CONSEQUENCES Bts.

CONSEQUENCES ── bts.

SUMMARY: an ex of yours gets hired and he tries his hardest to get you back, not knowing you’re in a relationship with all 7 of your bosses who will not hesitate to kill him

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNING (S): blood?, mentions of past harassment, cursing, mentions of murder, pregnancy

NOTE: im back 😈 this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this is also unedited so excuse my grammatical errors

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Eunji and Ari were situated on either side of you. It’s lunch time, and with how busy the guys are, you decided to take time to sit with your friends and talk about each other’s lives. Though, they rather talk about your life rather than theirs.

“He’s growing so big,” Ari pouted, rubbing your stomach over your blouse. “I bet the guys are excited, huh?”

You snorted, nodding your head up and down. “You already know it.” You gestured towards the guards standing near you over your shoulder, and the girls followed the direction of your thumb. Thankfully, your new guards didn’t annoy you as much. They easily blended in with the shadows of the building and they didn’t make a single sound. They don’t even move! But, they took their job serious and that’s all that mattered. “Increased protection, though, and they’re on high alert more than ever.”

“Explains why there was more security in the lobby,” Ari pointed out, receiving nods from you two.

It was expected that all 7 of your boyfriends would become overprotective. Well, more than usual. Of course, you didn’t mind it. They still let you go out (just with more guards and with your best friends), they respected your wishes of working still, and they didn’t do things their way unless they talked it out with you and you were okay with it. Though, sometimes they had their moments, and of course, you didn’t exactly care. After all, you were with child and you understood their concerns.

“I love them,” you smiled, happily eating the food Jin and Jungkook had prepared for you. Even as they were busy, they still did small things for you that made you know that you were their first priority above all. “Also, what happened last week when I wasn’t here? I heard that a new person was hired.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ari clapped her hands rather excitedly at the thought of gossiping and spilling the news. “So, a guy was hired and no, I don’t know his name yet—”

“I do,” Eunji spoke out, slightly raising her hand, eating.

Ari playfully rolled her eyes and continued sharing, “I’ve heard, though, he’s very quiet, calm, and he’s very popular. He works in Mr. Min’s division and he usually comes to talk to Eunji about some topics, so we both know how he looks like. He’s very attractive.”

Eunji glanced at her watch as you let out a small “ah” at Ari’s explanation. “Talking about him, he called me to make sure I had time to revise over any work.” At seeing your confused expression, she smiled. “Their supervisor is on a family trip so Yoongi made sure I supervised them in the meantime since I knew the division well.”

“I feel like I missed a lot,” you shook your head in a disappointed manner, a sigh escaping your lips. “I’m never leaving.”

Ari snorted. “Yeah, right. Knowing the 7 assheads, they literally have a sixth sense when it comes to you.” Not even a second later, your phone goes off, alerting you of a message. “I bet you it’s them.”

You grabbed your phone and let your eyes scan the text message Jungkook sent you, a simple: “Tell Ari to stop calling us assheads or else she won’t have a job ☺️ I love you muah <3.”

“And they have a second sense when it comes to you.”

Showing it to Ari, she let out a scoff. “He’s like the annoying brother I never had. Thank goodness my mom never had a child after. I don’t know how you handle him.”

“He’s not hard to handle,” you chuckled, leaning back against your chair to rest your hand on your stomach. “Ugh, I’m full.”

“Me, too.”

Silence invaded you three, and Eunji excused herself to grab some documents from the worker you’ve been hearing about. You heard the elevator ding and your guards made sure to follow after Eunji to see who it was.

“Here, here, take a look at him!” Ari immediately grabbed onto your arm, making you two slightly lean down so you can hide your staring behind the desk in front of you. “Dammit, we can only see the back of his head.”

“He’s tall,” you noted, eyeing the guy’s towering figure. “He might be Joon’s height.”

You two stayed quiet and Eunji’s eyes briefly met the two of you trying your hardest to hide. She was clearly amused and it wasn’t surprising when your guards found the situation amusing, either. Because of her stare, though, the guy turned around.

“Turn around, turn around,” Ari harshly whispered, having you two lean back against your chairs and look the opposite direction.

“Wait,” you heard. “Y/n?”

At hearing your name, you looked up and let your breath hitch in your throat at coming to see the culprit. You gulped.

