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Cruel Intentions (1999)

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“The truth is, being with you was the only time I’ve ever being happy.”

Cruel Intentions (1999)

Cruel Intentions (Part 1)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Finale | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Italics meaning past events)

Genre: smut, Mafia!Jungkook

Warning: (eventual) smut, yandere themes, mentions and display of death, blood,

Word Count: 8,335

Description: You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.

"Are you aware of the father...?" The woman asks when she brings a fresh cup of water to you, her eyes scanning your bump. She watches you drink the water hastily, droplets dripping down the corner of your mouth and down your chin. She leans back into her chair, tilting her head and waiting for a response.

"T-Thank you." you murmur to her, your left hand caressing your bump. "I must keep going-"

The woman halts you from standing up. She gives a head shake and sits you back down. "You've been traveling by foot this entire time?" she asks, your disheveled appearance already giving her the answer she needed. "Where are you headed to?"

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Because, to answer your question, you don't know. You had nowhere to go, no one to fall upon. You had siblings, yes, but that would be putting their lives at risk - the lives of their children at risk, as well. That was something you couldn't bring yourself to do.

"I cannot allow you to leave in this state." the woman is stern, her grey hair poking out beneath the scarf she wore upon her head. "Especially when you're expecting a child."

You shake your head. "I-I have to go. I can't stay in one place for too long." you try to explain, but the woman wouldn't listen.

"I found you asleep in the middle of the field, utterly exhausted. My son helped bring you here. You were beyond dehydration. I don't know your situation, nor do you have to explain to me. But as a woman who has nothing but her own child, I cannot allow you to set off on your own." the woman stands. "I'll be making dinner soon. Down the hall to the right is a guest bathroom, you can use that to clean yourself up."

And you do, running yourself a hot shower. You were unsure how you made it along the country side. You didn't have a cellphone any longer - you destroyed that long ago. You also didn't have a map, and even if you did you weren't sure if you knew how to decipher it. It's been months since you managed to escape him, but doing so hasn't been easy. You walk for days on end sometimes, only stopping to sleep wherever you are deemed safe. You didn't have a destination - but knew wherever would be better than with him.

You haven't had a proper shower in months. You ran out of money long ago, having slept in cheap motel rooms that offered shitty breakfast - something that could satiate you and your growing belly. You never stayed in the same place for too long, understanding the fact that they were looking for you - to either bring you back to him or kill you out of revenge. Either or, you were a walking target - one of the reasons you had no desire to stay with the woman and her unknown son.

But you couldn't leave - she wouldn't allow it. Not when you woke up early in the morning to already find the woman cooking breakfast. Not when she gave you clean clothes and medicine for the cold you had. Not when she fed you delicious food and offered old baby clothes that once belonged to her so - that she washed freshly the day of. She offered different remidies to make the pregnancy go smooth, each remedy being the perfect batch.

You hadn't met her son until a week later, him strolling through the door with a confused look on his face upon seeing his mother and you cooking around the kitchen. You waddled around, your stomach in the way and your kicking baby far too energetic.

"This is my son, Soobin." the woman introduces her son with gleaming eyes - he was her pride and joy.

Said man offers you a kind smile that makes your heart melt. He didn't say much, but the act of kindness he displayed was one you hadn't witnessed in years. Men didn't act like Soobin unless they wanted something from you. But Soobin didn't desire anything - from you at least. He was kind and gentle, assisting you in whatever he could. Pulling out your chair, getting anything that was out of your reach - he even massged your feet because they were swollen.

Over the months of your stay, you understood now that it was long term. The woman - whose name was Byeol. She kept everything she had for Soobin when he was a baby. She dusted and cleaned off the old crib, washing the sheets and allowing you to set up a small nursery in your bedroom. She had many stuffed bears and toys, even a rocking chair that creaked when you rocked back and forth.

It brought you to tears knowing that she assisted you without understanding your situation. How someone could be so affectioate without desiring anything in return.

Byeol insisted on making memories - she had scrap books piling up of Soobin. She took many pictures of you - you cooking, washing dishes, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair, everything she could of your growing bump. She insisted it was the memories you needed to look back upon.

"Have you decided on a name?" Soobin asks you one day. Byeol had gone down for a nap and you and Soobin opted to sitting on the porch, the sun shining but the weather was just right. "I know you don't want to go to the city for whatever reason but..." Soobin leans back and glances your way. You never told him why you were afraid to go to the city and thankfully, he never forced it out of you. "...we can find out the gender."

The gender of your child was something you always thought about. You wanted a girl - someone whose hair you can do. Dress up in cute clothing - Byeol had many netural clothing that once belong to Soobin, and after a few years you ould eventually find yourself a job once you deemed it safe enough to do so.

The act of having a boy terrified you, to say the least. You couldn't imagine raising a man - you didn't know how to. One thing you did know was that you'd be damned if you allowed your son to act the way his creator did. You wouldn't call him a father - you had no desire allowing him the knowledge of your pregnancy prior to your escape. What he didn't know wouldn't put your child at risk.

"I think it's best if it's a surprise." you tell Soobin, your hand resting on your belly. Your child must've been asleep, they weren't moving or kicking at the moment.

"I know someone. A friend." Soobin's eyes widen. "They could offer you an ultrasound right from home!"

You laugh. "That's a lot of equipment to bring into the household." you say, but the act now gets to you. You have never seen your child via ultrasound. You have been present before for your sisters ultrasounds and seeing them. Even hearing the heartbeat was emotional for you and you were nothing but the aunt.

You cave into Soobin's request and a few days later you are watching the moniter closly as the woman shows you your child. Byeol has a soft smile on her lips and Soobin is utterly confused. "How do you know that's the foot?" he asks, his eyes seeing nothing but black and white blobs on the screen.

"With years of schooling and medical practice." she says. "Do you want to know the gender?"

You bite your lip, eyes wandering around to see Byeol and Soobin. Soobin gives you a thumbs up while Byeol grins. The decision was yours and you find yourself nodding.

The woman hums and her eyes scan the screen. "It's a boy!" she cheers, as does Soobin and Byeol, but your smile flutters and the corner of your eyes swell with tears.

You had 4 older siblings, you being the youngest of 5. Growing up you were closest to your eldest two siblings, Yechan (your first born sister) and Hyun-woo (your first born brother). You recalled the many times they'd taken you to and from school, brought you with them on errands and even took you to the park when they weren't busy. You would often get confused with being Yechan's daughter due to the age difference.

Se-hun (your second eldest brother) and Ye-Rim (your second eldest sister) was a different story. You often argued with Ye-Rim over petty drama which resulted in you two fighting. Se-hun ignored your presence most times, you being nothing but a younger sister who annoyed him every now and then.

Yet and still, they were your siblings and you loved them. Now being 22, your and Ye-Rim's relationship was better. She no longer considered you a burden of a sister and you enjoyed your nieces presence. You visited Se-hun often now that he was married with 4 kids - something you were shocked to think back to. But, he wasn't alone in children when Yechan had the same amount.

You strove to be the perfect aunt, buying whatever gifts you could for 9 children, trying to take them out of your siblings hands for a bit but you were just one person, afterall.

Your siblings were all doing great for themselves - all except Hyun-woo. When you were a child, Hyun-woo was hard working. He worked every night until late and every morning made sure you all had breakfast on the table to eat. The man you witnessed now was not the man of your childhood - there seemed to be no life behind his eyes. He appeared a mess, oftentimes. His hair was greasy and his teeth had a dull grey color. He wasn't old in the slightest but appeared to be as though he aged like milk.

"I told you to leave him alone." Se-hun sighed once, shaking his head. "He was far beyond himself."

"I couldn't have him around my kids." Ye-Rim snickers as she washes her dishes. "When I did he left cocaine in the bathroom."

"He's going to drag you down with him, Y/N." Yechan warned, and how right she was.

Hyun-woo didn't take long until he was arrested for petty theft. His drug addicted mind had him breaking into homes, stealing small items. Sometimes he would remain in said homes and hide to do nothing in particular. You managed to bail him out the first time, raising enough money (no thanks to your siblings) and bailing your brother out. The next month, he was back - this time off to prison.

"You should've left him there the first time." Ye-Rim told you. "So he could've thought about what he was doing with his life. Your bail money went down the drain."

Down the drain was right. You had a hefty savings - you weren't a university student. You decided that working was best after High School, but all the savings you had was poured into your brother's bail just for him to off to prison shortly after. You were stuck - working check to check. You didn't wish to live off of your older siblings - they had children and lives of their own to manage. So you decided - pay your rent to have a roof over your head or eat with no where to lay your head. You chose your rent with a little money left over for necessities. It was difficult - but you managed.

What you weren't able to manage was the two men in dark suits coming into your work place looking for Hyun-woo. You widen your eyes at them - because, for one, they knew you and your workplace but also because they were bold enough to do this in broad daylight. At you telling them that your brother was in prison, they left. You thought this would be a sigh of relief, they whoever those men were wouldnt be returning.

You were wrong.

They did return and even were kind enough to trash your house. You were home when the door was kicked in, a scream erupting through your throat. The men had destroyed everything in sight, a robotic look in their eyes and actions. Almost as if they were being compelled to do this - maybe by a higher up. Before they left, one of the three men had come forward to your weeping figure and dropped to his knees. He eyes you for a moment too long before then tells you that they would be returning a week from that moment to claim your brother's debt - a total of 64 million won.

Your heart stops at the high price. You questioned how in the world there was so much money to be loaned to someone that appeared as your brother did - grey teeth, some missing. Greasy hair was often left in a low bun and stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was an utter mess and a known addict - what else could he be? How much drugs were dealers willing to give someone with no job or money? You had kept your valuables hidden from him - he was a known thief and even you being his youngest sister didn't leave you untouched.

You worked extra hours the next day at your job - the grocery store appreciating it, they were already short staffed. Whatever you had left that wasn't broken by the men you sold - your couch, the tv in your room and livingroom (that was only half broken but pawn shops don't discriminate). You even sold jewelry, not as though you had anywhere to wear it. You were still down millions of won, the money not being realistic for you to attain in a short amount of time.

So, here you were scouring the internet for ways to attain large amounts of money, legal or illegally. You were desperate to do anything, at this point. You got your answer when you were invited - via vpn tracking, sadly - to a private event. You were skeptical, but the invite said that if you had anything valuable to sell, you could through the black market - an event that happened every few months in an underground location.

You went - your fanny pack holding a bottle of bear mace and a pocket knife and a mini taser. Your backpack holding a change of clothes for this occassion. If this was a trap, you refused to be down bad and die there. You've lived this long, far too long to die like that. At your arrival at said place, you were disappointed to see that there was no one there. You looked around the abandoned alleyway, the dark light alley lights flickering as you let out a sigh of defeat.

"Looking for something?" a voice startles you. The tall man crosses his arms behind you. He steps back, allowing you space.

"I,uh...I guess not. I'll be leaving." you take a few steps back yourself, not wanting to be too close to the man.

"Are you trying to buy or sell anything?" the man says, his eyes narrowing. He was being conspicuous without saying too much in the case that you weren't looking to do that.

"S-Sell." your lips purched.

The man nods, he turns towards a metal door. "Follow me." he tells you.

You follow behind him, your hands on your fanny pack in case you need to grab a quick weapon. As the two of you walk behind the door and down a dim lit hallway, he opens a wooden door at the end of the hall and motions for you to enter. The room was huge with loud chattering. Sea of people, all dressed far more expensive than you, holding glasses of wine and champagne. Your eyes glance to the man behind you. "What do people sell here?" you ask him, unsure if this was the correct place to do this at.

"Everything." he says. "Expensive jewlery - stolen or not. Property, businesses, foreign exchanges...sex." he shrugs. "Whatever you have to offer. State your price - start high. Someone will be bound to buy what you're selling."

You nod your head. "I-Is there a restroom?" you look around. If you were going to be selling yourself to the sea of men, you were bound to change into whatever cheap lingerie you brought in your backpack, long jacket hanging over your shoulders.

Everything was separated into categories just like the man stated. Sex was the last exchange sold and this late into the night you were nearing exhaustion. Your feet ached in the heels you wore that you took it off the second hour and slide against the floor in a sleepy haze. You were standing up right when the catergory you were waiting for was now. There was many woman, all shapes and sizes, offering sex - some in more ways the others. Their asking prices weren't the same as what you were going to be asking far, far less. Nonetheless, like the man states - start high and state your price.

You were next. The lights of the stage seemed brighter than every when you were the center of attention. The host speaks with you silently, his eyes widening at your asking price.

"64 million won." the host states into the microphone, you hear a few gasps and snickers. You gulp, taking a deep breath. You removed the long jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Your lingerie was simple, a white lace that shown more than you desired, but if you were going to sell sex you needed to ooze sex. "Tell me, why do you think you deserved 64 million won?" the host asks, trying to get you to sell what you could.

"I'm not just selling sex." you speak into the microphone, the sea of people watching you making your stomach feel uneasy. "I'm selling my virginity."

The crowd erupts in more gasps, and with that the biddin started. One man offered 64 million straight out, his old shaky voice cracking. You were disgusted, but kept your smile on your lips. Another man shouted 65, the next 70. The last was what has you yelping. "400 million won." the voice says, this time it didn't sound old or cracked out. It was young and deep - determined. "Cash."

"Sold." the host says, head shaking in disbelief at the amount of money you were about to obtain for your virginity. You gulp, your eyes watching the figure make their way to the stage. You're captivated, watching as the man - couldn't be much older than you - make his way onto the stage. Something in your gut is telling you - he was familiar to you.

He grasps your jacket and places it upon your shoulders. He pushes you gentle towards the left side of the stage and down the small stairs.

You two had a lot to talk about. For one, you couldn't believe that amount of cash the man took out of the black bag, He shows you, allowing you to see that he was serious about this. You fidget in you stance, the man intimidating you. He wasn't the one who appeared to need to buy pussy - or virginity. He was young, piercing dark eyes with the same dark hair. He had a lip ring in the corner of his lips and the smirk he gives you was enough to have you want to fuck him without the money.

"Before we...make out a contract. Why are you doing this?" the man asks you. He has taken you to his car, a black mercedes with dark tinted windows. You two sit in the back while a man drives him.

"I need the money." you admit.

"64 million won is a lot of money to need." the man chuckles a response. "College? Mortage?"

"My brother's in debt." you say. You were exhausted. You tell the stranger everything - how your brother was a drug addict who finally met his match in prison while you were left to pay for the damages. How the men destroyed your home and only allowed you a week to conjure up the debt your brother owed. You admitting to selling nearly everything you owned and now deciding the last thing you did own was your diginity and virginity.

The man remained quiet at your rambling. You remained quiet the rest of the car ride to your home. Much to your surprise, the man had given you the entire 64 million won, stating that he would be back to collect his debt you owed to him and give you the rest of the money he promised. Your eyes sparkled and you nodded with determination. You got out of his car with a short bow, vowing to be the best you could to him when he returned.

What you weren't expecting was the man to indeed return the day of the debt collecting - right on time. As you allowed the man inside your home, envelope in your hand with the amount of cash they needed, your door, once again, was kicked in. The man, along with one other, raises their guns at the men in your sitting area.

"What the hell?" one of the men hiss to the intruders, arms raised. His eyes widen in realization. "Jeon-ssi? What are you doing-"

A shot ranged out and all you could do was drop to the floor, eyes wide. The man, Jeon, shoots the man speaking, a crazed look in his eyes. The man screams at the bullet through his shoulder. A few more shots ring and you're now crying on the floor, a pool of the mens blood surrounding you. You may have fucked up and got yourself into deeper shit than you imagined.

You hear footsteps approaching, but you don't open your eyes. You never do - not until you feel fingers wrapped into your hair and yanking you upward. You hiss, eyes shooting open, the tears pooling out faster now. "P-Please..." you try to shake away from the familiarly strange hand.

The man removes his hands from your hair and steps back, head tilting at you. "Stop crying." he murmurs. "I'm not going to kill you."

You sniffle. It was hard to believe this man wasn't nefarious when he and his friend murdered the men in your home seconds ago.

"That's it." Jeon nods, a smile on his pierced lips. He reaches out to wipe a tear from your left eye. His hand then caresses your cheek. "I can't believe these cowards left you in such a compromising position."

You gulp, shaking stiffly. You couldn't move, far too afraid that he wold put a bullet through you next if you had.

"Come." Jeon says.

"W-Where are you taking me?" you cry out when you feel him grab your shoulders and bring you closer to him. "I-I don't need the money anymore, take it-"

"Hyung, please wait in the car for us." Jeon says to the man behind him, a tall man with narrowed eyes and broad shoulders. He does so, not bothering to close the door behind him. "You...fear me." Jeon says to you. "After I got you out of debt and handled the men who disrespected you."

You want to scream and cry, everything at once. You were beyond frightened and you swore if you could piss right now, you would.

You remain still when he brings himself closer to you. "Let's go home, Y/N." he tells you sternly, the look in his eyes telling you that he wasn't going to say it again.

You take a deep breath, humming softly to yourself. You were rocking back and forth with a hand rubbing your growing belly. You felt indifferent now knowing the gender of your child. You thought of the future of you and your child - how you would be cuddling her to sleep every night, breast feeding her until she was full, bathing her. Now, you were doing this to a baby boy.

In the past you wouldn't dare be disappointed in the gender of your child. However, the past you once thought you would be married first, have a dog or a cat before allowing a child into the picture. Obviously, that was not the case in your situation. You now pondered on how your child would look, if he'd look like you or the man from your past or take your features. 

Nonetheless, you couldn't dwell on the gender any longer. You will soon have a child to raise, far from the drama that came with the Jeon empire. You would be the sole influenced - along Byeol and Soobin - to this child, needing to have him be the man you wished you encoutered from his father. 

"I like the name Dal." Soobin stands in your door frame. He leans against it as he eyes you. 

"I chose Jin-Seon." you murmur to the man.

He raises a brow. "You did? When? Why didn't you say anything?" he was excited, possibly more than you now, at the fact there was going to be a baby in the home. 

"A few hours ago. That's the only boy name that stuck...with me." you stop rocking to glance towards the old crib. Soon you'll be putting your son in that crib."What if I'm a terrible mother?"

Soobin gasps at your sudden words, far taken aback by your change in demeanor. He steps inside your room to get closer to you. "Why would you say that? You'll be an amazing mother!" he assures. He kneels down so he can be face to face with you. "What's going on?"

You shake your head. You couldn't tell Soobin of your past and the worries you had to raise your son to not be like his father. Of course, he wouldn't be around you two for Jin-Seon to be a bad influence, but still, they were blood after all. You were afriad you would fail your son like you failed to help your brother.

