hallways, finally ending up to a sterile-looking room.

She looked on in concern as Taehyung began ordering them to hand him this and that. She nearly missed the first touch of Jimin’s hand. But there was no way. The strength of it made her eyes snap up to him. He gave her a look but something behind his eyes told her he felt it too.

She was being touched again. This time carefully. Jungkook was calmly leading her out of the room.

What the hell is this place and was Yoongi alright?

Three different strong emotions were going through the house right now.

An intense distaste for the unpredicted.

Worry and discomfort.

And a fading confusion hidden by adrenaline.

The magnitude of them together almost made the air too thick to breathe. She could feel it growing by the second when worry wasn’t preoccupying her mind.

She looked around. There wasn’t a lot of stuff in the room she was led to. It looked like someone wanted it to be a sitting room but didn’t know much about furniture...or taste. She picked up a strange vase set on a small table. Plainly put, It was ugly. 

“Hello.” she whipped her head around to see the same kind man from earlier. “I see you were inspecting our vase.”

She had almost forgotten she was holding it. She was going to sputter out a lousy response but he spoke again as he took the vase from her hands. “It truly is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.”

She snorted before straightening up. He wasn’t wrong...but he’s a stranger.

“I’m SeokJin.” he held a huge hand out. “Most people call me Jin but either is fine.”

She hesitantly took it, with a low introduction of her own.

He smiles an absolutely breathtaking smile.

Once she retracts her hand she buries them in the sleeves of the jacket Jin believes belongs to her friend that Taehyung is desperately trying to keep from losing any more blood. The thought, though grim, doesn’t show on his face. He maintains a smile knowing full well this traumatized stranger’s friend could die in this house similarly to many others.

The only difference being they are trying to save him. Many others were quite the opposite.

“Let’s go somewhere with more taste.”

They moved to the living room, which as Jin said, had much more taste. Not a hideous vase in sight. After what felt like years, Jungkook comes in with a significant amount of blood on his clothes. 

Jin rushed to the man. “Are you alright? What happened?

Jungkook tsked. “Ah, Hyung don’t get all mushy. You know I am used to assisting Tae. Especially from gunshot wounds.”

“Gunshot wounds?”Her voice was laced with concern. There was nothing else it could be but she was still confused. This was her and Yoongi. They didn’t get involved with things that didn’t concern them, let alone basically kidnapped and with damn bullet wounds.

“He is fine. One bullet knicked him good across the arm, the other penetrated his abdomen.” Jungkook shook his head as he took a seat. He looked tired. She imagined this wasn’t how his night was supposed to go. Hers damn sure wasn’t.

Taehyung sighed deeply. His tense shoulders sagged a bit as he exhaled with his palms against the cold table. “Now that a stranger isn’t bleeding out on our compound, care to explain why there was a bleeding stranger?”

Jimin, who is leaning against a clear wall, sighs as well. “Not really but I know you’re willing to be a thorn in my side until I do.”

Tae arches his eyebrow, agreeing and waiting for the answer.

“I was at The Neon to oversee the drop as we planned but Lee was on the move. I followed him and saw the bastard was planning to do it in public. Not just in public but in my business. I and two of our men followed them. He slipped around a corner. As soon as we did the same there were four guns in our face and two of our other men knocked out.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Jimin pulled out a cigarette. “That shit wasn’t going to fly though. We had Sun and Moon coming around the fire exit. They got the drop on ‘em. Lit the bastards up. Of course, Lee got away, not without two of my bullets in him, but he still got away.”

“Where do Blondie and the girl come in?”

Jimin shot his friend a look and Taehyung held his hands up in defense.

“Sorry go ahead.”

“The fire alarm going off wasn’t too big a deal for the drunks in the club but fire some shots and all bets are off. From the first shot Moon took, I heard people scrambling. I tried to follow Lee out but he started getting lost in the plethora of drunken people wishing to live another day of cocaine-fueled partying and spending their parents' money. I got outside and realized I’d completely lost him but his men had eyes on me. They were roughing up basically anyone they could get their hands on. I was trying to book it for my nice new fucking car when I noticed the two. Their clothes told me immediately they weren’t involved. Not even the slightest. Blondie was holding her just as tight as he was earlier, hell I could barely tell there were two of them at first not until one of Lee’s guys tried to take her like Namjoon. He kicked the guy square in the chest. He probably would have done something worse with that blade I didn’t know he was hiding if another one hadn’t tackled him.”

Jimin thought back to the moment he made his split-second decision. “Next thing I know I’m knocking one out, taking out the other, and pushing them toward my car. You pretty much know the rest.”

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed.”

“I just spoke to Taehyung and Jimin,” Jin informed you. “They said he probably won’t be awake for a while. There should be an empty bed next to him in the medical corridor. You can get some rest in there. I’m sure It will help both of you to be there when he wakes up.”

It was welcome news but he was headed the opposite way of where you needed to go. “Where are you going?” The question was a little more vulnerable than you were comfortable with.

He gave an apologetic smile. “To do my job. I’ve been here way too long.”

“Wait don’t you work here?”

He laughed. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I work with this group but I technically work for Jimin’s mother.”

This confused you for many reasons. “Don’t think about it too hard. She might feel it.”

You started to laugh but when he didn’t you made a mental note about her. Thankfully, a freshly changed Jungkook came back signaling you to follow him as Jimin wanted to speak to you. The quiet of the big house unsettled you a bit but the design made you feel comfortable. You were led past beautiful paintings hung on dark brown walls. Right as you reached the end of a long corridor, you were able to see the large portrait of a beautiful woman, a little boy, and an intimidating man. He opens a door next to the painting to see Jimin sitting in a chair by his fireplace.

“You can head out, Kook.”

