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Loving Him [4]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Badboy Jimin X Reader

Summary: Loving someone who doesn’t return it is caustic and yet you are unable to stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper for this enigmatic man you came across one warm summer.

Rating: M

A/N: I know I said this will be fluff but now that I am back, I’ve made certain changes to the originally intended one and so, yeah..expect mild smut in the coming chapters..XD

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With the end of your two-week long moping, comes Monday morning. A morning you had always hated in the past. A Monday that you’d never in your wildest dreams expected to be this cheerful. But this is different, for this Monday you are officially ready to get rid of the mysterious boy named Park Jimin. You are finally ready to let go of whatever momentary attraction you had felt for him and move on.

Removing the warm blanket from your form, you literally bounce out of the bed in your underwear. And as you make your way out the room, you pull on your favorite oversized T-shirt and get into the kitchen. Today really is going to be a better day. You reassure yourself as you stretch your limbs and put your favorite playlist on cellphone to shuffle, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the random songs.

“I like how it feels!” You yell along to the lyrics of Enrique’s song as you cook yourself a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon.

You really like how it feels. You feel better.. Because finally the summer break is over and with it, all thoughts of Park Jimin. Your classes are reopening from today onwards and you’re excited (and thankful) to begin your last year in high school.

To begin with, why were you even so entranced by this Park Jimin? Like, what has he even done for you? You literally saw him for a day and that too, for mere hours. Actually, he shouldn’t mean anything to you. Yes! He shouldn’t and he won’t.

Donning the school uniform again makes you feel so much better. It gives you more willpower and a sense of glee you didn’t know you had been missing. Seriously why were you all sullen over a guy you barely know?!

As you walk through the premises of the school, a breeze tickles your skin, making your skirt flutter with it and you realize that summer really is gone..

Now, it’s time for the rains…

A feeling of joy tingles your whole form and instinctively, you close your eyes to enjoy this welcoming change in weather.

“Y/N!”

A voice calls you out and you turn around to come face-to-face with the bright smile of Jeon Jungkook, vice-captain of the football team. You had completely forgotten about him and your other friends this summer. Damn. You really need to return to your old lifestyle.

“Hi Kookie” You wave a hand and smile.

“We’re taking in new members today so um..” He scratches his neck, his head cocked sideways in an act of shyness, “I hope you’ll come and watch?”

You smile at him. This sweet, junior of yours has always liked you. It’s obvious. It has always been obvious to you. Sadly though, you don’t return the sentiment. But now..you think you must reconsider and give this young man a chance.

“Sure! I’ll see you there.” You give him another polite smile and excuse yourself.

It‘s about time you actually start enjoying your high school life as you are supposed to. Even if it involves dating someone younger than you. A flash of brown crosses your vision for a fleeting moment but you immediately brush it aside. You will move on…

With your hands busy shuffling through the multiple things in your locker and your eyes skimming across your class schedule, you make a mental note to find your friends during lunch break. You need to catch up with everyone, hear their stories and gossips. And you also have to attend those football try-outs that Jungkook has invited you for. For a moment you wonder if it’ll be okay to drag your friends along. Hmmm… Or maybe he wants you to come alone? Wait what if-

“I said get the fuck outta ma way!”

Some unknown dude shouts and you flinch, resulting in your hands shaking, which further leads to the fall of your books on the floor. Great! You kneel down to collect them, the dude yelling even more profanities at some other guy. A long sigh leaves your lips. Your very first lecture of the day is about to start and you don’t want these kind of bad words crossing your mind during it.

But just as you stand back up and arch your face towards the shouting dude, your eyes fall upon a beautiful shade of blue locks and a voice that begins sounding more and more familiar by every passing second. No.. No it can’t be. You try convincing yourself with a quick shake of your head but the view before you boldly denies your thought.

And so with a sudden anxiousness bubbling in your form, you mumble, “J..Jimin?”

The man turns around and just as you had expected, your eyes take in the beautiful sight of Park Jimin, standing merely a few metres from you, his brown hair now dyed into a light shade of blue. There are nicks and cuts on his impeccable face, a bruise at the left corner of his lips. Yes, it is indeed Park Jimin. Injured. Different. Beautiful.

He stares at you with narrowed brows, the one’s you had witnessed on a warm morning two weeks ago when he had pinned you down on your bed. (You still have no idea why or how he had that sudden change in his personality.) Slowly his brows smooth down as recognition swims through his mind and you faintly hear another curse rolling off his lips before he literally launches himself at you.

A/N: So yeah.. this is written very plainly and its short :/

Plus, I ended this on a very bad place but I swear I’ll update as soon as I can..:)

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Cruel Intentions (Part 4)

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, mafia!Jungkook

Warning: yandere themes, manipulation, smut, oral sex (m & f receiving), mentions of death, fingering, squirting,

Word Count: 12, 963

Description: Flashbacks of you and Jungkook's relationship; Soobin and Jungkook officially meet.

You were feeling weird. Unlike yourself.

You blame it on Stockhold Syndrome. It had to be.

As another month passes, your feelings towards Jungkook appear to change. You don't notice it as it happens - but now it hits you suddenly. You no longer feel as disgusted being around him. His presence doesn't bring you the same anger it once did - and that terrifies you.

At night when you two lay in bed, you find warmth and comfort in his embrace. Breakfasts in the morning were more inviting, and you find yourself waiting for him to come home for dinner each day when he leaves to manage his business.

Maybe this is how you find yourself entangled in the shower - the hot water against both of your bodies. His large hands massage your body with the body wash - the scent of vanilla filling the bathroom along with the steam. His lips are kissing your neck, hands cupping your breast fondly. He enjoys the way your back arches against him - but he tries to keep his cock away from touching you. It's hard and throbbing, but he wants to take things slow with you. He doesn't want to go all the way until after he wedding. But, you make it hard for him to stop. Your moans and whimpers, the look of lust in your eyes when he touches you. It get's to him, even if you don't know it.

Jungkook's hands trail from your breast down to your stomach until he reaches between your legs. He shudders, and he's not the one being pleasured. But he finds his own pleasurable satisfaction with getting to pleasure you. You were growing comfortable with him, and all he had to do was keep doing what he was doing to make you this way.

While his left fingers pinch your nipple, his right swirls onto your clit. You lean your head back and whimper, eyes shut. The water dies down the moans, but Jungkook can hear them clearly. They do nothing but encourage him to continue. His lips find yours, but before his tongue could dance with yours, you break away. "Why don't you ever want me to do anything for you?"

Jungkook was taken back by your question. He shrugs. squeezing your breast. "You're not as experienced as I am." He also didn't want to make it seem as though you needed to. He was happy with waiting for the wedding - it was a tradition in Bangan after all.

"I've given a blow job before." you retort, even if it was a while ago and ended disastrously. "I can give you one." you offer, turning to face him.

Jungkook gulps when you wrap a hand around his cock. You've never touched it before, never having the need to. You begin to stroke it, your eyes peaking at Jungkook. He turns away from you with a tiny flush to his cheeks. You proceed to get on your knees, opening your mouth and taking the tip in it. Your tongue swirls around it to get a feel of it.

Jungkook hisses. His back falls against the cold shower glass and he wishes he had something to hold onto.

You don't put him all in your mouth at first. You take your time, making sure what you were doing was something he indeed enjoyed. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you pump him while your tongue swirls his head.

Jungkook's hands fall under your chin, his head hanging low. He opens his eyes to look at you, and you stare up at him. Droplets of water were falling from his hair and falling onto your cheeks. You blink a few times, caught in a trance. You remove your hand from his cock and bring him more into your mouth. Your head is bopping against him, the sounds of you slurping loudly is evident - even with the sounds of the shower.

Jungkook bites his lip at the sight, trying not to sound like a teenage boy moaning at a blow job. You were gorgeous, and he was glad you felt comfortable enough to do it. "You're so beautiful, baby." His hands grip your chin, his eyes never leave yours. It was embarrassing how he was close to cumming - but who wouldn't be when it came to you? You sucked him hungirly, and he begins to question how many time you've done this.

Jungkook tries to remove himself from your lips, but you only clamp down harder, sucking him in more. He hisses, feeling himself about to cum. He didn't want to cum in your mouth - he wasn't sure if you were into that. But it was too late to ask, because when he feels the back of your throat, he's cumming. He's twitching, feeling himself go numb.

You gag at the amount of cum he was harboring inside of him. When Jungkook releases himself from inside of you, you spit a bit of the cum out and swallow the rest.

Jungkook leans down and kisses your lips, humming.

Within the next hour, Jungkook and you were within another boutique - a bridal one. He has a wide smile on his lips as you two enter the empty shop - you had an idea that it was empty for a reason, that being your arrival. But you scan the many dresses on display for you and release a sigh. You were going o have to marry him - and though you and him have been sexual acive, the thought of marrying him was still something taboo in your mind.