"I know we haven't been together as friends for long, Y/N...but I know you'll be a great mother. You're already so motherly to Jin-Seon. He is in great hands." Soonbin gives you a smile that makes you want to cry - his kindness was overwhelming. "And if you need any help, Eomma and I are more than willing to. It take's a village to raise a child, Y/N, I'll never allow you to do it alone."

You were unsure how long you were kept into the room - possibly a day or two. It appeared as a guest room, everything neat and organized and not lived in. You hadn't showered yet, either, the blood of the men soaked and dried onto your skin. You were disgusted and horrified with what was bound to happen to you. This man, who you have yet to know the name of, has not returned.

Often, you lay upon the bed that you were given, hoping to sleep away the memories but they never left. You were always left with waking up every few hours in a cold sweat and a yelp, the memories of the shooting, the blood and the cold eyes of your captor.

While you lay awake, your mind drifts to the outside world. It's been days - maybe a week? has anyone tried looking for you? You haven't been to work in so long, has anyone called the police? Has your siblings been notified? The act of being labled as a missing person was what terrified you - you were missing in plain sight, unsure of when you'd see the outside world.

The door jingling makes you freeze in your spot. You lay your head against the pillow and hold your breath, not wanting to make a sound. "How long has she been here?" a voice comes, a voice of an older woman. "She's covered in blood and you left here like this? Is this how I raised you?"

The lights in the room turn on from a switch just outside the door and you hiss lowly, your eyes not seeing brightness for so long. You begin to shiver when the voices and footsteps come closer. "I didn't know what to do, Ajumma." the familiar voice of the man you called Jeon says. "You know how the Hyung's are."

His voice now was different from when you last heard of him - there's no venom laced in it, nor is it deep and threatening. It's normal, light when speaking to the older woman. You feel a hand on your shoulder and your shivering stops. Your eyes glance upwards to see them - Jeon and the older woman, hair dark but a few strands of grey caught their way out. She had wrinkles covering her forehead and low bags covering her eyes. "Let's get you up and bathed." she says.

Your eyes are low when you stand up, stomach rumbling and knees shaking. The woman turns her head to glare at Jeon. "Did you starve the poor girl?" she hisses. "Jeon Jungkook! You're just the same as your father." she looks back to you with softer eyes, "Come with me. We'll get you bathed and fed."

You follow the woman, your mind puzzling together. His name was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

Once the older woman took you to a large bathroom, the floor - cold against your bare feet - was marble and clean. So clean you could see your reflection against it. The shower was separate from the large tub and as you turned the water on, you marvelled at how many faucets and power jets of water sprayed out. Soon you were scrubbing your skin roughly with the vanilla scented bodywash to remove the blood stain from it, but nothing felt good enough. You still felt dirty with blood, sweat and even the tears that dried up upon your skin.

You wash your hair with the shampoo that was inside the shower, not caring if the ingredients were good for your hair or not. You didn't have time to care when you were in a foreign home with people you didn't know. You were unsure if the man was allowing you to shower simply because he wanted his payment or because he geniually cared (suddenly) for your appearance and well being.

A knock sounded on the door as soon as you turned off the shower. You watch as the door opens and the woman comes in. She smiles at you warmly and lays down a towel, a robe and under garments. "So you can get out of those old clothes. I'll make sure that boy get's you a closet full of clothes."

You nod. "Thank you." your voice was meek and quiet. She leaves the bathroom and you make your way to dry and dress yourself. You knew you couldn't hide inside of here forever, but you wanted to. You were unaware what was going to happen next with the man that was Jungkook. All you did know was that you were left terrified of him and who he was. Him killing the men in cold blood without batting an eyelash - that only told you he was one of the same of these men, just possibly more powerful.

You twist the doorknob once you are done, poking your head out. The hallway was quiet and there was no sign of the older woman. You contemplated if you should remain in the restroom or wander around. This estate was foreign to you, all you did know was that the man, Jungkook, wasn't going to allow you to leave anytime soon.

You decide to get out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You tiptoe down the hall, your bare feet cold against the marble floor. You wrap the robe tightly around you, trying to remember the way you came and go back to the dark room. But luck wasn't upon your side and you find yourself utterly confused as to where to go. Every door appeared the same as the next, all dark, modern and closed. You didn't have the guts to open any and see for yourself, afraid of what's behind it.

"Looking for something?"

You yelp, startled at the sudden voice. You stiffen and turn around with wide eyes.

"You must be Y/N." the man steps closer to you. He reminded you of Jungkook, the way he was attractive with a hint of intimidation. His features were symmetrical, jaw line sharp and angular. It was his eyes that attracted you to him - you were unable to look away. They were as if he was calling you towards him without saying a word. "You are as cute as the little one said you were." he coos.

The man reaches you, his hand coming out to stroke your face. "I can tell you are truly innocent as he says. Never been touched by a man. Or woman - I'm a judgment free man." His laugh captivates you. As close as he was to you now, you could see around his eyes the lightest shade of eyeshadow around them. "Tell me, are you looking for Kookie?"

You're stuck, unsure of how to respond. So you nod your head, assuming "Kookie" was "Jungkook" who you previously met. The man grasps your hand and tugs you closer to him. He interlocks your fingers and soon the two of you are walking down the hall together, hand in hand. It was as though your nervousness - even fear - had gone away. THe closeness between the two of you made your nose catch his scent - a bittersweet aroma that gave off a spicy yet fruity smell; inviting.

"People call me Himeros." the man murmurs to you, his voice in a hushed tone as if it was a secret. You gulp and nod, your little knowledge of greek mythology, you were certain he was the living embodiment of Himeros. "But my family calls me Jimin, and since you're with Kookie, you can call me Jimin, too."

You listen to him talk about random things, remaining in a comfortable silence as he guides you down another hall and soon you're in a large sitting room, surrounded by men in dark suits. 6 men stood out to you - one being Jungkook - their suits were white in contrast to the dark ones surrounding them. They all sat huddled together in a deep conversation when you arrived. They sat on a deep burgundy leather couch, a medium size glass coffee table in the middle - the colors of the room being a mixture of gold, silver and black. Your eyes trained on the men surrounding them, some staring out the large windows. It was at that moment you noticed they held guns - large rifles and a few others you know not a single idea of.

Your nerves kick in again being surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces - all men at that. Your hands unknowingly squeezes Jimin's and he shakes his head. "It's alright. No one here will hurt you." he assures, noticing your uneasiness. "Kookie." his voice sings songs. It makes the group of men sitting stop and look towards your way, eyes scanning you up and down.

Jungkook's eyes lock with your hand in Jimin's. He leans forward, tongue in cheek.

"Don't be that way." Jimin giggles, unlocking your fingers. "She was lost so I brought her here to you. Hospitality." Jimin gentle places his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his lips as he looks towards Jungkook.

"Is this the girl?" a man asks, his voice deep - the deepest you've heard a man have.

You witness Jungkook nod, standing forward. "Y/N." he says to you, his lip curling upwards slowly.

You remain silent, unsure of what to respond with.

"Does she know your name?" a man chuckles, his laugh high-pitched as if laughing at his own (lame but truthful) joke. You wouldn't know his name if it wasn't said by the older woman. "She looks so...scared. Like a little mouse."

"I would be, as well, if I were in a room full of men in nothing but a robe." another man says, he slouches against the couch with a bored expression. "Why did you bring her here and not his room?"

Jimin scoffs. "I do the right thing and it's still wrong, right, little mouse?" Jimin shakes his head and then looks towards you. You nod slowly, unsure of what else to do. Jimin smiles in return. "Well, Kookie," he turns towards the man. "She's all yours. I have a job to do." Jimin's hand slowly pats your shoulders and then he turns around, strolling down the same hall you came from.

"Come." Jungkook says to you, strolling to you and taking your hand in his. "We'll discuss things later, Hyungs." he calls over his back as he saunters down the hall with you.

"But we weren't done-" the deep voiced man starts, but then groans when he realizes Jungkook has no intentions of turning back.

"Damn kid." another man hisses.

Jungkook and you walk for a few minutes before reaching a room. When he opens the door, you realize it isn't the same room you were held in. He gently tugs you inside and closes the door behind you. The room was fairly large in size - double than the one you had been in. You figured the lights inside the room were motion sensored because it lit upon your arrival. In the middle of the room lay a large bed - possibly king size - with an upholstered headboard. The sheets upon the bed were satin and you noticed the amount of pillows spraw upon them.

The bedroom itself was modern and minimalistic, on each side of the bed sat a nightstand. There were 2 doors opposite to one another that you assumed were closed, you assumed they were closet space. "Do you like the room?" Jungkook's voice sounds. "It's much bigger than the last. Come." Jungkook strolls ahead of you to one of the doors. He opens it wide, your eyes trail inside the large room - quite bigger than you expected.

"This is your closet. He'll have to fill it up eventually." he trails off. Your eyes dart around the room - it was bigger than your sitting room back at your apartment. The mirror facing you was large that had lights surrounding it - also sensored. The room had wall shelves that reached the ceiling and a few in-wall drawers. It was luxurious, you'd amit, but you were afraid to ask why he was doing this for someone he paid to sleep with? "Do you like purses? We could display them on the top shelf."

You nod your head, agreeing with whatever he desired so you wouldn't upset or offend him. He smiles and then motions for you to follow him again. He reaches the next door, it opens and displays a bathroom. The floors were the same marble tile as the last one. What caught your eye was the circular bathtub and the large floor length window that displayed outside the estate - a mixture of flowers and vines. The shower was to the right of the bathtub with several faucets while the double sink and vanity mirror displayed on the left.

"My closet is in here." Jungkook says. "It's smaller than yours but does the job."

A knock was what caught you two by surprise. You turn towards the bedroom door then to Jungkook. You watch as he opens it to peek out, then opens it wider once he realizes who it is. "Ah," he smiles. "Food is here. I forgot I ordered food for us."

You were marvelled at the many trays of food coming into the room, all on rolling tables. The men - this time in chef attire - roll in the tables and display it for you and Jungkook. You questioned why Jungkook ordered much food for the two of you - you noticed many amounts of meats, different side dishes and even - as displaced as it was - a few slices of pizza. The last table to be brought it were the drinks and a large bowl of ice.

"I wasn't sure what you enjoyed eating." Jungkook says with a low chuckle. "So I ordered everything I like."

Soon the two of you are eating. You sat yourself far from him, nibbling on the food slowly. Jungkook wasn't shy in his own home or in front of you. He ate as if not swallowing at all, his eyes wide with pleasure. You ate a few more wings and called it enough. You wiped your mouth with the napkin and remain silent, waiting for the man to be done.

"Are you done eating?" Jungkook asks; he realized you hadn't picked anything up in a few minutes. At your nod and releases his grip on the slice of pizza he was holding - the cheese and pepperoni oozing off of it slowly. "Are you-"

"When are you going to fuck me?" you ponder loudly, possibly coming off rude.

Jungkook is taken aback. He turns his head fully to you and raises both brows.

"I...I would rather you get it over with." you murmur. You feel uncomfrotable against his gaze.

"Get it over with?" Jungkook snickers. "I told you already you aren't going back."

You're trembling now, fear overcoming you. You didn't think he would actually keep you here for his own personal reasons. He was a powerful man - you see that now by the way he had men lining up to cater to him. Not only was he powerful and obviously wealthy, but he was attractive and surprisingly young. He has to have women lining up to even get the chance to sleep with him (with nothing in return) yet he has chosen you - someone who only truly needed him for money. 

"Why would you want to leave? I gave you shelter - better than that run down apartment you were in."

Jungkook's tone and words offended you. You didn't come from money. You weren't raised poor either, however, you were raised to work for what you needed. You afforded a well enough apartment in a decent area. You saved up your money to fully furnish your apartment with what money you did have to make it feel like a home; not only that, but you cared for your brothers addictions (unknowingly) and gave a little cash whenever your siblings were low and in need. You didn't need Jeon Jungkook to insult the way you lived.

You turned away from him, your fists clenching. It wasn't smart to talk back to him, he was a man after all and could easily overpower you if needed be. 

"Would you prefer we slept together before the ceremony?" Jungkook sighs. He scotts closer to you, placing the trays of food back upon the rolling tables. "So it'd be easier for you?"

"What ceremony?" you murmur, your head turning towards him. This wasn't making much sense to you. But, you willing to sell your virginity to any man willing to pay wouldn't make sense to anyone - and you refused to tell your siblings such when the time came.

"Our wedding, silly." Jungkook chuckles. He taps your nose as if you were a silly child. Your eyes widen at the statement and when you realize his laughter died down and his eyes narrowed - he was serious. "I told you this was our home, baby. I gave you a large closet for you to fill."

You gulp. Your head was spinning and your stomach churned. The sensation of your body in this state was nothing but uneasiness, you felt lighthead and ready to faint. You snap your body away from him. "I'm not marrying you." your words were stern - as stern as they could be while you were frightened of the man. "That was not the agreement, Jungkook. I would never agree to sell myself to marriage."

"But you are willing to sell your virginity?" Jungkook snaps. "That makes the situation better?"

"No!" you hiss back at him, voice raising. You felt horrible enough that you were willing to give up something sacred to whatever greasy man was willing. But you didn't wish to put your life or those of your family in more danger due to Hyun-woo. "I just-"

"Watch your fucking mouth, Y/N." Jungkook interrupts you with a grasp of your chin. "I got you out of that situation with those men and I managed to kill their boss that was threatening you. How could you be so selfish?" he spits.

You tear your chin from his grasp and yelp. 

"My men are at your disposal. My wealth and power is yours." Jungkook again grabs you, this time his large hands gripping your cheeks to force you to look at him. "You'll be my wife and a part of Bangtan along with my own brothers, their partners and children. I'm the only one left in the family to be wed and bear an heir."

You feel sick. You couldn't help but cry out at the thought of marrying a man and bearing his child without your consent - he didn't give you much choice. This couldn't be your life now, not with a man like this. A man you didn't know anything about and vice versa. 

"Shh, baby, don't cry." Jungkook pulls you into his chest. You didn't fight him and instead allowed yourself to cry into his chest while he caresses your back. "I know it's overwhelming, but you'll be happy with me. I promise. We can see the world, you and I!" he continues to caress you while promising you every and everything - besides your consent and freedom. "Do you like babies?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his hands stopping the patting on your back. "Maybe we can visit Hyung's home tomorrow. He has the cutest daughter! That should be able to cheer you up!"

You cry harder at the thought. 

"Is this necessary?" you ask Byeol, arms crossed. You stood outside your bedroom, facial mask below your lips. 

"Put your mask on, Y/N!" Soobin yells, his eyes wide with shock. "You can't inhale the paint! It's not good for the baby!"

You do as you're told with a roll of your eyes. You hear Byeol giggle beside you. "To him it is."

You were woken up from your afternoon nap by Soobin. He had shook you awake and insisted you leave the room so he could paint it. You were initially irritated by the sudden act, but Soobin wouldn't bulge. He was now painting the room - the wall in which all of Jin-Seon's belongings sat - determined to paint the white clouds as neat as he could. 

"I just wouldn't want to trouble him." you sigh. "And you. This is your home after all. I wouldn't want to intrude." 

Byeol gently slaps your shoulder. "You could never be an intruder, Y'N. You know this now." she shakes her head, upset at the audacity of you thinking you would ever be considered a burden here. "Soobin is just overjoyed that there's more life in the home. It's always just been the two of us."

And overjoyed Soobin was. After he spent two days painting one wall - a simple set of clouds and mountains in different shades of blue and greys, he was done and added a few finishing touches. He adds Jin-Seon's name onto the wall above the crib given to her by Byeol. He then adds a few shelves, already displaying the ultrasound picture he had framed and gifted you. Next to the ultrasound was a picture he took of you off guard - hand resting on your stomach while you munched along on a piece of cake Byeol had made. It wasn't your favorite picture of yourself, but you enjoyed the act of kindness Soobin showed. 

"I still think it's all too much for something temporary." you told Soobin, but your heart was full at the kind gesture. 

"It's never too much when it comes to Jin-Seon. I want him to feel loved." Soobin smiles at you, his eyes squinting. You feel your heart flutter at him, he was entirely too kind for his own good. "And I want you to feel welcomed here. You don't have to leave as soon as Jin-Seon is born."

You let out a sigh. Your eyes glance away from him and to the wall, trying to avoid his gaze. They were making it hard - Vyeol and Soobin - for you to ever want to leave them. Byeol was utterly kind, always making sure to cook you delicious food. She insisted you needed a strong and healthy baby. She oftened wash the sheets and your clothes, even when you insisted you could do it yourself. 

Soobin was much like his mother, always welcoming. He came home everyday with different types of snacks and treats for you to try. He would give you the company you craved after Byeol rested. He encouraged you - ensuring that you would always be in good hands with them. 

"I won't force the two of you to stay." Soobin tells you, his voice low into a whisper. "But there isn't a time limit. You can stay for as long as you need to. This is your home just as it is ours."

Your throat clenches and your heart is now beating faster. You turn to Soobin and offer a trembling smile. He frowns at you. "Y/N. What's wrong?"

You're crying. You are sure it's the hormones. You looked like a crazy fool crying at Soobin. He must feel horrible with himself and questioning what were the words to set you off. 

"You all are so kind to me." you cry, whipping the pathetic tears from your cheeks. "I don't know where I'd be without your hospitality."

Soobin releases a laugh. He brings you closer to him, in a hug. He rubs the top of your back and shakes his head. "You don't have to cry, Y/N." he ensures. "We'll always be here for you and Jin-Seon. I promise." he says. 

Alright so here's Part 1 to Cruel Intentions. This would be a multipart series, I hope going between present to past isn't too much to understand.

Prequel | Next | Masterlist | Part 3

Cruel Intentions (Part 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Mafia!Jungkook,

Warning: yandere themes, Jungkook being creepy lol, masturbation, little domestic dispute, manipulation, rough sex

Word Count: 11,083

Description: Jungkook is reaping what he sows at your disappearance and Jin tells Yoongi a secret that is driving him crazy keeping to himself.

Izumi was a beauty - yet all of the girls that worked under Bangtan's Brothel were. They were hand selected out of hundreds of women around the world. They were showered in nothing but luxury and held a superiority over other Brothel's. Being in the presence of one would cost any man millions of won - and that wasn't including anything sexual.

