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Prison Break Chapter 2

Paring: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Drama,Angst, Smut (maybe later), Mafia!au , PrisionBreak!Au

Word count: 😮 3189

Summary: I’ll protect you as long as your loyalties remains. Love me the same

Side note: no beta reader at the moment so bare with the mistakes please 🥴

Chapters: Prolong 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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“Ride or die,” you scoff as the flash back of you and Jungkook replayed in your head. “So much for that,” you roll your eyes as the guard pushes you into the prison cafeteria.

Overlook Correctional Center, a mix gender correctional center for young teens and young adults; or Hells Den as you and many others referred to it.

You and Jungkook could have been sitting in max prison with straight jackets at this point yet they tossed you two in this hell of a place. But with ‘nice’ connections (not as nice as in letting the two of you get off with a warning) you have spent the last 3 years in a correction center for the young adult criminal of all kind aka the dumping ground where basic prison laws doesn’t exist.

The cafeteria is full of inmates pushing and shoving each other, some munching on the nasty week old sandwich, others surrounding a group of female inmates that sat at the table trying to see who could get an easy nut off the quickest in the dump of a place before the guards could notice.

You walk slowly over towards the line to where the food, if you can even call it that is served. You could feel all eyes on you as you walk towards the line. Your skin burning with aggravation from the nasty stares some dare to give you;thinking you never noticed. Yet they move quickly out of the way making so you can grab a tray.

You turn your nose up as you look at the stale old bread and mush that sat on the plate; something dark brown that suppose to be some type of meat substitute with white mush probably mash potatoes that’s been sitting out for days uncovered n spat in.

Shuffling over to the trash to dump the food just as quickly as you picked it up. Like hell you was going to eat that mess. Last time you at it , you were on the toilet for weeks.

"B-Baby J….."

You glance up to see a few big body build guys standing in front of you. Rolling your eyes, with a raised eyebrow at them as they referred to you by that last name.

The nickname that Jungkook gave you no longer gave you butterflies; the sound of it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Like you no longer your own person but Baby J, Jungkook’s thing. But you urged them to go ahead and speak by nodding your head slightly; not having the energy to correct them once again.

"Here, you should eat something" you looked down to see them all handing you their food that they probably got from the commissary. You click your tongue as you pushed your hair back and stepped closer to the one in the middle. He flinched slightly as you snatched the bag of chips from his hands.

This is how it was on a daily basis , people offering you food and trying to always get on your good side to only get into Jungkook little circle. Pathetically kissing your ass like you have any say, it bugged you to no end.

You toss the bag on the ground and step on it. It lets out a loud pop noise sending crushed chips scattering along the floor as the cafeteria gets silence. The guard against the wall immediately standing with their weapons pointed and ready from the loud sound.

"Yah, how many times do I have to tell y'all to just stay out the fu-... "

"Only following order Baby J. You know how Jeon gets wh-“

You let out a breathy dry laugh cutting him off as you bend down and pick up the crushed chips and toss it back to the other dude.

“And I ordered you to stop approaching me, right?” You sighed deeply fixing your eyes on the biggest of the three.

Orders. Commands. Protection. No of that meant shit in here. You knew if Jungkook wanted something he got it no matter where he would have ended but you. You had no will power, no say, no life. Like you was Jungkook’s puppet.

Everyone here is scared of his ass and everyone knows your his little 'baby j’.

"Where is Jeon at anyways ?" You sigh asked glaring at the men in front of you but none of the men spoke or even batted an eye, two of them even started turning around to walk away.

"Didn't I ask you a simple question?" You hissed. No way in hell was you going to continue to be ignored and disregarded. Your could be just powerful as Jungkook.

Your sick that no one spoke directly to you unless advised to and no one spoke on things about Jungkook or his where about when you asked. Kept in the dark because here, you was just one of his toys; one of his favorite toys.

Reaching up despite being two sizes smaller than the man you grabbed him by his locks to quickly pull head down. “Answer me when I’m fucking talking to you pathetic lap dog” you yelled but when the guy only winced in pain you decided you would show no mercy as you sent a knee straight into his nose.

A cracking noise, followed by a groan and the gasps heard around as well as shush whispers as the once loud surrounding being almost silent.

"WHERE IS FUCKIN JEON JUNGKOOK! " You screamed louder at the man who was now bending down holding his bleeding nose. The guards shouting your inmate number; for you to settle down and weak threat of being isolated was called yet you turned a deaf ear to it.