“Oh, crap,” you breathed out and Ari let out a confused hum, looking between you and the coworker. You gulped down your feelings again and placed a hand up to be a barrier to hide your actions. Placing another hand up to whisper to Ari, you whispered rather quickly. “He’s my ex!”

Ari’s mouth gaped open, and she stared at you as if you had two heads and not one. She watched the guy get closer to you and your guys quickly stepped in, hands on their waistband to let their fingertips hover over their weapon.

“Woah,” you both eyed the man as he raised his hands up in defense, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. In your guards defense, the last time the boys hired someone, especially a male worker, he had kidnapped you at your sister’s wedding, so their actions were valid. “Um, I mean no harm…”

“It’s okay,” you clarified, though, you made sure to use the hand signal the boys taught you to use that told them: I’m okay but still, be cautious. You turned to face the man staying in his place. “Nice to see you, Yu-Jun.”

“It’s nice to see you, Y/n,” he smiled at you before glancing towards the guards, gesturing them with his shoulder. “So, what’s that about?”

“Just simple company regulations,” you innocently smiled because as much as you wanted to get up on his face and tell him that you found people who loved you (and that you were pregnant with their child), you didn’t want to risk putting yourself in a dangerous position by bragging. You didn’t want to get kidnapped again by a worker obsessed with your boyfriends. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“I didn’t know you worked here, either!” He happily said and you hid your awkwardness behind the fake smile plastered on your face. After all, you didn’t want to be around him considering the last time you saw him, he had emotionally cheated on you with his best friend—a friend he told you not to worry about—and you had read the messages. You had kicked him out shortly after.

“Well,” Eunji chuckled awkwardly as she took note of your discomfort. She glanced at her watch, clearing her throat to speak, “Yu-Jun, break is almost over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, gulping down his feelings before he looked back at you. He gave you one last look and his lips parted a bit to let a small sigh escape them. “You should let me take you out one day.”

“Like, a friendly take out?” You arched a brow. He snorted.

“Well, I meant as a date-date, dummy,” he clarified.

You stood up and shook your head, grabbing the wrappers of the fortune cookies Ari had opened. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Ari hid her smile at hearing the dejected tone in Yu-Jun’s voice. You did, too, and you were thankful that you were in the early stages of pregnancy. If you had worn a tighter shirt, the bump would’ve been out on the open but due to the flow-y material, Yu-Jun could not see you were with child. “Well, I’m… happy for you.”

You sent him a a curt nod. “Thanks..”

His eyes followed you and he would continue if not for a guard heading towards him and leading him away. Though, he let his eyes glance at you one more time, watching you over his shoulder as he waited for the elevator to open, and he stayed there until it dinged and he was instructed to go in.

You, on the other hand, knew that somehow he would come back. He had messaged you a week before officially meeting Jimin, asking to go out, but you had blocked him as soon as the message had come forward. You could already feel the itch in your skin at knowing you would unexpectedly spill the news somehow to all 7.

And you were right.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin pecked your forehead once he saw you sitting on the couch of his office. You smiled and looked up at him, eyes slightly hooded out of tiredness. “Tired?”

“Very,” you hummed, leaning back to ease the pain of your back. “I had enough sleep last night, though, so I don’t know why I’m tired.”

“Hmm,” Jimin let out, a small smile plastered on his face as looked around for his phone rather impatiently. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’re pregnant?”

“Oh, my God,” you dramatically gasped, your hand going up to cover your mouth. “I’m pregnant?”

Giving you a playful glare, you chuckled at his facial expression right as Namjoon called your own phone.

Answering it, you hear a small “aha!” coming from Jimin, who had successfully found his phone under the pile of worksheets he needed to sign, all while Namjoon says a simple, “Hello?”

“Hey,” you greet, grabbing onto Jimin’s hand that reached out for you. You two walked out together and Jimin immediately grabbed your purse away from you to hold onto it.

“Hi, baby,” Namjoon’s deep voice greeted you, making you almost fall to your knees because of how he sounded. “Are you guys almost home?”

You remembered that all of the boys left early as soon as those words escaped his mouth. You didn’t know why, but they had briefly mentioned that they were going to deal with someone who had bad mouthed you. Being with them for years meant that the person who did so was probably gone because you already knew what they meant when they were going to deal with someone who either disrespected you, looked at you wrong, or even breathed wrong around you.