Izumi came from a small village in Japan, travelling as soon as she was of age. Her origin story in Bangtan was left unknown, all was known that she was considered a veteran - now assisting and caring for other girls in the Brothels, keeping a hefty eye out for each of them. This was the same reason Namjoon had decided to visit the woman. She knew the girls like the back of her hand and only she would choose someone for Jungkook to lay with - someone to get his mind away from you.

After your escape, Jungkook was a mess. His anger got the best of him - he ruined his home; smashing everything in sight. He wripped through your closet and destroyed everything he could find, not caring if it was his own money down the drain. When Namjoon visited him days later, the home was left in shambles. Jungkook was snappy - any man that talked out of line got a bullet to the shoulder. It was becoming so frequent that the 6 older men had to step in and demand that Jungkook stop. "We won't have any men if you keep shooting them!" Jin had scolded the younger - but even he was worried about his dongsaeng.

After Jungkook's anger came sadness - the man refused to eat. It was as if he was a shell of his former self. He restored your closet, telling his worried Hyungs that when he found you that you'd need your clothes, accessories and personal belongings. When someone visited in the early mornings, Jungkook was found in a guest room - admitting he couldn't sleep in his own room without you there. He was restless, hiring whoever to search for you day and night no matter the cost.

Jungkook knew you weren't a fool - you wouldn't be at your siblings home. Yet and still, he visited and they were just as shocked to see him and asked where you had been. You never told them about your escape and that was a step forward - the less people involved the better.

"Ah, what about Ari?" Izumi ponders to Namjoon. She points to the young woman who bows at them.

Namjoon shrugs his shoulders. "I trust your judgment." he says. He didn't feel the need to hand pick a woman for Jungkook himself. "Can she be ready within the next ten minutes? We will have a meeting soon."

Izumi nods hastily. She bows at Namjoon before turning away to get Ari ready, her eyes shining with determination.

Luckily Ari had already showered, so all that was left was for her to be dressed and look presentable. Nearly all of the women in the Brothel dreamt of being picked by one of the 7 men that brought about Bangtan. Very few had caught the eye of them, but no hope was lost. "Maybe you could be like Momoka and Hee-sun." Izumi encourages, a small smile on her lips as she does Ari's hair into a low bun. "Remember, only speak when spoken to after introducing yourself."

Ari nods, her nerves getting to her. She has rarely been in the presence of the 7 bosses, only meeting them briefly. However, after hearing many stories and witnessing Momoka and Hee-sun being courted by one, her mind could only imagine what it was like. Momoka and Hee-sun both had power and wealth without having to work in the brothel. They were catered to regardless of their past and now lived the life of luxury.

"Okay." Izumi leans back to examine Ari before nodding. "Alright. You know where the meeting area is, correct?" The meeting possibly consisted of expanding the Brothel oversee's to bring in more wealth - any meetings held inside the Brothel only contained Brothel type deals.

Ari makes her way towards the meeting area - just a large room where powerful men stood and conversed. The 7 bosses were the young ones, everyone else would be old and beyond their years, but money was money. Only a few women got the chance to wander around inside and that was purely to show off the merchandise and what Bangtan had to offer in the sex world.

Namjoon nods his head to Ari as she enters. His eyes scan the way she saunters towards Jungkook who has a large wine glass in hand and appears as though he would rather be anywhere else but here.

Ari's strunt was seductive, she was a natural after all that worked under Izumi. She stops in front of Jungkook who glares at her, his eyebrow furrowing at her. Ari places her hand along Jungkook's chest and bows - a clear indication of what she has come to do. It was a formal way of stating that she was more than willing to be with him - in any way he'd like. Namjoon smiles, surely Jungkook could get his mind off of you and relax a bit.

Jungkook's eyes glance down at the manicured nails on his chest before glancing up at the woman who it belonged to. He recalled her face - pretty, sure. She had a nice figure and breast he would stare at if he was the man of his past. However, he wasn't and the act did nothing to him but infuriated him. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jungkook hisses at her. His hand comes to slap hers off of his chest harshly. The sound of the slap sounds across the room.

"J-Jungook-ssi, I-" Ari is panicking. This is what she was coached to do - what she was accustomed to doing. Her eyes were wide and she was sure she'd be crying soon out of embarrasment and fear.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Jungkook roars. He doesn't intend to push the girl, but he does. She fumbles onto the floor, tears already falling down her cheeks. "You whores have no respect for married men!"

Namjoon is already on the ground to help Ari up, his eyes glaring holes into Jungkook. "Kook-ah." his voice is deep with warning. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook slams the wine glass down on the nearest table and gives the same glare back to Namjoon. "I want her gone." he hisses, a snarl on his lips. Eyes were on them, chattering and hushed whispers surrounding them. "She has no respect for me or my marriage."

Jimin releases a sigh. He takes a sip from his wine - more like a gulp - before he makes his way to his brothers. "Ari-ah." Jimin helps her up, patting her shoulders. "How about we clean you up, yes?"

Ari nods, her cheeks swollen from the crying.

"I said get that whore out of here!" Jungkook hisses, stepping closer to Ari and Jimin. The poor girl cowers behind Jimin, afraid of what would happen to her if she as much as peaked towards the fuming man's way.

"She's just doing her job, Kookie." Jimin frowns.

"Don't call me that here. I'm not a fucking child." Jungkook appeared like a mad man, his voice deep and eyes glaring holes through Jimin and Ari.

"Then stop acting like it." Namjoon retorts. "We aren't getting rid of her for doing her job. It was a misunderstanding. We have a job to do."

Never would have Namjoon though Jungkook would react in the way he did. Jungkook was a kind soul - even in their business. Something changed in him when you left - and he didn't like the man Jungkook has become.

Jungkook scoffs. He turns and makes his exit, having no desire to be a part of any meeting or job at the moment. Around 20 minutes later when he enters his home, he is livid. All the way home he has smelt the sickening fruity scent of the whore on him. It was driving him insane how a simple touch could allow a scent to linger. He removes his clothes, throws them aside roughly and enters the shower. The water was burning his skin, but he couldn't care now.

Jungkook felt dirty - the fact that another woman even had it in her mind to touch him when he was a married man - he even still wore the wedding band around his finger! It made his stomach churned in knowing that a woman would even consider that he wanted anyone else that wasn't the woman he married.

He grabs the bodywash - the vanilla scent that you favored - and rubs it against his own body. He had to get rid of the fruity scent and your bodywash made him feel closer to you while you were gone. Since your departure, he hasn't touched much of his own personal items. He bathed in your scent, for about a half an hour he could pretend you were there with him. He lotions his skin with your favorite beauty items, the familiar smell of you calming his nerves. Hell, he even doses your perfume instead of his own cologne.

Jungkook remains in the shower for over 45 minutes. He was done bathing himself by now, but it was the aroma that kept him inside. He washed his hair with your shampoo, scrubbing it roughly into his scalp - he did whatever he could to get rid of the fruit-like disgusting smell. He uses the conditioner and rakes it into his hair much like you did to yours - it was always soft at the touch, even if you didn't like it when he touched it. The bathroom in whole smelt like you were occupying it - and he loved it.

When he was satisfied that he didn't smell like anyone else but you, he left the bathroom. He didn't occupy his bedroom often and he hadn't slept in his bed since you left. Today was the first day he sat down on your side. On the nightstand laid your lotion bottle - left untouched since you last used it months ago. He brings his face down to your pillow, inhaling the faint scent of you.

Jungkook shudders. His mind swirls - he missed you, it was evident. He missed your touch, the softness of your body. He missed the sweetness of your voice - even if the words that came from them were anything but sweet. Your presence was still in the room even if you were not. He feels the towel around his waist feel tight as his mind continues to think of you.

Jungkook was nothing but a man, so it didn't take long for his cock to harden. He wasn't ashamed to say he touches himself often at the thought of you - not at all. It was normal for a man to crave for his wife, especially if the man's wife was as sensuous as you.

Jungkook snatches the lotion bottle from the nightstand. He pumps enough in his hands and brings it to his nose. He inhales the scent, another shudder vibrates through him and a moan releases itself deep from his throat. His free hand unwraps the towel from his waist and soon he has wrapped the lotion-filled hand around his cock, eyes snapped shut at the thought of you.

Jungkook's groan filled his bedroom. He pumps himself with earnestness - the need to release the tension within himself was high. The smell of you surrounded him and invading all of his senses - the bodywash, to the shampoo down to the lotion he pumped himself with. It was as if you never left him at all - almost; all he needed was your warmth and presence.

As his hands pump aggressively at his cock, his throat releases throaty moans and whimpers, a few of them being calls of your name. He couldn't help himself, his mind occupies you entirely. The flashbacks of you beneath him, wrapped around him, on top of him.

"Fuck," Jungkook winces, the tightness in his grip only becoming tighter when he felt himself about to cum. He licks his lips, head flung back. His hips jut forward just as he cums on himself.

"Jungkook-ah!"

Jungkook groans. His breathing was heavy and the last thing he needed was to be distrubed. He quickly cleans himself and goes to get dressed. By the sound of it, his home was being invaded by his brothers.

Just as he was applying your perfume - the heavenly scent that reminds him of you - he hears banging against his door. Jungkook sighs, going to open his bedroom door. Behind it is a fuming Namjoon. "We need to talk."

"You came all this way to scold me?" Jungkook retorts. He follows behind Namjoon as he stalks down the set of stairs to the meeting room. He releases a grunt when he witnesses all of his brothers, each set of their eyes on his upon arrival. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Jungkook is ready to hear it all - he's been hearing their words for months now. They were always the same; claiming that he needed to get over you, that he had to move on and live in reality that you weren't coming back. But he refused, especially when he knew you'd come back to him.

"You need to get over this obession."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Same shit, different day.

"It's not healthy." Jimin nods in agreement.

That one was new.

"You're going to end up killing yourself over this."

So was that one.

"What you did today was uncalled for." Namjoon's words make his ears perk up. "I got Ari to come-"

"You had that whore come put her hands on me?" Jungkook snaps, his eyes darting to Namjoon. "I don't want another woman, hyung, I told you this."

Namjoon's jaw clenched.

"Jungkook," Jin sighs. He massages his temples before continuing. "I think you need a break from...this." Jin waves his hands around. "From here. Why don't you visit Busan?"

"I have no business in Busan." Jungkook shrugs. "I have a shipment coming in soon, anyways."

"Why not take a break from work?" Taehyung suggests. "We can handle-"

"No." Jungkook's words were final. "I don't recall asking for your help."

"You either need to take a break or get over this little obsession. Y/N isn't coming back." Namjoon huffs. He was growing irritated by the second. He loved Jungkook like a brother - but to witness Jungkook work nonstop and come home every night and wait for you was unsettling.

"Shut up." Jungkook growled. "Shut the fuck up, Hyung!"

Yoongi raises his hand to Jungkook. "Calm down." he warns. "He doesn't mean it in a harmful way."

"I don't care!" Jungkook barks.

"You need to wake up and live in reality, Jungkook-ah. It's been months of her being gone and she left with no trace. She doesn't even have a phone on her and she carved the tracker out of her!" Namjoon's patience was running thin.

Jin steps between Namjoon and Jungkook, both men appear to be getting closer and closer to one another. "Stop." Jin says to Namjoon, a stern look in his eyes.

"Are we going to keep babying him?" Namjoon questions. He raises a brow with a clenched jaw. "He's a grown man now and has to make a grown man decision without being patted on his back each time he has a temper tantrum."

Jungkook widen his eyes. He tries to push past Jin but fails. "Fuck you, Hyung. You don't remember how you acted when your bitch was released from that leash you had her on?!"

"Stop it!" Jin belows. The situation with Namjoon and his own wife was a sensitive subject, and Namjoon doesn't take disrespect lightly.

"You nearly killed yourself over Noona!" Jungkook continues. "And I would have never told you to get over her like they had." Jungkook waves his hands around to the rest of the men surrounding him, all quiet with widened eyes. "Not even when she revealed her true intentions!"

Namjoon stiffens - the story of his wife a good 9 years ago never goes unnoticed, yet it's a story in Bangtan that everyone chooses to forget.

Until now.

"I never went against you," Jungkook points to Taehyung. "when you gaslight your own fucking wife into loving you."

"Kook-ah-" Jungkook turns away from Jin. Jungkook was hiting low now. He doesn't want to hear what they have to say - he no longer cares.

"I have to work. Dong-hyun has a big shipment coming and I don't need him fucking it up again." he begins to walk out of the meeting room, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sure you know how to see yourselves out."

You stir awake, your body cramped onto the corner of the bed. The memories of the night prior came flooding in and you understood why your body was aching. You jolt up, your head thrashing side to side to look for the man who held you here to find that he was nowhere in sight. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you could be alone for a bit. You hug your knees to your chest, there had to be a way for you to get out of this. Jungkook didn't need his money back when he was swimming in it. And conversing calmly with him was a ticking time bomb - he was speaking of marriage and children and you didn't even know the basic when it came to him.

Your ears pick up the sound of a door handle rustling. It comes from the bathroom and soon you're face to face with Jungkook once more, this time his hair is wet and he sports nothing but a towel around his waist. You realized that the man that was Jeon Jungkook had tattoos stained into his body. "You're finally up. You must've been tired." Jungkook gives you a smile, coming closer to your side.

Your cheeks flush and you push yourself away from him. Jungkook frowns, confused by your sudden behavior. "What's wrong?" he questions. "Is it because I'm naked? You'll have to get used to this if we're going to have children."

Your eyes widen at his words. "You said one child." you had no intentions of even giving him a child to begin with, but what changed from yesterday to now?

Jungkook shrugs. "Child. Children. Does it matter how many kids we have?" Jungkook leans back and points towards the bathroom. "Get ready. I have some clothes for you to wear. But we still need to go shopping."

"There's no need to go shopping. I have clothes-"

Jungkook raises a hand to silence you - and it works. You close your mouth with an annoyed twitch. "Those clothes are from the past now. Besides," Jungkook looks away. "cleaners are still trying to get the blood off the carpet."

You gulp. How could you forget the bloody scene that happened before you. Maybe it wasn't a good idea returning there after all, but eventually you'd need to if you don't manage to escape in time - surely your landlord wouldn't like not receiving your rent money. You had many memories that you needed in the home, far too many pictures of your family you weren't willing to leave behind.

You remained silent as you entered the bathroom, the fog from Jungkook's shower still high in the air. You feel his presence behind you but don't say anything - his own closet was located inside the large bathroom. When he dips behind the door of his closet, you step out of your clothes and jump inside the shower, closing the door behind you. You're glad the glass isn't clear and he wouldn't be able to see you.

"I think you should get this." Jungkook holds up a dress - a black velvet sweetheart dress that would stop mid thigh. "I have a suit this material. We could match!"

Jungkook's excitement was like one of a child - overjoyed with the little things. It makes you smile, but you realize you shouldn't be smiling at a man that is holding you hostage and using gifts and luxuires as a reward.

Jungkook ends up buying everything you compliment, having you hold nothing and instead snaps at his men to grab all of the bags. The amount of items bought was taken in several cars - none of them in the one you and Jungkook drove in.

"Are we going back to your house?" you question. Jungkook dressed you in heels and you wanted nothing more than to get out of it.

"You mean our house?" Jungkook grips the stirring wheel and glances your way. "You live there, as well."

Right.

"And no, we have to meet Hyung for lunch." Jungkook murmurs. "Remember? You wanted to see our niece?"

You're taken aback because - no, you didn't want to meet anyone related to him. He had stated that seeing a baby would make you want to have one, but in no way, shape, or form did you have the actual desire in meeting his family members. They had to be just as demented as him - possibly worse.

You don't speak with him any longer, opting to remain silent. Low music plays on the radio and Jungkook is humming and tapping against the stirring wheel. You witness many houses pass by along the way - the houses seem to stretch the deeper it gets, a wide gap between each one. You grasp that as deeper as you went into the tree filled space, that the houses were replaced with nothing but large trees.

"Ah, we're here." Jungkook drives into a long driveway, slowing down as he reaches the large estate.

Your eyes trail around you. On the far left side of the home you noticed a small gazebo with a statue inside, but you couldn't bring yourself to understand what it was. The home itself - a large, victorian style brick mansion with an array of windows . You counted over 30, and that was only your view. The mansion itself seemed eary - how could one family stay in something so large?

As Jungkook gets out of the car and races around to open your door, the double-door of the home opens and a man steps out. His resemblance is uncanny to Jungkook's, slightly older than him, of course. Behind him is a woman, eyes low and a tired look wrinkled into her face. She's holding a baby - no older than 1 - in her arms that babbles.

"Jungkook." his brother says, a tight smile on his lips. "Is this your fiance?"

You gulp, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"Hyung, yes!" Jungkook's arms slowly wrap around you. "This is Y/N."

Jungkook's brother bows his head slightly. "Jung-hyun." he says to you. "Jagiya," his head turns to the woman whose eyes snaps upwards and soon she's smiling - a robotic smile. "come meet Y/N."

You watch as she saunters over, her smile never faltering as she reaches you. She bows and introduces herself. Eun-young was her name, and you were also introduced to the small child in her arms, Eun-Ji - who disappoints you by how cute she is, because you didn't want Jungkook to think you desired to bring his child into this world.

You return a smile, it was small and not entirely welcoming, but neither mother nor child minded. You follow with Jungkook's arms around you inside the large home. The mansion was larger inside and you couldn't help but marvel at the appearance. The large entrance hall doesn't show much, on each side lies 2 doors - one you realize reaches a staircase behind and the other you're unsure. Ahead of you is a corridor to a dining room, a large mirror staring back at you from inside.

"Lunch is already set. The chef made your favorite." Jung-hyun nods over to the table where Jungkook is tugging you down. You sit and release a sigh. Jungkook doesn't waste time digging in, the Japchae on the table having no chance against him.

Jungkook and Jung-hyun speak fondly to one another, their conversation going from different topics. It started with the business, Jungkook stating his territories were going great and Jung-hyun complimenting his accomplishments. You sat quietly, not having a desire to listen as much as you could have and only ate the Samgyeopasai in front of you.

Your eyes glance at the woman, Eun-young. She is quietly eating with her eyes low once more, her child in her arms sucking on a piece of meat because she barely has any teeth to bite. You question if she was once in your shoes, forced to stay and marry a man she's barely known. The lack of eye contact and how quiet she is, even around her husband, was frightening.

Your eyes blink when you see Jungkook's hand reach towards Eun-young. The small child wraps her chubby hands around his tattoo finger and grips it. Jungkook laughs, his smile wide. "Can we hold her, noona?" asks Jungkook to Eun-young who nods quickly. Jungkook grabs the baby in his arms, holding her close. "She's so big already. It was just yesterday when noona's water broke."