Over the years of being locked up, you have gotten a little out of control with your temper, maybe a lot out of control. If Jungkook didn't tell people to stay out the way for whatever selfish reason of his then they surely knew to stay away because of the short temper.

Sometimes you wonder if it was Jungkook mission to keep you safe or keep others safe because one wrong move on their end could end badly.

"If you wanted me you could have just asked." You turn on my heels to see Jungkook standing there with his head tilted to the side with that signature smirk on his face. A female inmate clung to his arm for dear life as if her life depended on it. All these years in prison just made him more cocky and arrogant with power.

"We need to talk Jeon, now" You mumbled rolling your shoulder to relax briefly to only slightly tense up at the sight of the other female inmate; whom tilted her head to the side with a soft almost innocent smile that turned into a cocky smirk as she gripped his arms tighter the more she looked you up and down.

'New play thing ' You roll your eyes when you noticed her uniform. She isn't part of your cell block, the off white uniform told you she is just an inmate from the far end of the jail where the basic criminals are from.

'She isn't a threat, she is probably here from some petty theft gone wrong.'

Since the time shared here , Jungkook and your relationship has been strained. You suddenly noticed that he decided to make this relationship open but just on his end. He had free range while you are expected to sit and wait for him and only him.

Do you care? At first, of course. It was painful but something in you honestly stop caring what the hell he did. After one month of being locked up things changed yet that one promise still stayed the same.

“Your now an Jeon now Baby J. I’ll protect you as long as you promise to stay loyal to me and only me.”

All that 'ride or die' shit died when the both of you got tossed in here 3 years ago and surprisingly it didn't affect you that much until he flaunted his "charm" in your face. It was only supposed to be a way to get what he wanted but now it’s beyond your control and you just , just don’t care.

The thrill and selfishness died when loyalty only became a one way thing.

"You can leave ," You sigh harshly as glancing at the girl for few seconds.

'Oh how stupid you are, your nothing to him, poor little girl'

Her hand slowly left the grip on Jungkook, lacing her fingers into his before her eyes locked with yours. "Make me,", her tone soft and child-like as her smirk grew mockingly into a wide smile showing off her bunny teeth that resemble Jungkook's.

You laugh softly letting your eyes flutter briefly. With a slowly inhale then exhale to calm yourself, you weighed the option of dolet it slide or ruin this girl. No way was you going to let a little play toy get to you.

"Yah Jeon, get your toy , before you have to find a new one again." You say through clenched jaw with a dismissive wave of a hand. Jungkook laughs before pulling the girl by her waist behind him. Jungkook whispered something in the girls ear, his hand resting on the back of her that tightened the longer he whisper in her ear. The girl only wimpers with a nod before she turns away. Only to send a glare towards you.

Jungkook laughs lightly as he watches you roll your eyes and glare at him followed by a follow me and bumping shoulders harshly against his. You make your way to the door that led out to an open field; greeting the guards they let you outside after a quick rough pat down.

There isn't as many inmates out here but multiple guards still lined up in every corner with guns loaded making you silent huf out a heavy breath of air. Even out side still felt suffocating. Shaking off this uneasy feeling, you take a seat in the grass far away from open ears to fall back with your eyes closed.

"Did you find a way out yet?" Jungkook says , sitting next to you. The brief moment of relaxation you try to achieve gone.

"I believe I did. I mapped out the whole place every time they allowed me to walk to see the council but not in block C, yet," You say softly breathing in the fresh air.

Freedom.

The two of you have been planning on breaking out of this prison for a while now and finally came up with a bullet proof plan that is surely going to work. The council denied Jungkook's and your leave a few months ago in trail (logical and proven reason to not let two crazies back on the streets) and they decided to give us life with no chance of parole.

With some help from the inside and outside the two of you were able to come up with a plan to get out and so far everything has fallen into place.

"Did you get your gang together and tell them about this ? We need everyone ready when the time is right?" You asked softly as the wind blew harshly over your face.

‘This feels so good. I can finally breathe.’

Jungkook hums in response. It's silent for a while before Jungkook speaks again. "Baby J , " You mumble a soft yeah in response as you let your eyes flutter closed again. The fresh air feels so nice, this break out is the only thing you pray will work out.