“Yes,” you answered, feeling Jimin wrap an arm around your waist inside the elevator. Your guards stood in front of you, facing the doors while you two stayed in the back and stayed glued to each other’s side. “Jimin couldn’t find his phone but he found it, don’t worry.”

“Okay, then. Be careful and be safe, okay? We’re here at the house already and we brought pizza and wings since you’ve been craving them.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” you groaned, dropping your head on Jimin’s shoulder, a pout forming on your lips. “You know how much I’ve been craving them.”

“I should’ve brought you more last night, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, finding amusement in the situation, considering the fact that last night you had woken them up around 2 am to let them know you were desperately craving wings. “Well, I just hope these will satisfy you, okay?”

“Mhm, thank you, Joon,” you smiled.

At hearing the ding of the elevator, Namjoon took that as his cue.

“Alright, I’ll let you two go, but be careful. We’ll be waiting. I love you three.”

Smiling, you and Jimin uttered the same words before hanging up. You two walked towards the garage and Jimin still held onto you by the waist, wanting to be closer to you if possible.

Heading home, you walked inside the house while conversing with Jimin, your feet carrying you to the kitchen.

Immediately, the others came to greet you two and Jungkook, having become more overprotective over you ever since you found out about your pregnancy, carried you towards your seat. A plate with a slice of pizza and wings were automatically placed in front of you and just like that, your usual routine continued until you conversed about everything that had happened. And you made the mistake of mentioning what happened earlier.

At coming to realize that you spilled the event that had occurred earlier that day, you watched as their smiles immediately faltered.

“What do you mean your ex got hired?” Jimin questioned, leaning back against his chair with one of his arms placed by his plate and the other hand resting on your thigh. His sleeves were rolled up and the glint of his Diamond bracelet winked at you, intimidating you a bit more.

“Before you guys freak out,” you glared at each of them, “no killing anyone. I just saw him during lunch, made it clear, though, that I’m in a relationship, and that’s it.”

Namjoon hummed. “We trust you, okay?” His eyes met yours from across the table. “If anything happens or he does something that makes you uncomfortable, you immediately let us know. I don’t want you and our baby to be in trouble.”

You smiled at Namjoon’s words and concern, feeling Jimin’s hand gripping your inner thigh reassuringly. “I know. Don’t worry. We just saw each other this time and that’s it. We won’t run into each other.”

Yu-Jun wanted you and he didn’t even know why.

All he has heard is you being in a relationship, but other than that, your life was pretty private. He tried staying late to catch a glimpse of the person you were dating and, nothing. You always seemed to leave a few seconds before him and he’s starting to believe you’re always on the elevator before him because it always stops on a certain high level and when the elevator picks him up and he goes to your floor, you’re not there. It’s a pattern he has noticed. And it’s a pattern he’s starting to despise.

Yu-Jun wasn’t the type to give up. He wasn’t, and he did not give a single shit at knowing you were in a relationship. Come on! Everyone wanted him. All the women on his floor wanted him. You had wanted him and you did everything for him. Yes, he might’ve cheated, but he believed he wasn’t at fault and it was something necessary. He was just very delusional.

“You got flowers,” Eunji smiled, handing you a bouquet of flowers as your eyes stayed focus on the screen in front of you. At hearing her words, you furrowed your brows. “I’m guessing the boys wanted to surprise you.”

“Thanks…” Your voice faltered at eyeing the roses.

One thing about the 7 men in your life, they loved you. So much. But, they also knew that you didn’t like it when all the attention was on you because of their grand gestures. 7 roses were all you would get in the office and they did give you flowers every day of the week until your home was bombarded with flower after flower, so this was unusual. But, you figured Jungkook must’ve sent them considering he always gives you roses in the office, so you waved it off.

The flowers were constant. They were given to you on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursdays. You didn’t mind at first, but it’s been over 2 weeks and the boys did not bring them up at all. It was starting to get overwhelming and you started giving your friends a bouquet just like the first time you received it. It might’ve been mean just dismissing the flowers but you already had so many at home.

By the 3rd week, you were getting more anxious at the attention. There was always a letter in the roses, but it was a simple, “I want you” and no signature.

This time, you decided to text who you believed was the culprit.