Jung-hyun snickers. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. "You called me over 100 times crying."

"I thought the baby was going to come right then and there!" Jungkook eyes were wide. He bounces the baby in his lap as he speaks to his brother. "I was so scared thinking I had to deliver a baby in the kitchen."

Eun-Ji reaches out for you, her chubby hands - tightly grasping a piece of pork belly - touches your elbow. She has her eyes on you, possibly wondering just who you were sitting so closely (unwillingly) next to her uncle. Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to place her in your arms. This was his plan all along, to get you to hold the baby in hopes it would make you become an incubator for him.

Eun-Ji leans against you as you hold her awkwardly. You wished her parents would grab her. You loved babies, sure. You had a handful of nieces and nephews - but you couldn't allow yourself to show how cute you thought the small person was when Jungkook was watching so intently.

"We're thinking of having a baby." Jungkook tells his brother, his eyes burning holes into your temples. "After we're married, of course."

Eun-young eyes turn to yours. You couldn't read them, but they weren't shining with satisfaction at Jungkook's words.

"Right, baby?" Jungkook's hands grip your thigh beneath the table. His eyes stare into yours.

You nod your head slowly. You gulped, deciding to rock the baby in your arms, taking the pork belly from her hand as you do so. You feel sick, but hold back the urge to vomit. You didn't want to have a child and be tied to him forever.

"I think she's tired." Eun-young murmurs. She stands up from the chair, your eyes follow her. "Would you like to come with me and put her to sleep?"

You nod hastily. Anything was better than sitting at the table with Jungkook and Jung-hyuns eyes upon you. You follow out with Eun-young. She turns a few corners and you end up in a nursery, the walls pink and many designs painted across it. She closes the door behind you. "How long have you been with him?" she suddenly asks.

"I...um, not long." you cough. "Only a day."

Eun-young hums. "He's already trying to get you pregnant." she murmurs. She takes her daughter from your arms and gently rocks her side to side. "You know what he does for a living?"

You nod.

"Is he forcing you to stay?" Eun-young whispers lowly, so low that it was barely audible.

Slowly, you nod your head and you watch her eyes lower to the ground. She hums softly to Eun-young and the only thing you could do was stand and wait for her to respond. Her sudden interest in you was new - she barely spoke words at lunch and didn't make eye contact.

"There's a bathroom down the hall." Eun-young says. She lays her daughter down in the basinette, her back facing you. "I don't know how fast you can run, but hopefully fast enough before Jungkook comes looking for you. Hopefully by then you'll be long gone."

You remain still, your ears registering her words. She was helping you - attempting to, at least - by allowing you to escape without being noticed. Your heart flutters and your mind swirls. "I..."

"Don't thank me yet. I'm not sure if you'll make it out of here without him noticing. But it's worth a try." Eun-young's voice was low as if someone could be listening.

"Y/N was pregnant." Jin sighs.

Yoongi's finger stops typing on his phone - he was in the middle of a virtual meeting with an overseas business when Jin spoke to him. His head turns to the older man and his eyes tell it all. "How...do you know?"

"The day she left I found the pregnancy test in their bathroom. Jungkook was too busy with his rampage that he didn't notice it." Jin's words were low as if he was telling the biggest secret in the world. He was, of course, but Jin was never one to keep secrets. "I threw it away."

Yoongi releases a throaty sigh. He turns his phone off and it drops on his lap before him. He messages his temples - obviously this secret was eating Jin up to his core. What Yongi didn't understand was why he was telling him now, when Jungkook was an obvious mess over you. 

"Jin-hyung..." Yoongi shakes his head. 

"I know." Jin murmurs. "I thought we could find her within a few days. Weeks maybe but..." Jin gulps. His decision to hide the pregnancy from Jungkook appeared to be the best. His Jungkook knew you escaped while pregnant, the man would've drove himself even more mad than he already was. The thought of you being hurt would've played through his mind until he found you.

"What if we don't find her?" Yoongi's words frightened him. "How are we going to tell him that he was almost a father, hyung? That he lost two people he loved?"

Jin couldn't tell Jungkook now, not after the incident with Ari. His love for you was deep, possessive even. He himself wasn't sure if you were alive out there or if the child was. If his calculations were correct, you'd be about to give birth soon if you decided to keep the child. You had no cell-phone to track, your name hasn't been placed in any system and with a social security check, you hadn't used your legal name anywhere. It was as if you simply vanished - and for his donsaeng sake, he wished you weren't deceased.

"We have to find herm Yoongi-ah." Jin rummages through his suit jacket pocket and releases his phone. "We need to bring extra reinforcements. We need to be searching all around the country."

Yoongi nods. He knew Jin was going through his stages of guilt, but he wouldn't judge him. He wouldn't know what to do if he was in Jungkook's situation, especially in knowing you were pregnant. He didn't enjoy seeing his donsaeng in a constant state of distress. 

"Am I the only one you told?" Yoongi ponders. 

Jin nods. "I had to tell someone." he says, phone to his ear. "Akio." Jin says into the phone, his words switching to Japanese as he speaks to the man over the phone. If he was going to attempt to find you he had to bring in reinforcement overseas. Akio speculiazes in finding a trace of anyone - dead or alive. In this case, he prayed that you and the baby would be alive.

Eun-Young was correct about the window. The large bathroom had a large window that overlooked the scenery of the trees outside. In any instance you would be amazed at the beauty, however today was not one of them. You were given a chance to escape Jungkook and even if your mind was telling you to turn back - you didn't. The window unlocks with a low click and gently, you push it open. You take a deep breath - it didn't open wide, but it was enough for you to squeeze through.

"Y/N?"

You curse beneath your breath at the sound of your name on the other side of the door. Your heart is hammering in your chest.

"Y-Yes?" you call back.

"Just checking on you." Jungkook replies. "Eun-Ji is asleep already, huh?"

You slowly inch towards the window. You put a leg through before responding. "Yes. She was quite tired."

Jungkook chuckles through the other side. "I know. Isn't she cute? I can't wait until we have one just like her."

Your other leg is through the window and you don't bother responding. You could hear his voice say a few more words, but by then you had already jumped completely out the window. You fall a few feet but the fall doesn't catch you off guard. What does, however, is your wide eyes coming face first to Jung-hyun. He's standing inside his home, once staring out his sitting room area and staring at the same trees you were.

You watch in horror as he screams inaudibly from inside the mansion to who you assume was his brother. You turn and make a run for it, running as fast as your legs could to the trees. Your adrenaline was pumping - you cannot recall the last time you ran anywhere this fast. Yet again, your life never depended on it before. You aren't aware how far you've gotten, but you do hear screaming from behind you coming from Jungkook. He's screaming for you to come back now, and if you do that he wouldn't be upset.

You contemplated if you should turn back. You didn't know where you were at or how far you could manage within these trees. There wasn't another home for miles and even so, how could you explain your situation to them? You couldn't comprehend how deep you were in - every tree you witness appeared the same. The deeper you ran the darker it appeared to be.

Your body was exhausted; you could feel yourself slowing down. Your ears could hear Jungkook running - coming closer and closer. His screams seemed just as close - just as angry.

You were speed walking now, your breathing heavy. You tripped over a few branches and rocks, but you refused to be that dumb woman who fell and remained there while being chased.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice roared from close behind you. How did he manage to get to you as fast as he did? You could have sworn you had a head start. His footsteps are getting closer, so close that you attempt to run again, but couldn't go faster than a jog. "You aren't going to get far." his voice is closer now.

"No." you heave. Your mind was pleading you to not look back in fear he would be directly behind you. "Please..."

You feel his presence behind you before he's there. You feel his touch wrap around the neck tightly before you're being yanked back. You scream a loud bloodcurling scream, pleading for someone to help you.

Jungkook is livid. His tattooed hand is around your throat. He yanks you to him, nails digging into your skin. Your body shuts down, exhausting kicking in at your failed attempt at escape. "I told you that you wouldn't get far, baby." Jungkook's voice appeared strangely calm. It frightened you.

The only thing you could do was scream and cry while attempting to pry his hands away from you.

Jungkook releases a laugh, mocking you. He pushes you to the ground, the dirt surly staining your clothes. Jungkook kneels down before you and releases the same scream as you, maybe even louder. Your eyes widen with tears at the sudden outburst. You are silent and stiff, staring as he releases a few more screams. "Somebody help!" Jungkook shrieks out before laughing. "Don't you get it, baby? No one's here but us."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. You never been in the prescene of a man that appeared as demented as Jungkook did now. If looks could kill you would surely be dead.

"I thought we were getting off onto a good start, Y/N." Jungkook shakes his head. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, wiping away the tears. You're far too afraid to move away from him. "It hasn't even been a week and you've already disobeyed me. You embarrassed me in front of my hyung. How did you think you were going to find your way out of here, hm?"

You sniffle.

"What if you got mauled by a bear? Don't you think?" Jungkook licks his tongue in disappointment. He leans closer to you, his hand wrapping around your neck in a swift movement. You yelp at the tightness of his grip. What disgust you is him jerking you closer to him and his tongue poking out to lick the tears from your cheek.

"Get up." Jungkook demands. He doesn't wait for a response - or for you to follow his orders. The hand that once tightly grips your neck now finds them in your hair. He snatches you up onto your feet and all you could do was cry out. "I don't like handling you like this, Y/N." Jungkook murmurs as he drags you back to the path of his brother's home. "But you leave me no choice at all. I've been good to you and all you could do is try to run away?"

"Kidnapping someone isn't being good for them." you retort.

Jungkook's hand yanks your hair back again. You hiss, biting your lip. "You came to me on your own free will. I didn't kidnap you."

"And I'm trying to leave on my own free will."

Jungkook ignores you the entire walk back. Upon your arrival you see Jung-hyun with his arms crossed and behind him Eun-young, her eyes low once more and hands behind her back. You gulp.

"Thanks fo lunch, Hyung. Noona." Jungkook nods. He goes towards his car door, opening it and shoving you inside. The release of your hair makes you sigh in relief - but that doesn't mean you weren't going to act it. Your hand swings towards Jungkook when he turns away, a loud slap echoing across the drive-way.

Jung-hyun gasps with wide eyes and Eun-young takes a step back.

"Hyung. I'll be seeing you another time." Jungkook murmurs, slamming your door shut. He stalks around to the driver side, swinging the door open and coming inside. His glare is terrifying, but your anger is stupidly blinding you to feel afraid. "You have a lot of nerves today." he chuckles darkly.

You suck your teeth and turn away. You witness as Eun-young and Jung-hyun walk back into their home.

Another yank of your hair has you hissing again, startled at the sudden action. Your eyes meet Jungkook's dark ones and before he could speak, you spit at him. You were afraid - yes, but the fight in you made your adrenaline pump.

But just as yours was pumping, so was Jungkook's. Your disrespect made his blood boil - but for an insane, odd reason, it also made his cock twitch. He hadn't had this much excitement in a while. His free hand wipes the spit away and he roughly brings his lips to yours.

You squirm against his lips and begin to mewl. You push against his chest and finally, he releases his lips from yours. He shoves you away gently and turns towards the car. He turns it on with a press of the button. "I hope you don't think your little stunt is going to be left off the hook, baby. I'm just going to have to show you who you belong to."

You gently massage your stomach with the homemead lotion Byeol made for you - she swears by it, stating that it would prevent you from having stretch marks. You don't care, really, if you do or don't. Your stomach has expanded and is already as round as can be. You worry more about your son being healthy than anything - and by the way he kicks you every night, you'd say he was healthy.

But, nonetheless, the lotion was soothing and you did massage it after every shower.

"Y/N-ah!" Soobin's voice carries throughout the house upon his arrival. You could hear his footsteps beating against the hardwood floor until he reaches your room.

"Soobin." you smile at him.

He returns the smile. A small bag in his hands when he comes closer to you. "Look what I have." he sing-songs. He opens the bag and throws it on the floor in excitement. "It's a baby swaddle!"

"It is." you laugh. The swaddle was a royal blue and fluffy. As he brings it up to your view, you coo at the small size of it.

"It has bunny ears, too." Soobin's eyes gleam with excitement at his newfound discovery. "I went to the city to a baby shop and the women there said you'd need swaddles. It's for self-soothing."

He hands you the swaddle, the bunny ears of it makes you smile almost bitterly of a certain man, but you refuse to show it around Soobin. He appears so bright and excited, illuminating brightness.

"Thank you." your words are low and your heart is full. Soobin was always good to you, even upon your arrival in his home. You're grateful that you managed to put in the hands of Soobin and Byeol.

Soobin nods. "There's no need to thank me, Y/N." he responds shyly. He neatly folds the swaddle and places it upon the baby dresser.

A knock sounds gently on the door and Byeol enters.

"Eomma." Soobin nods. He hadn't greeted her at his hastily arrival.

Byeol nods back. Her eyes turn to you and she smiles. "I'm sure he's going to be a big baby."

You nod in agreement. You had frequent check-ups with Soobin's friend. It was a hassle to get the correct equipment inside the home, but Soobin was determined to each time.

"He's 9 pounds already!" Soobin murmurs to his mother. Byeol had been napping when her last checkup occurred. "Said he could come now if he wanted since he's at a good weight."

"Hopefully he waits until it's time." You chuckle. Your nerves were eating you alive. You thought of the act of giving birth and it scared you. You were present during your sister's, Ye-Rim's, pregnancy and you were only a teenager. She did a natuarl birth a month early and her screams still haunt you.

"Are you sure we can do a home birth?" Soobin had his faults in the situation. He never witnessed a birth before, of course, and he was paranoid that something would go wrong with you and the baby. "I'm sure we'll be safe in a hospital..."

"It's whatever she prefers." Byeol shrugs her shoulders. She could safely deliver a child - she has before. She knows little of your situation but knows well enough that you prefer to stay away from big cities and crowded areas. "I have prepared the guest room for you to comfortably give birth."

You nod, your hand rubbing circles against your stomach.

The men in black suits don't bat an eye at Jungkook and your arrival to his estate. You made a fool of yourself surely, kicking and screaming in his arms. But Jungkook doesn't budge and only drags you inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. He slams the door open and shoves you inside before closing it behind him. You manage to catch yourself from falling, your eyes glaring up at him.

"You've gotten bold, baby." Jungkook unbuttons his shirt, his eyes glaring right back at you. "Running away. Putting your hands on me. Spitting on me? Tsk." Jungkook removes his buttoned shirt, a black wife-beater tucked underneath him. 

Your eyes linger on his arms, the tattoo littering it amazes you. You've never seen much tattoos on someone's skin before. Sehun had a large back tattoo, but he rarely showed it. You always wanted a tattoo, but chickened out when it was time to get one.

"You admiring me won't get you off of punishment, baby." Jungkook teases.

You frown and cross your arms. "I'm not a child for you to be punishing me." you snort. 

"You act like one, Y/N. Tell me, why did you run? Didn't we have an agreement?" Jungkook questions, his eyes scanning your face. He steps closer to you and you take a step back. You keep up with this until your calves hit the corner of his bed. "Are you not happy here? You didn't even give it a chance."

You take a deep breath, fists clenching. "You didn't give me a choice but to stay with you." you respond.

"You came with me willingly, my love." Jungkook shrugs. The term of endearment annoyed you. 

"You bought me." you deadpan. "My virginity. Not my love or my hand in marriage, Jungkook. This is insane!" you hiss, your arms thrashing around angrily. "You can have any woman you want. You're hot - but I'm not the one who wants you."

"You think I'm hot?" Jungkook cajoled, his eyes brightened. It was as if his mind chose to ignore all your other words and only focused on the compliment of his appearance. "That's a start, my love. You could soon come to love me and what I have to offer you."

You feel Jungkook's hands, warm and surprisingly soft for a man, touch both of your cheeks. His eyes stare down into yours, a low smile on his lips. His thumbs rub against your cheeks calmly. You hate to admit that the act was soothing - as if he was intending to calm you down without saying a word to you. 

"We can see the world, baby." Jungkook's voice lowered. "We can get married in Kefalonia. Have you ever been to Greece? My hyungs all married in different countries and had beautiful weddings." Jungkook's face lowers to yours. "Ours is going to be the best, of course." he whispers. 

You are unsure how you managed to snatch your eyes away from him, but you do. You snatch your head away from his hands, a frown evident on your lips. "I don't want to marry you." you hiss out as angrily as you could. You wished he would catch onto the fact that you didn't want to be forced into marriage with him - no matter how beautiful he promised the wedding would be. As a child, you imagined your wedding would be a moment between you and your loved ones - not a random man who bought your virginity and refused to let you go. 

Jungkook leans back. His tongue pokes his cheeks and he's offended by your words. He hums, lowering his head. "That's fine. You will come to love me as much as I love you in due time."

"You don't fucking love me!" you screech. "You're obsessed-"

Jungkook was quick to silence you. His index, middle and thumb roughly grasps your chin. He yanks you closer to him and he kisses you. You are stunned, far too much to react. It was a brief peck upon your lips before he releases you and strolls out the door, slamming it shut. 

You don't see Jungkook for the rest of the night. You manage to shower and then go to sleep without dinner. When you wake the following morning, you're glad to see that he doesn't return to the bedroom. You took your time away from him to go search through the closet. While Jungkook and you were out for lunch yesterday, the men had displayed your clothing, shoes and accessories inside the large closet. Your hands touch the fabric, the expensive feeling beneath your fingertips made excitement run through you. 

You tried on the dresses and heels he bought, twirling in the mirror to see how it'd all looked on you. You changed many times, from dresses to skirts, dress pants and rompers. From the designer heels, sandals shoes and boots to the variety of purses and hand bags. It wasn't bad to try on the clothes gifted to you - that didn't mean you had a desire to keep them all if it meant you had to marry himn. But as of now, you relished in the large closet.

You are startled at a loud knock. You're wearing a chanel shirt, with a pair of (overpriced for a person like you) fendi pants and two different pairs of shoes when you open the door. You appeared foolish, of course, but you were expecting to see Jungkook - not one of the men in black with a rolling tray. You gulp. "Hello?"

The man bows. He rolls the tray inside the room, an array of food and drinks on it. "Jubu, I'm here to bring your breakfast." the man states. "My name is Jae-beom and I'm assigned as your care-taker."

The man is young, possibly younger than Jungkook and you. You're taken aback by his words. "I'm no housewife." you retort at him, rolling your eyes. "Where's Jungkook?"

"Jeon-ssi is away on business." Jae-beom responds. "I will be in your assistance until he returns. Would you like to go anywhere after breakfast, Jubu?"