"Ah, Jungkook-ah." a woman emerges from behind a table, hands waving around. "I was expecting your arrival. And this must be the wife."

"Soon to be." Jungkook nods, his eyes on you. "We still haven't found the perfect dress for her."

The woman nods. She turns to you. "So what is your dream dress? Mermaid? Flare? Ball Gown?"

You aren't sure what to say. You haven't thought about a wedding dress since you were in High School - and even then that was just for fun. You turn towards Jungkook. He nods his head at you. "You can get whatever you want." he states. "I'll base my suit around your dress."

"I-I'm not sure." you respond to the woman who nods and shrugs.

"We have a high selection of designer bridal wear. Come with me," she motions with her hand. "I'll bring you to the dressing room and you can try on what I bring and you and the husband will decide together."

The first dressed you were put into wasn't your style - but it was beautiful. It was laced all over, hugged you perfectly and flowed behind you. The woman told you it was hand-sewn and you just knew a piece like this was expensive and priceless.

Jungkook's eyes widen as you walk out, the woman behind you in case you trip. "You look beautiful!" he coos. His eyes wander all around you to get the full feel of it. He can imagine you wearing this at the wedding - it wasn't as traditional as what his Hyung's wives wore, but that was best. His wedding would be the best.

"It's alright." you click your tongue.

"You don't like it?" Jungkook tilts his head. "How about you try something else on?"

You nod your head, and soon you're back into the dressing room. You've tried on a variety of dresses - all for some reason Jungkook lept claiming he loved. Which wasn't a lie - he adored all the dresses upon you. But you were the one that had to wear it, so if you didn't like it he wouldn't push. You stepped out in the next dress, a mermaid gown with a deep, plung neckline. The woman told you it would be perfect because of the fishtail train - and you actually believed her. She also suggested to you wear lace bridal gloves, going far up your arms. You weren't sure if you enjoyed it or not.

Jungkook smiles again as you walk out. He doesn't say anything, but he was sure you'd know his response. He waits for you to say that you hate him like you've did the last 10 dresses.

"I think I like this one." you murmur, eyes trained on your reflection in the mirror. "I'm not sure about the gloves."

Jungkook's head snaps to you. "You like it?" he furrows his brows.

You nod your head. You turn to look at him. "Do...you?"

"Don't ask dumb questions, baby." Jungkook stands. He turns towards the woman whose eyes are flickering between you and Jungkook in anticipation. "We need this dress as soon as possible. Within the next month."

She nods her head vigorously. She already has your measurements - so the dress should be done in no time. Jungkook was paying good money for this and her job was on the line if it couldn't be complete.

When you're back into your clothing, you aren't allowed to look at the price of the dress - Jungkook tells you to stay back. You do with crossed arms, your eyes trailing across the bridal boutique. Within a few minutes, you and Jungkook are done and before you can ask where else the two of you were off to, his phone rings.

You're quiet as you enter his car. "It's Sung-ho." he says. Your head turns to him. Sung-ho was one of the men assigned to take Soo-ah to and from her dance lessons daily. It was easier for Ye-Rim to work and not worry about being late in taking her.

Jungkook answers the phone. You're not bothered - Sung-ho calls all the time to assure that he has Soo-ah and is dropping her off at home. However, when Jungkook yells obscenities - you're taken aback.

Jungkook turns on the car with a press of the button. He throws his phone down and releases a breath. "You're going to hate me." he murmurs, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

Your eyes narrow at him. "What's wrong with Soo-ah?" you rush to ask.

Jungkook turns to you. His eyes are serious as he responds. "She was taken for ransom."

Soobin's eyes scans your weeping figure behind the tall man who's glaring daggers at him. He gulps, the eyes of the unknown man were rough and if looks could kill - he wouldn't be standing here. "Y/N. Who's this?" Soobin asks behind you, his eys flickering between you and the man.

"Don't talk to her." Jungkook hisses, stepping forward but is stopped by your hands wrapping around his bicep. "Who are you?" he then asks. "Soobin...age 21." Jungkook watches as Soobin's eyes widen. "You lived with your mother, Byeol, who was once a nurse in her lifetime. You don't have a father figure, or even met your dad at that. Am I correct so far?"

Soobin doesn't know how to respond. How did he know an abundance of information about his life?

Jungkook shakes his head with a scoff. He turns to you, the tears now dripping down your chin. You were scared - not for yourself, but for the boy who stood a few feet away from the two of you. "Is this the boy you've left me for, Y/N?" he snarls. "You expect him to raise our son in the middle of nowhere? With no protection? I've walked right into this shack of a home imagine someone trying to hurt the two of you?"

Soobin's caught off guard by Jungkook's words. By the way you look away, he knows now that this is the man you've been running from for months. The man who you refused to speak of - with good reasons. Jungkook hovers above you as he speaks lowly of Soobin, and though you don't cower, you are visibly uncomfortable.

"Y/N!" Soobin shouts. "Are you willingly leaving with him? Or is he forcing you?" he demands an answer. For the months he has come to know you, he's grown concerned and protective of you and Jin-Seon. He was no match for Jungkook - while he stood a few inches taller than him and buff - but he wouldn't allow you to be taken advantage of without a fight.

"Didn't I say don't talk to her?!" Jungkook hisses, he takes a few steps closer to Soobin, who returns does the same. You tug at Jungkook's bicep nervously. You didn't wish to see Soobin hurt - not in your honor. You'd never forgive yourself if anything happened to him. "You have no right to speak to my wife."

Soobin swallows. His eyes flicker to yours at the revelation. You don't meet his eyes, ashamed that you've kept such a large part of your life away from him.

"I don't care what she is to you. Y/N is my friend." Soobin states. "And if she doesn't want to leave with you, then she won't go." Soobin is firm in his words. He and Jungkook are having a stare down, all the while you're preparing for the worse.

Jungkook furrows a brow. "Are you going to stop me?" he scoffs. He tilts his head as he eyes Soobin up and down before turning to you. "You're attracted to...that?"

Soobin clenches his fists. "Y/N. You don't have to go. You and Jin-Seon-"

Jungkook is quick to turn back to Soobin and remove the gun from his waist. He points it at a startled Soobin, who takes a few steps back. He gulps, eyes face to face with the gun pointed at him. "Don't say our sons name." Jungkook snaps, his eyes wide with fury. The audacity of this boy trying to keep his wife and son from him.

"Jungkook." you hiss, pulling him back. Your heart is racing. "Please don't."

Soobin remains still but his eyes blink to the floor.

Jungkook snickers and drops his arm. He places the gun back onto his waist. His hand touches your hand on his bicep. He turns to you and frowns, his eyes softening. "I don't like seeing you cry, Y/N, baby." he murmurs. He wraps his arms around you. "It'll be alright. We can go home now. I don't have a room ready for Jin-Seon but I will. He can sleep with us until then."

Soobin feels his heart thump as he watches you and Jungkook. He takes a step forward, the wood beneath his feet squeaking.

Jungkook's ears perk and he turns his head to glance at Soobin, his eyes narrowing.

"Y/N." Soobin murmurs, ignoring Jungkook. "What's going on?"

Your throat is dry and your head is spinning. You wish Soobin would stand back, but his bravery was amazing. You didn't know how to tell him your backstory with Jungkook - nor did you want to set Jungkook off any longer.

"I'm not upset with you, Y/N." Jungkook murmurs. Soobin is no match for him, so he turns away from him. "I'm not upset that you left me and found someone else to be with. I've also been unfaithful and I'll do whatever you want me to do for you to forgive me for going against our marriage." Jungkook shudders at the thought of his drunken state with the women in the brothel. "We can go back home with Jin-Seon and forget about it all."

You're taken aback. "I-I..." you release a sigh. Jungkook thought you and Soobin were a couple. You shake your head and glance above him and at Soobin. "I don't want you to hurt him." you plead with Jungkook. "He took care of me and Jin-Seon."

Jungkook swallows. He wants nothing but to put a bullet through Soobin for even having the audacity of trying to fight him when it comes to his wife and child. But you're pleading him to not hurt him - teary eyes and puffy cheeks. "Are you going to come back with me?"

Soobin wants you to fight. He wants you to say no, that you weren't going to go with him. Soobin knew he wasn't a match against Jungkook - and his gun - but if you wantred him to, he'd fight.

"I'll go with you." you say, and Soobin feels defeated. But he doesn't blame you.

Jungkook gives you a smile and he hugs you tighter. He places a kiss against your forehead and then, he's turning to Soobin. His smile falls into a satisfied smirk.

"Can you check on Jin-Seon?" you ask him.

