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[10:50 pm]

“‘m tired.” jisung mumbles into your neck as his sweat rolls off his own.

the boys had just finished one of their many performances, the loud instrumental of ridin’ still booming in your ears.

jisung loves the way your hands caress his hair despite the sweat it’s drenched in. you giggle as he buries his face deeper, “you were perfect.”

your soft murmur pasted a wide grin on the boy’s face, the statement was hushed just enough that only the two of you could hear it, and he couldn’t be more thankful he had you by his side than in that moment.

“says you,” the snickers jisung lets out are quiet and exhausted, but with your soft humming of their last song, the exhausted lovestruck boy lets himself be lulled to sleep in your arms.

[11:40 am]

“c’mere.”

jaemin wears a small frown on his face, his arm curls around your shoulder before he tugs you to switch places with him.

you eye him as he cranes his neck to the side—watching the busy road carefully.

“be careful, your bag.” jaemin pulls you close as you both cross the road. you can see the faint pink on his cheeks as you smile teasingly.

“thanks, jaem.”

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arcade — pjs.

in which your boyfriend takes you to the arcade.

—

“y/n y/n y/n!! look look! they have stuffed bears in there!” jisung lights up at the sight of the multi-colored bears sitting inside the glass box.

you can’t help but laugh at how excited your boyfriend was getting. the small arcade he brought you too was packed with people—friend groups and couples alike wander around the two of you.

jisung’s fishing his pocket for the small card that allows you both to waste your time on the countless machines scattered across the small store. “just sit there and look pretty, babe!”

your boyfriend’s tongue pokes at his cheek as he stares intensely at the brown bear he was trying to take. the metal claw moves as he controls it with the knob settled outside the machine.

“go ji!” you’re smiling so much your cheeks hurt. your hand is holding your phone as you film the tall boy. “what was that?!”

he’s whining now—watching the small toy fall from the claws seemed to make his legs turn to jelly.

“let me try again.” he huffs, swiping the card to try once more.

—

“ji, love—it’s okay!” you can’t contain your giggles directed at the pouty boy next to you.

“but i really wanted to get that for you!” jisung whines even louder this time, both your hands filled with loads of tickets from walking around the whole arcade.

your gaze catches a small booth hidden away in the corner. a flash of recognition lights up your eyes before your jumping up and dragging jisung away.

“look look look! they have a photobooth!” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you pull him towards the cramped booth. there’s a big screen waiting for the two of you—it shows the both of you as you settle into the small bench.

“are you ready, ji?” you smile at him as you swipe the card. a robotic voice echoes around you ‘please select your camera setting and get ready for your shots!’

“where do we look?”

neither of you have any time to ask anymore questions when the loud voice starts to count down.

“oh my god! um—“ you’re giggling as you push your head against jisung’s. you’re both smiling and the first picture snaps into place.

your boyfriend’s arm reaches behind you to pull you closer to him—his face scrunches into a wink as your cheeks tint pink while you flash a shy smile at the camera.

“what do we do now?” jisung lets out a loud laugh as you both try your hardest to think of a pose on time. you barely hear the camera shutter amongst both your giggling.

you both strike a couple more poses, throwing up finger hearts and some wacky faces—but you’re now on your last picture and you’re out of ideas.

..3…

“um—what else can we do?” you’re laughing as you stare at yourself through the massive screen.

…2…

you feel jisung’s soft touch on your chin, he tugs gently so you’re looking right at him. his lips are curved in a soft smile.

…1…

and he kisses you.

—

i’m so sad i want to go to the arcade with a special someone now </3

:( i love this so much :( this was so :( I am so :(

four seven eight (3)

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 11k

glimpse: now that your month-long break’s over, you’re supposed to come home to jungkook at eight in the morning, right before he wakes up — it’s been two hours now, why are you still not home?

alternatively, jungkook will fight with you even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

[ part one + intermission + part two + intermission 02 + finale ]

[ fluff, full-fledged redemption arc I Swear, some angst, jealous jk, so much longing, references to anxiety, suggestive themes n flirting, everything gets sorted out, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex ]

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“Sir.”