Jae-beom was cute, you admit, in a little brother way. He was respectful and by the way he calls Jungkook, respectful to his boss. 

"You can take me home." you suggested. 

"I don't understand? You are home." Jae-beom frowns. 

"Ugh." you turn away from him and look over the breakfast. You see trays of eggs, panjeon and a few meats. Your stomach grumbles at the sight, you not eating dinner the night prior seeming a mistake. "Where am I allowed to go?" you ask Jae-beom, who stands at the doorway as you munch on the food, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Wherever you'd like. If you need to leave the estate, I would need to inform Jeon-ssi before we do and bring a few more men with us."

You roll your eyes. Typical you'll need a secret service with you to even travel without Jungkook. 

"I don't think I need to go anywhere. It's not like I have money." you take a sip of your drink - you chose the orange juice. Your taste buds jump at the delicios taste - it was freshly squeezed. 

"Nonsense!" Jae-beom laughs. "Jeon-ssi left his credit card just for you. I have it here with men whenever you're ready to use it, Jubu!"

Your ears perk. 

You do indeed use it. Within the hour, you and a group of men are out and about. You have nothing to buy - but that doesn't mean you aren't going to swipe your card wherever you could just to spite Jungkook. You offer to buy a mother 3 month supply of pamper and wipes, she tries to hug you when you do, but is stopped by Jae-beom. You bought a crazy amount of jewlery at a jewelry store you never heard of. The amount of gold and diamonds the men held was crazy - and you never had an intention on actually wearing them. So, you hand them out to random people on the street - teenagers, random children, even couples. 

You buy lunch for you and the men, insisting that it was alright for them to eat with you. The meal was expensive, but you had no problem paying it with a credit card that belong to a man you were slowly despising. 

At the end of it all, you were tired as you reached the room. But, you were thankful you hadn't seen Jungkook the entire day. However, you wished Jungkook returned your phone to you - you were growing bored. 

The next day Jungkook had not returned and you were left with Jae-beom again. He follows you wherever you go. You walked around the estate, your eyes trailing at the expensive furniture and extravagant paintings. It was quiet even with the men walking all over inside. 

The day after that you were beyond bored. Jae-beom shows you the theater room where you watch movies for the rest of the day. There was nothing to do but watch the cheesy romantic comedies and terrible cliche horrors. By the end of the night you wondered when Jungkook would return - not as if you missed him. 

By the end of the week, you swam alone. Jae-beom had remained close by in case he had to step in and save you (his own words). You didn't go deep and just floated inside the pool with a sigh - your mind swirling on where Jungkook was and when he would return - if at all. You didn't receive a call from him and when you'd ask Jae-beom, he assured that his boss was alright and would return shortly. 

"Would you like to have dinner with Hee-sun-ah and Momoka-ah?" Jae-beom asks after you shower and dress, your evening swim finishing and leaving you refreshed and tired. 

"Who?" you question. "I don't have any friends with those names." Or friends at all.

"They're Park-ssi's wives."

"Who...?" your brows are rising.

"Jimin-ssi's wives. I have been informed that they wish to meet you over dinner."

You hum. Jimin had two wives - and somehow you aren't surprised. Jimin was an attractive man who was basically sex on legs. He was pure seduction, captivating any and everyone he came across. You felt safe with him, and that could've been deadly if you weren't considered off limits.

Jungkook lifts the shot glass to his lips and downs the clear liquid without a second thought. He slams the glass down roughly and shudders. He licks his lips and pours himself another shot.

The day was tiring. With the new shipment coming through, allowing his dealers to sell them along with dealing with overseas drama and heists, he was tired. He's been driven all around Korea to his sites, meeting business owners who owed him money to pursuading a few men who had nothing to lose to burn down another building that were late on their payments.

In the past after a long day, he desired nothing more than to come home and see you. Now, it was closer for him to visit a nightclub Bangtan owned to drink whatever he desired before having one of their men to take him home.

Jungkook speculates about your well-being. He prays you're alright and safe - even if you would be your safest with him. He prays that you would come back to him - that he would wake up and find you home with him. Or maybe he could find you while he was out and bring you back home where you belonged.

His mind can't stay off of you for long. Were you eating alright? Did you consume enough fluids? Were you getting enough sleep? His mind refuses to think you're dead - he won't know what to do with himself if anything happened to you. He couldn't bring himself to think that - even if some nights his nightmares show images of finding your deceased body.

Somehow he finds himself back at the Brothel, the smell of alcohol on his body. His mind doesn't know what he's doing, it's his body taking over. He feels as though he is outside his body - watching himself from a third person point of view. He speaks with Izumi who is kind and soft spoken to him, even after he nearly assaults one of her girls. He remembers requesting to speak to Ari privately and Izumi agrees, but theres hesitance. She doesn't want to allow him to see Ari, but he was Jeon Jungkook, her boss after all. She could never deny him anything.

His mind recalls Ari entering the room and bows at him. She's frightened, and her eyes never reach his. Jungkook prefers it that way - he's ashamed that his drunken mind comes to the brothel when he desires nothing but you.

Ari knows what he is here for and it's her job to deliver. Jungkook doesn't want foreplay from her - he doesn't even want to look the girl in the face. He shoves her upon the bed and doesn't waste any time in taking her. Ari's glad she had prepared herself before she arrived or the situation would be painful.

Jungkook wasn't here to pleasure her - not many of her clients ever were. He was here solely for his own pleasure. He moans loudly, but he could be as loud as can be simply because he was the owner - that and each room was sound proof. He doesn't moan Ari's name, no. The name he grunted out was Y/N, a burst in her own ego but she wasn't paid to care about another man's desire.

As Jungkook's thrusts inside of Ari's, his words stutter out your name - claiming he loved and missed you; how he wishes you'd come back to him.  His thrusts buckle rougher as he comes closer to his high. His eyes open and even his intoxicated mind wished he hadn't. It wasn't you beneath him like he wished it was - no, it was Ari. His anger spikes and his hands tighten around her throat. Ari yelps out, her eyes widen and heart pumping with fear.

Jungkook thrusts became even more powerful - he didn't care for Ari or her well-being. She wasn't you - she'd never be you. One hand wraps around her throat while the other her lips. He allowed his anger to get the best of him, the sound of his skin slapping against Ari's ass and his words to her - the demeaning words of her being nothing but a whore who'd he'd fuck but never marry. His words were harsh, sure, but his mind didn't allow him to care about her feelings. He repeats them over and over again until Ari herself is crying, reaching her overstimulated orgasm.

Jungkook doesn't cum inside of her, even with his condom on. It felt far too intimate. Instead, he shoves her away and allows himself to cum inside the condom. Ari takes a few moments to catch her breath. She manages to compose herself, her eyes turning towards Jungkook who doesn't return the affection. She witnesses him throwing the condom away and pushing his pants up. He doesn't say anything to her - not a single word or grunt before he leaves her sitting there.

You sat uncomfortably in the chair as your eyes glance between the two women in the room, both with small children. The restaurant chosen was at least 4 stars. You dressed in a pair of casual black trousers and a floral black shirt, the deep v neck adding a simple flair You added a pair of heels and tied your hair in a low bun. The two women were beautiful; Momoka's hair is down her back and jet black, the ends curling. She has a heart-shaped face with the softest brown eyes. Hee-sun's hair was right above her shoulders and died freshly brown, the tips of her hair seeming as sharp and pierced as her eyes. Her jawline is as sharps as her husbands and it's easy to feel insecure in their presence.

"Are you alright?" Momoka asks across from you. She proceeds to pass the small child - no older than two who sported pigtails and a bright pink dress - a piece of fruit. The toddler grabs it into her hands and munchs, the juice squirting out onto her.

You blink a few times before smiling and nodding. You pondered how a man like Jimin could exist - so captivating that two women would agree to bear his child and marry him in these circumstances.

"All of this is weird to you, isn't it?" Hee-sun giggles. She too has a child seated on a high chair next to the toddler, both girls. She takes a sip of her water before continuing. "This is my daughter, Cho-hee. Momoka's daughter is Yui. We don't treat them any differently, I love Yui as if I had her myself."

"As do I love Cho-hee." Momoka nods, her eyes casting down to the toddler who lifts her head after hearing her voice. "We love Jimin dearly. He got us out of the brothel after all."

"B-Brothel?" you murmured, unsure if you heard her correctly.

"Ah, you haven't been told that yet." Heesun clicks her tongue. She picks up her chopstick and begins eating. "I'm not sure how much you know of Bangtan, but yes Momoka and I came from a brothel they own."

Your heart skips a beat and you feel your tongue go numb. You haven't asked Jungkook of his job - you never had the chance to. Deep down, you're unsure if you ever wished to. You knew he was rich and dripped with luxuries and power - the estate and men working for him told you that. He wasn't against killing either - he killed so freely in front of you as if it was an everyday thing for him. The brothel was new to you, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

What didn't was why Jungkook didn't find his wife like Jimin did in a brothel - you were sure they were be willing to get out of it and live the lifestyle you didn't want to.

"Bangtan have connections overseas. I worked in the Japan location while Hee-sun did in Korea." Momoka says.

Your eyes flicker between the two.

"So...you weren't kidnapped?" you ponder lowly.

Momoka giggles and shakes her head.

Hee-sun shakes her head, as well. "No," she says. "Jimin was once a regular client of outs. The type of workers we were, we..." Heesun hums, trying to find the correct words.

"...worked for higher ups. The men of Bangtan; those who weren't married. Jimin, overtime, was our only client. He paid for our time and made sure we didn't sleep with anyone else. By that time came, we had already paid our debt to Bangtan and I could be bought out freely."

Your mind was swirling. Debt? Bought out? Just how far in this "Bangtan" gang were you into?

"You see...I borrowed money from Bangtan that I had to repay. Of course I could be in their debt for years or I go down the more easy route and work in their brothel." Momoka explains. "It isn't a sleezy run down home where everyone is fucking the other. We were in a comfortable position."

Hee-sun nods. "That's true. We got our own rooms and bathrooms. We lived in mansions and only worked on the days we desired to. We were paid good for everything we did, and the men were only wealthy ones who had their life to lose if anything happened to us."

You try to capture all the new found information Hee-sun and Momoka explains to you. They are confident of their past, freely speaking to you without insecurity or regret.

"How did you get here with Jimin? You came willingly?" you question.

Momoka nods, lifting her hand to give you an 'ok' sign with her fingers. "Jimin brought me overseas to Korea with him and asked if Hee-sun and us would be comfortable being with him. At first I was afraid - I was in a foreign country away from home. But Jimin made me feel safe and Hee-sun was welcoming."

"One thing led to another and we've gotten married. Legally - I'm not sure how Jimin managed to put us both as his wives, but Bangtan has many connections." Hee-sun places her hand over Cho-hee head and rubs. "Now we're one happy family together. I wouldn't change anything about it."

The next hour passes and you all eat with little conversations. You admit that Hee-sun and Momoka were a good pair to speak with. You spoke of Jungkook and they listened without judgment. Only they could understand what you were going through - but they were different from you. They were willing to stay with Jimin and do as he said without a bat of an eye. You had no desire to be with Jungkook and a part of this lifestyle. Learning of a brothel was enough for you to know than whatever - and whoever - Bangtan was, you desired to be far from them.

Jae-Beom had left you alone to eat, seated at a far table away from you. You had looked his way many times, each time you found his chewing onto his food with his eyes glancing at you. Today was different from the week prior - Jae-beom didn't bring any of the men with him. You noticed the women also had a few men with them, as well. They had more freedom than you did - they were more complicit than you'd ever be.

"Excuse me." you cough, taking a sip of water before lifting yourself up. "I have to use the restroom."

Both women nod and you make your way across the restaurant. Your eyes meet Jae-beom who gets to his feet in a matter of seconds. "I'm going to the restroom, Jae-beom. Would you like to accompany me?"

"What? No!" Jae-beom shakes his head. "I would never disrespect your privacy, Jubu!"

"That's good." you smile at him. "Sit down and eat. I'll be right back. I had a few too much to drink."

You enter the restroom just as Jae-beom is making his way back to his table. Your eyes scan the large restroom and the first thing you see is the large tinted window. It was obvious that whoever strolled outside could not see in, but the outdoor scenery appeared inviting to you. The grassy field surrounding the resturant to the few cars parked yards away.

You take a deep breath. You wonder if you could escape here and how long it would be until you get away. This wasn't at Jung-hyun's homes - there were people around outside if Jae-beom did manage to get to you. Surely, someone would step in and help - call the police even.

You don't think twice when you grab the metal decorative chair in the middle of the luxury bathroom and crash it against the window. It shatters loudly but you don't care. This was your taste of freedom - this time you were determined to get away.

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Cruel Intentions (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, mafia!Jungkook

Warning: yandere themes, manipulation, oral sex (f receiving), wax play, fingering,

Word Count: 10, 793

Description: Jin receives news of your whereabouts.

"It's been months. Have you found anything of her?"

Jin was growing restless. Jungkook was working his nerves now. Izumi had gotten in contact with him, stating that the girls at the brothel could no longer serve Jungkook because of his behavior. He was far too rough with them, degrading and physically harming them, as well. To think Jungkook was banned - part owner of the same Brothel - was ridiculous. He hadn't seen Jungkook much since their last meeting - the man dodged them like the plague, but he couldn't blame him. He was hurting and missing his wife - lashing out, distracting himself with work and the abuse of the brothel workers was his evidence.

Akio releases a sigh. He leans back into his chair inside Jin's office. He had a break into the case that was Jeon Y/N. She wasn't an easy target to look for - she had no phone, no credit or debit cards to track. Her fingerprints haven't been identified anywhere and her social security hasn't been pinged. It was as though she disappeared from the face of the earth.

For months Akio scoured Korea for any and everything he could find. He was a renowned investigator getting paid billions of won to find a girl that didn't want to be found - it was clear as day. Yet, the money he was offered by Bangtan told him that this wasn't just any girl they were looking for - and that put his money on the line if he couldn't find her. He was far determined to find the missing woman. So he had, for months now.

The job wasn't easy and Akio lived off of cigarettes, coffee and red-bull. The last thing he'd expected was for him to find a lead into the investigation while he was out buying said cigarettes at a local convenience store. A young man appears, greeting the store owner. He looks around the shop at nothing at all, but Akio doesn't pay enough attention to the man. It wasn't until he heard the shop owner speak with him did his interest peak.

"How's your girl?" the shop owner asked, scanning out the snacks the man was buying.

"A-Ah, my girl. You mean Y/N?" the man laughs nervously, a blush staining his cheeks. "She's good. I'm getting these for her now." the boy lifts a few snacks in his hands.

The shop owner nods. "Got to keep them happy. Happy wife, happy life."

The man could do nothing but laugh.

Akio doesn't manage to buy the cigarettes. There was a break in his case and he was determined to find out who this Y/N person was - even if it wasn't you. He follows the boy close by, he walks on foot. He makes sure he's a few yards away from him to not draw attention. Around ten minutes of tailing the man, he arrives at a small home, the grass tall as if to hide from outsiders.

Akio's car windows were tinted and the road was quiet. He stood out in the small country-side town. He drives past just as the man enters his home, but he vows he would return.

Akio does return the following night, camera in his hands. He wears all black to not be caught in snooping. The windows were cracked and curtains drawn and he had a clear view inside the small home. There weren't many neighboring homes, so it was possibly normal for them to leave the curtains open.

Akio snaps as many pictures as he could from the shadows, zooming in on you and the familiar man from the convenience store. The two of you spoke freely, not far touchy feely as he thought you would be. Nonetheless, you were the woman he was searching for - the picture Jin has given him confirming your identity.

"She's a tough one to find. Found her off of pure luck." Akio admits. "If she would've changed her name, we'd never find her." He throws down the envelope onto the mans desks.

Jin doesn't waste any time in snatching the envelope and ripping it open. He scans the photographs, eyes wide and mouth gaping. It was you - smiling, a pure smile at the unfamiliar man. You appeared comfortable and content - Jungkook wouldn't like that.

"Where is she?" Jin stammers. He needed you back as soon as possible - Jungkook's sanity and the woman at the Brothel depended on it.

Akio hums. He crosses his arms. "That'll be extra."

Jin glares at the man. He slams the photos back down onto his desk. "What's your price?"

"100 million won." Akio shrugs.

"For an address?" Jin rolls his eyes. "I'll give you 50 million."

"Deal." Akio smirks. It was easier to start big and make your way down.

Jin's heart was fluttering. He managed to find you and soon, you'll be home. He won't know how Jungkook would react to this information, but his rampage would be done once he has you with him.

"What about the baby?" Jin ponders as Akio was half way out the door, address written down on a piece of paper on Jin's desk.

"There wasn't one." Akio shrugs."Didn't seem like there were any kids in the house at all. Far too quiet."

Jin frowns. He sees Akio out. He knew for a fact that you were pregnant upon leaving and now he ponders if you went through with the pregnancy or did you terminate it. Maybe you did go through with it, but decided it was best left in the care of others. jin's mind wanders to the worse, that maybe the baby didn't survive past the birthing process.

Jin wouldn't tell Jungkook of your pregnancy. It was a secret he was going to take to the grave with him - and could only hope Yoongi would, as well. If there was indeed no baby with you, then he could just show Jungkook the evidence of you being alive. He'd give his dongsaeng your whereabouts and soon his brother would be happy again.

You hold the strappy heels in your hands, the soles of your foot aching. You were unsure how long you were running until your mind told you that you were far from the restaurant. You took alley ways and back roads - probably not the safest option, however you'd rather not be caught by Jae-beom or any of Jungkook's men. You stepped upon the familiar steps of your sisters home. Your fist knocked along the wooden door, hearing footsteps from behind it. Ye-Rim peaks behind the door, and upon realizing it was you, she yanks it open. "Where the hell have you been?" she hisses. "I've been calling you for 2 weeks!"

You walk past her, dropping your heels by the entrance of the door. You let out a sigh or relief - you've made it.

"Where did you come from all dressed up?" Ye-Rim closes the door behind her, locking it before turning. "And sweaty."

"Can I talk about it later?" you huff. You wanted nothing more than to take a nap, exhaustion from running and the last week taking over you. "Where's Soo-ah?" you ask your sister, not seeing your niece anywhere. Usually by now she would've jumped onto you.

"At a friend's." your sister watches as you throw her a nod and walk down the hall to your nieces room. The familiar decked out room - even for a nine year old - was comforting. You don't waste time plopping down onto her bed, the stuffed animals and mountains of pillows hugging you. "You better wash her sheets when you're done!"