Jungkook is shocked, but he nods rapidly. You needed time to speak with Soobin alone to get the closure you and he needed. Jungkook strolls behind you to the room, not completely closing the door and only leaving it cracked.

You rush to Soobin, wrapping your arms around him. Before he could return the favor, you're speaking. "I-I didn't know he'd come here. I don't know how he found us-"

"It's okay, Y/N." Soobin interrupts, shaking his head. "I wish you would've told me what I was up against. I could've learned how to fight." He's joking, even in a moment like this. His smile and chuckle doesn't reach his eyes. "Are you going to be okay with him? I don't want you to be hurt."

You gulp. "I'd rather not see you or Byeol in distress." you admit. "You've been so good to me and Jin-Seon. I don't want to see you hurt because of me."

Soobin nods. He's not sure how he'd explain to his mother when she returns of your absence.

Jungkook's own heart was fluttering when he watched Jin-Seon, his small chest inhaling and exhaling. His small eyes look around the room, focusing on nothing at all. He gently picks the baby up, placing him in his arms. He's frightened - afraid that the baby would begin crying and become uncomfortable. He doesn't, and he only blinks a few times before yawning. Jungkook smiles down at his son.

His son.

It was weird to say that he had a son. His heart feels heavy holding the baby in his arms, the love already growing without knowing of his existance prior to now.

Jungkook places up, rocking his son in his arms to catch you in time, closing the gap between you and Soobin and place a kiss upon his lips.

"Excuse me?" you hiss at Jungkook.

"They're not going to hurt-" Jungkook doesn't get the chance to continue before you're slapping him. Your slaps soon turn to punches, and now he's dodging your attacks and trying to catch your fists with his hands. "Y/N. You have to listen!" he hisses.

"My neice has been kidnapped and you want me to fucking listen?!" you snap. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. Soo-ah was innocent - she didn't deserve to be caught up in whatever mess Jungkook has involved himself in. "H-How does anyone even know-"

"There's more people out there like us." Jungkook begins to drive. One hand is on the steering wheel while the other is on your thigh, trying to comfort you. "Some rivals. Some beneath us tremendously and would do anything to get a rise. Harming Soo-ah would be far too risky, she's already associated with Bangtan. There's protection for your family even when they're not with us."

You don't know how to respond to Jungkook. This was new to you. You don't know the extent of Jungkook's business - but you know well enough that if he had enemies kidnapping innocent children, that it wouldn't be long until you were in a situation like this.

"I assume they want money or territory. I'll be speaking with them when I arrive." Jungkook squeezes your thigh. "You can't be with me when I do that."

"I'm not staying in the car while Soo-ah is-"

"Y/N." Jungkook snaps. It wasn't going to be a discussion - he didn't need you interfering with business. "Soo-ah will be safe. You have my word. I will never let anyone harm her."

Your heart is racing as Jungkook is dashing down streets and roads, no sign of slowing down as the street lights turn yellow. Your mind is racing with thousands of thoughts a second, your heart felt as though it was moments from bursting. You couldn't believe this would happen to Soo-ah - an innocent child who had no ties to whatever Jungkook was a part of.

Jungkook comes to a screeching halt, bringing you out of your thoughts. Your eyes stare up at the large building - seemingly abandoned. You release a hitched breath and release your seatbelt. Before you can open the door, Jungkook's hand is squeezing your shoulders. "You need to stay here." he says and you're shaking your head, slapping his hand off your shoulder. "Y/N, I'm serious-"

"What if they hurt her?" you snap. "What if-"

"They wouldn't dare put their hands on her." Jungkook is quick to retort. "But I cannot risk them using you against me, as well, Y/N. I need you to stay in the car and I promise Soo-Ah will be returned shortly."

You're defeated - and at your submission, Jungkook gets out of the car and makes his way inside the building, your eyes following his every move.

"Uncle!" Soo-Ah says, taking her eyes away from the ipad in her lap - a gift from Jungkook who couldn't say no to her when she asked; much to your dismay. Soo-Ah was seated in a chair with a lollipop in her mouth and large headphones on her ears when Jungkook arrived. She lifts herself up and grabs her ipad and makes her way towards him. "This is a weird place to meet."

Jungkook smiles at her, patting her head softly. "I know. We had a change of plans." he sats to her.

"Are we still getting ice cream?" Soo-ah asks and when Jungkook nods, she returns his smile.

"Okay." Jungkook eyes turn stern. "Put your headphones on and play that song you like, okay?" Jungkook says, kneeling down to meet her face. He places Soo-Ah's headphones back onto her ears. "And walk out those doors and go to your aunt. She misses you."

Soo-ah nods. She doesn't hesitate to start the pop song. Jungkook can hear it as she strolls away happily. His eyes turn to Sung-ho who's waiting for his next direction. Jungkook straightens himself and sighs. "I heard about your recent fuck up." Jungkook shakes his head. "You cost me thousands of dollars. That's a little better than the millions last time you fucked up."

Sung-ho remains silent. He knew better than to speak before Jungkook told him to.

"We got raided by the law again - luckily it wasn't tied directly back to us. I knew allowing you to handle your own port would be a mistake." Jungkook waves his hand - a signal for Sung-ho to speak.

"Jeon-ssi," Sung-ho starts. "I thought we had more time to set up. We were raided but they didn't get all of our-"

"Not ours." Jungkook chuckled, his eyes staring at Sung-ho. "Mine. My product. Luckily they took the cheap shit, right?" Jungkook chuckles again, throwing his head back. "You don't know how much I had to pay to get Bangtan cleared from something that may be as small as that? I have to focus on a wedding not fixing you and your fucks up!" Jungkook then screams, his demenor changing.

Sung-ho gulps and steps back.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. "It's alright, Sung-ho. I know it won't happen again."

Sung-ho nods. He was prepared to do everything in his power to get back on Jungkook's good graces.

Jungkook removes the gun from his waist and points it at Sung-ho, who stiffens.

"But I can't allow you to live. Not after you kidnapped my niece." Jungkook frowns.

"I-I was told to bring her here by you, Jeon-ssi!" Sung-ho is shaking his head, pleading with his eyes. "I-It must've been a lack of communication!"

"Eh," Jungkook shrugs. "What my fiance doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, I've lost enough money from you." Jungkook places his hand on the trigger. "I'm not a cruel man, Sung-ho. I'll make sure your daughter and wife are well taken care of. You know I don't hurt women or children." and before Jungkook allows Sung-ho to speak, he pulls the trigger, sending a bullet straight to Sung-ho's head.

You jump as the loud shot comes from inside the building. Your eyes focus on Soo-ah who is exiting the building, her head nodding at whatever she was listening to on her ipad. You slam the door open and run to her, wrapping her in a hug. She drops the ipad and releases a yelp. "Are you alright?" you ask, throwing the headphones off of her. You're searching for any signs of harm - and find none.

"You're acting weird." Soo-ah knit her brows, pouting at her fallen ipad. "Uncle said we're getting ice cream. Can I add candy to mine?"

You gulp. Soo-ah was fine - physically. She didn't appear as though she was harm or traumatized in any way. And whatever happened inside the building must've not been seen by her. Your eyes catch Jungkook as he exits the building, his eyes on you.

"Um...yeah." you nod to Soo-ah, a grin on your lips. "Just don't tell your mom. You have enough silver teeth."

Jungkook pats Soo-ah's head and speaks. "Wait in the car for us, okay?" he asks, picking up her ipad and headphones and handing it to her.

When you hear footsteps running towards the running car and a door open and slam close, you release a hitched breath. "D-Did you-"

"I promised you she'd be okay, right?" Jungkook tilts his head. "I can't say about him."

"Who was it? What happened to Sung-ho?" you don't know much about Jungkook's life outside of what he shows you or whatever rivally he has.

"Sung-ho isn't going to be taking Soo-ah to and from her lessons anymore. I've already got extra precaution for that. He's on another assignment." Jungkook wraps you in a hug.

"So whoever took her...?" you can feel Jungkook's steady heartbeat as he hugs you. "Are they...dealt with?"

"Yes." Jungkook responds after a few moments. He was unsure of how you'd take the idea of him killing someone (again) in your presence, even if you were in the car.

Jungkook watches as you remove yourself from his chest and glance up at him. Your expression is unreadable. But then your eyes narrow at him. "Good." you murmured, turning away and making it towards his car. His heart leaps at your response - and so does his cock, but there isn't time for that. The lack of emotion and sympathy in your words tell him that slowly you'd grow accustom to this lifestyle and be the wife he needed.

"Drive like you have some sense!" Jungkook hisses to the drive before pressing a button and putting up the privacy window. "He acts as though my son and wife aren't in the car." he hisses lowly to himself.