Someone whispers into Kihyun’s ears and when his eyes widen with shock and looks your way, you fall a little curious as to what is going on. A moment of anger, his eyes glare your way before turning back to his men while you sit there on the cold floor, silent and unmoving.

“Keep watch of her, make sure no one comes in.”

Ah. Father probably managed to find you, huh? But how? There’s no way he has enough power to face Kihyun with the position your mafia is in so perhaps he got help? But from who?

Who else but Bangtan?

Your heart aches a little thinking about it as you watch Kihyun walk away with a slam of the door right behind him. All that’s left is darkness once more with the man guarding you keeping a close eye right beside the door.

You hope it’s Namjoon. He’s a little late but at this point you don’t care about timing anymore, as long as you get out of this hellhole.

Your wrists hurt and your limps are tense and aching from having to stay here for some time with a man who refuses to take his sight off you. One little movement is enough for him to grow aggravated.

You just want to see your father again. You hope he’s alright.

You aren’t sure how long Kihyun’s taking for him to leave you alone for this long but you lose track of time. Now that he’s away, you can take the time to rest your eyes. Just for a second, you tell yourself. You’ll be alright if you rest for just a second. Kihyun’s occupied and won’t bother you for now so this is the perfect time to catch up on some sleep.

So you let your eyes droop, falling closed, letting your head rest against the hard wall behind you. Your arms feel uncomfortable as you’re still chained up but for now all you care about is getting some rest.

You need to rest.

How long has it been anyways?

A sudden ruckus is heard outside and you feel your eyes slowly peeking open, hoping and praying that it isn’t Kihyun returning.

The door opens with a slam and you find with your blurry eyes the sight of someone familiar.

“Y/N!” The guard on standby rushes to stop him but he falls defeated and in just seconds, the familiar man rushes at your side. “Y/N…you’re alright…” A soft sigh leaves him once he’s taken a look at you and you feel him touch your back so that he could lean you forward in order to reach the chains holding you hostage.

You lean against his shoulder, feeling so tired as your nostrils prick and tears begin to form along your waterline.

“You’re alright now.” Taehyung chuckles upon the feel of your chin against his shoulder. It’s a shock because you’ve never been so quiet and obedient to let yourself lean against any of them. He’s surprised you haven’t even scolded him for being a little late in saving you. “Namjoon’s here and he’s got evidence to take Kihyun down so you don’t have to worry about—”

When he finally gets the chains off your wrists and lean backs, Taehyung pauses in his words as he gets a look at the state you are in. Red cheek, disheveled hair, chapped lips, bags under your eyes, and so, so quiet.

You’ve never been one to fall quiet. Not like this.

He reaches out to touch your red cheek, only to quickly freeze when you flinch upon his touch and his eyes widens.

You’re scared.

“What the hell did he do to you?” Darkness overtakes his eyes when you tremble before him, head lowered as your lips quiver.

“Please take me home, Tae.” A soft whisper so quiet and broken he can feel his anger rising by the second. “Please..”

So he takes you in his arms and when you lean your head against his chest willingly, Taehyung holds in his ire, biting the inside of his cheek as he walks out the door. You’re so small, so tiny, and still trembling.

“You’re saying you care for her yet you go ahead and poison her father? That isn’t love, Kihyun, that’s obsession.” He can hear Namjoon’s low voice from the meeting room.

“You don’t understand anything about my love for Y/N.”

He scoffs at those words. “You kidnapped her, forced her away from the safety of her own home, almost killed her father, and you call this love? You’re much more foolish than I..had…”

His words trail off when Taehyung walks into the room with you in his arms and finding the way Taehyung is holding onto his anger, Namjoon and Seokjin are quick to rush over to your side.

“Y/N?” You hear the leader call your name but you’re so tired you can barely keep your eyes open.

At the sight of your trembling body, Seokjin takes his overcoat off to put it on you, only to examine you further and realize you aren’t trembling just because you’re cold, you’re trembling because of something else.