You do when you wake hours later. Soo-ah is jumping on you, startling you. She claims that she's happy to see you and you finally came to have the slumber party she has been waiting for. After you wash her sheets, Ye-Rim, Soo-ah and you gather around the dinner table. Soo-ah rambles on and on about nothing in particular. Her friends, whatever shows she enjoys, the music she listens to. It's refreshing to see and hear a child be happy with the life they live - you've been far too consumed in adulthood that you youself wished you were still a naive child.

Your sister doesn't question your stay with her - not even as a week passes. She enjoys your company. You wake up early to get breakfast done for her, yourself and Soo-ah. The girl doesn't have school due to break, so having someone to entertain her while Ye-Rim worked seemed like a win-win, after all since you were her aunt. By the time Ye-Rim was home, it was as if your energy never faded. You managed to keep up with Soo-ah and clean around the house - either by cooking or having food delivered to the home. You were just grateful to finally be away from Jungkook. 

You haven't been outside much. You knew at this point you don't have a job at the grocery store and being caught at your apartment was far too risky. You were unsure if Jungkook was back or not, but you knew for sure that he had men looking for you. You were thankful that he doesn't know your back story enough to find you at your sister's home. In due time, you believe he would give up and your life would go back to normal - you'd eventually find a job and save for another apartment and start a new life.

However, with your luck, nothing ever goes as planned. You were brushing your teeth when your niece came barging in - she never knew personal boundaries. You furrow a brow as she dances around you, a small smile on her lips. "I know something you don't." she sing-songs. 

You wash your mouth and release a snort. "What is that?" you entertain her. 

"You have a boyfriend!" she laughs and before you can question her further, she's already running down the hall. 

You follow behind her, heart pumping and eyes wide. You make it to the sitting room where you are sure your breathing stops. 

Ye-Rim is smiling wide at him - Jungkook. Her eyes is gleaming as if he is Prince Charming himself, enchanting her with whatever bullshit he has made her believe. 

Jungkook smiles at you, a familiar glint of mischeif in his eyes. He stands, you noticed the bouquet of roses in his hands. He's wearing casual clothing - a loose fitted grey sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was fluffy and wavy and if you would've met this Jungkook prior to the man in dark suits, you'd think he came straight from a college dorm. His casual appearance makes him appear younger and more innocent. 

"Baby." Jungkook's deep voice reaches your ears and all you can do is release a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. You can come home whenever you like."

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?!" Ye-Rim scolds, her eyes glaring at you. "He came here frantically looking for you!"

You don't respond, unable to. Jungkook was the last person you'd expect to see. How he managed to find you was beyond yourself right now, and all you did know was that whatever he told your sister wasn't the truth. 

"You left your phone at home and when you didn't come home for a few days I thought you..." Jungkook lowers his eyes to the ground. "...called off the engagement."

"Engagement?" Ye-Rim squeals, so does Soo-ah, the young girl far too engrossed in the conversation than she should be. "Y/L Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you are engaged?!"

Jungkook places the bouquet of flowers onto the coffee table. He rummages through his pockets and takes out a small, rectangular shaped box. Your stomach feels queasy as he opens it, the diamonds shining almost blindly when he holds it out for you. "I changed the ring to something better just for you, baby." he smiles, the smiling mocking you as he steps forward. "I want only the best for you as my fiance."

Soo-ah gasps, she's never seen so many diamonds before in her 9 years of living. Ye-Rim's never had either, and she was nearing her 30's. 

You were ready to faint - your head was spinning and your stomach felt queasy. Your sister knew nothing of your relationship with Jungkook and you wished it remained that way. You didn't want to fight him in front of her or Soo-ah; Jungkook was unpredictable and the last thing you needed was for him to threaten or hurt them in any way. The fact that he has made himself known and got your sister to like him was a form of manipulation - it had to be!

Jungkook's in front of you now. His dark eyes scan your expression. He shows you the ring, his eyes flicking to it to you. "Put it on." he murmurs to you, inaudible to the watching eyes of your sister and niece. "I'll deal with your punishment later, baby. We can't have my sister-in-law and niece thinking anything is wrong."

You wished you'd ran farther away - somewhere he'd never find you. Now that he knew where your sister resided, the constant fear of him hurting her or Soo-ah remained in your mind. He had you where he wanted you - frightened to ever leave him again.

You allow Jungkook to slide the ring upon your finger. The size was a perfect fit and you could do nothing but allow his arms to wrap around you. He was excited to have you back with him, even if you were sure he'd give you hell later on. 

"I apologise," Jungkook releases from his hug and pulls you closer, arms around your waist. He turns towards your sister. "for coming unannounced. I went to see Se-hun-hyung and he suggested she'd be here."

Your throat runs dry. He's seen Se-hun...your brother. That means he knows much more than he led on. He speaks of Se-hun as if he was well acquainted with him. You knew for a fact that Se-hun never met Jungkook prior to now and the fact that this man had enough power to find you with little resources tells you that escaping him would never be easy - not wen he was determined to keep you so close. 

"It's no problem." Ye-Rim smiles at him. Her eyes glance towards you. "Are you alright, Y/N?"

You feel Jungkook's hand squeeze your waist. His lips kiss your temple and all you could do is nod and offer a fake smile. "Just...overwhelmed." you say lowly.  Of course, it had nothing to do with being a fiance like your sister assumed, but had everything to do with you being stuck with Jungkook for who knows however long. 

"I would love to have you for dinner tonight." Jungkook says, a smile on his lips. "I've already invited your other siblings to our engagement dinner." Jungkook glances down at you and tilts his head. "If you'd like...we can let the kids play in the pool for a bit while the adults speak."

"You have a pool?!" Soo-ah gasps. She was sold already - and all it took was a pool and a diamond ring.

Jungkook nods, his smile widening. "Big enough for all of you to enjoy."

"Really?" Soo-ah's eyes widened. "There's 9 of us!"

You drown out the conversation. There was nothing you could do now but leave with Jungkook after he gives Ye-Rim the address and what time to be there. He grabs the bouquet of flowers and soon you both are out the door, his waving goodbye to your sister who waves back just as excitedly. As you enter the car, your head is low. He isn't driving this time. You are unsure who it is by the tinted privacy window blocking from witnessing the driver.

Jungkook sits next to you. His demeanor changes as the driver pulls away from your sister's house. He releases a few deep chuckles. "You just keep trying your luck." he murmurs.

You don't say anything and watch the scenery pass by. You're upset with yourself for not fighting back - but there was only so much you're willing to do in front of your family. You knew how unpredictable Jungkook was and you didn't know how he'd ruin their lives if you refused him.

"Are you going to lock me away for a week, again?" you murmur dryly.

"I could." Jungkook retorts. "Not show you any sunlight until our marriage. But what man would I be doing?"

You snort.

"How about I make you a deal." Jungkook says. His hand touches your thigh and rubs gently.

"The last time I made a deal with you, I ended up being forced to marry you." you slap his hand, but he doesn't move it.

"You should be lucky to marry a wealthy man, baby. You spent millions of won on my credit card out of spite - I'm no fool." you hear him say. Your head turns to see his reaction, but you don't get the one you're expecting. "I'm not upset with you, baby. You can spend all of my money."

You frown and roll your eyes back.

"But, what I'm not going to tolerate is you escaping left and right and embarrassing me further. I had to fly home from Japan because Jae-Beom called me frantically." Jungkook squeezes your thigh. "He's on leave, as of right now. He had the simple task of watching you and couldn't even do that."

You glance his way. "What do you mean leave?" you ask lowly. You enjoyed Jae-beom's presence, he was a nice and sweet boy. He made you comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn't his fault you valued your freedom far too much.

"Jae-beom is loyal. He's not fired, just sent away on an assignment outside of Seoul. I'll have to give you a better caretaker - someone who isn't easy to step on." Jungkook smirks at your attempt to glare at him. "Or I can take you with me next time on business. When we're married, you'll have input on decisions I make."

"I have no interest in making any decisions in your...business." you retort.

"Ah, but you've yet to hear what my new deal is." Jungkook wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you closer. Your head is in his chest and his hands laid upon your arm. You try to fight, but you aren't a match for him. "It involves your family after all."

Your breathing hitches at the mention of your family. You remain still - Jungkook's fingers rub gently against your arm.

"I bet you didn't think I would find you, baby." Jungkook snickers. "I knew about your family since the day I met you. I do my research. I'm no rookie in this game, Y/N." You feel as though your life was ending. Each revelation Jungkook shows you about himself lets you understand that when he wanted something, nothing was going to halt him from attaining it.

"What do you want?" you sigh out. You were tired of fighting against him. No matter where you ran off to, he was there in a matter of seconds. He found you effortlessly and made an impression on your sister and niece that it was evident they loved him already.

"You, of course. Your love and devotion. I know it won't happen overnight, baby. But you have to stop fighting with me." Jungkook kisses your head. "You have a total of 6 nephews and 3 nieces." Jungkook says. He's done his research. "Ye-Rim has Soo-Ah, who loves to dance but can't seem to afford lessons on her moms salary."

You gulp. Your hand grasps his shirt - you knew where he was going with this.

"Ye-Rim has a hard time keeping a job when she has Soo-ah. I know she's an amazing cook and has dreams of owning her own restaurant." Jungkook's chin lays itself on your head as he speaks. "Se-hun has 4 children who all need to make it to college one day. I know he's created his own manhwa and wishes for it to be published. Even Ye-chan could use some help with her own 4 children. Your family would never see struggle as long as you remain by my side."

You're crying now, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. You felt trapped with no way out. Jungkook was willing to fund your sibling's lifestyle to make their own dreams come true just for your hand in marriage - and an eventual child. It would be selfish to say no to that, wouldn't it? Se-hun works doubles while his wife works part-time whenever she can. They lived in a small 2 bedroom juggling 4 kids. Ye-chan hasn't worked in years with her own 4 kids running around and though Ye-Rim only had 1, it was hard juggling a job while Soo-ah grew older and her needs increased.

"But of course, I don't fully trust you yet." Jungkook murmurs. "I would hate to do this to you, but you proved to me that you cannot fully be trusted."

You remain silent, your ears waiting for him to continue.

"I'm going to have to chip you." Jungkook holds you tighter when you try to push yourself away from him. "Don't be upset. It is a part of the deal, after all. I will need to know where you are at all times in order for me to care for you and your family. If not..." Jungkook shrugs.

"I'm not a dog." you hiss, feeling your anger boiling. The disrespect was growing unbelievable. You were already forced to be married to this man and have a child with him - all because he chose you instead of another woman.

Jungkook strokes your head. "You aren't. But you're not trustworthy. That's the deal, Y/N. Oh, by the way, Hyun-woo is being released from prison." Jungkook says, his chin lifting from your head.

His statement makes your head snap up at him. You scan his eyes with yours for any hint of deceit. "He got over 5 years." you mumble.

"Anyone can be set free for the right price." Jungkook shrugs.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't believe you." It wasn't unbelievable - Jungkook was a man of many wonders. But you didn't want to see him as your sister did - as some sort of Prince Charming coming into your life to sweep you off your feet.

"And that's okay. Someone has to pay for his rehab." Jungkook eyes watch your reaction. You try to hide the surprise, but he catches it. "I'll pay for it all as long as you're by my side. Run again, I'll just find you. But your siblings lives would be the effect of doing so."

"I wonder when Eomma's coming back." Soobin murmurs to himself, his eyes scanning outside the window. She had insisted she was going for a short walk and didn't need him pestering her into going. The walks she went on could last for up to an hour, and with the sun setting he wasn't prepared to not worry for her. It was in his nature.

Soobin strolls through the laundry room where you stand, eyes wide and mouth agape. He furrows a brow at you, freezing into his spot. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks. You didn't drop anything by your feet and by the looks of it, you were getting laundry started.

"I...yeah." you softly release a giggle. "Um, I think my water broke." was the response that almost made Soobin faint.

Soobin widen his eyes - so wide that you were sure they would pop out the socket. He starts fumbling with his words, unsure of what he was supposed to do at this moment. His mother wasn't here and he wasn't fit to deliver a child. He glances down by your feet and see's the small puddle - not what he's expected, yet again all the information he ever got from pregnancy was from a movie.

"I think I need to shower." you sigh, shaking your head. Before you do, you start the washer and make your way out of the laundry room, a stunned Soobin behind you.

"You're about to give birth to Jin-Seon!" Soobin gasps. He was more frightened than you were. "What if he pops out of you in the shower and drowns?"

You turn to Soobin to roll your eyes. "Labor can take hours, Soobin." you assure. "Besides, I feel fine now."

Soobin follows behind you in protest. Why in the world did you care about showering at a time like this?

"What if you fall and hurt yourself?" Soobin shakes his head. "This is a bad idea. I'm going to go out and fine Eomma-"

"Soobin." you sigh, raising your hands up at him. "I'll be fine. I promise."

Soobin nods. He was sweating now.

"How about you make us some tea? You look like you need it more than me. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Soobin does as he is told. He's shaking as he makes the tea, his mind screaming that you should be in bed and not showering as if it's a regular day. But, you were stubborn much like his mother. So as he prepares the tea, still shaking with nerves, he places them upon the tray and is about to go towards the guest room when the door opens.

"Eomma!" Soobin sighs in relief, dropping the tray of tea without thinking. It smashed against the floor and all Byeol can do is shake her head. "Damn it," Soobin murmurs between his teeth. "I'll clean this up. Y/N is in labor!"

Byeol can only shake her head. She makes her way towards the laundry room as soon as she hears the dryer go off. Soobin is following behind her in disbelief. "Did you hear me, Eomma? Y/N-"

"Yes." Byeol nods, taking the laundry from the dryer. "Is she in the guest room?"

"She's showering." Soobin throws his arms around in disbelief. "ow could she be showering at a time like this?"

"I was washing dishes when I went into labor with you." Byeol shrugs. "That didn't stop me from washing dishes, either. She'll be okay for now, Soobin."

You're silent the remainder of the ride back to Jungkook's estate. His words are replaying in your mind - your brother being released from prison and sent to rehad. His willing to pay for your siblings dream jobs and your nieces schooling. It was a ploy in your mind, of course. You didn't doubt that he wouldn't pay it, but that meant you would have to be his and go along with the marriage and - unfortunately - give him a child.

The car stops in front of the estate and you release a sigh of defeat. Your escape attempt was once again foiled by Jungkook - this time you had no idea how he knew so much of your siblings. You don't question him, however, not yet. You allow him to hold your hand as he brings you inside the estate. As he opens the door to the estate and walks you inside, your eyes trail along the walls. All familiar pictures - too familiar. As you stroll deeper inside and come to the sitting room, your heart is pounding and your hand unknowingly squeezes Jungkook's.

Jungkook squeezes your hands in return before releasing them. He hugs you from behind, a soft smile on his lips. "I thought you needed something to make you feel more at home." he murmurs in your ear.

Your eyes scan the familiar pictures of you and your family on the walls - some mixed with his own family members, including Jimin and the other men you have yet to officially meet. Your apartment must be no longer yours - the display of pictures and personal belongings told you such. You can even see your diploma from High School hanging next to his own. You hum.

Your eyes catch onto another picture. You tilt your head to get a full look of it. Your breathing slows when you realize it's a picture of you holding Eun-Ji in your arms at lunch, Jungkook seated next to you with a smile. You aren't smiling, but instead looking down at the baby in your arms.

Jungkook catches your vision and smiles. He hugs you closer to his body. "Hyung gave me that picture. Isn't it cute?"

You swallow. You don't recall any of them taking pictures of you at lunch. Your conclusion is that Jung-hyun had cameras in his home - and if that's true, that means he knows of Eun-Young helping you escape. For her sake, you hope the cameras do not extend to Eun-Ji's room. There was something wrong with both of them, something sinister that you're saddened that the two of you got caught into.

"It is cute." you agree. It was better to agree than fight against him. You feel Jungkook hug you tighter, his lips kissing your neck. You're stiff as he does this. You know fighting him would do nothing but make him retaliate. Now that you know that your family's lives are at stake here, you have to think wisely.

"I got you a gift." Jungkook turns you around to go through his pockets. He takes out a phone - not yours, but a brand new one. "I'll be good to you if you're good to me, okay?" Jungkook murmurs, placing the phone into your hands. "Of course there's rules you'll need to follow. No attempting to contact anyone and spreading lies."

You snicker and roll your eyes.

"I've already put your old sim card inside." Jungkook explains. "All of my cards are added on there in case you need something. You have no limit, of course. You know that."

Jungkook was attempting to gain your love and loyalty - it was clear now. The pictures on the walls, the phone, him offering to fund your siblings lifestyle. It was all coming together as one, but it had a price. You being chipped as if you were a pet of his. You weren't fond of the idea - that meant that you'd truly never be able to escape him.

"If you're here to tell me I'm banned from the Brothel, Hyung, then save it." Jungkook huffs out, taking a shot. "I've already been told."

Jungkook himself thought it was ludacris to be banned from an establishment that he had a hand in creating - but he didn't dwell on the fact. He didn't like any of the women there and only went to get the release he needed. It wasn't a secret that he could be a little too rough and degrading to them - but that's what they were paid for. He wasn't there to satisfy them.

Jungkook now sat crossed legged in his sitting room, a bottle of unknown liquor for himself. A few buttons of his shirt were undone and he was ready to drink himself to sleep.

Jin snarls as he looks at Jungkook. He slams the envelope down by his feet on the coffee table. He nods at him, motioning him to open them. Jungkook furrows a brow, but does regardless. He takes the bottle and places it on the ground before grabbing the envelope. "Does this have anything to do with the new port?"

Jin shakes his head. He examines Jungkook's face when he opens the envelope and takes out the pictures of you and the mysterious man. He notices the way his fingers clench onto the pictures of you and the mysterious man, both smiling at one another. His breathing is surprisingly calm, but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, Jin knows he is anything but.

Jungkook's hands are clenching to the point that he is crumbling the pictures slowly. His vision is getting hazy and all he knows is that he has a desire to put a bullet hole through the man in the picture.

"We found her." Jin's voice catches Jungkook off guard. He forgot the older man was still there - his anger getting the best of him.

Jungkook swallows. He throws the pictures down onto the coffee table, a snarl on his lips. He stands. "Where is she?" he snaps, eyes wide with anger.

"Calm down." Jin demands, raising his hands. "You aren't going to her like this."

Jungkook snaps his head to Jin, a ferocious look in his eyes. "Like hell I'm not!" he hisses. His fists are clenched. In each picture he witnessed, the smile you wore on your lips was genuine to another man. He returned the smile, his eyes seemingly beaming in the pictures as he looked at you.