It took 30 minutes to clear everything Jungkook was allowing you to bring from the home. You and Jin-Seon were the first two in the car, he didn't need you attempting to stay longer nor did he allow Soobin a final goodbye to his son. Jin-Seon was asleep, wrapped in a blanket as you were forced into the car by Jungkook. He wasn't going to bring anything but a few clothes that you insisted on bringing, a onesie, some diapers and a picture album that now laid in his lap.

To think you allowed the child you two shared together to live in a hazardous house. The floor squeaked under his feet, the crib he laid upon looked seconds from breaking. Jungkook nerves were going crazy. But, he wouldn't have to worry anymore. You were coming back home with him and Jin-Seon and you would be happy. You two would live the luxurious life he promised. His child wouldn't sleep in a crib that was destined to crumble.

Jungkook flips through the photos of you - all pregnant. His throat feels dry and it aches as he flips through the amount. Your stomach grew as he flipped through them all, tongue poking through his cheek. He blinks up at you and Jin-Seon and he feels as though he missed out on years of his son's life. He always imagined how beautiful you'd look pregnant - the same glowing and full look he witnesses upon you now. He thought about how his child's room would be decorated - picking out different toys to add to the room. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he even wanted to experience the pictures of you and him during those times. The maternity photoshoots that he hasn't seen his mother and father take.

"You look happy." Jungkook speaks lowly. A half an hour had passed and they were nearing the estate. "I wish I could have experienced your pregnancy with him."

You don't respond, yet he doesn't expect you to.

"That boy..." Jungkook closes the photo album. "Do you love him?"

"Does it matter, Jungkook?" you finally reach his eyes. "I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"But you left and allowed another man to experience something I always wanted." Jungkook tries to keep his voice calm and low. He wasn't going to subject his son to what he experienced with his own father. "What would Jin-Seon think of me when he looks back at these pictures and sees none of me?"

You hear Jungkook's voice crack, but you refuse to look him in the eye. It's not something you enjoyed thinking about. Your mind always told you that by the time you had Jin-Seon, Jungkook would give up on you and find someone else.

"I already told you I'm not upset you found a lover-"

"He wasn't my lover." you sighed. "Soobin was a friend who cared for me as much as I grew to care for him."

Jungkook licks his lips. "That kiss said differently."

You glance at him. "It was a goodbye kiss. Letting go of something that could've been."

You two don't speak when you arrive at the estate. The car is surrounded by men who open the door for you and bow. They eye the child in your arms but remain quiet. You exit, as does Jungkook, who stands close behind you.

"Jeon-ssi. While you were away the rest have arrived and are awaiting your arrival." one man says, opening the door to the estate.

Jungkook nods but rolls his eyes. He was hoping Jin would have waited until he called him over to come and see Y/N. She needed time to adapt back into the estate.

When you enter the estate, you're met with Jae-beom. He widens his eyes and cannot contain his shock and excitement. "Jubu!" he cheers. "And a baby." he lowers his voice and stares at Jin-Seon in awe. He was now awake and giving Jae-beom the same reaction.

"Jae-beom." you smile. It was nice seeing him. He was one of the good ones, after all.

"Come." Jae-beom motions for you to follow him. "Everyone has been waiting for your arrival!"

And he wasn't lying. The 6 other men were all waiting in the sitting room, appearing completely bored until you stepped through.

Jin released a yelp. His heart was racing and only Yoongi knew why. "Is that a baby?" he asks shocked - as if he didn't know of your pregnancy. But luckily, you had the child and he didn't need to wonder what in the world happen to it.

Jimin is the first to ask to hold him, followed by Taehyung. They surround Jin-Seon, all cooing with wide eyes and low voices.

"He looks so much like Kookie when he was a baby." Jin says, poking Jin-Seon's small hands with his finger.

"Those times were hell." Yoongi speaks, and it makes the rest of them laugh.

"I haven't held him yet." Hoseok says, holding out his hands for Jin-Seon who was now in Namjoon's arms.

"I just got him." Namjoon retorts.

"More the reason to let me hold him. What if you drop him?" Hoseok deadpans. "You dropped your own daughter when she was a month old."

"That was one time!"

"Alright." Jungkook steps forward and takes Jin-Seon into his arms. He wasn't going to risk Namjoon dropping his son, and by the looks of it, Jin-Seon was growing tired of their excitement in holding him.

"I think he needs to be changed." Yoongi says, sniffing the air. "Smells like shit."

"Excuse you." Jin widened his eyes. "Poop. We are in the presence of a child."

You stand to take Jin-Seon, but Jungkook speaks. "I'll change him." he offers. "Jae-beom, can you bring the diapers from the car?"

Jae-beom nods before dashing out of the sitting room.

You bite your lip watching as Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms. This is the longest you've hadn't held him and your nerves were kicking in.

"Y/N-ah." you turn your head to Jimin. He offers you a smile. "It's nice seeing you again."

"You, as well." you respond lowly.

"I'm sure you're lying." Jimin chuckles, but he isn't upset. He comes closer to you. "You make Kookie happy. I haven't seen him smile this much in months."

Your eyes catch as Jae-beom returns with diapers and wipes and hands it to Jungkook. You lick your lips when Jungkook places Jin-Seon onto the couch, a look of determination in his eyes.

"He wants to be the best dad he can be to Jin-Seon." Jimin continues. "He wasn't close to his own father. He wasn't supportive much in his childhood and he doesn't want his son to view him in the same way he views his own father."

You glance at Jimin for a moment. Jungkook doesn't speak of his past often - it was a memory you assumed he wanted to forget. You only met with his mother once, that being the same day of the wedding. You now know his conflict with not being involved during the pregnancy has such an impact on his mood.

"I know it will take a while to get used to Bangtan's traditions..." Jimin trails off. He doesn't want to conjure up any past memories you desire to forget. "But please, Jungkook loves you and he's willing to accommodate your needs if that's what it takes to have you and Jin-seon live a good life."

"Alright. We will be going." Jin says, as Jungkook manages to finally remove the onesie from Jin-Seon. "We will leave you to rest. Y/N...it's nice seeing you again."

"But I never got to hold him!" Hoseok protests.

"He isn't going anywhere, hyung. You can always come back." Jungkook says, not taking his eyes off of Jin-Seon as he speaks; afraid he would fall off the couch. Even though he was far from the edge.

Hoseok huffs but agrees and soon the 6 of them were out, all bidding you a goodbye.

You saunter over to Jungkook and kneel down. Jungkook removes the diaper and cringes, the smell of your son's business lapping through his nostrils. Jungkook holds his legs as he struggles to open the wipes. "These are cold." he frowns. "Isn't that going to make him cry?"

"He'll cry regardless." you shrug.

"I don't want him to cry." Jungkook is hesitant when wiping Jin-Seon - who indeed cries at the cold wipes. "I'm sorry." he murmurs, appearing physically pained to wipe his son with cold wipes.

You watch as Jungkook puts on the new diaper, trying his best to make sure it was secure. Though you are upset with being forced to come back, you didn't doubt that Jungkook was attempting to be a good father with what little knowledge he has. "Where's Bam and Rasu?" you attempt to make conversation. The home was quiet without two pets strolling around.

"I've been busy since you were gone. They're still here," Jungkook gently places his hand on Jin-Seon's stomach, a smile on his lips. "Just being taken care of by one of my men." he glances at you for a moment before back at Jinseon. "All done." he murmurs. He turns to you. "I like changing him. I know my father never changed me or Hyung."

"Uncle can we swim?" Soo-ah asks, busting through Jungkook's office without a knock on the door. You turn your head to narrow your eyes are her rudeness.

"What did I say about knocking?" you hiss at the small girl who tilts her head at you and crosses her arms.

"But Hye-Jin and I wanna swim." she deadpans. At the doorway was Hye-Jin, her small figure standing with crossed arms but a smile on her lips as she waits for Jungkook's answer. Hye-Jin was Namjoon's daughter - who you finally were introduced to when he and his wife came a few times to bring Hye-Jin. Her and Soo-ah hit it off fast and now growing inseparable. Her curls were wrapped into a low ponytail, a few curly strands poking out.

"Yes." Jungkook answers without much thought. He stands and makes his way to the door as your niece sticks her tongue out at you - something she did whenever she got her was over Jungkook. You roll your eyes.

Jungkook pokes his head out of his office. "Akira!" Jungkook calls down the hall to one man. Akira was new - he came from Bangtan's overseas operations for reasons unknown to you. "Can you take my nieces to the pool and watch them?"

Akira releases a deep breath. He has tried to stay clear from the young children since he arrived. He has heard stories of the children of Bangtan - all demanding as their parents and possibly more deadly. But he nods his head and watches as the girls run out of the room and towards Akira.

You stand, making your way to the doorway. Your eyes flash at Soo-ah. "Don't go out there acting crazy, either." you hiss down to her and all she does is - once again - stick her tongue out at you before her and Hye-Jin drags a sullen Akira towards the pool.