“Why is your cheek…” He touches you gently there and you flinch a little, just slightly, before eventually leaning into his kind touch, and their eyes darken. Seokjin looks up at Kihyun, anger and rage an understatement for how he’s feeling in that moment. “I told you to not touch my woman, Kihyun, yet you ignored my warning.”

Have you ever heard them so angry and on your behalf before? You don’t think so, but even in your weakened state, you can tell just how scary they are.

“Take her to the car,” you hear Namjoon tell Taehyung and as you’re led away from the scene, a gentle whisper falls into your ear among the commotion a few hallways down.

“You’re okay now. No one can hurt you ever again.”

hello :DD i saw your drabble game was up and i just couldn’t resist!!

may i ask for jungkook x reader ( she / her prns or gender neutral!), mafia/gang au, e2l, treating an injury and “what happened to you?” “where did you get that?”

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~summary: Close enough to touch, far enough never to dare. But Jungkook knows you well enough to know something isn’t right. And that locket the new player is wearing? Isn’t his. Will this be what it takes to break the distance you keep with Jungkook? ~pairing: jungkook x reader ~angst, fluff, comfort, enemies to lovers, mafia!au ~word count: 3k ~rating: pg13 ~warnings: violence, alcohol, blood, injury

~a/n: thank you!! you’re so sweet🥰 I’m sorry this has taken more than a week since the last request I posted but as you can see, it’s also longer than a drabble! srsly, the moment I saw this one in my inbox, I was thrilled. it’s like this prompt was made for me haha. the biggest problem I had was not making it too much like Flame on Water, but I’m pleased with what I came up with! I hope you enjoy it too!💜

Jungkook’s eyes flitted in your direction the moment you walked in.

The bar was dark, filled with people, but it was like he could sense you in spite of the hum of chatter and low music fighting for his attention in this atmosphere. Fingers circling the rim of his glass, he eyed you as you crossed the threshold.

Your little acquaintance with Jungkook began some time ago. But there had been no friendly introductions; you had had a knife to the throat of one of his members and the next thing you knew, you were being pressed against the ground with Jungkook at your back.

Over time, you had proved to be quite a match for each other. Just as your gangs skirted around each other, testing boundaries, winning and losing skirmishes for territory, the two of you were seemingly in orbit of the other. One way or another, you would always end up toe to toe, a constant challenge – or, perhaps, annoyance – to the other.

Tonight may be no different. Your eyes locked as you passed his table. Always close enough to touch, but too wise to move until the time was right.

In your line of work, you had to settle for a cool distance with the enemy. After all, you knew that while you were capable of taking him down, the opposite was also true. And either action would invite more conflict that your gangs’ tentative hostility could bear.

You approached and Jungkook sat back, anticipating your arrival. Neither of you would dare make a move in here, you knew that. But it was always fun to flirt with danger.

His smirk grew, a brow cocked as he waited for you to bite first. A simple ‘what are you looking at, Jeon?’ was enough for a spark.

Instead, your expression darkened.

“Not tonight, Jeon.”

Without even staying to hear a response, you kept your head down and moved past.

Jungkook frowned, leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of you, melting into the hubbub of this bar. Something was off.

For the brief moment he could, he scanned your form. He could be imagining it, but were you limping? If you were, you hid it well. In any case, you were gone too soon for him to be sure.

Still, his eyes lingered. He swallowed down a growing unease. This wasn’t like you – but then, why should that mean anything to him? Better still, he should revel in this. To have you in such a sour mood, something must have happened in favour of his gang. And at the expense of you.

He pretended that made him feel better.

But Jungkook had no time to spare thinking of you. Why he would ever want to was a concern in itself.

He was here for a reason. And that reason was crossing to the bar right now.

The man was alone, but Jungkook wasn’t stupid enough to rule out the possibility of anyone keeping an eye from the crowd. This was a new player in town, Ilwoon, but wasn’t someone Namjoon was keen to put in the ground straight away. He was clearly smart, having gained connections before trying to emerge as a powerful figure.