"When we get out,”

You turn your head to the side to look at Jungkook through squinted eyes as the sun shine brightly creating a halo effect around his figure. He was looking up into the sky, his head slightly tilted back as the wind blew his locks back. He looks so innocent this way, looks innocent.

"Even with no more family business or any more that careless living, you’ll stay by my side. I’ll protect you as long as your loyalties remains. Love me the same. I have everything already planned for us when we leave.”

With knitted brows you frown. Loyalty? Where was his loyalty to you? Why did he have to always treat your relationship as a business transaction or like you was one of his men he commanded? Why is loyalty only one way for him?

"How is that possible Jungkook? We are no longer how we use to be..." You say through a tight hiss. “Love you just the same as before? After I watched you fuck others.” You laugh bitterly. “You are so... selfish to ask me that.”

‘Going back to how weak I was, how lonely I was? How does he expect me forget all about this hell and all the damage I caused.? How can someone possibly forget the faces of every person's life they taken or ended? I can't even sleep at night worrying about having to fight for my life if someone caught me alone here.’ You think bitterly to yourself sitting up to glare at him.

He sighs,”Love and loyalty are two separate things. With love comes loyalty but loyalty doesn’t need love only respect and honesty. That’s what I’m asking. You don’t have to love me anymore but you owe it to me,” he whispers harshly.

“Let's not forget who landed us in Hell. I have done everything for you in here and out there before you went and fucked everything up," he grabs your chin harshly making sure you could see the anger and power he holds over you. "You couldn’t do one simple thing I ask you for once in your damn life?!"

"Don't forget all this started because of you , I did that for you..." Pushing his hand away harshly, standing up to brush the back of your prison uniform off and glared down at him.

Giving you the same glare he stands up,chest pressed to yours as he towers over you. "No one told you to do it. Yet you did it without thinking like always!"

"Excuse the hell out of me for caring for someone for once! Remind me next time so I don't make a mistake for you or anyone else," you scoff.

"Next time ? Anyone else?," he mimics in an irritated voice. "Nobody will go near you since they know you belong to me. You're nobody without me. Not here or even out there. You was a lonely little nobody who was alone in the streets when I found you and become your friend, took you in and you became my problem from day one , " he says lowly pointer finger digging into your chest.

"You have no one but me remember that," he said pressing his forehead on yours, his breath caressing your cheek. "Do you think anyone will ever trust you after that huge mistake you did."

You could feel the tears sting and threatening to fall as you closed them tightly and pressed your forehead against his harder.

"No Jungkook, you remember, You are no one without me. All these little followers you have will leave you sooner or later and you will come crawling back to me," You say softly as you throat dries out. Swallowing the lump in your throat. “I refuse to give you what you want if that makes me just a brainless minion like everyone else. I’m done being your puppet.”

He grabs your face harshly and makes you look at him. "I need no one, you should know better than that.” Your heart clutch tightly as he looked into your eyes with those deep dull lifeless eyes of his that he would normally give to someone else. He meant every word he said. He didn’t need you but he knew you needed him especially here. You would be dead at sunrise if Jungkook announces you were no longer his.

The thrill is gone, replaced with fear and regret.

You two stood there staring at each other. His hand made its way to wipe the tears that started to fall that you hadn't noticed.

"Sorry..." he breathed out as his head fell forward, "I-i went to far. I wouldn’t- I’ll always protect you, you know that right?”

'I am no longer weak, no more tears. I can protect myself’

Knocking his hand off of your face, he took a quickly glanced up to two lifeless dead eyes staring back at him.

"Two days." You simply say as the guards started to blow their whistle signaling for everyone to make their way back inside the prison.

"Two days" He says smoothing out your hair as he walks behind you back to the building. The closer the build came you felt his hand grip yours slowly locking his fingers with yours. You grip his hand tighter as you walk down the halls back to the cells but soon have to pull away since the two of you was on separate hallways.

That suffocating feeling returning.

He squeezed your hand tightly before letting it go with a small kiss to the back of it to cover the small mouthing movement that felt like the words 'two days' before handing standing straight to pull something from the waist of his uniform pants.

Two snack cakes, well smooshed and probably warm. Without a word he pulls the waistband of you uniform and places the snacks there, the band snapping and crushing the snacks more but securing them from falling out.

You wanted to thank him but Jungkook is already walking down his hall giving you a small smile showing off his bunny like teeth waving like a shy twelve year old boy before being shoved by a guard and yelled at to move faster.