[ angel 🩷] kook, the flowers are getting too much ☹️ everyone keeps staring and it’s very nerve wracking. i appreciate them as always but it’s getting a lot

Jungkook grabbed his phone at hearing the ping of a notification popping up on the screen. He was currently in a meeting with the others and a few other people, but he did not care if it seemed rude he was using his phone..

Smiling at your contact name, his smile vanished just like the other night when you had told the boys your ex was hired. None of them were happy and yes, they trusted you so much, but it’s more of the fact that those type of people have bad intentions.

[ kook 😚 ] baby what flowers? i haven’t sent any

You frowned.

[ angel 🩷] you didn’t? well someone has been sending me flowers for the past few weeks so was it one of the boys?

Jungkook didn’t even read the whole message before he strictly announced, “Those that aren’t us, leave.”

Confusion erupted in everyone’s faces and Namjoon was close to scolding him if it weren’t for the fact Jungkook looked upset, something that was unusual considering he was either calm or flat-out mad. Never upset.

As the others left, all 7 stayed behind.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi questioned, his usual stoic expression gone and was now filled with concern.

“Has any of you sent Angel flowers to her floor for the past few weeks?” They all shook their heads at Jungkook’s question, and his face dropped even more. “She thought I’ve been sending her flowers but I haven’t…”

“Then who the hell has been sending her flowers?”

Yu-Jun was proud of himself to say the least. From what he has seen a glimpse of, you would always be surprised at receiving flowers. He had made friends on your floor and wanted them in it, but he was confused as to why no one wanted to help. Well, he didn’t mind doing it alone.

He was starting to get antsy, and he was even starting to get tired of sending you flowers. They weren’t cheap.

“Yu-Jun.”

At hearing his name being called, Yu-Jun looked up with a smile, expecting to see his supervisor. But, he came to see your frame and Eunji’s standing near with straight expressions etched on your faces.

He smiled even wider as you two led him away because maybe, maybe, you would consider finally dropping your boyfriend and going out with him. He doesn’t know what has possessed him lately, but maybe it was the fact he hoped you would be waiting for him. Yeah, a dumb thought but he was very delusional and egotistical.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Have you liked the flowers?”

“No,” you simply said, giving him a soft glare. “I told you I’m in a relationship.”

“Well, it can’t be that serious, right?” He questioned, leaning against the wall beside him. You scoffed and looked at your friend in disbelief, almost as if it to ask if you heard him right. “Listen, I want you and somewhere in you wants me.”

“You have to stop.” You frowned at hearing his words and the way he was actually serious about getting together. “I’m being serious. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Y/n.” Yu-Jun rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Your boyfriend doesn’t need to know.”

“Yu-Jun,” you stepped up, feeling your dear friend behind you who came for support (and for legal advice) tense as you did so, “you need to stop harassing me and sending me a bunch of flowers and chocolates.”

“Harassing?” Yu-Jun questioned, startled at the accusation. “What the hell are you even—?”

“Be careful with the way you speak to the mother of our child, Yu-Jun.” You three snapped your heads at the new voice. There by the door, Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi stood, with stoic expressions. “Yu-Jun, right?”

Yu-Jun let his mouth drop out of shock. Of course he knew who they were. Everyone knew. They were in every magazine, they were always trending, and they were the biggest thing in Korea. Just like everyone, though, he has heard rumors about them and the way they could easily make people disappear. Especially when it came to the people who wronged them. One he has heard is that they did not like it when someone disrespected a girl of theirs. No one knew who, and it was kept that way. Everyone was scared of them so they kept their mouths shut and Yu-Jun wished he kept his like that because he understood, “mother of our child” very clear.

“Yes…”

“Do you think it’s funny to, I don’t know,” Jimin stepped closer, a hand buried in the pocket of his blazer while the other played with the files in his hand, “harass women that clearly aren’t comfortable with you at all?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Yu-Jun simply stuttered out, shaking his head out of disbelief. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Belonged?” The way his sleeves were rolled up to expose the inked skin made your ex shiver in a bad way. “You fucking respect her, asshole.”

At noticing your anxious presence, Yoongi nudged Taehyung, who looked at him. He gave him a discreet nod towards your figure before tilting his head towards the door.“Get her out of here,” he said. “This is going to stress her out. Take her up to Namjoon’s office.”

Taehyung nodded and Eunji started to lead you to him once she took the hint.