Jungkook places a hand on your lower back. "Your willingness to fight with children amazes me." he murmurs.

"You keep spoiling her and she'll become hell. Trust me." you roll your eyes and enter the room once again. "Besides. I think your men are afraid of her. Did you see his face? Maybe I should go and watch them instead."

"No." Jungkook sits at his desk with a chuckle. "She's just fitting in perfectly." Jungkook's eyes look down at the red and black checkered board with a few pieces on them. "Are we going to finish our game?"

You and Jungkook play a few rounds of checkers, a few petty arguments happen out of them that leaves Jungkook rolling his eyes and claiming that he was wrong and you were right - mainly to get you to shut up. Over the course of the weeks that passed, you would admit - in a morose way - that you and Jungkook were growing closer. You told yourself that it was what you needed to do for the sake of your family. Soo-ah was fine after her kidnapping attempt - you concluded that she didn't know anything about it or suspected anything out of the ordinary. She spent weekends with you and Jungkook along with Hye-Jin and they got along great. She knew she had Jungkook wrapped around her finger - much to your dismay - and she was overall happy. Ye-Rim has since started her restaurant business and she was content with the business. Se-hun was writing his manwha and would be publishing it soon.

Hyun-woo was another story. Jungkook insisted that he was no longer in prison and now in rehab, but he couldn't be seen by family yet until he was better. You assured yourself that it was for the best. So far, Jungkook has kept his side of the deal and all you had to do was the same. You were, of course, the chip inside your shoulder was evident/ But, as long as Jungkook had his then you were alright. And he does - when he's away you sometimes check to see where he is located simply because you could.

"What do you do?" you ask him when you win the game - your third time in a row and you were starting to think he was allowing you to win. "For work?"

Jungkook leans back into his chair. "Why the sudden interest?" As far as he knew, you had no concern for what he did outside of the home.

"You were the one who suggested I make decisions." You place your chin in your hand when you lean against his desk. "I've seen a lot of movies and I don't think you fit the narrative of a...mobster? I'm not sure what to call you."

Jungkook chuckles, small dimples forming his cheeks. "I like to keep my business and personal life separate - especially since you don't come from the life that I do. That doesn't mean that I won't show you if you're curious."

You were curious - but the saying of curiosity didn't end well. He was a powerful man - he had men surrounding him in such a large estate at his beck and call. He wore a gun on him at all times and you were sure the amount of wealth he possessed wasn't 100% legal.

"Of course you know of the Brothel. That's a main source of income, though underground. No commoners can enter the Brothel - all high profile men." Jungkook explains. "Of course other men in the same field of business as Bangtan. But, believe it or not, we even serve those in Government that hate their wives." Jungkook shrugs. "Of course, you can't be seen entering a Brothel if you're high up in rankings, right? So that's where the deal comes in. They'll pay less to enter, but in exchange from a scandal breaking out of them being apart of the Brothel, Bangtan's name steer clears."

"So...you're in cahoots with them?" you concluded.

Jungkook nods. "Somewhat. We have cameras everywhere, baby. No one gets in or out without us knowing." Jungkook pushes his desk chair back and motions for you to come to him.

You stand and make your way around the desk to Jungkook. He flickers his eyes from you, to his lap, to back to you. You got the hint, and soon you're sitting in his lap, back leaning against his desk. He places his hands on your thighs and rubs little circles against your skin. Your shorts ride in slightly when you make yourself comfortable.

"We own a few clubs, of course. We clean our money through there so everything could be considered," Jungkook raises his hands for a moment to make air quotations before putting them back onto your thighs. "legal money. We own a few underground casinos where people place bets."

"Bets? On what?" you tilt your head.

Jungkook raises one brow and a smirk forms. "On a few things. Sport bettings, heists, even death matches."

Jungkook waits for your reaction. Your face contorts in confusion at his words. "Death matches...?" you murmur.

"Yes. We get fighters around the world that fight for money. It's really simple. They get paid - and so do we for betting against them." Jungkook can't read your expression to know how you're feeling about this new information.

"Is that where you go every week?" you ponder. You had his location on your phone afterall, and notice the few locations he'd go to in the middle of the night while you stayed home.

Jungkook's eyes widened a bit and a small smile formed. "I never knew you checked." he squeezes your thighs. "But yes. All of us have to attend these betting and death matches. It's not for the weak of heart and stomach - but my Hyungs and I are immune to it. I've been going to them since I was a child, myself."

You push his chest. "A child? Your parents allowed you to see blood and guts?" your face is laced with disgust.

Jungkook chuckles, but you notice the tongue in his cheek and think maybe you've said something wrong. He doesn't dwell on whatever it is when he responds. "We were all born into this. It went on for generations, after all. It's a tradition regardless if we're children."

You nod your head. You turn away from him. That meant that if you were expecting to live your life with Jungkook and have a child with him, that your child would be subjected to the same lifestyle Jungkook has. Yes, you still took the pills Eun-Young gave you - but they could only last so long and he would be expecting a child from you eventually. Jungkook didn't speak much of his childhood much, but it couldn't be normal if you were involved with drugs, brothels and death matches by the time you hit puberty.

"Would you like to accompany me?" Jungkook begins to rub your thighs once more. "You don't have to go to the death match, of course, but you could mingle with the other wives. Momoka and Hee-sun will be there. They usually tend to sit at the bar outside of these matches we have."

You lick your lips, unsure if you'd ever really want to attend something like that. It was obvious that Jungkook wanted you to go, his eyes were waiting with anticipation for you to agree. But you were skeptical about attending. You've grown close to Jungkook - the denial in you kept saying it must be stockholm syndrome - and you weren't sure if you would want to be away from him while in a public place that he owned surrounded by people just like him.

"I'm not forcing you to go." Jungkook's voice takes you from your thoughts. "It's not something you need to decide right now."

The door opens abruptly and Soo-Ah comes running in, soaking wet. You're startled at the sudden action and untangle yourself from Jungkook. "You're getting water everywhere, Soo-ah." you sigh at her dripping figure.

"What were you doing?" Soo-ah asks, her brows scrunched in disgust.

"My mom says it's adult stuff." Hye-Jin says from the door - equally wet as Soo-ah.

Jungkook releases a laugh but nods. "Indeed it was." he stands. "What can I do for you two?"

"We want ice cream." Soo-ah claps her hands together and behind her Hye-Jin nods. "Can we get some from that place we went to last time, Uncle?"

You narrow your eyes at Soo-ah but don't say anything. Jungkook would say yes regardless, so there wasn't a reason in going against him.

"We have ice cream here, actually." Jungkook speaks. "And lots of candy to go with it. Have Akira show you." Jungkook watches as Hye-Jin runs down the hall shouting for the older man, Soo-ah following close behind her.

You shake your head. Hye-Jin and Soo-ah were staying the weekend - Jungkook had already set up a room for your niece with the amount of times she stays. Though Hye-Jin was a sweet girl with the matching dimples of her father, her and Soo-ah together was a force to be reckoned with. "I'll go." you sigh in defeat to Jungkook. "And...mingle."

Jungkook turns to you. You're seated on his desk chair waiting for him to respond. Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes flickering down to you. "Alright." he murmurs. His hands place themselves onto your cheeks and he forces you to look directly into his eyes. "I'm trusting you, Y/N. You've been good to me these past few months and in return, so have I." Jungkook's thumbs rub your cheeks. "But if you give me any reason to suspect you're going against our agreement, things will change."

Jungkook's thumb traces along your lips. Over the course of months after agreeing to being chipped (along with him) and staying by his side - he notices that you were growing comfortable. You didn't shy away from his touch any longer and even found yourself melting into it. You were more intimate with him, without going all the way. You've experienced many sexual acts with him that you've never thought would cause you pleasure in the long run. Acts that were completely sadistic, but both of you enjoyed them.

You open your mouth, allowing Jungkook to put his thumb inside of it, eye contact never breaking. You close it, twirling your tongue around it as Jungkook licks his lips.

"I take it as I have your word, baby?"

You nod your head - just in time for Jungkook to lean down and place a kiss on your forehead.

"We'll have to decide what we're wearing." Jungkook removes his thumb from your mouth, he couldn't handle the way you sucked upon it when he was attempting to hold a serious conversation. "We have to coordinate since this is our first public appearance."

"Are you sure this is somewhere I should be?" you ponder. You were sure you'd be out of place at a scene such as that. "I've never been to...anything really." you clench your hands on your lap.

"You'll be with me." Jungkook leans down, hands on yours. "I don't have to attend the death match, but we can bet on other things outside of the match. Sports, racing - anything non-violent."

You nod your head.

Jungkook beams, his wide tooth smiling makes him appear more of a soft rabbit than what he was - a powerful man that ruled over the Nation with his family.