Soon you were pushed along as well and shoved into your cell rather harshly. You cursed the guard under your breath as you laid back of the rusted old bunk. Your last cell mate unfortunately went to shower one night and never returned so the cell was all yours.

'Two days , and I can leave this hell once and for all.' You think as you let your eyes flutter closed. Thought of the pass with Jungkook replaying in your mind. All the good, the bad and in between making your chest tight and without knowing tears start slipping down the sides of your face quicker than you could wipe. A slight cry in the pitch black, cold damp cell.

“Love me the same,” Jungkook voice replays over and over again followed by “I need no one,”

There is no way we can go back to that life of love and carelessness. The love for him is completely gone. But at least you can still be by his side and not alone ever again. Its fine, you can continue to act as if the love is still there for a little while longer. At least you can keep telling yourself that.

“Fuck, I want to be free,” you mumble under your breath.

The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 3

Part 3 for you! This one is a little longer! Enjoy :)

Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia

Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.

Warnings: Flirting, Mentions of past, Mentions of smut (if you squint), sex dream, biting, marking, bruising, poverty, immigration.

Amalias pov:

Big hands run over my body, starting from around my neck, down the side of my chest. I gasp as I feel the sensation of lips and cold metal on my navel, making it’s way down, lower and lower, ever so slowly.

I feel myself losing control as I beg for more, running my hands through fluffy raven black hair. All I can think of is the feeling of those plush lips on my skin. Not even the fact that I don’t know who’s lips they belong to. 

Then I feel it on my inner thigh, teeth sinking into my skin and bruising it. I yelp at the sensation, still confused about the situation but not caring one bit due to the overwhelming pleasure. 

Just as they start approaching where I want them the most, I suddenly jerk up, blinking the blur out of my eyes. A dream. That’s all it was. 

I sigh as I sit there, in my bed, covered in sweat. 

“It’s been too long Lia.” I say out loud to myself. 

After shaking myself awake, I finally get out of bed. My deadline is coming up and I didn’t get much work done yesterday because of that thug at the diner. Today is going to be different. I still feel bad for Minhyuk tho, getting attacked in his own place. Maybe I should bring him some breakfast to cheer him up. 

Finishing up my morning routine, I start cooking my breakfast, making sure to make extra for Min. I know how much he dislikes the food at his own diner, tends to find it too greasy for his liking. Home cooked meals are what he lives for.

I pack up the food once it’s done and start making my way out. It smells delicious, I hope this cheers him up at least a little. 

As I step out into the alleyway, I turn the corner and head down the street. I notice the owner of my favourite ramen shop outside setting up his signs for the day.

“Hi Mr. Park! How’s your morning so far?” I say stopping next to him.

“Oh Lia! Good morning! It’s going great so far, how about you?” He responds.

“Good! Same as usual.” I say with a laugh. 

Mr. Park has been kind to me since I arrived here. When I first got here, I didn’t have much money to my name so all I could eat for meals was food from the convenience store. I always stopped by the shop tho, the smell of the delicious ramen pulling me in. I would watch from the outside with my stomach grumbling, wishing for just one bowl. 

One day, I had been looking as usual when Mr. Park had been outside. I had no idea he was the owner at the time, he was just sitting at one of the tables. 

“It looks delicious, doesn’t it?” I had said as I noticed his eyes on me.

“Why don’t you go inside and try it for yourself? I heard it’s the best ramen in town!” He had said with a small laugh.

“I wish. Unfortunately, I just moved to the country and can’t really afford meals like this. One day I will tho!” I replied, while smiling back.

“Well, If you’d like, you can go inside and pick something you like. It’s on me.” He replied.

I stared at him in shock, wondering why some random man was suddenly offering me food. It had made me a little uncomfortable and I guess it had shown on my face because he immediately followed up by telling me he was the owner and had noticed me looking into the shop several times before. Although I tried to refuse, he said I didn’t have a choice so I graciously accepted. It was the most delicious bowl of ramen I had ever tasted. 

After that, Mr. Park had fed me a couple times a week. At first I thought there would be some kind of catch as I was not used to being treated with such kindness but turns out it was all out of the kindness of an old mans heart.

I spoke to him for a little bit before heading out again to the diner. 

“Minhyukshiiiii!”, I call out as I arrived. 

He turns to look at me, from the door as he switches the sign from “Closed” to “Open”.

“Good morning nuna.” He responds with a soft smile. 