“You sure, Hyung?” Jungkook side-eyed you. It was obvious what he was hinting at but Jimin could protect himself well. Plus, he didn’t think you would be much of a threat. He simply nodded with a smile. Once the younger man left, Jimin looked you up and down as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

He chuckled. “Most people just sit down on their own but I guess I’ll say it. Have a seat, Miss. ”

You bit your lip. “I’m still covered in blood.” Just saying it, knowing it was Yoongi’s blood made you want to vomit but you figured the man wouldn’t appreciate blood on his upholstery so vomit would probably be a no as well.

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit desensitized to it at this point. Feel free to shower or bathe. Your room has a standing shower and an alcove tub. The jets are tricky but worth the hassle.”

While a bath did sound nice, you were taken aback. “My room??”

“Well, yes. I ended up having him moved down the hall from the medical corridor to something more comfortable for you. I figured you would want to be close to your boyfriend.”

“Friend.” You muttered.

“Hmm?”

“I- uh- He’s just my friend.”

The look on his face said he didn’t fully believe that but he went on. “If you prefer to leave him in our care that’s fine. You can go home and I can call you when he is awake.”

The current situation you and Yoongi were dealing with outside of the night’s events made the thought of staying there the much better- and comfortable- option.

“No no. I want to stay with him.”

Jimin smiled. “Good. I’ll show you to your room.”

Getting to the room you were staying in was more of a walk than you were used to in something considered a “home”. You found yourself thinking the house could definitely benefit from a golf cart. Jimin was busy looking at his phone, having roamed the halls enough to know the way around with minimal effort. The urge to speak to him was stronger than your anxiety related to your current situation.

“How many rooms does this place have?”

He stopped for a moment causing you to nearly bump into him. “That’s a good question. Do you mean designated bedrooms or rooms in general? Also, would you count the other buildings on this property as “this place”?”

You stuttered. That question wasn’t supposed to have layers.

Suddenly, he broke out in a smile. “Ten, love.”

He began walking again and you decided to stay quiet.

“Here’s your room. I suggest keeping the TV low so your ‘just friend’ can get enough rest.” You stepped in next to him to see Yoongi sleeping peacefully in the most expensive-looking room either of you has ever stepped foot in. Though...maybe that isn't true. You think hard trying to get to the memory just out of reach.

“Did you hear me?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

“I said if something happens use the landline and dial 6. It calls my cell. Alright?”

You nodded silently. “He offered a small smile before leaving.

Finally left to something semi-familiar, you and Yoongi alone, you felt a little more relaxed. A need to be next to him was strong but he didn’t need any more blood near him if it wasn’t in his body. You decided to make use of the tub Jimin told you about. It took a minute to figure out the knobs but it was well worth it. In the soapy, warm water, you tried to make sense of the day. All you were trying to do was survive like you always did now Yoongi has a few dozen stitches and is out cold in a stranger’s mansion. One of the most dangerous strangers, you’ve come across too. This where your mind began to wander. His dark hair obviously acquainted with the feel of his hands. That smile. The charming yet authoritative aura he resonated. Something about the way he said ‘love’. The way your body reacted. He was dangerous. And not only because he has put bullets into more people’s heads before dinner than you’ve seen on one episode of the crime show you watched as a teenager. No, he was dangerous because he made you slip into parts of your mind you thought were closed off. After soaking until you were as wrinkled as a raisin, you looked through the drawers of the extravagant dresser. A plain cotton sleep gown was nestled in the second drawer. From the assortment of unisex clothes in that drawer, you figured it was one of the many used rooms.

Freshly cleaned and free of any blood, you stood by Yoongi’s side. It felt like home to hold his warm hand. For as long as the two of you were on your own there hasn’t always been a physical home, most times not even a roof but there was always somewhere to lay your head. On nights where sleeping in the shadows of an alley had to sacrifice, he was there to offer his lap or chest for you to rest on. He tended to put you above his own well-being. The safety of his arms was the bubble that protected you. They were the comfort on the days where life seemed to have no goodness left to spare you. It tore you up to know he suffered because of it.

The call of a real bed was strong but the need to be close to your home pulled you onto the bed where he lay.

・❥・

“Jimin.” He reached out his hand.

Yoongi stared at him, unsure of how to feel.

“Ok.”

She stepped forward. “Yoongi, how are you feeling?”

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Ca-”

“Calm down lover boy, we didn’t do anything to her. She is fine and so are you. If you keep behaving like that you’ll break a blood vessel.” Jimin sat next to the bed.

“I’m fine. Really. They’re really kind. Jin took care of me while they were operating on you.”

“What?!” His face went from mild annoyance to utter shock. He tried to sit up quickly to inspect his body but the pain came all at once.

Jimin sighed. “Did I not just say calm down?”

“What the hell happened to me?”

Jin spoke up this time. “You got shot. Twice.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. You nodded and held up two fingers for emphasis.

“A few stitches on your arm and a little work on your midsection. You should be alright though.”

“Should??”

“Yes, should. As long you calm the hell down you will be perfectly alright. I recommend you stay at home until it’s looking better.”

It was silent then. You looked to Yoongi but he looked down.

Jin carefully said your name. You hesitantly met his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“We-We don't-”

“Thank you for your help. We’ll get going now.” Yoongi tried to get up quickly, falling back against the bed in pain.

“Stop. I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry now but you’re hiding something.”

“I don’t like it when people are hiding things,” Jimin spoke. She wasn’t sure why she was so intimidated. He barely raised his voice but his authority was stifling.

“We don’t really have a home.” You spoke softly but they all heard you. After a long moment of silence, Jin asked. “Then where do you sleep?”

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant like you saw Yoongi do. “Wherever we can.”

“Alleys, shelters, parks.” Yoongi listed off.

Jin’s mouth hung open. “So that night, when Jimin brought you here…?”

“We finished eating at this diner that lets us have the night’s leftovers sometimes. It was getting pretty late so we stopped for a minute to figure out a plan for the night. We would have gone elsewhere but those guys that caused all the trouble were moving in quick. Yoongi pushed me further into the alley where they couldn’t see us. Right when we started to make our move, all hell broke loose.”