The two led you away, standing on each of your sides rather protectively it almost made you cry. And you wished Ari was there (she got told to stay behind knowing she would immediately resort to violence), because knowing her, she would be saying the most random shit ever.

“She’s a pretty one, right?” Yu-Jun stayed quiet at Jimin’s taunt since Jimin had, of course, noticed the brief look he gave you. And the nerve he had. The nerve he had to even look at you with those disgusting eyes. “Look the fuck away from her and look at me.”

Yu-Jun did so and his hands shook. “Please, I’ll leave her alone. Please, just-just let me live, please.”

“We will,” Yoongi responded with his usual nonchalance. “But we also don’t want you roaming around in all of your nasty glory disrespecting anyone that you claimed wanted you.”

“Don’t kill me,” Yu-Jun rapidly shook his head. “Please, don’t do that. I-I’ll change! I will. I’ll just mind my own business.”

Jimin darkly chuckled. “Oh, we all know you will but just in case you don’t take a single note of this,” he leaned closer to whisper in his ear rather dramatically, “you ever disrespect her again, Yu-Jun, your eyes and your mouth will be long gone for looking at her and for saying stupid shit.”

Yoongi and Jimin turned around to leave, but Jungkook stayed behind for a bit with a look burning holes on Yu-Jun’s head.

Though, a single punch was thrown at your ex-boyfriend’s stomach hard enough to the point Yu-Jun wheezed for air, hunching over.

“It makes me laugh knowing that your stupid mistakes made her be with us,” Jungkook bragged, his voice lowered, almost as if he, too, were telling a secret. “Can you believe it, though? She’s pregnant with our child and she loves us so much more than she loved you.” He smiled, gaze set on the side of Yu-Jun’s petrified face. “So, Yu-Jun, breathe near Y/n and my child again, I will reveal your dirty little secrets.”

Yu-Jun started freaking out. But the three did not care enough to stay, so they left towards the elevator to take them to Namjoon’s office.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook greeted you once they walked inside, your eyes set on Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, and Hoseok’s own. “He won’t bother you anymore, okay?”

“You’re not killing him, right?” You questioned, feeling his arm wrap around your waist.

“He got lucky today, angel,” Jin spoke, receiving a hum of agreement from Hoseok.

“We simply agreed to keep him alive this time,” Hoseok added on. “But, if he touches you, looks at you, and even dare breathe near you, then we’ll have an issue.”

Now, you were all for being your own person, but the way they were all so overprotective over you and your child, it made your tummy tingle and you were sure it was not your baby.

“She finds our protectiveness hot.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Uhuh…”

“Shut up…”

“Aw, she’s nervous!”

A Mephisto Kidnapping

MC: I’ve kidnapped Mephisto. I suggest you come see me if you’d like for him to be returned unharmed and in one piece. I demand a ransom of chocolate cake and snuggles.

Sylus: *checks the date on his phone*

Sylus: Did your period start today?

MC: …No.

Sylus: Liar. I’ll be right over. Do keep Mephisto alive for me?

MC: Ok…

MC: Mephisto is fine. He’s eating popcorn and watching Hallmark Christmas movies with me.

MC: …

MC: Can mechanical crows eat? Is Mephisto allowed to have popcorn?

Sylus: No.

MC: Oh… shoot.

Sylus: Don’t worry, popcorn won’t kill him. I’ll be there in twenty with every type of chocolate you can dream of.

MC: Ok.

MC: …Can you also rub my tummy? Your hands make a good heating pad.

Sylus: Yes, kitten. I’ll rub your tummy and whatever else you need. See you soon.

Combined Beings (xv)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

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

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

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before & after

“Boss, I wanted to tell you something.”

Namjoon looked up from the papers he was currently writing on, watching as Jae stepped forward, a stoic expression etched on his face.

“What is it?” He questioned, placing his pen on the desk and paying his full attention to his head guard. Jae passed him his phone where a picture of a necklace displayed on a mannequin. Namjoon looked at him with eyebrows raised, clearly confused as to what he was looking at.

“Y/n was looking at that for 5 minutes yesterday,” Jae answered. “My wife only stares at something for that long if she wants it and Y/n couldn’t look away. She kept looking at the card and back at the necklace as if she wanted to buy it but she bought your gifts.”