Jungkook places the pills back into where you hid them, a short huff releasing itself from his lips. He was no fool and though you've come a long way from before - always attempting to fight him and run away - you were in the process of learning his lifestyle. Maybe it was an invasion of privacy to add cameras to the bedroom and closet - it was your safe haven. But Jungkook almost lost you twice already. He wasn't going to risk anything happening to you again. Over the last months he has witness you go behind and take what seems to be pills and hide it each time - a red flag to him since your intentions was to hide it.

They were taking birth control, as he suspected. He wasn't upset with you. You didn't have them prior, and he has suspicions on how you got them - but that wasn't his concern. The amount you have could last the entire year - and that wasn't going to fly easily by him. You and him are due to be married within the next month and by tradition within Bangtan, he would have to impregnate you the same night. He planned it out accordingly, making sure you'd be ovulating when the wedding occured.

"What are you doing?" you called from behind Jungkook.

Jungkook turns and smiles at you. "Trying to find the right heels for your dress." Jungkook answers coolly without missing a beat. His eyes trail your figure, the maxi dress hugged you perfectly, the thigh slit adding the needed sex appeal. "I think the gloves are a good touch."

You furrow a brow. "Really? I thought it'd be too much." you murmur, mind distracted from Jungkook inside your closet. The gloves came with the dark dress you wore - that of course matched his suit. It covered your hands and arms, stopping mid bicep.

Jungkook grabs the nearest black heels he could find and passes them to you. "I like these." he says. "I almost forgot." Jungkook goes through his suit pockets inside his jacket. He takes out a black box and opens it. "Can't forget the jewelry."

"That's extremely flashy." you huff, eyes watching the sparkling necklace and matching earrings.

"Of course it is." Jungkook chuckles. He takes the necklace out of the box and motions for you to turn around. He places the box on a shelf and goes to add the necklace on your neck. "You smell good." he comments, his nostrils filling with the perfume you wore.

"Are you ready to go?" you murmur when you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder.

Jungkook nods.

The car ride there was relaxing, but nerve wrecking. Jungkook held onto your thigh the entire ride there. You didn't know what to expect when getting there. You weren't expecting for the place to be literally underground. However, you'd soon have to expect the unexpected when it came to Jungkook's line of business. When you and Jungkook are out of the car, he makes his way inside, holding you close to him by your waist. It's crowded, but people made sure to remove themselves from Jungkook's way. You could feel the many pairs of eyes on you, so you decided it was easier to look ahead and stay close to Jungkook. It was dimmer than you'd expect with neon lights flickering marking the cieling - but the amount of LED screens and large TV's gave it enough light to see.

Your eyes lingered on the amount of people all around, laughing and yelling with glee on slot machines. Circular tables held people playing cards - a few of them smoking cigars as they played. Jungkook's hand on your waist squeezes you, signaling your attention. You turned your head to him and he offered you a grin. He leans closer to your ear. "Are you thirsty?"

You nod your head and you're led to the bar. The amount of bottles littering the stand was crazy - but you'd expect nothing less from an environment such as this. Jungkook stands behind you as both of you made it to the bar. As expected, people moved away as he strolled by with you. Your gloved hands touched the bar island as Jungkook stands tall behind you.

"Jeon-ssi!" the bartender - a man looking no older than 25 with bright red hair - cheers at his arrival. "What can I get for you and the lady?"

"Send a bottle of Champagne over to our booth." Jungkook speaks. He leans into your shoulder, hands rubbing your hips. "Did you want something now?"

Scanning your eyes over the amount of bottles, you nod your head slowly. You were never going to not be jittery here if you didn't allow yourself to let loose. "Let's take a shot."

"OKay." Jungkook grins. "Pick one."

You picked three - probably a mistake in the long run - but Jungkook and you take them. Your throat burns when it goes down, but it makes you feel hot and more alive with the last. Jungkook tugd you along with him, the sea of people becoming blurs as you pass by them. You're assisted up red carpeted stairs and soon you're entering a quiet, more private room. Eyes look your way at your arrival and you see familiar faces with some not so familiar.

"Ah, Kookie." Jimin says, seated between his wives who both smile your way. The last time you've seen them was for dinner and you probably looked idiotic to be with the same man you've ran from. "And little mouse. You look dashing as always. Are you and Kookie trying to compete with us?" Jimin is joking, champagne glass in hand as he speaks.

Jungkook scoffs from next to you, his hands never leave a part of your body. They move up your arm, rubbing slightly as he responds. "I always dress to compete, Hyung."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Competitive for what reason, Kookie?" Jimin stands, patting both thighs of his wives. "As competetive as you are, hopefully you set your right bet on the death match."

"I always do." Jungkook retorts. He turns his head to you. "Do you want to stay with Momoka and Hee-sun? If not I don't mind staying with you."

You glance at the women before nodding. He couldn't stay with you the entire night after all. So Jungkook watches as you make your way to the women and bow before he slowly makes his way towards his Hyungs.

"Champagne?" Momoka asks. Her hair is pinned into a low ponytail, trailing down her back as you remembered. She's already pouring a glass for you before you can respond.

"How have you been?" Hee-sun questions when Momoka hands you the champagne glass. "It's been long since we've seen you."

"I'm here, aren't I?" you laugh nervously, sipping the champagne. "As embarrassing as it is."

Hee-sun offers you a small smile before responding. "You appear more comfortable than last time." she notes.

"I agree." Momoka chimes. "And you're glowing. Are you pregnant?"

You choke on the champagne and shake your head. Your eyes connect with Jungkook - he's standing far away next to who you now know as Namjoon, Hye-Jin's father. He furrows his brows to you, a silent gesture he often did to see if you were alright. You nod your head before glancing back at Momoka. "N-No. Not yet at least."

"Oh. Maybe the sex is great then." Hee-sun giggles, but when you don't agree she tilts her head. "Is it...not?"

You can't recall the last time you had "girl talks" with anyone. Being the youngest, your sisters didn't speak with you this way And by the time you were of age, they were already popping out babies and the simple talk of sex never came up. You had a few acuaintances, but yet and still you rarely experienced anything over all sexual to speak with them about.

"I never did that." you cross your legs under their gaze. "His tongue feels good, I suppose." you responded meekly, not knowing what else to say.

Momoka is the first to release a laugh, and Hee-sun follows suit. "You're so cute." Momoka coos, and you knit your brows at her. "I think you suit Jungkook perfectly. It's nice to see him bring a woman. He never does."

"She's fine, Jungkook." Taehyung places a hand on the younger shoulder. "You've been staring for too long. You're going to creep her out."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and rolls Taehyung's hand off his shoulder. "I'm just making sure she's comfortable." he murmurs. "She's never been here before."

"They're talking about sex." Jimin shrugs, entering the conversation.

"How do you know?" Jungkook eyes are wide.

"All girls talk about sex, little one." Taehyung scoffs. "How is she?" Jungkook sends a pointed look to Taehyung who snickers. "We always share our sexual adventures."

"Without my consent." Jungkook deadpans. "Why do I need to know you enjoy wearing a collar and leash?"

Jimin laughs, eyes turning to mini crescent moons at Jungkooks words.

"That's kink shaming!" Taehyung hisses. "I just want to know what we're getting ourselves into after the wedding."

Jungkook glances your way to see you laughing with Momoka and Hee-sun's. He's glad you're opening up and having a bit of fun - and not attempting to escape. He turns back to his hyungs with his tongue in cheek.

"She's still a virgin." Jungkook says. "I'm not sure how I'm going to tell her."

Jimin whistles and Taehyung hums, a smirk forming his lips. "I have never seen a virgin before weddings. Rare. I like it!" Taehyung lists a shot glass and brings it to his lips. "To her virginity." he speaks before downing the shot.

"Are you sure you should take her virginity there?" Jimin ponders. "I mean...that seems more intimate."

Jungkook releases a sigh. He wasn't sure what he was expected to do prior to the wedding. He didn't want to force you into sex unless you were completely considering it. You were growing relaxed with him and the agreement - he didn't want to change that just to have sex. He was a patient man, after all.

"We'll see what happens when the time comes." Jungkook responds, turning his head to make sure you were alright.

"You're so hot, Y/N." Momoka slurs, holding your face in your hands. "I can't wait to see your baby. Your genes with Jungkook's would be..."

"Immaculate!" Hee-sun cheers.

About 2 hours in and you haven't stopped drinking with the two women. Jungkook had since gone to the death match - asking if you'd want him to stay or go. You assured you'd be alright with Hee-sin and Momoka. You felt humid, but blamed it on the alcohol consumption. You were overall pleased with them. They didn't judge you or point fingers - they knew your situation and how you handle things. It was hard to accept something big as being apart of Bangtan - as a soon to be wife - and took some getting use to.