“Good morning to you.” I say as we both walk past the door. 

I go to my usual booth and set down my bag. I unzip it and pull out the meal I prepared. 

“I have a surprise for you!” I say, with the packed up food in hand, spinning on my heel and presenting it to him with a wide smile. 

He looks down at it, then back up, and a smile spreads across his lips.

“You cooked for me?” He asks.

“I did! I hope you like it!” I say, pushing it towards him.

“Thank you, I will if it’s your cooking.” He says as he takes it. 

“You’re welcome! I thought you might need a little pick me up after what happened yesterday.” I say as I roll my eyes with the thoughts of that thug. 

As I'm thinking of that, for some reason, his face pops into my mind. Not the thug, but the other one. Jet black hair and two lip rings. 

“Nuna, are you ok? You look like a tomato, are you sick?” Minhyuk reaches out to touch my forehead. 

A tomato? Why am I blushing? Why did his face appear in my mind and make me think of…

No. I must be crazy. I can’t think of some stranger like that. Especially not some cocky gangster. If there’s one thing I despise, It’s cocky people. I mean, I have to admit, he’s very good looking but the cocky attitude is such a turn off. It really has been too long.

“No.. no I’m fine, it’s nothing.” I say as I take a step back towards my booth. 

He looks at me seeming unsure but then just shrugs his shoulders and sits in front of me. 

We enjoy our meal together, talking about everything and nothing. until the customers start showing up, he stands and attends to them. The rest of the staff arriving an hour later as per usual. 

Minhyuk likes working alone to open the restaurant. He wants things set a certain way and doesn't trust anybody to do it the way he likes so he always comes in an hour early to prepare on his own. I call him my rock or rocky sometimes because of his personality. I’m all over the place while he’s set and steady. I love our friendship. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

The hours flew by as I sat there drawing on my tablet. Working on this series is demanding but very fun. The fans love it so even if it’s exhausting, I work hard for them. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.

Jungkooks pov:

“Yeah, I’m headed there now.” I say to Yoongi on the phone.

“Ok, we’ll meet you in a couple hours. We have some things to take care of first.” He replies, knowing I know what “things” he means.

I hang up and get on my motorcycle. I start to head towards the diner for lunch. The fact that a member of the hummingbirds was on our turf is bad news. They all know we don’t step on each others land. Is he a rogue? Just doing it because he wants to? Is he a spy? Planted by Mr. Kim to keep an eye on me? Either way, I can’t just let this slide. My boys will take care of it. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving. 

I pull up to the diner and park my bike. Pulling off my helmet, I shake my hair to get rid of the helmet head. I sit there for a minute thinking of yesterday. Stop it Jungkook. You’re here for food. That’s it.

I step off my bike and head for the door, opening it and walking inside. Minhyuk greets me, as usual and my eyes just scan the place. They then fall on the girl, sitting in the same booth, seemingly lost in her thoughts, staring at the tablet on the table.

I smile and walk towards her booth. I stand next to her, her eyes not moving from the tablet. I take a peak and see beautiful artwork. What looks like a webtoon in the making. A guy with black hair and a lip ring being drawn. A speech bubble saying “And what if I said I love you?” Coming from this character that was half drawn. 

I laughed at the small resemblance and her eyes then shot up at me as she hurried to cover the screen.

“Well, hello again.” I said looking her in the eyes.

She just stared at me.

“I have to say, you draw very beautifully.” I say, meaning every word. 

She continues to just stare. 

“Is there something on my face?” I ask, bringing a hand up to touch my cheek.

“No, I’m just wondering why you’re talking to me.” She replies in a cold tone.

I pause, a little taken aback by her response. Should I really be surprised at this point?

“Is there a reason why I can’t?” I respond, feeling my lips pull up in a smirk.

“Apart from the fact that you don’t know me?” She questions.

“I mean, we can change that.” I say as I step forward and sit in the booth across from her.

“Hmm, I’m ok thanks. As you can see, I’m a little busy.” She says looking down at her tablet then back up at me.

This is the first time I’ve been rejected. 

“Well, how about when you’re not busy?” I say.

“I’m always busy.” She replies firmly.

Wow, gotta accept rejection Jungkook.

This girl is definitely interesting. I put my hands up in mock surrender.

“If you say so-‘ I stand and look down at her. ‘Have a nice day, pretty girl.” I say as I walk away to sit at another booth.