Jin started to speak but by this point, Yoongi managed to pull himself to a standing position. Rather wobbly but standing nonetheless. “Thank you for your help. We should go.”

“You can stay here,” Jimin said.

“What?” Everyone’s simultaneous disbelief had no effect on the leader. He smiled that gorgeous smile. “Not for free of course. Once Tae clears you, you will be doing jobs for me. I saw some of what you can do, especially when that little one is in danger. I’ll put a roof over her pretty little head and yours if you join my crew.”

You were in a state of pure disbelief. 

“Ok.”

Yoongi’s agreement widened Jimin’s smile and furthered your shock.

You were now living with the head of Korea’s most powerful and feared mafia.

*originally posted to kmindset *yoongi icon from yethebts

The Innocents: 01

❧ synopsis. Jimin is simply doing as he usually does. A bullet here, a punch there. However, when two innocents get caught in the crossfire his need to save them thrusts them all into an unconventional situation.⁣

❧ pairing. jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, yoonmin x reader⁣

❧ word count. 3.5k ⁣

❧ warnings.  Violence, Sexual Language, Strong Language    ⁣

Sometimes he really hated himself.

At times it was for something as simple as forgetting to grab a midnight snack before brushing his teeth. Other times it was for prematurely putting a bullet someone’s head. He annoyed himself. Nothing could truly explain his self-loathing but at this moment he felt it was warranted.

Two innocent strangers stumbled upon a dead body and were now being rushed across town at less than legal speeds due to carelessness. ‘Take a wild guess how much shit we’re in, Jimin.” he thought angrily to himself.

The girl was sobbing loudly, choking another sob with each sharp turn or hard hit to the car’s exterior. The guy, on the other hand, was strangely calm as he protectively covered the girl. Not unfazed but like it’s a familiar experience. Sure it sounded crazy, this isn’t the simplest of situations but the man’s mystery almost distracts him fatally so. He looks back in time to see and swerve to miss the other van that was strategically placed in his way.

A shrill ring came through the car’s speakers. He hastily hit ‘Answer’ on his screen.

‘Give me good news hyung. These assholes are popping up everywhere.”

“Calm down!-”

“Calm down!?” He swerved again to avoid a sinkhole. “Tell that to my new goddamn Mercedez you bastard!”

One of the people following got a particularly good shot into the side of the car, good enough to completely shatter the glass of the window near it, making the girl squeal louder as the man pulled her closer to protect her withering frame from the glass.

“What the hell was that?” Namjoon questioned.

Jimin sighed. “Well Namjoon hyung, that is the sound of one of two innocent people that are trying desperately not to get shot in the backseat of my fucking car!”

He could feel the man’s harsh stare on the side of his face at the harsh words but he spoke the truth. And he was saving them wasn’t he?!

More or less.

・❥・

“Out of the fucking car.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The dark-haired girl only continued to shake in the hold of the man. Namjoon grabbed her arm, ready to pull her out when he felt something cold against his throat. Barely lifting his eyes, his met with a cold, hard stare focused so harshly on him he felt like he was burning throughout his body but where what he assumed was a knife was being held against his throat.

“Woah!” he heard Jungkook from behind him.

The man’s voice came as steady as the hand that held the knife. “Remove your hand.”

Despite the nearly empty garage of well trained, quick-witted men, everyone was at a loss for action or words at the sight. Namjoon slowly let up his grip on the brunette and backed away.

Jin, of course, composed himself the quickest. “We’re sorry.” he made eye contact with the man as he lowered the knife, gaze still just as hard as it flicked over to Jin. The oldest continued. “We aren’t trying to harm you. Despite the lack of care in you getting from where you were to here, we aren’t here to hurt you. 

Jin could see the man’s grip on the girl’s head tightened some, keeping her face close to his chest.

“Yoongi,” it was faint. If there was even the sound of a penny dropping, they would have missed it. “It’s fine now.”

The girl was finally speaking. She stopped crying and though this Yoongi character still seemed tense he allowed her to move when she shifted from his hold. They could see her face now as he sat at the edge of the seat now, legs hanging out of the car.

Jin slowly approached her to offer a hand. She took it as she lowered her shaky legs to the concrete. 

It was only then they noticed the blood covering her the front of her shirt. Taehyung was quick to approach, his medical training moving his body before his rational brain could form a thought.

“Are you hurt?” he questioned with genuine worry.

“N-No, why-” she looked down and pure horror spread across her face as she saw the blood staining her blouse. She felt around her chest for a source wound. But there was nothing.

She and Taehyung shared a moment of realization and looked into the van were Yoongi still sat quietly.

He was looking, almost in confusion, at his bloodied hand. Near where his hand was going limp in realization was a spreading bloodstain and visible wound.

He looked up in a panic with a quiet plea in his eyes.

Help.

・❥・

The group worked quickly. The two strongest following Tae’s instructions to aid the man that seemed to be losing quite a bit of blood. Jimin led the way, providing passage through the endless doors and hallways, finally ending up to a sterile-looking room.

She looked on in concern as Taehyung began ordering them to hand him this and that. She nearly missed the first touch of Jimin’s hand. But there was no way. The strength of it made her eyes snap up to him. He gave her a look but something behind his eyes told her he felt it too.

She was being touched again. This time carefully. Jungkook was calmly leading her out of the room.

What the hell is this place and was Yoongi alright?

Three different strong emotions were going through the house right now.

An intense distaste for the unpredicted.

Worry and discomfort.

And a fading confusion hidden by adrenaline.

The magnitude of them together almost made the air too thick to breathe. She could feel it growing by the second when worry wasn’t preoccupying her mind.

She looked around. There wasn’t a lot of stuff in the room she was led to. It looked like someone wanted it to be a sitting room but didn’t know much about furniture...or taste. She picked up a strange vase set on a small table. Plainly put, It was ugly. 