"Yes. Immaculate!" Momoka giggles, followed by Hee-sun then you. "I need to pee."

"Me, too." Hee-sun sighs. "Do you, Y/N?"

You shake your head, setting down the once hall full champagne glass. "I can wait here for you two." you fan yourself, wondering if the air was on.

The door crashes open and you see a mosh of people strolling through. You see the familiar faces of Jimin and Taehyung, arms wrapped around one another and jumping in the same spot. You spot Jin, who's laughing with Namjoon, ears red and even Yoongi looks excited - gummy smile on display. "We won billions of won." you hear Jimin shriek as they enter. You assumed they won whatever bet they placed - witnessing their happiness makes you smile.

Your eyes search the crowd for Jungkook. You hear champagne bottles pop and pour all around you, but you don't see him in the crowd. It takes you a little over 5 minutes to spot him. Your mind is hazy and your vision is blurred - but you can see him clearly. He's in the corner of the room, hands holding a champagne glass. What makes your eyes narrow is the woman he's speaking with - she's blond, but by the dark roots you know it isn't natural. Her eyes are glowing at him, and her hands are slightly touching his chest as she laughs. By the way she gazes at him, you know what she wants.

Jungkook is uninterested in what Shu-hua has to say, but he listens half-heartedly. He was tipsy - the death match hyping him up to drink more since he knew you'd be alright with Momoka and Hees-sun. He would have made his way to you if Shu-hua didn't stop him to talk - complimenting his for his betting skills and winning the amount of money for Bangtan.

"Kookie." Jungkook's ears twitch when you hear your voice after hours. He turns to see you approaching them, a smile on your lips. You don't acknowledge Shu-hua, whose own wide smile is slowly fading at your arrival. "I heard you won the bet!" you wrap your arms around him, your face in his chest and eyes narrowing at a stunned Shu-hua.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, melting into your touch. You never called him that. You rarely hugged him - no matter how comfortable you've gotten with him. He hums in your embrace. Shu-hua takes a step back when she watches you place your lips on a stunned - but willing - Jungkook.

Maybe it was because you were drunk.

Deep in the back of your mind, you were telling yourself that you were jealous - but you couldn't be.

You weren't doing this for jealousy. You were doing this for your family. Sehun was thriving in his career - as was Ye-Rim. Hyun-woo was in rehab and when he was released, you could only hope he'd be a better man. Yechan was getting the support she needed. Soo-ah adored Jungkook as her uncle - and you'd be damned if you'd allow another woman to come and snatch that from them.

Your hands clench around Jungkook's neck, lips biting his. Jungkook's hands squeeze your hips at the act he enjoyed. "You seem affectionate." he says against your lips.

"Can't I congratulate you?" you hum in response, innocently. You glanced around to see that Shua-hua was no longer in sight. Your gloved hands rub along his chest, tilting your head. "You won the bet after all. That deserves a special kind of congratulations."

Jungkook knit his brows at you. "Is that so?" he hums. He feels your lips kiss along his neck and is glad the heels you wore gives you the needed height to do so.

Your kisses are feathery, tickling his skin before he feels you bite down on it, tugging it. He releases a groan, hand tightly on your hips as you bite along him more.

"To the engaged couple!" you hear a slur from behind you before a bottle pops - right onto you and Jungkook. "Oh shit, that wasn't supposed to happen." Taehyung drops the bottle with wide eyes.

"I think it's time for you to go." Yoongi rolls his eyes, but smirks at you and Jungkook.

"Come on." Jungkook huffs, glaring at Taehyung. He pulls you into the restroom - it was surprisingly empty. You see him handing you a few paper towels to dry yourself off, apologizing for Taehyung's behavior, but you aren't upset.

You once again find your lips on Jungkook's, kissing him with your glove hands makes their way to his belt. It doesn't take you anytime to reach in and pump his already hard cock. 

Jungkook removes his lips from yours. "What if someone walks in?" he moans, the grip of his cock in your hands felt amazing. 

"Let them watch then." you don't care, not even when you get on your knees and pump him more - tongue licking his tip.

Jungkook pushes his head back. You were dirty - and he was loving it. He isn't sure what changed in the last few months - and even the last few hours - but he was enjoying the intimacy with you. 

"You can thrust into me." you say, tongue still twirling. "I don't mind."

Jungkook hisses. He does - but is slow. He enjoys the look of your lips gripping his cock tightly and the way your ears are staring into his - teary but filled with lust. You remove yourself from him and frown. "Your thrusts are weak, Kookie." you taunt, slapping his bare thighs. 

Jungkook's eyes darkened. He enters your mouth once more, cock reaching the back of your throat. It takes everything - absolutely everything - to not vomit. Jungkook's cock reached your throat with a powerful buck of his hips, angered at your words. But it does nothing but embarrassingly make you wet at his dominance. Rarely would Jungkook show this side while intimate - but when he did it was the switch that turned you on greatly. 

"You fucking bitch." Jungkook grunts - he wishes he could be here with you forever, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. "I try my hardest to not bend you over and fuck you every chance I get. And you have the nerve to speak to me like that?" Jungkook buckles into your throat, slamming roughly. Your makeup was smeared, the maskera you wore dripping down your face and Jungkook thought you were gorgeous - far more than any woman he's seen. "I'm going to cum down your throat. And you're going to swallow it all, right?"

You nod your head, humming. At the vibration coming from your throat, Jungkook pushes his head back and shoots his cum into you. It makes you gag, but you're determined to swallow it all.

Jungkook removes himself from your lips, a trail of saliva and cum connected from it to your lips. He pushes his pants up and roughly yanks you to your feet. Your hands connects with his face roughly, a slap echoing across the quiet restroom. 

Jungkook hisses in satisfaction, allowing you to hit him once more before he catches your hands he shoves you to the closest wall. One hand wraps around your throat and his tongue licks along your ears. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you cum, too." he moans, voice deep and hot against you. 

You feel Jungkook's free hand push your dress to the side, pulling harshly against the panties you wore until they were ripped and on the ground, discarded. You slaps your ass a few times, enjoying the way you jump and moan for him. "You're already wet, baby. It makes it easy for me fuck my fingers into you."

Jungkook rubs against your clit, your wetness eloping his fingers. 

"Are you two alright - oh shit!" Taehyung covers his eyes before turning away from them. "I'm so sorry about the dress, Y/N. I-"

"Can you get the fuck out?" Jungkook hisses, his fingers not stopping their assault on your clit. 

"Rude." Taehyung hisses, hands still on his eyes. "But hot. I'll see you around, Y/N." Taehyung leaves without a care.

You can't bring yourself to care either, not when Jungkook turns you around and gets on his knees. He manages to lift you, your back on the wall while your legs wrap around his neck. The act of being caught makes you more wet - and the both of you are adoring it.

Jungkook licks along your clit, his head shaking side to side. Your hands pulls his hair the way he enjoys, all the while you're breathing heavy and moaning his name. 

How Jungkook manages to keep you up with one arm all the while fingering you with his free hand is beyond you - but you don't question it. His fingers are thrusting roughly inside of you, tongue ravishing your clit. The sight was filthy  - but it would be replaying in your mind for days to come. 

"You're about to cum aren't you?" Jungkook chuckles. He curls his fingers inside you, pumping nonstop. "Cum all over my finger and tongue, baby."

You're loud - the both of you are. But you can't bring yourself to care. You grip Jungkook's hair even tighter but he doesn't stop. Your stomach clenches and Jungkook knows it, you're squirting against him. The taste is salty, yet sweet and he savors every moment of it. He allows you to breathe before gently placing you down onto your feet. He makes sure you're able to stand before he turns on the water to wash his face. 

"I want you to fuck me." Jungkook hears you say, his eyes raising his brows at you through the reflection of the mirror.

Jungkook wets the paper towels before turning. He wipes your face and lips before chuckling. "Why the sudden need to do that?"

You bite your lip before shrugging. Seeing him with Shua-hua was enough - but you couldn't say that aloud. He would think you were jealous - and you weren't. You had to be terrirtorial over who was feeding your family. 

"I'm not taking your virginity in an underground casino restroom." Jungkook shakes his head, hand on your cheek. "And I'm not doing that while we're both not sober."

You frown, but all Jungkook does is place a kiss on your forehead. 

Jungkook's feet touched the cold marble floor, his small hands cupping the action figure to his chest. He couldn't sleep - and going to Jung-hyun's room was the only option the 6 year old had in mind. He had to be quiet - his father didn't like when he wandered in the middle of the night. He manages to get past the tall men in suits as they were barely paying attention. As he gets to his brother's door, he gently twists it open and pokes his small head in. Jung-hyun wasn't asleep, he had his lamp on and read something in his lap.