No means no. Even for me. However, this girl makes me want to keep trying.

Minhyuks pov:

I look from Jungkook, to Lia as they speak. I have no doubt that she won’t be interested based on how cocky Jungkook is. Knowing him and how competitive he is tho, he won’t just stop. However I also know he respects women, so it’s not like I have to step in. I watch her deny him just as I thought she would, and him walking away. From here I can’t hear what’s being said, however I do notice her blush as he walks away. I don’t like it one bit but it’s none of my business. She can do what she wants. 

My eyes follow him, my old friend, to the booth he chooses on the other side of the restaurant. I notice a smile on his face that looks different from his usual cocky grins. He looks deep in thought. Lia nunas attitude is not something he’s used to. 

As I look at him, I notice his eyes on me. He waves me over to his table. 

“What will it be Mr. Jeon?” I say taking out my pen and pad of paper to take his order.

“The usual, but also, sit I want to talk to you. Also, stop with the Mr. Jeon. We’re friends.” He says.

“We were friends.” I reply, emphasizing the past tense.

Jungkook and I grew up together. Our parents were close friends and so we also were friends growing up. Not just friends but brothers. Until that day. I can never look at him the same way.

“Common Minhyuk, I still don’t understand why you hate me so much. Anyways, just take a seat please.” He asks.

I sigh feeling resigned and take a seat across from him. I look back at Lia and notice her lost in her world of drawing as usual. I smile then look back at the man in front of me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“That girl over there, you said she’s your friend right?” He says.

“I did.” I respond.

“Is she always that cold?” He replies. 

This irritates me for some reason. Lia? Cold? Never. She is the warmest person I have ever met. Only to people she deems worthy however.

“That depends on who you are to her.” I simply say.

“So, no?” He catches onto my words quickly.

I stare at him unmoving. 

“Why doesn’t she like me? Am I not her type?” He asks me, sneaking a peak at her from across the restaurant. 

Actually speaking physically, he very much was her type. However Lia was always more focused on personality than looks. She might have liked the guy he used to be but she definitely would not like this version of him.

“Why should I help you?” I respond feeling annoyed.

“Oh common Minhyuk, I’m just asking as an old friend. You said she’s new to the area right? She must not have many friends. You know I’m not a bad person.” He said looking down at his hands on the table.

He’s right. Although I can’t forgive him for that day, I know that he’s not a bad person. He just does what he has to do. I can hate him all I want but Jungkook has been through hell and back. There is a reason he’s changed. Deep inside, that guy I grew up with is probably still in there.

“For the sake of our old friendship I’ll just tell you one thing Jeon. She hates your type.” I say honestly. 

“Oh now it’s just Jeon? How about Hyung like the old days?” He says smiling.

I stare at him unresponsive and he laughs.

“What exactly is my type?” He says a cocky grin on his face.

“The cocky type. The type that thinks they’re a gift to this world. She despises those type of people. Also, she’s not easy. She has high standards and doesn’t let just anyone into her inner circle.” I rise from my seat as I finish my statement and start to walk away.

“Minhyuk.” He calls my name.

I turn and look at him.

“You really think I’m like that?” He says looking at me. I see an emotion I haven’t seen in him in a long time.

“Look in the mirror and ask yourself that question.” I say with a cold tone.

He looks down, a sad smile on his face. 

“One last thing. What’s her name?” He questions, looking up.

“You can ask her that yourself hyung.” I say as I turn and walk away.

The Elite | Intro

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Pairing: Jungkook x (F) Reader

Genre/Tags: smut, angst, fluff, badboy!Jungkook, billionaire!Jungkook, 18+

Description: Jeon Jungkook is the son of a billionaire with a bad boy image and harsh demeanour. Y/N comes from humble beginnings, having lived a sheltered life unfamiliar to the dark world she is thrown into when her and Jungkook meet.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

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There was almost a thrill in starting something new.

Obliterating fear, yes. But a thrill too. For who knows what a new beginning could lead to.

It was this thrill that drove my movements through the busy station. There were businesswomen and men talking on phones or reading newspapers. There were young families, parents holding their young one’s hands for fear they’d get lost in the crowd. There were tourists with backpacks on their shoulders, asking people for directions or looking puzzledly at maps.

And then there was me.

A freshly 19 year old with shaky hands and one suitcase of belongings trying to get on the right bus.

It was amazing how lonely one could feel even in a crowded place.

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