“Hello.” she whipped her head around to see the same kind man from earlier. “I see you were inspecting our vase.”

She had almost forgotten she was holding it. She was going to sputter out a lousy response but he spoke again as he took the vase from her hands. “It truly is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.”

She snorted before straightening up. He wasn’t wrong...but he’s a stranger.

“I’m SeokJin.” he held a huge hand out. “Most people call me Jin but either is fine.”

She hesitantly took it, with a low introduction of her own.

He smiles an absolutely breathtaking smile.

Once she retracts her hand she buries them in the sleeves of the jacket Jin believes belongs to her friend that Taehyung is desperately trying to keep from losing any more blood. The thought, though grim, doesn’t show on his face. He maintains a smile knowing full well this traumatized stranger’s friend could die in this house similarly to many others.

The only difference being they are trying to save him. Many others were quite the opposite.

“Let’s go somewhere with more taste.”

They moved to the living room, which as Jin said, had much more taste. Not a hideous vase in sight. After what felt like years, Jungkook comes in with a significant amount of blood on his clothes. 

Jin rushed to the man. “Are you alright? What happened?

Jungkook tsked. “Ah, Hyung don’t get all mushy. You know I am used to assisting Tae. Especially from gunshot wounds.”

“Gunshot wounds?”Her voice was laced with concern. There was nothing else it could be but she was still confused. This was her and Yoongi. They didn’t get involved with things that didn’t concern them, let alone basically kidnapped and with damn bullet wounds.

“He is fine. One bullet knicked him good across the arm, the other penetrated his abdomen.” Jungkook shook his head as he took a seat. He looked tired. She imagined this wasn’t how his night was supposed to go. Hers damn sure wasn’t.

Taehyung sighed deeply. His tense shoulders sagged a bit as he exhaled with his palms against the cold table. “Now that a stranger isn’t bleeding out on our compound, care to explain why there was a bleeding stranger?”

Jimin, who is leaning against a clear wall, sighs as well. “Not really but I know you’re willing to be a thorn in my side until I do.”

Tae arches his eyebrow, agreeing and waiting for the answer.

“I was at The Neon to oversee the drop as we planned but Lee was on the move. I followed him and saw the bastard was planning to do it in public. Not just in public but in my business. I and two of our men followed them. He slipped around a corner. As soon as we did the same there were four guns in our face and two of our other men knocked out.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Jimin pulled out a cigarette. “That shit wasn’t going to fly though. We had Sun and Moon coming around the fire exit. They got the drop on ‘em. Lit the bastards up. Of course, Lee got away, not without two of my bullets in him, but he still got away.”

“Where do Blondie and the girl come in?”

Jimin shot his friend a look and Taehyung held his hands up in defense.

“Sorry go ahead.”

“The fire alarm going off wasn’t too big a deal for the drunks in the club but fire some shots and all bets are off. From the first shot Moon took, I heard people scrambling. I tried to follow Lee out but he started getting lost in the plethora of drunken people wishing to live another day of cocaine-fueled partying and spending their parents' money. I got outside and realized I’d completely lost him but his men had eyes on me. They were roughing up basically anyone they could get their hands on. I was trying to book it for my nice new fucking car when I noticed the two. Their clothes told me immediately they weren’t involved. Not even the slightest. Blondie was holding her just as tight as he was earlier, hell I could barely tell there were two of them at first not until one of Lee’s guys tried to take her like Namjoon. He kicked the guy square in the chest. He probably would have done something worse with that blade I didn’t know he was hiding if another one hadn’t tackled him.”

Jimin thought back to the moment he made his split-second decision. “Next thing I know I’m knocking one out, taking out the other, and pushing them toward my car. You pretty much know the rest.”

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed.”

“I just spoke to Taehyung and Jimin,” Jin informed you. “They said he probably won’t be awake for a while. There should be an empty bed next to him in the medical corridor. You can get some rest in there. I’m sure It will help both of you to be there when he wakes up.”

It was welcome news but he was headed the opposite way of where you needed to go. “Where are you going?” The question was a little more vulnerable than you were comfortable with.

He gave an apologetic smile. “To do my job. I’ve been here way too long.”

“Wait don’t you work here?”

He laughed. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I work with this group but I technically work for Jimin’s mother.”

This confused you for many reasons. “Don’t think about it too hard. She might feel it.”

You started to laugh but when he didn’t you made a mental note about her. Thankfully, a freshly changed Jungkook came back signaling you to follow him as Jimin wanted to speak to you. The quiet of the big house unsettled you a bit but the design made you feel comfortable. You were led past beautiful paintings hung on dark brown walls. Right as you reached the end of a long corridor, you were able to see the large portrait of a beautiful woman, a little boy, and an intimidating man. He opens a door next to the painting to see Jimin sitting in a chair by his fireplace.

“You can head out, Kook.”

“You sure, Hyung?” Jungkook side-eyed you. It was obvious what he was hinting at but Jimin could protect himself well. Plus, he didn’t think you would be much of a threat. He simply nodded with a smile. Once the younger man left, Jimin looked you up and down as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

He chuckled. “Most people just sit down on their own but I guess I’ll say it. Have a seat, Miss. ”

You bit your lip. “I’m still covered in blood.” Just saying it, knowing it was Yoongi’s blood made you want to vomit but you figured the man wouldn’t appreciate blood on his upholstery so vomit would probably be a no as well.

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit desensitized to it at this point. Feel free to shower or bathe. Your room has a standing shower and an alcove tub. The jets are tricky but worth the hassle.”

While a bath did sound nice, you were taken aback. “My room??”

“Well, yes. I ended up having him moved down the hall from the medical corridor to something more comfortable for you. I figured you would want to be close to your boyfriend.”

“Friend.” You muttered.

“Hmm?”

“I- uh- He’s just my friend.”

The look on his face said he didn’t fully believe that but he went on. “If you prefer to leave him in our care that’s fine. You can go home and I can call you when he is awake.”