"You're angry." Jin retorts. "You aren't yourself when you're angry. How about this..." Jin steps towards Jungkook. He knew the pictures would set him off - which is why he waited a week for it to be showed to him. He didn't need Jungkook to act out of impulse and kill everyone in sight because of this. "I'll allow you to go tomorrow when you're calm and sober."

"I'm not drunk." Jungkook deadpans. "What if she isn't there tomorrow?" Jungkook couldn't stand the thought of losing you twice.

"She will be. I promise." Jin assures. By the looks of it, you made yourself comfortable with the unknown man, the smile on your lips is a geniune smile he hasn't seen you wear while with Jungkook. Jin stands straighter, his eyes narrowing at Jungkook. "I'll give you the location tomorrow. Now, clean up around here and yourself for her arrival."

Jungkook nods slowly. Jin's eyes trail along with Jungkook as he takes a hold of the few liquor bottles and the line of shot glasses. He doesn't bother doing anything with them but throwing it away. His mind couldn't stay on one topic. You were alive - and he was grateful. You appeared healthy enough, yes. Face fuller, smile wide and eyes shining. What he didn't expect was the other man in the pictures. His mind was telling him to put a hole - or several - into his body for even daring to look at you that way. But he had to be calm. You were alive and seemingly well. You didn't appear hurt or trapped - and he will tell himself that you were on a vacation of the sorts. Now, it was time for you to come home. 

"Why do you think she left, hyung?" Jin hears Jungkook ask him after a moment. He's still, not looking at him. 

Jin swallows. He can't bring it to tell Jungkook the truth of your pregnancy. The truth was - he himself was unsure why you left. He would assume it had to do with the past and the sudden pregnancy, yet he wasn't certain. Telling Jungkook what he did know would for sure send him to a spiral that he wouldn't be able to control without his brothers. It would be a secret he kept to himself and take to his grave - hopefully Yoongi would, as well. 

"I'm not sure." Jin responds. "What matters now is she's coming home. You and her would be able to reunite." Jin sighs. "You'll have to treat her right, Kookie."

Jungkook looks at Jin. 

"I'm not saying you haven't. But she isn't like anyone else. She was never dependent on anyone but herself. It would take a while for her to become dependent on you." Jin turns, ready to leave. "Be the man to her you wish your father was. She will come around, I promise."

Jungkook's estate was a wonderland to your nieces and nephews. Like promised, they all swam - except your youngest nephew, he was just a baby. He sat with your sister, Yechan, and Eun-Young, who sat with a sleeping Eun-Ji. Upon their arrival, you got a quick hug from your nieces and nephews before they were outside playing in the pool - being escorted by one of Jungkook's men. You watched from afar. Your siblings children were pure menaces to society, and all of the in one place would sure be hell for whoever was watching them. Soo-ah had her small fist wrapped around one of Jungkook's men's hair, demanding he throw her onto the pool. He does so, making sure she doesn't drown - he'll just have to deal with Jungkook if anything happened to the hellions.

Jungkook and you had dressed for dinner, making sure you two appeared like a lovely couple. You come to realize that Jungkook planned far ahead. Your siblings marveled at the large estate and enjoyed seeing the many pictures hung up - that told you his plan was to make them feel at home and welcomed, even if you didn't. Jungkook and Sehun talked about different animes and manhwa, which surprised you because you never knew Jungkook was a man of such - or was this a facade? He wine-tastes with Ye-Rim and shows Ye-chan the expensive decorative china cabinet he had on display.

You hum, a frown on your lips. Jungkook knew far too much of your siblings, down to what they enjoyed in their free time. You didn't want them to like Jungkook - and you knew they wouldn't if you just told them the truth. But, involving them in this would do more harm than good. So, you respected Jungkook's wishes. You allowed him to wrap his arms around you and give you little kisses here and there - much to your dismay. You gave him tight-knit smiles when you noticed him looking your way and even laughed at jokes your ears never even bother to hear.

All because you knew in the end, your family would be taken care of.

When dinner comes around, the children don't attend - much to the man, whose name is Kai, dismay. There were 8 kids against him, and they were winning. Your siblings, along with Junghyun and Eun-Young, are all sitting around eating the food prepared by the chef. It was flassy and exquisite - a way for Jungkook to show off his wealth. Your ears barely hear what they were speaking of, but knew by the sparkling eyes and smiles that your siblings were enchanted by Jungkook. And once upon a time, you were, as well.

"We have an extra building downtown that could be used as a store." Junghyun nods to Ye-Rim. "We don't use it, right, Kookie?"

Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his wine, his right hand on your thigh. "I was thinking of selling it." he says. But his eyes catch yours and he smiles. "But Y/N and I thought it could be opened into a resturant for you."

Ye-Rim's eyes widens as she looks between you and Jungkook.

Se-hun gasps, as does Ye-chan.

You avert your eyes, feeling Jungkook's hands squeeze your thighs. "That's true." you nod in agreement.

"We wanted to give back to you all." Jungkook smiles. "And invest in your dreams. And our nieces and nephews. I envy such a big family Y/N has."

You sigh inaudibly, but allow your lips to form a smile to your speechless siblings. Soon, Jungkook is making meeting arrangements with Se-hun and Ye-Rim to open their businesses. No matter how many times Ye-chan politely declines, she eventually gives into the funds Jungkook wants to arrange for her and her children. Your siblings were sold, and soon you'll be, too.

Towards the end of the night when the children were far too tired to keep harassing poor Kai and dinner was done, the house was quiet again. You climbed the stairs to the bedroom to get changed. Your siblings had hugged you tightly, exclaiming that you found the perfect fiance - if they only knew.

"Eun-Young." you bowed as you witness her passing you, a sleeping Eun-Ji in her arms.

"Y/N." she smiles, her voice low and soft. Jungkook and Jung-hyun were speaking elsewhere, possibly of illegal arrangements. "I hope you're alright."

You nod. She was the sole person who could relate to your situation. You wish you could see her more often.

"I hope you don't mind...I left something in your room." she murmurs, her eyes telling you something deeper without saying a word. "Please get it before he does."

You watch her walk past you and down the same stairs you came up from. You make your way to the bedroom, seeing the small rectangular box laid on top of the made bed. You lift it up and scan it - nothing out of the ordinary. You open the box, examining the small, circular pills. Your heart skips a beat. A small paper laid inside of it.

'Please hide these somewhere safe. I'd hate to see you go through the same I have.'

You're mentally thanking Eun-Young. You are unsure how she managed to get her hands on birth control, but you're thankful. You counted at least a year's supply of it. You take the box and make your way to the closet, finding the best spot would be deep inside one of the many designer purses Jungkook got you. You take one before you do - it was a matter of time before Jungkook would want to be intimate with you.

"Baby?" Jungkook's voice calls. You scurry to make your way to the opened closet door before he comes. "There you are." he coos, smiling fondly at you.

You nod your head at him. He comes closer to you, wrapping you in a hug. You allow him, your cheek against his chest.

"I'm proud you didn't embarrass us today." Jungkook says, chin on your head. You bite back a remark. "It's easier that way, Y/N. You'll have everything you want in the long run."

"And what if what I want you refuse to give me?" you ponder aloud.

"Then you'll have to think of something you know I would give you, silly." Jungkook releases you, his hands holding yours. His eyes flicker to your face. "Have you thought about what we discussed?"

"With you chipping me as if I'm not a human being?" you retort, snatching your hands away from him. You turn away from him.

"I wouldn't have to if I could trust you, baby." Jungkook sighs. "You ran from me twice already. I can't have you attempting it again."

Your mind races. You thought about the previous conversation, how he would give you whatever you desired. You'd have to make a horrible situation into a less ideal one. Your turn back to him, his eyes watch you curiously. You were going to have to fake it until you had his trust - then you'd be freed.

You wrap Jungkook into a hug, head in his chest. He was taken aback, but he hugs you nonetheless.

"How would you be able to find me if I'm chipped?" you question.

"Through my phone." Jungkook responds. "It'll allow me to see where you're at. At all times."

You nod your head. It was unsettling, but if he was going to hold your family against you, then you'd have to give it your all. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Jungkook responds.

"I want to know where you're at when we're not together." you lift your head from his chest and look into his eyes. They were wide with bewilderment. "Your job isn't...exactly safe. It'll give me peace of mind knowing where you're at. And you can do the same for me."

If you were going to be chipped like a dog - then he would have to be, as well.

Before he could respond, you place your lips on his. Jungkook shudders, her grip on you tightening.

"Okay." Jungkook agrees when you push away.

You smile at him. Slowly, you'll gain his trust. Then, you'll plan your freedom.

Soobin sighs in relief when he hears the faint cries of a baby. It had been hours upon hours of the labor. His mind thought the baby would come within the next 45 minutes, not the next 12 hours. He couldn't stay past 5 minutes in the same room as you. You were sweating and crying when he did and that nearly made him cry. Instead he remained outside the room, assisting whatever way he could. He had to remember to thank his own mother for going through with what he had to hear you go through.

Within the next hour he finally makes his appearance in the guest room, only poking his head in. He doesn't enter, still frightened, but he does see the small mop of dark hair that you're cradling in your arms. Your eyes are on him - Jin-Seon - a warm curve to your lips. It was a beautiful sight to see, after all. A mother's love was strong.

Byeol had bathed the baby before she had given him to you and left the room to give the two of you privacy.  You were exhausted. Your eyes were droopy and your head was hurting, but the small noises Jin-Seon made was worth the hours of pain you endured. 

The next day, Soobin's friend had returned to check on you and the baby. She assured you and Byeol everything was alright and healthy. She stitches the tears before leaving, stating she could return a week from then. 

"You don't want to hold him?" you ask Soobin after a week, whose head dart up at your question. 

"I-I don't want to drop him!" Soobin shakes his head. "Or squeeze him. What if he doesn't like me? Or  make him cry?"

You laugh at the many scenarios Soobin goes through. "He's only a week old." you retort. "He's not going to mind you holding him. Here."

Soobin is terrified. It was as though Jin-Seon wasn't a newborn baby and instead a grown man threatening his life. He sits next to you, gulping. Gently, you place Jin-Seon in his arms. The baby blinks his eyes a few times at Soobin - who is so scared, yet flattered at the acknowledgment. Soobin's stiff, afraid that if he moves Jin-Seon would be uncomfortable and never allow him to be held again.

Jin-Seon stretches in Soobin's arms. He opens his small lips wide and turns his head to Soobin's chest. 

"Ah, he's hungry." you giggle at the sight of your son. You take him back, preparing to feed him. 

Soobin lightly chuckles. He stands. "Thank you." he nods. 

You furrow a brow at him. "For what?"

"For everything." Soobin murmurs. "For giving birth to Jin-Seon. For trusting me to hold him."

You release a laugh, but your smile is bright. Soobin was a breath of fresh air. Byeol raised him to be one of a kind - and you're grateful that fate has brought you to him and Byeol. "You don't need to thank me, Soobin. I should be thanking you for being an amazing friend to me." you admit. "I'm not sure where Jin-Seon and I would be if it wasn't for the two of you."

The room would have been dark if it wasn't for the flickering candle on the nightstand close to Jungkook and the moon shining peaking through the curtains. Jungkook had suggested it would calm any nerves - it was eucalyptus and mint. It was calming, you'd give him that, however you refused to sleep. Jungkook's arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips buried in your neck. You could hear his breathing and feel his warm breath against you.

You remove yourself from him, your back leaning against the headboard. Jungkook doesn't wake and instead goes onto his back and continues his slumber. Your eyes watch his body through the dim flickering lights, his chest contracting and releasing with each breath he takes. You've never seen Jungkook sleep officially. The first night you slept besides him you were so exhausted that you slept all the way through. It's been weeks since you've shared a bed with him. 

Your eyes are narrow. He was sleeping peacefully, almost like a baby. His lips were spread just as his limbs were. He was in an utterly peaceful deep sleep. That irrated you. 

You pondered if you hated Jeon Jungkook. The answer should be easy. He forced you into an engagement and refused to let you go. However, he did get your brother removed from prison and sent to a rehab. He is giving Ye-Rim her own restaurant to start. He's allowing Se-hun to have his own Manhwa published around the nation and Yechan a lumpsum of money to live comfortably. Could you hate a man who is willing to do that just for your hand in marriage?

Your mind never wandered to a dark place. You never thought about harming yourself to get rid of Jungkook. But, what if you harmed him...? Surely that would allow you the freedom you needed. Yes, you would possibly not be given any money but...

You swallow. Slowly, you lift yourself, throwing your legs around Jungkook. You sit directly on top of him. He wore nothing but the boxer briefs to bed and you hum. Slowly, your hands placed themselves onto Jungkook's face, your eyes watching him lick his lips as he slowly regain consciousness. 

You then slowly trailed your hands from his face to his neck, then his shoulders. Jungkook's eyes flutter open, his eyes trying to adjust to the room to see you on him. Quickly - far too quickly - did you feel him grow hard beneath you. His hands grab your hips. "Are you okay, baby?" Jungkook's voice was raspy and deep when he spoke to you.

You hum out a response and nod. You are unsure about what you're doing. You grind your hips against him. Jungkook bites his lips, nails digging into your hips. He's keeping you steady so you won't move away from him. 

Your keep the grinding pace, your right hand slowly trailing upwards. You lean down, your lips centimeters from his. You can feel his breathing hitch as you caught his lips on your own.

Jungkook's hands are on your ass now. He feels euphoric to have you on him without him initiating it. You remove his lips from yours, giving it a quick bite before moving away entirely. His eyes are closed, goosebumps filling his body entirely. Then, he releases a sharp, loud scream when he feels a sudden hot feeling onto his chest. 

You tilt your head, a satisfied smirk on your lips as you watch Jungkook squirm beneath you when the candal wax reaches his bare chest. Jungkook jolts up, the candle falls next to you on the bed. Luckily you had made sure to blow the fire out. You feel Jungkook grab both of your wrist, a wide eyed expression on his face. 

"Did that hurt?" you murmur, trying not to laugh at the situation. 

Jungkook licks his lips. "Why'd you do that?"

Jungkook wasn't sure if he was upset or horny. The sudden feeling of the candle on his catches him off guard, yet it does nothing but make his cock twitch. 

"You looked too peaceful for my liking." you shrug. You were unsure yourself. You wanted to hurt him, to make him feel pain like you did. 

Jungkook connects your lips with his. It catches you by surprise the way he does it so needily.

"I feel like you want to hurt me, baby." Jungkook murmurs. He sends kisses against your skin. "I want you to sit on my face."

You push yourself back. "What?" you stammer. 

Jungkook chuckles. "I want you to sit on my face." he repeats. "I want to taste you. It's obvious you want to hurt me but don't want to go to great lengths in doing it."

You could only stare at Jungkook as he speaks. He amazes you - his logic. 

"I'll allow you to hurt me. As long as it doesn't go too far." Jungkook mumbles. He licks his lips at the thought of you sitting on his face. 

"You...liked that?" you stammered again. A part of you was hoping he'd want nothing more to do with you.

Jungkood nods hastily. At your hesitance, he tilts his head. "Has anyone ever ate you out?"

You shake your head. The conversation was growing suffocating. 

Jungkook's cock leaps again. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." he quickly exclaims. "I just want you to sit on my face and throw more candle wax on me."

Jungkook was a masochist. That caught you off guard. His eyes were gleaming for you to do it, almost begging. 

"O...Okay." you agree hesitantly. Jungkook can feel you clench your legs, and that tells him you want the same thing as him. 

"Turn around." he commands. Your back is facing him. He grabs the candle and places it into your hands. "Let's light it." he speaks more to himself than you. The electric lighter is on the nightstand when he grabs it. He wastes no time in lighting it for you. "Okay, are you ready?"

You aren't sure if you were, but you nod your head. You feel him gently grip the shorts you wore and begin to tug them down, along with the underwear beneath them. You're now bare in front of him - something you've never been. Jungkook sucked in a breath. He grabs you. You yelp when he lays his body down on the bed, you on top of him. "W-What if I suffocate-"

"It'll be alright." Jungkook hastily responds. He doesn't care if you suffocate him - it'll be a good way to pass out. 

You slowly lean down, and Jungkook takes this as his moment to stick his tongue out and swipe it along your clit. Both of you shudder. Goosebumps prickle along your arms at the weird - yet satisfying - sensation of Jungkook's tongue. Both of his hands hold your thighs close so you don't attempt to move away from him. 

You release a moan that strives for Jungkook to lick against your faster. He pushes you down onto him so you're straddling his face, his head moves from side to side. You could hear his tongue lap between your folds, your wetness and his saliva mixing into one. The act of getting eaten out was new to you - it reminded you of wet kisses. It was a pressure that sat on the edge of your stomach. You felt your body tingling all over. 

You nearly forgot the candle was in your hands until you felt Jungkook jump beneath you. You had unintentionally dripped the candle wax onto his stomach. By the way Jungkook does nothing but lick you harder, you deem that he enjoys the sudden act of pain. 

You stagnately grind against his tongue, a bite of your lip. The feeling was amazing, and a part of you hated it. You didn't want Jungkook to make you feel this good; afraid that you would become too blind to leave.

You whimper when Jungkook harshly slaps your ass, and in retaliation you drip some more wax onto him, this time on his abdomen. 

Jungkook moans against your clit, his tongue entering inside of you. You were definitely a virgin, far too tight for your (and his) own good. He's having the time of his life beneath you and feels as though he can eat you out for hours. The euphoric slight burning sensation to his skin, mixed with the sounds of your moans has him dripping with Pre-Cum. He wish he could fuck you - but he decides he'd rather wait.

You're caught off guard when Jungkook lifts himself up. In a swift movement he grabs the candle and nearly throws it onto the nightstand. He flips you so now you're beneath him. He kisses your lips - the wet juices now staining your lips. "I'm going to make you cum, okay baby?" Jungkook mewls. Your legs are wide open for him and all you can do is nod. 

His fingers play with your clit. His eyes watch your expressions with lustful eyes. He begins to rub, the sounds of your arousal is a sound he never wants to forget. 

Your head is pushed back. Jungkook slaps your legs open each time you attempt to close them. His submissive behavior is gone, and now he is determined to make you cum by all means. 

"I'm going to enter two fingers inside of you." Jungkook says. "It'll feel good eventually. I promise."

The push of his fingers inside of you makes you clench your eyes shut at the pressure. It's an act you haven't even done yourself, but slowly with each thrust of his fingers, it begins to feel good. 