“That girl,” Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he already visualized your reaction. He hummed. “Send me the picture and the place. I’ll go get it myself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, Jae,” Namjoon called out for him as soon as the man turned around to leave. Said man turned and he saw his boss staring down at the documents again, “Y/n bought your kids something at the mall yesterday.”

Jae looked at the way Namjoon grabbed some gifts nicely wrapped, noticing your handwriting on a card.

“Really…?” Jae questioned and Namjoon nodded.

“She felt grateful for you being by her side protecting her, so she wanted to buy some gifts for your kids, and wife, and you,” he smiled, making Jae stoically stare at the new gifts Namjoon had passed him. “She wanted me to give it to you since she was going to be spending time with Jin in the garden and she was afraid she would forget.”

“I’ll tell her thank you when I can,” Jae curtly nodded, bowing before taking his leave, the gifts in his hands as he wondered what you bought them all. He even wondered how you even got to buy them without him noticing.

“Ah, so that’s your mom and sister?”

You nodded at Jin’s words as you two ate some snacks after gardening for an hour or two, hands well cleaned after your palms and nails were filled with dirt.

“Yep,” you simply said, a sigh escaping your lips. “It’s crazy to think that I saw them with Iseul’s mom. My mom was never one to make friends and my sister has never liked my mom.”

“Do you think they’re planning something?” Jin questioned, eating the apple slices Yoongi had cut for both of you.

You breathed in and shrugged. “I don’t know… but I’m just worrying about the wedding for now. Do you think it’ll be okay to go…?”

“It’s your decision, sweets,” Jin replied, finishing the last slice before leaning back against his palms, staring at you as best as he could under the sun. “Whatever you choose, you know we’ll be there for you.”

You smiled at him but, your eyebrows furrowed once you realized something.

“Isn’t Iseul’s stepdad someone you all work with?” Jin nodded. “Would he be there at wedding perhaps?”

“I don’t think so,” Jin said, shaking his head. “If it’s events with Iseul and her mother, he won’t join. He’s usually busy with his business and busy with meetings so he doesn’t go out with them. But, it also depends if he’s close to your sister and mother.” He eyed you one more time. “If you’re worried Iseul might’ve snitched on you, he won’t do you any harm. He doesn’t care about Iseul’s… issues because he knows he’s spoiled her way too much.”

“Iseul is genuinely such a beautiful girl,” you stated, a frown still etched on your face. “It just sucks her personalities isn’t…”

“As beautiful as her,” Jin finished for you, noticing that you didn’t want to sound rude. You nodded and he grabbed your hand. “Hey, listen, don’t let her get into your pretty head and make you worry. She and her mom probably have something planned but what they don’t know is that you’re with us. If they harm you, we will cut off any type of work with Iseul’s dad. We give him the money, but we don’t need him as much as he needs us. So whatever they have for you is going to bite them back in the ass.”

You listened intently to Jin’s rant, nodding. “Just… promise to protect me against them.”

He smiled at you, bringing you closer to his side while giving you a kiss on the head. “You know we will. If they try anything, though, and we miss you, you have the bracelet. We will get you more.”

You two stayed quiet, enjoying the serenity of nature that enveloped you both.

“You two are going to get your clothes dirty!” You two turned to look at the source of voice and came to find Yoongi standing by the doorway of the kitchen where a maid of theirs was doing dinner. “Come inside.”

You snorted and Jin stood up, helping you off the ground. You grabbed his hand and you two walked towards the man awaiting for you both with your hands stuck together.

“Thank you for the food, Yoongi,” you smiled at him since he had in fact prepared your food, the maid having just gotten there a couple of minutes ago. From what Jin had told you, she usually isn’t there, only when none of the boys feel like cooking themselves.

“Also, Jungkook is looking for you,” Yoongi told you as he smiled at your words. You nodded and let go of Jin’s hand, who unknowingly tried to reach for your hand again. “He’s in the living room.”

You hummed and turned to look at Jin. “Thank you for spending time with me.”

With one last kiss on the cheek, you headed off towards the youngest of the group, while the oldest stayed behind to process your actions. Yoongi chuckled.

“She’s getting to you,” he teased Jin. Jin simply gave him a look before shaking his head, a ghost of a smile developing on his lips.

You immediately headed towards the living room, finding Jungkook there with some documents in his hands. He looked up once he saw and smiled, putting his work on the table.