The current situation you and Yoongi were dealing with outside of the night’s events made the thought of staying there the much better- and comfortable- option.

“No no. I want to stay with him.”

Jimin smiled. “Good. I’ll show you to your room.”

Getting to the room you were staying in was more of a walk than you were used to in something considered a “home”. You found yourself thinking the house could definitely benefit from a golf cart. Jimin was busy looking at his phone, having roamed the halls enough to know the way around with minimal effort. The urge to speak to him was stronger than your anxiety related to your current situation.

“How many rooms does this place have?”

He stopped for a moment causing you to nearly bump into him. “That’s a good question. Do you mean designated bedrooms or rooms in general? Also, would you count the other buildings on this property as “this place”?”

You stuttered. That question wasn’t supposed to have layers.

Suddenly, he broke out in a smile. “Ten, love.”

He began walking again and you decided to stay quiet.

“Here’s your room. I suggest keeping the TV low so your ‘just friend’ can get enough rest.” You stepped in next to him to see Yoongi sleeping peacefully in the most expensive-looking room either of you has ever stepped foot in. Though...maybe that isn't true. You think hard trying to get to the memory just out of reach.

“Did you hear me?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

“I said if something happens use the landline and dial 6. It calls my cell. Alright?”

You nodded silently. “He offered a small smile before leaving.

Finally left to something semi-familiar, you and Yoongi alone, you felt a little more relaxed. A need to be next to him was strong but he didn’t need any more blood near him if it wasn’t in his body. You decided to make use of the tub Jimin told you about. It took a minute to figure out the knobs but it was well worth it. In the soapy, warm water, you tried to make sense of the day. All you were trying to do was survive like you always did now Yoongi has a few dozen stitches and is out cold in a stranger’s mansion. One of the most dangerous strangers, you’ve come across too. This where your mind began to wander. His dark hair obviously acquainted with the feel of his hands. That smile. The charming yet authoritative aura he resonated. Something about the way he said ‘love’. The way your body reacted. He was dangerous. And not only because he has put bullets into more people’s heads before dinner than you’ve seen on one episode of the crime show you watched as a teenager. No, he was dangerous because he made you slip into parts of your mind you thought were closed off. After soaking until you were as wrinkled as a raisin, you looked through the drawers of the extravagant dresser. A plain cotton sleep gown was nestled in the second drawer. From the assortment of unisex clothes in that drawer, you figured it was one of the many used rooms.

Freshly cleaned and free of any blood, you stood by Yoongi’s side. It felt like home to hold his warm hand. For as long as the two of you were on your own there hasn’t always been a physical home, most times not even a roof but there was always somewhere to lay your head. On nights where sleeping in the shadows of an alley had to sacrifice, he was there to offer his lap or chest for you to rest on. He tended to put you above his own well-being. The safety of his arms was the bubble that protected you. They were the comfort on the days where life seemed to have no goodness left to spare you. It tore you up to know he suffered because of it.

The call of a real bed was strong but the need to be close to your home pulled you onto the bed where he lay.

・❥・

“Jimin.” He reached out his hand.

Yoongi stared at him, unsure of how to feel.

“Ok.”

She stepped forward. “Yoongi, how are you feeling?”

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Ca-”

“Calm down lover boy, we didn’t do anything to her. She is fine and so are you. If you keep behaving like that you’ll break a blood vessel.” Jimin sat next to the bed.

“I’m fine. Really. They’re really kind. Jin took care of me while they were operating on you.”

“What?!” His face went from mild annoyance to utter shock. He tried to sit up quickly to inspect his body but the pain came all at once.

Jimin sighed. “Did I not just say calm down?”

“What the hell happened to me?”

Jin spoke up this time. “You got shot. Twice.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. You nodded and held up two fingers for emphasis.

“A few stitches on your arm and a little work on your midsection. You should be alright though.”

“Should??”

“Yes, should. As long you calm the hell down you will be perfectly alright. I recommend you stay at home until it’s looking better.”

It was silent then. You looked to Yoongi but he looked down.

Jin carefully said your name. You hesitantly met his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“We-We don't-”

“Thank you for your help. We’ll get going now.” Yoongi tried to get up quickly, falling back against the bed in pain.

“Stop. I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry now but you’re hiding something.”

“I don’t like it when people are hiding things,” Jimin spoke. She wasn’t sure why she was so intimidated. He barely raised his voice but his authority was stifling.

“We don’t really have a home.” You spoke softly but they all heard you. After a long moment of silence, Jin asked. “Then where do you sleep?”

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant like you saw Yoongi do. “Wherever we can.”

“Alleys, shelters, parks.” Yoongi listed off.

Jin’s mouth hung open. “So that night, when Jimin brought you here…?”

“We finished eating at this diner that lets us have the night’s leftovers sometimes. It was getting pretty late so we stopped for a minute to figure out a plan for the night. We would have gone elsewhere but those guys that caused all the trouble were moving in quick. Yoongi pushed me further into the alley where they couldn’t see us. Right when we started to make our move, all hell broke loose.”

Jin started to speak but by this point, Yoongi managed to pull himself to a standing position. Rather wobbly but standing nonetheless. “Thank you for your help. We should go.”

“You can stay here,” Jimin said.

“What?” Everyone’s simultaneous disbelief had no effect on the leader. He smiled that gorgeous smile. “Not for free of course. Once Tae clears you, you will be doing jobs for me. I saw some of what you can do, especially when that little one is in danger. I’ll put a roof over her pretty little head and yours if you join my crew.”

You were in a state of pure disbelief. 

“Ok.”

Yoongi’s agreement widened Jimin’s smile and furthered your shock.

You were now living with the head of Korea’s most powerful and feared mafia.

*originally posted to kmindset *yoongi icon from yethebts

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.DarkSide.

Teaser. Part One. Part two.