Jungkook had been given instructions for a hassle-free discussion and deal, but he took that with a pinch of salt. They didn’t know much about this guy, and it was Jungkook’s job to show him they weren’t going to be pushed around easily.

Still, he approached with a decidedly cool exterior, letting nothing slip in his expression.

“Two Manhattans.” The order confirmed to Jungkook that this was in fact the right man. His voice was rough, a contrast to the fine trimmed haircut he sported.

Allowing a cordial smile onto his face, Jungkook seated himself beside the newcomer while the bartender busied herself.

“Nice evening,” Jungkook muttered off-hand, “busy.”

Ilwoon bristled, clearly not sure what to make of the smalltalk. But a moment later, a smile bloomed on his face. Jungkook didn’t like it at all, but made sure not to flinch.

“Good place to end a long day,” the man said.

Their drinks slid across the counter, Jungkook watching the other take a sip first, taking note of the way his dark eyes crawled over the occupants of the bar. Like he owned the lot.

Taking a sip too, Jungkook could pass the disgusted curl of his lips off as a response to the burn of alcohol. About to resign himself to a tense but necessary conversation, he turned his eyes back to his drinking partner.

Jungkook’s hand tightened around his glass, not lowering it to the tabletop. Frozen, he stared.

Ilwoon lowered his arm, revealing a charming red pendant which was just visible around his shirt buttons. Finishing his own drink, the man noticed Jungkook’s staring and frowned, shifting in his seat. A small flash of red bounced from the jewel at the movement.

It was beautiful. Jungkook had always thought so. But that was just the problem.

“That isn’t yours.”

Raising his eyes fractionally, Jungkook finally met the man’s gaze with steel in his own.

Quirking a brow, that same repulsive smile flitted onto Ilwoon’s face.

“Told you I’d been having fun in this town,” the man shrugged, “now, shall we talk?”

Fast as a whip, Jungkook had sent his chair clattering to the floor as he sprung at the man, grabbing him roughly by his collar and sending him colliding with the bar.

Any previous noise dissipated, silence shooting through crowd place like a wave.

Jungkook didn’t even break the man’s gaze. One of the glasses slowly rolled off the table, smashed loudly on the floor.

No one moved.

Holding his stance, Jungkook’s only move was to tighten his grip, drawing closer to the man.

“For someone in your position, I would think you’d want to play nice,” he hissed.

Despite the way his feet scrabbled for purchase on the floor and his breath grew shallower, the other man narrowed his eyes, spitting back with vitriol.

“No honour among thieves, I thought. This shouldn’t be your concern.”

“You’re going to tell me who is and isn’t my concern?” Jungkook all but yelled, shaking him.

“I never touched one of yours!”

“They don’t belong to you either,” Jungkook growled. His spare hand reached up, just below the one holding his foe, to grab the locket.

It was true that it was nothing to do with bangtan. That his actions now would spark rumours of some weakness, some compromise. That he need not be interested in the fate of anyone other than the boys he called family.

But Jungkook didn’t recall seeing this around your neck earlier.

He tore it off. Releasing the man and leaving him panting, leaning against the counter, he stalked away without looking back.

The thin metal chain felt heavy in Jungkook’s fist.

Falling fast and heavy, his shoes clattered up the stairs. If Ilwoon had any sense, he would be long gone already, but he was a long way down Jungkook’s list right now.

The bouncer nodded him through instantly, Jungkook not even sparing time to look at her.

While this bar was supposed to be a neutral place for gangs (something he would certainly have to explain if the owner got wind of his little stunt downstairs), many of them frequented the place. With the absence of violence came somewhere for meetings, perhaps the only spot this side of bangtan’s territory where Jungkook could brush shoulders with enemies without trading blows.

At the moment, he was rather closer to shoving them as he carved a path through the crowd. The top floor was solely for those in his… profession. He had no doubt you had been heading here when he saw you earlier.

Emerging from the dense group by the bar, he quickly scanned the tables, ruling each one out.