"Hyung." Jungkook's voice calls for him.

Jung-hyun snaps his head up and frowns. He throws the book to the side. "Why are you here?" Jung-hyun questions. "How did you make it this far?"

Jungkook takes a step inside, but Jung-hyun gets out of his bed and shakes his head. "You can't come in. I'm reading." he hisses. "And no you can't read it with me. It's not a book for you."

Jungkook frowns. He clenches his action figure and narrows his eyes at his brother. "I can't sleep." he murmurs.

Jung-hyun rolls his eyes. "Do you want ice cream?" he suggests. This was what Jungkook did at least once a week, and each time Jung-hyun had the same solution. Nothing a little ice cream with a few drops of liquid melatonin to get his brother to sleep.

Jungkook nodded his head and soon, him and Jung-hyun were tiptoeing down the hall towards the kitchen. He held his brothers hands tightly in his smaller one, the idea of having ice cream was thrilling.

Jung-hyun suddenly stops, his head turning to the open door to his dad's office. It was cracked, and he was sure he and Jungkook could walk past without being caught. But it wasn't guarenteed if they could return the same way.

Jungkook peaks inside the room. He sees his mother and father. His father appeared angry - something he always was. The veins on his neck were pulsing and the look in his eyes made Jungkook shrink behind his elder brother. What makes Jungkook strartled was the way his father's hand reaches out for his mother's hair, throwing her roughly down to the ground. A loud slap echoed through the room and it makes Jungkook silently cry, inching closer to the door to help his mother.

Jung-hyun grabs his brother and yanks him back. "We need to go back to bed." he whispers roughly. He wasn't going to be in the center of their parents'situation - it never turned out well. He forces Jungkook away from the door, the tears falling down his cheeks at a rapid pace. The idea of ice cream left both of their minds.

Jung-hyun allows Jungkook to sleep in his bed, the exhaustion of crying makes him fall asleep much faster.

As Jungkook grew in age, he realized that it was the best that he didn't have a great relationship with his father. From a young age, he knew he wanted to be different from the cold older man. He was the youngest child and didn't have the luxury of being with his father often. His father was a cold man who rarely smiled at his children - if ever at all. He was never a hands-on father who attended important events in his sons lives. At the age of 10, he recalled his eyes scanning the crowd at an art show he participated in in middle school to be disappointed when he only saw his mother and brother. He dropped out of the art show the following month.

From the age of 6, after witnessing his mother being beaten by his father, Jungkook knew his father was - by the way he spoke so harshly to his wife and berated her at every given moment. Mentally and emotionally, claiming that his mother would be nothing if it wasn't for him and his money, just to apologize moments later with the moment he held against her head. Of course, physically - too many times for a young Jungkook to count. He hid behind every corner when his father struck his mother, Jung-hyun holding him close and assured him it was something adults did. But it wasn't. He visited Jin-hyung's home often, and his parents were normal. Loving. Yoongi-hyung's father was strict, but he made sure to pat his son on the back when he was proud.

A 15 year old Jungkook enters his father's office. He grew tremendously in size, towering over his mother easily and even rivaling his fathers height. He recalls the first time he stood in front of his father's flying hand, grasping it tightly to defend his mother, he was sent out of the house. Jung-hyun by this time had his own home and welcomed him easily. For the week, he remained with his brother until his father demanded he return and apologize. He did only for his mother's sake - her eyes begging him.

Jungkook was no fool, he was young, but he wasn't clueless. He was no idiot about what his father and his group of close friends did. Their wealth was a familiar business that went back generations - all illegal money running through. His father was a stone cold man who he has never heard of a single "I love you" from. Jungkook's mind pondered if he was capable of love or just hate. Maybe it was easier for him to put the bullet into his father's back that way.

As he enters the office and witnesses the tears stream down his mother's face, cowering on the ground above his father. He lifts the gun, trembling. He doesn't say anything when he pulls the trigger, the bullet piecing his father right through the heart. He doesn't remember a lot from that day - all he does is his mother's screams and cries. He recalls Jung-hyun coming that night and making his shower and get rid of clothing. There are a few flickers of memories of his mother coming to his side, grasping the gun from him and pushing him away. She took the blame in the end, and the business had gone to him and Jung-hyun, who were both far too young to handle. He was glad he had older Hyungs to rely on. The only reason there weren't any consequences for killing the older Jeon man was because Jungkook and Jun-hyun were of age.

In Jungkook's mind, even now as he looks at his reflection, the age of 15 was when he became a man - and a murderer to protect his mother once again from the man who was suppose to love her. he was glad he didn't have to worry about his mother anymore. As a child, he couldn't help her when the bruises littered her skin, or when he found her lying in a pool of her own self inflicted blood. But he knew at that moment when his father's body hit the floor, that she was safe from him. She was free.

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Kaioshins, Hakaishins and Angels Hunger Games Simulator Finale Part 4/4

Sooooooooo I wanted to try something if it's works. So Day 7 reveals who won, I want to say the deities and your favourites did their best and entertained Zeno-sama so much that he ordered Daishinkan to send them back soon, but let's see who won.

Day 7:

Fuwa: I thought we held hands... Quitela: That? That is so four days ago... Damn Quitela won, and damn Campari, you were so close.

Rip, you did so well *sniff* The winner is...

The placement and statistics:

Thank you guys for joining me in this hunger games simulator, I might do this again soon.

~ masterlist nct dream pt 4 !!

fluff ♡

angst ツ

smut ☆

done reading °

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

all

nice tits ☆ °

…sound in bed ☆ °

their kinks ☆

00'z ☆ °

reaction: fucking you dumb... ☆ °

jaemin

taking pictures ♡

1:09 pm ♡ °

HIS SUNDRESS ☆

cassiopeia ツ

jeno

12:21 am ♡

9:10 pm ♡

hugging you softly ♡

make up sex ♡ °

big nose ♡ °

rainfall ♡ °

3:54 pm ♡ °

tomorrow ツ °

committed ツ °

i don’t know ツ °

9:14 am ☆ °

3:50 pm ☆ °

10:16 pm ☆ °

11:53 pm ☆ °

texts: in your eyes ☆ °

texts: iye ☆ °

gamer ☆ °

glasses ☆ °

perv ☆ °

when he’s messy ☆ °

stress relief ☆ °

baby trapping ☆ °

missionary style ☆

brother’s best friend ☆

promiscuous ☆

sugar and spice ☆

stuffy ☆

GUARDIAN GLOVES ☆

haechan

texts: boyfriend ♡

11:08 pm ♡

teeth ☆

weak for his gf ☆

02:12am ツ

jisung

11:51 am ツ °

7 minutes in heaven ☆

a little awkward ☆

a piece of you ☆

chenle

smau: soft launch ♡

mark

arguing ツ

renjun

you belong with me ♡

The Mother and The Cauldron - Part 4

The Cauldron: so this goes here, and Aedion goes there, and Rowan is kicking that rock, and Dorian is railing Manon and-

The Mother: CAULDRON!

The Cauldron: SON OF THE MOTHER! YOU SCARED ME!

The Mother: I'm bored, little evil thing

The Cauldron: I'm busy right now. And stop calling me evil.

The Mother: But you are evil.

The Cauldron: And whose fault is that?

The Mother: Koshei?

The Cauldron: Yes, your- wait, what does Koshei have to do with anything?

The Mother: I don't know. I'm bored.

The Cauldron: get a pair of mates together, that ought to entretain you.

The Mother: what are you doing, anyway?

The Cauldron: Making sure everything is calm and peaceful.

The Mother: Why? Give me some drama.

The Cauldron: you say that now, but then when the drama happens you're going to hate me for not stopping it-

The Mother: I won't! I promise! Just give me something.

The Cauldron: If you insist-

The Mother: I do! Give me something.

The Cauldron: Alright then. I allowed the illyrians to take Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn to the blood rite a few minutes ago.

The Mother: ...

The Cauldron: ....

The Mother: ....

The Cauldron: ...

The Mother: ...I WILL BREAK YOU PIECE BY PIECE-!

The Cauldron: MOTHER, NO!

Rebloggging This Again But With The Bonus That I Have Created

jjba episodes

kid who looks like his name is grape fanta: man i sure had fun at paris fashion week

his friend who has a new color just invented never seen it before in his hair : lol yeah it was so fun

*footstep noises*

character who you instantly know is going to die in the next 2 episodes: hi guys it’s me kid with balls stapled to his head do you want this chip i found off the ground

muscle guy who is 14 feet tall 12 feet wide: Yes, thank you kid wiht balls stapled to his head . I will cherish this moment

BICKER ‖ four

After an eventful night, you take Taehyung on his offer and go out for a walk with him.

⤑ word count: 10.6k ⤑ genre: enemies to lovers; angst ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ pairing: taehyung + reader

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