“Come here, baby,” he patted his lip and you hesitantly did so, wondering why he called for you as he placed his hand on your thigh. “So, I got a few gifts for you.”

“I-” You simply let out before softly swatting his leg. “You need to stop spoiling me.”

“Take it as a gift for buying me something,” he innocently smiled at you and you squinted your eyes, not believing his words. “But, I’ll admit, with how crazy Iseul and her mother are, I wanted to give you this jewelry as a way for you to be able to press on a piece and it’ll give us a signal of some sort.”

He leaned forward a bit, placing a dainty necklace with a pendant and he gave you some earrings.

“They’re so pretty,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the new jewelry.

“Mmm, you make it look so much more pretty,” Jungkook commented, giving you a grin that had you snickering. “I mean it, too.”

“I know,” you smiled at him before hugging him. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Now, you don’t have to wear them all the time, just when we go out or when you go out,” Jungkook continued, watching you grab his arm, the inked one, and trace the tattoos from his forearm to his hand. You did get easily distracted. He smiled. As silence surrounded you both with you tracing his tattoos, he sighed a little. “I’m going to get your name tattooed one day.”

Your head immediately snapped to look at him. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” He chuckled as he saw your frown. The pads of his thumbs reached up to your forehead, swiping it so he could help get rid of it. “I’m being serious, baby. Wouldn’t it look pretty?”

“Hmm,” you hummed at his words. “We’ll talk about this more later.”

“I’ll come up with a good argument by then,” he continued to smile before he grabbed your face, making you lean down. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to kiss you by the way.”

The way he immediately kissed you had your breath hitch in your throat, your lips molding with his as perfectly as it had with Jimin. He kissed you so passionate, his hand placing itself on your back to prevent you from leaning way back until you fell off. You could feel the coldness of his lip ring, but you could only focus on the way his tongue swiped at your bottom lip.

He pulled away with a grin as he tried catching his breath, just like you needed to, too. He was enjoying this too much, finally having you as theirs. He could only wish the weekend was way more than just Saturday and Sunday because then, he could enjoy you a bit more, show you how loved you are in their relationship and are going to be.

“Are you two done making out?”

You jumped at the new voice, turning to find Taehyung standing there with a smirk tilted on his lips.

“Yeah, we actually are,” Jungkook replied, his fingers digging on your sides to hold you still since you almost fell. “Do you need to take her away from me?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head, sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch. He looked at you. “I do want cuddles, though. Business makes me tired so I want to take a nap.”

You chuckled and got off of Jungkook’s lap, heading towards Taehyung, who quickly took you guys down, laying down on your sides while your legs were on Jungkook. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued working, looking over the documents again while his other hand was placed on yours and Taehyung’s calves.

You stared at Taehyung as he did, too. “I like how Im just being passed around.”

“As you should,” he grunted, bringing you even closer to him so he could nuzzle your neck. “We all want to be with you and just hold you. I missed holding you.”

You gasped as his hand traveled from your waist to your ass, making you slap his arm as gently as you had swatted Jungkook’s leg. The action made him and Jungkook laugh simultaneously.

“Calm down and go to sleep,” you shook your head as small laughter escaped your lips, too. You snuggled closer to Taehyung as you now felt sleepy. “I’m feeling pretty tired now that you’re getting warmer.”

“Yeah, you stayed up late with Jimin and Hobi,” Taehyung pointed out. “When I went to go find you three, I just see marshmallows in your hands.”

“They were so fluffy. But, I can’t stare at them right now. I got a stomachache when I woke up.”

“I know, Jimin told me you ate almost half of the bag because you were craving sweet things at night,” Taehyung said before sighing. “Baby, next time you already feel a stomachache, do not continue eating marshmallows.”

“But they were so good,” you defended yourself.

“I know they were but your stomach was hurting.”

You stayed quiet and Taehyung noticed your eyes closing and your breath becoming steady. He stayed quiet and Jungkook stayed, too, and they both listened to you fall asleep almost immediately.

“So, we need to talk to Mr. Kim about Iseul and his wife,” Jungkook spoke up and Taehyung deeply inhaled. “We don’t know what those two have planned. Especially at the wedding. We need to be careful.”

“Iseul is so fucking crazy,” Taehyung nodded in agreement. “And her mom just goes along with her stupid shit for no reason. She’s also as crazy as Iseul.”