Chewing his cheek, he exhaled harshly through his nose, turning his head erratically. You were nowhere in sight.

There was only one place left.

Walking purposefully past the tables, he pushed through another door. The bathrooms were here, four gender neutral ones lining the corridor.

Toeing open the nearest, he peered inside. It was empty, as was the lockable cubicle inside. Crossing the hall in one stride, he tried the next with the same results. The third, however-

You eyes snapped up, meeting his in the mirror just before you whirled around with a gasp, straightening your top.

Jungkook’s brow creased, gaze lingering even though you were now totally covered by your turtleneck. Once again, it had been too quick to be sure, but-

“What happened to you?”

Jungkook’s intense gaze met yours as he stepped inside, the door falling closed behind him. He didn’t miss your guarded stance, the way your eyes flickered to the exit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeon,” you replied tersely.

Turning back to the mirror, you leaned over the sink to make a show of inspecting your hair. As if you couldn’t care less about his invasion.

But much as you hated to admit it, Jungkook may know you more than most people. Despite your… situation, it was hard to keep secrets and emotions at bay when your lives revolved around pushing the other, whether it be in a physical fight or in tactical play. Even those in your own circle were kept at a further distance. Trust wasn’t exactly an abundant resource in your world.

You just hoped the amount of times Jungkook had seen you hurt, sometimes from his own doing, wouldn’t pay off now. You knew he was still watching you.

He ground his teeth, then looked down at something.

“What’s this then?”

Turning back to him in irritation, you opened your mouth, only to freeze like that when you saw the pendant dangling from his fingers. Your father had given you that, a symbol of your belonging to his empire just before he died. While many of his members believed you weren’t fit to be with them, it reminded you they wrong.

You always wore it.

Until…

“Where did you get that?”

“What happened to you?”

Jungkook repeated his question rapidly in response to your own. All it prompted was more silence. But he had watched your unbothered air crack in front of him the moment he showed you the locket – something was wrong.

“Listen, Jungkook,” you spoke low, trying not to betray your shaking voice, “I’ve had quite enough for today. If you want to add to that, go ahead. Just tell the cleaners on your way out.”

Your words jarred Jungkook. Reminded him of all the reasons you would expect him to be here, and with good reason. A startling realisation of how far his feelings seemed to have strayed from the familiarity of your rivalry.

He took a breath, horrified. Expecting you to laugh any second, or even kick him in the face.

But you just waited.

“What did he do to you?” he pressed, taking a step.

He jolted to a stop the next second when you actually stepped away from him, backing against the sink.

“You know Ilwoon?”

“I hate the bastard, but yes,” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth, “care to tell me why he had this?”

You rolled your eyes.

“What do you think?”

“Is it the reason there’s blood in the sink?”

“Well done, Sherlock,” you bit, “don’t you think you could save your gloating for later?”

“He hurt you.”

You smirked drily.

“Are you just bitter because you never managed?”

He stared in disbelief. How were joking about this?

You still stared defiantly up at him, arms folded over your chest.

His next words came as little more than a breath.

“Let me see.”

You didn’t move.

“I’m sorry?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly hesitant to meet your eyes.

“Let- let me see. I can help.”

You were silent for so long that Jungkook looked back up at you, finding you still staring at him like he was crazy.

Perhaps he was.

But eventually, you dropped your arms and stepped to one side with a soft huff.

Stepping forward, Jungkook laid the necklace quietly on the counter before reaching out. Just before his fingers touched the hem of the fabric, he looked back up for confirmation.

You took a breath. Somehow, this didn’t feel as strange as it should.

A small nod from you, and he gently lifted the material, a crease emerging between his brows.

Chewing your lip, you looked away. Still, you couldn’t help eyeing the damage in the mirror beside you. The wound wasn’t of too much concern, but the blood was certainly a sight to behold. Your cleaning had done nothing to improve it.

A slash ran across your side. He had poor aim, the knife striking your ribs which had deflected it, extending the cut around your side where it was hard for you to reach without having to contort and receive a warning blast of pain from the injured spot.