Pairing : dark! Mafia Jimin x reader (f)

Genre : oneshot, yandere, arranged marriage.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings : No warnings for this chapter tbh, just a lot of cursing by our y/n , hot and sexy jimin, mention of violence and blood, angry and frustrated y/n, annoyed jimin, slight angst, cold and super rude jimin. ( the next chapter is probably gonna be full of filth and gore violence. Jimin's darkside will be visible in the next part)

Summary : after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. He has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

A/N : this is purely fiction, I don't encourage these type of activities outside the fictional world. Please go through the warnings before reading it. But if you would like to read more please let me know. 💗

You were naive, Naive enough to think that love like fairytales exist. Often as child you heard your mother explaining how you were going to get your prince Charming who would take you away from here and will end your misery. You always believed that one day you'll going to find someone who would love you wholeheartedly unlike your dad.

You knew your dad wasn't too emotionally attached to you but you had faith in him that he would find the perfect Prince Charming for you. you barely knew your dad.  He was the boss of one of the biggest gangs in Seoul, and as his only daughter, you had been kept well away from the criminal lifestyle he led. Expensive boarding schools, lavish holidays abroad during Christmas and summer, a fat allowance every month and free reign with his black credit card that you never had to pay off. Growing up, you’d had everything you’d ever wanted – except for the love and attention of a father.

You loved your father, yes you did but you were disappointed when you heard his last wish.

When you thought of marriage, you always wanted someone different from your dad. you thought of tender caresses and knowing smiles between husband and wife. You dreamed of shy, newlywed touches and a honeymoon phase that lasted forever. You dreamed of being doted on, spoiled, taken care of, shown off – you dreamed of it all and wanted it all.

But your father had different wishes. He promised you to someone who isn't even completely familiar with your presence. He didn't even asked you beforehand. You were too shocked and hurt to even voice out your opinion in front of everyone other than your own mother.

“I won’t do it!” You had yelled, stamping your heels against the marble floor of your foyer. “Mom, I swear to God. You can’t make me marry some man I don’t even know, just because Dad wanted me to! For fucksakes, I’m meant to be going to las Vegas with the girls next week! The Vegas, Mom! Not a wedding! Not my own fucking wedding!”

“You have to.” Your mother had said simply. “It’s been arranged. It has been for a long time. You may not have known it, but your father and the Park family have been planning this union for years. To bring the two biggest families in the city together as one. It’s what your father would have wanted. And Park Jimin has graciously agreed to marry you. It’s all set.”

“Fuck Park Jimin ” You had whined. You knew him. You had seen him around the few summers you had actually spent in your hometown. He was older than you, a fair bit older. But he was handsome – every girl in the area was crazy about him. He was also silent, brooding, dangerous – the man in charge of the one gang bigger and deadlier than your father’s. “I don’t care what he’s agreed to. I’m not agreeing. You hear me, Mom? I don’t want this. It’s not happening. It won’t happen. I won’t let it!”

Your wedding was held privately, only yours and Jimin's family were present. You had to admit, Jimin was looking the finest piece of ass on your wedding.  Shoulders broad and fit snugly into a black and white tux. Blonde hair neatly gelled back. You wondered if Jimin is really forced by his parents too. Because every time he looked at you, he smiled. The softest kind of smile. The kind of smile which told you he isn't here because he was forced to.

You never knew Jimin personally, you've only heard about him. Even if he's smiling at you like he's the kindest person you've ever met,  you should know he is NOT. He's the head of the underworld's dirty business, he takes care of every illegal shit out there with a smile. He's ruthless, cold, dangerous and what not, you've heard every thing about him.

You still had a vague memory his, when you were in  your last year of school and your cousin had taken you to a club, showing your fake id to the security. You saw him there, surrounded by girls. There were rumours about him, about his bachelor lifestyle, how he used girl after girl and then discarded them without a second glance. Somehow, it didn’t make sense for a man like that to be settling down.

But Jimin seemed so assured as he said his vows, exuding power and charm with every word he spoke; even the small crowd seemed amazed by him. Which was crazy to you, because all of them must know that this whole thing was an act, right? But when it was all said and done, and Jimin leaned down and kissed you, pressed his pillowy lips softly against yours and held your jaw gently as he did, you could feel your heart flutter just a tiny bit.

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

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" Fuck, it taste like shit. " You whined as you tasted the kimchi stew. You exactly made it like the recipe which the maid gave you, but guess you can't actually cook. For once you wanted to do something like an actual housewife does. But it's all in vain, you can't serve this to Jimin. You pinched your nose in disgust and threw the food in the bin, washed your hand and settled down on a nearby chair.

Jimin would be home soon- you called him before to make sure if he's coming tonight or not. Almost every three or four days in a week, Jimin stayed outside because of his illegal work. You thought of making him dinner but now you are back to zero.

You have to think fast before he arrives. You can't serve him nothing, nor like he would care- you murmured bitterly. You walked up to the front door, swinging it open. The guard on duty raised an eyebrow at you.

" What do you want Mrs. Park.? " The guard asked.

" I cooked shit, so make one of your guys go and get rose ttaekboki for two people along with some cheese gimbap and make sure to add the glass noodles in ttaekboki. " You ordered and the Guard immediately nodded his head, gesturing to the other guy to bring it for you.

Jimin sure did have a lot of guys stationed outside his house – “Anything else, Mrs. Park ?” the guard asked.

" No, that will be all. " You as you closed the door and went back inside. That was one perk of being the wife of Park Jimin -  having about a dozen of his   men working for him at your beck and call. They’d get the food and wine and anything else you asked for, knowing Jimin would do something drastic like have them killed if they disobeyed.

You wonder if they knew what happens inside the house.

Jimin isn't really fond of you. He made sure to let you know that when you guys returned back from your wedding. As depressing as it sounded. You didn’t even know why you were bothering to ensure there was food for him when he got home. Because he had let you know from the moment that he married you, he hated your guts.