“No what I’m wondering is how her mom and sister fit into this,” Jungkook said, passing him the papers. Taehyung stood up a bit, being careful not to wake you. “Her mom isn’t in the same status as Iseul and her mother, doesn’t work for her or with her, doesn’t have any type of relation with Mrs. Kim at all. I even found out where Mrs. Kim or Iseul have been going to and Y/n’s mother hasn’t been in any of those.”

“Then we need to find out how her mom and sister fit into this,” Taehyung breathed out. “I always thought she would somehow get mixed in with our business, be in danger because of other gangs, but she’s only been dealing with jealous women.”

“And that stupid worker,” Jungkook pointed out, grabbing another file. “I searched him up. His record is clean. Everything. I did see the camera in the lobby, he grabbed her when she was leaving and wouldn’t let go if Jae hadn’t been there. He might be connected to Iseul and her mother.”

“In the meantime,” Taehyung started, grabbing his phone from his pocket while you, thankfully, still remained still, “the shipment is coming next week. Mr. Kim already sent us the address and time and from who it’s coming from. Hobi tracked it, already sent some of our men to keep a closer eye on it.”

“Around how much would we gain from it?”

“Another 750 million,” Taehyung answered the youngest. “There’s some people with Yoongi, though, because someone spread news about our sweet girl to other groups.”

“Which means we have go up our security on her.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to feel suffocated by it all,” Jungkook nodded in agreement as he crossed a leg over the other. “We only got her yesterday and suddenly they’re threatening to take her away from us. What bullshit is that?”

“I’m more worried about her not being able to handle the threats,” Jungkook sighed and Taehyung hummed, his eyes setting down on your face where hair strands covered your face. “I still want her to work, have her freedom. With this new shipment, especially with that amount of money, we’ll either get more respect or more enemies.”

“I think right now, we’re going to get more threats,” the two turned to look at the new source of voice and came to find Hobi heading towards them. “There was some activity by the new shipment. Two of our men dead, two others, not ours, dead. Mr. Kim’s men.”

“Mr. Kim is trying to sabotage his business with us?” Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s meeting up with Namjoon,” Hobi answered before glancing at your sleeping form. “She was just awake not so long ago. How did you get her to sleep?”

“My warmth,” Taehyung smiled cheekily, hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin. “I’m surprised you’re not sleepy either.”

“Oh, I am,” Hobi nodded his head rapidly. “But I’m hiding it behind the caffeine Yoongi made me drink.”

“Ew.”

“Now, put her with Jimin,” Hobi instructed. “He’s taking a nap in his room. We have a meeting after Mr. Kim with Namjoon and more men and women to take care of our angel here. We also have to come up with something just in case Iseul and her mom have something planned.”

Taehyung nodded and grabbed your form, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you towards Jimin’s room.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the shipment issues have something to do with those two.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised either. If anything, those two need to be immediately looked into. We can’t bear having Y/n get into their hands. There’s something that’s in it for her mom and sister because Mrs. Kim wouldn’t hang out with someone who’s not in her status.”

Jungkook shook his head up and down. “That’s what we were talking about. There’s something in it for them. The wedding was just used an excuse to have Y/n there. We need to look into the sister and the groom.”

“There’s nothing based on the groom,” Hobi shrugged. “I’ve searched up everything but nothing is coming into the picture. We have to wait until the wedding.”

They remained silent, taking your sleeping form towards Jimin who was silently sleeping on his bed, covers hiding his body from stray eyes.

“Place her carefully.”

When there was a shift on the bed, Jimin opened his eyes and came to find the boys carrying your body next to his own. He lifted his blanket in a tired manner, eyes starting to close by the lack of sleep.

“I need cuddles,” he mumbled and cuddled did he get because as soon as his body met yours, you two snuggled even more closer.

The three awake glanced at you two one more time before walking away with a smile.

“Check on them. Make sure no one gets in. We’ll go in. Right now, we’re going to have people over, I do not want them in there or coming close to this room. If they wake up, lead them away from the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.

"She slapped you?"...MC ..she slapped you!?"

Sylus: - See, But she chose to put her hands on me. me. And God, it makes me smile to think she willingly put her hands on me... She chose to slap me...

" I- ...."

sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.

he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.

“kitten, it’s late in linkon — you should be sleeping. no, i’m not busy at the moment.” a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. “what do you need?”

some of the world’s most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.