You couldn’t help the hiss that left you when Jungkook’s fingers brushed against it. Withdrawing instantly, he looked back to you.

“Sorry, go ahead,” you muttered, averting your eyes again.

Still, when he turned on the tap to wet his hand, it returned cautiously, barely touching if he could help it. For the odd time he aggravated the wound, you simply bit your tongue.

Turning your eyes towards yourself in the mirror, you watched blankly. What should have been the most bizarre scene felt all too easy. Jungkook’s gaze remained focussed, fixed on his hands as they were painted red with your blood before it swirled away down the drain.

His hands left you then, prompting you to whip around in panic. Where was he going?

All you were met with was a low chuckle, a lopsided smile falling onto Jungkook’s lips. He stayed where he was, shrugging off his jacket.

“What are you-?”

Your question died on your lips as he bunched it up, bending slightly to tend to your wound again. Lost for words, you simply raised your arm slightly to give him better access as he pressed the fabric against your side.

Part of you felt bad for what was clearly an expensive jacket – the material wasn’t scratchy at all, barely irritating your injury.

“It should be treated properly,” he said.

“I’ll live.”

“I don’t doubt it. But… you’ll have someone look at it, right?”

You quirked a brow at him.

“So you can give me another one next week?”

“Of course not!”

His exclamation took you by surprise. Apparently, it did the same to him, both of you blinking at each other in the following quiet.

He sighed roughly, looking down to his shifting feet for a moment.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Why would I do that?”

Your protest was weak and you knew it. Your voice came out tired. The care Jungkook had just showed you left you caving to the very thing you had always tried to resist. But after today’s events, you just wanted to let your guard down and tell someone.

He didn’t even have to say anything else. You sighed, leaned back against the counter.

“The new guy wanted to meet up, talk business with our gang. I didn’t turn up expecting anything, but the moment he saw they sent me, he seemed to take that as a sign of weakness. Not a word of business, just him being a creep until he attacked me when I wasn’t having it.”

Kicking the tiled floor as you spoke, a bitter scowl took over your face. You were more than capable of taking on/quick enough to take on this stupid newbie, but the knife had really taken you by surprise.

“I shouldn’t have even given him the chance,” you cursed, “but when this happened, it threw me enough for him to grab me. He seemed to enjoy it. Like that necklace was a bleeding trophy.”

Jungkook’s expression of hatred mirrored your own.

When your eyes fell on the jewellery sitting on the side, his followed. Saying nothing, he reached for it, stepped behind you.

Instinctively, you turned, meeting his eyes as he came behind you in the mirror. The necklace glinted innocently in the light as he raised it above your head, fastening it out of sight at the nape of your neck.

His fingers only grazed your skin as he pulled away. And if he saw the bruises on your neck, he said nothing about them. He knew all too well how humiliating it could be to come out this side of what should have been an easy fight.

“He wanted discussions with bangtan as well,” Jungkook said, as if it was the most innocent thing in the world.

But his smirk in the mirror ignited hope in you again.

Spinning around to face him, you pretended not to notice just how close this brought you to Jungkook. You were no stranger to being a breath away from him, but it was a different experience now you weren’t trying to attack each other.

“You mean he’s been in contact with both of us?”

“Would have thought he’d be smart enough to know not to get between enemies. When our bosses find out he wants to play us like this I don’t think they’ll be too happy, do you?”

Like falling into your magnetic pull, Jungkook shifted closer still. A smirk was growing over your features, eyes glinting in the light.

Your gaze dropped slightly, a finger coming to rest on his chest. Looking up at him, you tilted your head playfully. This confidence fit you much better, more familiar than the weakness Ilwoon had inflicted on you.

“And what about how we found out?”

“I don’t think that should be of concern when he’s running for his life.”

And you fell together at last, all that time you had spent fighting fading in the work of an instant. The tongue that loved to cut you down now tasted so sweet as you indulged in his lips at last. How you had ever been able to resist, you didn’t know.

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