When you first arrived here, after your wedding you still remember his actions. You had grown up with money but it was nothing compared to how lavish Jimin's house was. He had pools, tennis courts, an indoor cinema, he practically lived in a palace. And he had stood to the side, hands in his pocket and an unreadable expression on his face and you on the other hand were feeling giddy to see such luxury.

Your room’s on the second floor, third door.” Jimin had said curtly. “All your suitcases have been unpacked. The maids are in their quarters downstairs if you need anything else.” And then he had left. Without another word. Just turned on his heel and walked out the door, probably to attend to some type of his wicked business – on his wedding night no less.

And three months later, it was still more of the same. Jimin barely looked at you, barely spoke a word to you unless he really had to. You hadn’t even seen the inside of his bedroom, and he had never stepped foot inside yours. Your bedroom which was all soft pastel coloured and girly, fluffy  rug and vanity table and everything. You wondered if he’d ordered it to be decorated exactly to your taste, thinking it was what you’d like – which it was – but no. Jimin barely knew you, he hadn’t even tried to get to know you.

The only time Jimin did act like a normal, nice and loving husband was in public. In the eyes of other people, he was perfect, doting, amazing. Often, you’d go to events with him, club appearances or charity galas thrown by his business partners – fronts for more money laundering, undoubtedly, not that Jimin ever shared any inside knowledge about his business with you.

And you’d be on his arm at those galas, dressed in some expensive dress you’d bought with his money, letting him parade you around with his large hand on the small of your back. And you had to give Jimin props for his acting skills, because he’d look at you with sparkling black eyes that actually looked like they were in love – how did he even do that? – and he’d introduce you as his wife, he’d kiss you, whisper softly to you, tuck your hair behind your ear. And everyone would smile and congratulate you both on being such a beautiful couple.

And then you would come home, and he would go to his room and you would go to yours. No words spoken. No more touches. No more smiles. Not even a look.

So you couldn't understand why we're you stressing yourself for him. You shouldn't care if he's well fed or not. Three months into the marriage and you can't believe nothing has changed, and you don't think it'll ever change.

But still you try, wearing a cute blue knee length dress, bought by of course Jimin's card now, styled your hair in a cute messy bun and few strands of your hair were falling on your face which made you look cute tbh.

You wish that Jimin might today notice and realise that, oh my wife is looking actually cute and hot and maybe i should treat her more like a wife or maybe a human atleast......... You thought bitterly.

The doorbell rang. It was one of Jimin’s guys, a bag of food in his hand. He handed it to you quickly, barely making eye contact with you before scurrying away. That was another thing. Ever since you’d married Jimin, no other man ever looked your way. Which sucked, because you had liked the attention. And it wasn’t like you were getting any from your husband.

You had just finished setting the table when his Highness came home. Jimin was imposing as he walked in through the door, acting like he owned the place – which he did. He had on a white dress shirt, collar button undone and sleeves rolled up, and specks of suspicious red dotting the otherwise pristine white fabric. He had his suit jacket scrunched up in his hand, and his blonde hair looked tousled, like he’d run his hand through it many times throughout the day.

He looked like he’d come straight home after torturing some poor somebody, but you had to admit he still looked unreal. He always looked handsome.

" Hyung, I don't want to deal with that shit right now. I have a lot to deal with already, just take care of it and I'm not repeating myself. " Jimin was obviously talking to someone while he walked towards you.  It was pretty normal for you now, just some criminal men talking about criminal shit everyday which you found plainly boring.

Once Jimin finished talking, you looked up then only. God, you would stop breathing if he continued to run his hand through his already messy hair. Words caught up in your throat as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Do you want to say something? " Jimin asked as he tossed his jacket on the sofa and wiped his sweat from his forehead.

" You must be hungry, I ordered the food. Have some. " You said as you tried looking somewhere else other than him. You practically cringed because  of your wavering tone.

Jimin threw a glance towards you and then sat on the on the chair.

" I have some people coming over tonight.” He said, surveying the food, the kitchen, the fridge, the floor, and then gracing you with eye contact that lasted about two seconds before it was back on the food again, “You need to be inside your room around 9pm. Get all you need from downstairs before then. Don’t come down here after that, got it?”

He said and he didn't even waited for you to respond, instead picking up his plate and heading down towards the office. His office, where he practically lived. Where he would go disappear whenever he chose to stay at home and you hated the fact that he doesn't give two shits about you.

" Are you Fucking serious.? Huh? " You said as you stood abruptly from your chair making a skeech noice. Jimin stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you.

What the fuck is his problem? You can't fucking believe him. Is he doing this on purpose? Making you loose your mind? You don't even fucking know at this point.

" What do you think of yourself? Are you my dad? Ordering me shits around. You can't just lock me in my room every fucking time jimin. It's also my fuckin house. " You raised your voice as you walked towards him.

" Watch your tone y/n. You won't like to cross your limits. " Jimin's eyes flashed warningly, his tone authoritative yet somehow still nonchalant. As if he was speaking to one of his subordinates, rather than his own wife. “And I’m serious. Grab your things and go to your room before 9pm.” He said as he continued walking towards the hall, you followed him. You can't muffle your thoughts this time.

" Why, why the fuck do you want me to stay in my room after 9pm . What, is your other whore gonna be around? Is this the reason park? " You asked sarcastically really letting it go with the expletives. God. He made you so angry – marching into the house, not even thanking you for the food – it was takeout, but still he should have thanked you- and then ordering you to go to your room like you were five fucking years old.

" Don't you dare talk like that to me love.” Jimin eyed you annoyingly because you could say that you were crossing your limits, and as if on cue, his phone began buzzing in his pocket. It was probably some cranky drug lord on the other end, since those were the type of people you knew he worked with on a regular basis. " I don't have time for this drama of yours right now but I'll talk to you later about this. " He ran his hand through his hair for the 6-7 time annoyingly before turning his heels back.

He twisted the knob of his office door and said, " Don't make me repeat myself y/n. Go to your room before 9pm or else you'll regret it. " And with that he disappeared in his office.

Fuck him. You thought, stewing and swearing as you stomped your way up the stairs. Tears stinging your eyes as you marched towards your room. Out of sheer irritation and spite, you took out your phone out and quickly bought one necklace and anklet of Cartier along with 3 heels from Manolo Blahnik, rapidly typing out Jimin's card information before you could change your mind. The notification from his bank would probably piss him off, but it wouldn’t really make a dent on his bank balance. No. This wasn’t enough. You wanted to push him even further.

It seemed like the only time Jimin spoke more than two words to you was when he was ordering you or angry at you. Well. You could give him something to get angry over. You could give him plenty to get angry over. No more playing at caring little housewife. It was time to get creative.

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death valley finale (dark v.) | part 3 (m) | teaser

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader  teaser smut ft: jimin x reader wc: 1k

genre: smut. yandere. thriller. mafia!au rockstar!au

teaser warnings: penetrative sex, groping, breast play, choking, praise, heavy drug & alcohol use, implied masochism, rough sex, implied oral sex, implied illicit photography, manipulation, brief suggestion of death

a/n: i know ive been really busy so heres a little sneak peek teaser type thing. im really so sorry for the delay but hope you enjoy this in the meanwhile!

Breathless, the city lights glimmered in your eyes. It was a rush, seeing the world from this high in the air. From the balcony of Jimin’s penthouse, where you floated—a tight red bikini submerged in the scalding waves of his hottub. Red that matched the soft hue of coming from beneath the water, red like the color of your eyes as Jimin came up behind you, pulling the blunt from your lips so he could take a hit himself. Proceeding to trail his lips across your jaw. Thick smoke dancing against your skin. Exhaling bliss into your pliant lips.

You inhaled him. Everything he was, you let him consume you. Eyes crossed, elevated beyond sanity as he deepened this kiss, groaning against you. Hands tugging the string at your hips, allowing the garment to float away as his ringed fingers slid up your folds. Finding your clit, he bit your lip, tugging on it with a growl. Fingers caressing the sensitive flesh with tender intension.

“Jimin—“ You sighed, eyes half lidded as his palm made home over the fabric of your bikini, fondling you lightly. The tempting press of his erection nudging into your ass. He left you in gasps, moving his lips behind your ear where he could whisper sweet nothings. Filthy promises. Dirty lies.

The two of you hadn’t left the apartment in days, trapped in a haze of liquid courage, nothing but moans and the slick slapping of skin on skin, steadily harmonizing. Each time convinced you had already reached nirvana, only to be proven wrong. Bottles on bottles of liquor open as he’d tug your hair back, pouring it down your throat, licking the spill from the edge of your lips until he’d swallow you into him.

Until you’d find yourself pushed back, with Jimin pouring tequila down your body, licking all the way to your cunt. A man deprived. A man with unquenchable desire. Letting the bitter liquid fill your core before slurping it out of you. Screams filling the room as you’d hold his hands, clawing into his palms as he ate you out, high off your sweet arousal. It burned terribly. It was obscene, dirty, painful—and you loved it.

After sucking you dry, he’s shower you with praise. You were his good girl. His little whore. Tongues intertwined. Nails raking across each others backs, bodies covered in sweat. Imprints of his hands bruised around your neck, hickies all over your skin. Wrapping your tongue around him, kneading him good as he would tug your hair.

You’d fall apart, gasping for air with him right next to you. Only for him to pull you into the shower just to do it all over again. You ached—ached bad. In the best possible way. Knees weak. Trembling with pleasure.

“God I can never get enough of you” He mumbled, teeth sinking into your neck as he gripped your breasts. Pinching your nipples, he enjoyed the way you winced in his hold before ripping the bra off you, tossing it across the ledge.

“Jimin!” You squealed, giggling as the two of you watched it fall many stories down. He smirked, turning you gently so that you could wrap your legs around his hips, hands knowing to find your ass, carrying you through the water. He looked up at you in amazement. There was no way for you to know how beautiful you looked to him in that moment. His hands crawling up your back as he began to lower you onto his throbbing cock.

“I love you so much” His words were quiet, but you heard them with every move he made. He settled you down onto him, basking in the sensation of your warmth, tightly gripping around his length. "Fuckkk baby”, he lifted you, cock dragging against your walls, sending heat shooting through your veins. 

Water spilt over the edge, sloshing around as Jimin began to pull you back down, pumping you slowly— not leaving your eyes for a second as he bounced you on his dick. You gripped his shoulders, allowing him to move you as he wished. His lips latched onto your erect nipple, gnawing on it lightly before suckling the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“I love you too” How could you not? With the way he was worshipping every inch of your chest with the wet glide of his tongue. With the way he filled your every crevice, leaving no part of you untouched. The way he pampered you and praised you. 

It was everything you ever wanted. Right?

Your heart dropped, a pair of eyes invading your memory as yours fluttered shut. The sly smile of a man who petrified you. Who adored you. Who would do anything to get his hands on you. You were a prisoner to him, and he was trapped inside your head.

Pushing the thoughts out of your head as fast as they came, your refocused onto Jimin. “Fuck me harder” You whined, hands finding his so that you could pull them to your neck “Please Jimin…please I need you so bad”

The rockstar chuckled, choking you lightly before pulling out. He moved so fast, you were dizzy by the time he bent you over the ledge, guiding his cock easily back into your sopping heat. Fingers gripped around your jaw he pulled you back against him, teeth grazing against your cheek as he pounded you. Heavy cock hitting you deep with every thrust.

You were faded. Too drunk to mind as he filled you with his seed, plugging you up and keeping you there. Too drunk to react to the fact that across the neighboring buildings, paparazzi were having an absolute field day. Too drunk to see Namjoon’s 30 missed calls.

Too drunk to comprehend two simple words flashing on your phone screen before it too slipped off the ledge:

Yoongi’s dead.

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