Jungkook makes sure to go slow and steady, not too much to upset you and cause any discomfort. He can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look. The candle is still flickering and the moon is shining through the curtains and onto your face so heavenly. "You're so beautiful, baby." Jungkook moans.

With quivering eyes, you open them and look at Jungkook. His thrust comes more rapidly, and you can feel a weird sensation deep in your stomach. You hold eye contact with him. Your mouth opens to stutter out a throaty moan and soon you feel a sensation pool out of you. 

Jungkook moans with you. He doesn't care how messy you are while cumming, he enjoys it. It pools out of you hastily and you fall back into the pillows, hooded eyes staring into him. 

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. Eyes still looking into yours, he offers you a smile. 

You had came while looking into his eyes. You were utterly fucked. 

You're washing dishes - something you do when you're nervous. You're trying to ease your paranoia and think of something other than Byeol. You were alone with Jin-Seon for the night - at least until Soobin came home from the hospital. Byeol had been sick for a few days, but insisted she was fine. That was until the older woman was coughing up blood and had no choice but to go to the Hospital.

You hoped Byeol was well - you loved the older woman as if she was your own mother. She cared for you without knowing your back story. She loved Jin-Seon as if he was her flesh and blood - just as Soobin did. Their lack of judgment is what makes you worry for them. Their kind souls are too good for this world.

Your ears perk up when you hear rusting coming from the door. You don't turn around quickly, knowing it had to be Soobin entering. You turn off the water and flap your hands around. "Is she alright?" you asked Soobin. "I can't believe she..."

You turn around and your face falls and you stiffen.

"Y/N. Baby." Jungkook says. His eyes are shining when he sees you. It's been months and he feels as though he could cry in excitement. "You're beautiful. Glowing." he murmurs.

"Jungkook. W-What...how-"

Jungkook comes closer and you're trembling. He was the last person you were expecting to see. After the months - almost a year - of not seeing him, your mind told you that you were safe from seeing him. Your heart wished he found someone else to fulfil his desires of a wife and child.

"I looked everywhere for you." Jungkook saunters closer. "I've spent millions of won to just find you. It's as though you're determined to make my life a living hell." Jungkook laughs - a deprived but genuine laugh. "I've killed so many men for you. I put bullets into men for you..." he steps closer. "I bent over backwards for you, Y/N."

Your heart is beating out your chest. Your eyes trail behind him and besides him to look for an opening to run. You do, but you can hear him close behind you. As you reach the closed door to your room, you feel Jungkook's hands in your hair. As you open it hastily, it closes with a loud bang. You curse - Jin-Seon would surely wake up by the sound.

Jungkook pushes you back and tugs you into a tight hug. His nose is in your hair and he's inhaling as if your scent was the most delicious scent he's ever smelt. "I've missed you, Y/N." he murmurs against your skin. "Why'd you leave me, baby? Bam and Rasu misses you! I've been a mess without you. Namjoon-hyung said I'll never find you again but I knew he was wrong."

You feel the tears roll down your cheeks now. You let out a defeated sob. You thought that you'd finally be done with the man that was Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to you, shaking his head. He holds your head in his hands. His thumb wipes your tears. "You know I hate seeing you cry, baby. Come back home." he pleads. You can hear his voice crack. "We can-"

A loud cry erupts, and now you're frightened. Jungkook's head snaps up to the bedroom door, his doe eyes wide with confusion. He hears it, the curling cries of what sounds like a baby. 

"Please, Jungkook." you cry. But Jungkook doesn't listen. He pushes past you to open the door to the room. 

Jungkook eyes the small baby crying, their tiny fists balled. Their face was red, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jungkook turns his head to you, his face expressionless. 

"Jung-"

"You were pregnant." Jungkook whispers. It wasn't a question. His eyes swirl around the room. He sees the amount of natural tones, but can still see the little hints of blue. Above the bed, he reads the name. "Jin-Seon."

Jungkook's hand reaches out for the child. He places a finger onto his cheek to wipe the tears. Jin-Seon's cries turn to soft whimpers. 

"You kept my child from me." Jungkook was no fool - you weren't gone long enough to be pregnant by another man. "You kept everything from me." Jungkook swallows. He was angry - but he could feel the corner of his eyes swell. His mind races to you being pregnant, which would explain the glow and the fullness in your face and body. He imagines Jin-Seon - his son - growing inside of you, kicking and moving. 

"Y/N? Are you awake?"

Jungkook's head snaps up. 

Soobin was home, much to your dismay. You shake your head at Jungkook, your hands grabbing his. "Please don't, Jungkook." you plead with him. The crazed look in Jungkook's eyes told you what he was going to do upon seeing Soobin. 

"I'll deal with you later, Y/N." Jungkook hisses and he leaves out the room, his eyes wandering down the hall to Soobin, who is doing the same to the man coming out of your room. 

NEXT

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Cruel Intentions (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, mafia!Jungkook

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

Word Count: 12, 963

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

You were feeling weird. Unlike yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook leans down and kisses your lips, humming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soobin remains still but his eyes blink to the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His son.

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

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

"Excuse me?" you hiss at Jungkook.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sung-ho gulps and steps back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I just got him." Namjoon retorts.

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

"That was one time!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You, as well." you respond lowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He'll cry regardless." you shrug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Immaculate!" Hee-sun cheers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe it was because you were drunk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cruel Intentions (Part 5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: mafia!jungkook,

Warning: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple play, handcuffs, iceplay, dirty talk, impregnation kink, sadistic behavior (only slight), creampie, dubcon,

Word Count: 17,174

Description: A look back onto your and Jungkook's relationship days before the wedding - and the decision he makes that causes you to finally escape him.

"You're a man now." Jungkook hears the deep, sinister voice of his father say to him, smirking down to his son. Jungkook wants to laugh - because no 15 year old - freshly turned - would be considered a man. Yet his father had insisted that he was coming of age and would have to act as such. Jungkook is seated in a large, lounge chair in the middle of the dim room. There are mirrors hung on all four walls and his eyes connect with his reflection across from him - the reflection screaming at him to stop this. To not agree with this - to go against his father.

But Jungkook doesn't move - he can't find the will to. No teenager should be inside of here - the Brothel - with their dim red lights to add the lore of seduction and appeal. He can't help the way his heart beats out his chest and the way his palms grow sweaty by each passing second.

Bangtan had an old tradition spanning out for decades. It was an old practice that didn't need to be done any longer - yet his father was nothing but a man that followed old traditional rules. He knows his Hyungs didn't have to do this - he would often wish his surname wasn't Jeon. The Kim's, Park's, Jung's or Min's didn't allow this practice in their homes - they allowed their sons to become men on their own.

"You can enter." he hears his father say as he opens the door and walks out of it.

Jungkook gulps as the girl enters the room. She had to be at least 18 - Bangtan didn't do anything younger than that. He wouldn't call her a woman because her features appeared nearly identical to the girls he went to school with besides the fact that she dressed in skimpy lingerie and saunter seductively into the room and shut the door behind her.

She smiles at Jungkook - one he doesn't return. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing when she climbs into his lap. Both of her thighs are hugging his waist closer and her hands roam his body, her lips placing themselves upon his own.

Your eyes widen at Jungkook. His demeanor appears calm after his recant. You're unsure how to speak to him, afraid that you'd end up saying the wrong thing.

After the night you had with Jungkook at the underground casino, you tried anything to get the man to sleep with you. You often told yourself that it wasn't because of Shu-hua - because it wasn't. You at least wanted to go into this honeymoon with him experienced enough. However, Jungkook insisted time and time again that it wasn't the right time - that he was positive you weren't ready. No matter how many times you insisted you were.

Your mind had wandered today after he rejected you once more to how he lost his own virginity. It was different for men unlike women - you've heard many men over the years speak about their virginity and how disposable it was. You pondered if his was the same - sleeping with someone he deemed attractive enough or perhaps a girfriend of his.

That was until he explained that his virginity was lost due to a "coming of age" ceremony his father had put together with a woman of the Brothel. You were astonished at the revelation - even more so when he spoke about it emotionlessly. He declared that it was something that happened for years and he wasn't the exception.

"I-I don't know what to say." you murmur to him. Jungkook rarely speaks of his childhood and past all together - but now you understood why.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Jungkook chuckles.

You're laying down, eyes watching him as he chuckles - as if he hadn't admit his father allowed him to sleep with an older girl just to lose something sacred as virginity.

"It's not everyday you hear something like that." you murmur.

Jungkook shrugs. He places his fingers along your lips and traces them. "I'm not a child anymore." he responds. "And my father isn't alive any longer so...karma I suppose."

You widened your eyes once more but couldn't find the words to say. You allowed Jungkook to trace your lips more as your mind tries to process the information. Was this the reason why Jungkook was the way he is? He had a sick way of thinking at times - but it was as though he was born into toxicity. His father giving away his virginity for decades old tradition to be deemed as a "man" to the man he's became now.

You lick your lips. "Is that something...everyone has to follow?" you ask him after a moment. You couldn't help but ask - you're expected to give this man and child. And no, you were holding off for as long as you could - but it you did ever fall pregnant with a son, the last thing you wanted was for him to lose something sacred to a prositute.

"No." Jungkook responds, glancing away from you. "I have no intentions on continuing that tradition."

You release a sigh of relief. You're unsure why - you told yourself that you had no desire to give Jungkook any children unless it was absolutely needed for the sake of your family. Yet - just the thought of what if. What if you bore a child for Jungkook - a boy at that. You couldn't sit by and allow your son to be treated the same way - go through what his father allowed Jungkook to go through.

But you weren't an imbecil - what Jungkook told you about his father was just the tip of the iceberg. You could only imagine what Jungkook was leaving out and that frightened you more than anything.

"I won't allow our children to go through what I've gone through with that man." Jungkook's words come out cold when he speaks of his father. You tell yourself it's too early to ask - but that doesn't mean you can't listen to him when he announces it. "Nor would I involve them in our drama."

Jungkook swallows. He was just a child when he would tremble behind his elder brother when his father beat his mother. He had no regrets in killing the man that was hurting the mother of his children - but he knew he didn't wish to repeat history. He had no intentions of allowing his children to witness whatever qualms he had with you - no arguments or disagreements. And though Jungkook had no real objective of putting his hands on you, the last thing he ever wanted was for his children to be there witnessing it.

"I want our children to be close like you are with your siblings." Jungkook admits. "I want them to love one another without judgment." Jungkook offers a small smile.

Jungkook knows the reason why you've agreed to stay with him. It doesn't hurt him or make him love you any less - he knows deeply that you are slowly beginning to enjoy your time by his side. The love you had for your family makes him admire you greatly - the fact that you're willing to put your own needs aside for them told him so. You doing anything in your power to attempt to get Hyun-woo help and to even sell yourself to pay off his debts told him you were the perfect woman for him. The perfect woman he could ever ask for the be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jungkook places a kiss on your lips before lifting himself up. "Get up. Hyung says he has a surprised for you."

"Me?" you furrow a brow. "Who?"

"Jimin. Something about," Jungkook lifts his fingers to make air quotations. "making the home appear more domestic."

Soobin enters the station, his eyes following around the amount of men in police uniforms. It was hectic - far too hectic - but that didn't discourage him. He walks to the first officer he could find willing to stop and speak with him - he was an older man that could be around his mother's age. "I-I need to file a police report?" he murmurs, his statement turning into a question. 

It was evident Soobin was out of place having never done this before. The older police officers nod his head and led him away from the rowdy crowd of officers. Soobin sighs as he enters a smaller, quieter room and the officer motions for him to sit down. 

"Alright," the officer crosses his arm. "go on."

Soobin explains the situation - how he met you months prior while you were pregnant and seemingly afraid of civilization. He explained how his mother and him had allowed you to stay with them without asking too many questions. He even had photo evident proof - his hands trembling as he shows the officer the envelope. When he got to the most recent part of you and Jungkook, Soobin's hand began to clench. He felt as though he failed you as a man - not being able to protect you from the very threat you were running away from. 

"So you're telling me this woman...left with her husband?" the officer eyes Soobin who nods. "Willingly?"

Soobin shakes his head. "Y-Yes but she was forced to leave!" he announces. "I just explained the entire situation to you!"

Soobin was becoming stressed about the situation. His mother hasn't returned from the Hospital yet even after you've been gone for a week now. She asked about you and Jin-Seon, ensuring that he was to keep the both of you safe and he had failed not only her - but you and Jin-Seon. The stress of her well-being, on top of the mountain of bills he has to pay for such care and his mind wandering to a dark place when it comes to you. 

"There's nothing I can do about this. It's a marital dispute." the officer shakes his head. 

"Nothing you can do?" Soobin murmurs, his eyes growing wide. "I just told you she ran from him for months! He pointed a gun at me after breaking into my home and you're telling me there's nothing that can be done?!" Soobin wasn't one to lose him temper - he had a high tolerance for bullshit, yet the words coming from the officer didn't make any sense to him. 

"Calm down." the officer raises his hands towards Soobin. "What I can do is take their names down and if something comes up..." the officer makes a few hand gestures in an attempt to speak. "...I might be able to address the situation. As of right now, they're still married and if the woman herself doesn't come forth and state theres any abuse..."

"Nothing can be done." Soobin scoffs. "All I know that his name is Jungkook."

The officer nods his head slowly. 

Soobin lifts himself up and leaves the rowdy police station - it was a waste of his time coming here. No one took him seriously - they never did. His mind was ticking as he made his way down the familiar road to his home. How could no one think about how you acted around Jungkook as suspicious? It was obvious he done something to you that harmed you in a way that would make you want to escape him. 

As Soobin's eyes catch his home he stops in his track at the unfamiliar black car waiting just outside of it. He cannot see anything inside of it, the tint being fairly dark. There's no tags on the car and his mind is screaming at him to run the opposite way - but he doesn't. His eyes doesn't leave the car as he makes his way to his home - so much so that he doesn't see the figure seated on his steps. 

"You must be Soobin."

Soobin nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice he hears. His head snaps to it. The man was tall with broad shoulders - dark hair covering his forehead as he holds one hand a large briefcase and the other inside his pants pocket. 

"Who are you?" Soobin attempts to stand tall but it's visibly obvious he's scared shitless.  No one visits them and having Jungkook and this unknown man come within a week was like having alarms ringing in his head. 

"My apologies. My name is Kim Seokjin." the man chuckles. "I am here to talk with you. Do you mind if we go inside?"

"I do mind, actually." Soobin nods.

Seokjin's smile falters but he doesn't dwell on it. "Alright." he nods. He proceeds to take his hand out of his pocket and hold the briefcase up. "I would like to give this to you."

Soobin glances at the black briefcase and then up at Seokjin. "What is it?" he asks. "And who are you? Why are you here?"

Seokjin opens the briefcase. Soobin's eyes widen at the rolled cash stacked neatly inside. It was as though the briefcase shined a light upon him. It was diffult to look away from that much amount of cash, but he does. "What do you want?"

"Think of this as..." Seokjin shrugs. "A thank you courtesy of Jeon Jungkook. For taking care of his wife and son."

Soobin feels his throat tighten. His heart beats at hearing Jungkook's name mixed with 'wife' and 'son'. 

"Get off of my property." Soobin snaps. He feels sick - ready to vomit up anything in a few seconds. He pushes past Seokjin and places his key into the hole to unlock the door. "I don't need that mans money."

Seokjin slams his hand onto the front door just as Soobin was ready to slam it. "I know your mother isn't in the best condition. You can use this for whatever bills come your way."

Soobin clenches his jaw. Jungkook had a great amount of nerve for allowing someone to come here and buy him and his silence - especially using his mother as an excuse as to why he would need it. 

"Jungkook thinks he can flash money around and everything would be alright?" Soobin hisses at Jin. "After he broke into my home, put a gun on me and take Y/N and Jin-Seon against her will?"

Jin takes a step back. He hadn't heard about the entirety of the situation concerning Jungkook and Soobin - and he really didn't want to know. The fact that Soobin remained alive still to this day was remarkable - but he can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon being present for that. 

"Tell Jungkook there's a special place in Hell just for him." and before Jin can respond, the door is slammed in his face. 

Jungkook was no fool to Jimin's action. His hyung done this time and time again for years - and you being his fiance wasn't going to stop him. Jimin was like a magnet that made anyone attracted to him naturally but Jungkook would admit seeing the two of you laugh and smile at one another makes something stir in him. You're seated besides him - too close for his liking - both cooing at the small kitten in your arms.

Jimin had come by the estate with a small, meowing kitten. It's high-pitched meows make Jungkook's head hurt. The black ball of fur was now playing with your wiggling fingers, wide emerald eyes following their every move. He scowls, shaking his head. He wasn't a cat person in the slightest - but he knows you're far too smitten with the little feline now. Your eyes are sparkling at the meowing creature.

"It's so cute!" you coo, lifting the kitten up to rub your nose against it. "I just want to eat you."

"Please don't." Jungkook deadpans, his narrowing eyes staring holes into the kitten.

You roll your eyes at Jungkook but go back to rubbing noses with the kitten. Jimin smiles besides you, placing his hands on the kittens little head and rubbing gently. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes watching Jimin.

"Thank you so much, Jimin!" you giggle to the man, placing the kitten back in your lap. "It's so unexpected."

"I thought you two needed something to make this place," Jimin glances around the modern estate - all dull colors of black and grey. "more domesticated. It's far too quiet."

"Only because Soo-ah isn't here." you murmur but smile at Jimin regardless. "I'm sure Rasu will liven this place up."

"What the hell is a Rasu?" Jungkook scoffs, crossing his arms. Jimin raises a brow, simply knowing his dongsaemg was jealous of a kitten. He hated when the attention wasn't on him - just like a child.

"His name." you declare, glancing at Jungkook just to roll your eyes at him. "It's cute."

"It is." Jimin nods in agreement, sending Jungkook a smirk. "We should get him a bell for his collar. We don't want Kookie to step on his."

Jungkook snickers. It would be a great idea - the kitten was jet black except for the small white stripe on its neck. He would blend in far too well and he wouldn;'t hear the end of it if he accidently stepped or sat on the small feline.

Jungkook couldn't do anything while he sats ignored while you and Jimin play with the kitten. Jimin was a natural people pleaser and his mind tells him that it wasn't fair that you warmed up to Jimin easily with just a kitten as a gift while he had to pay for your acceptance. Maybe it was childish to think of it. Jimin wouldn't try anything with you - with another woman from a man he didn't care for? Yes. But not you - but that doesn't make the boiling in his blood lessen.

Day after day while you keep the kitten in the home, Jimin has visited. He had brought far too many gifts for the kitten - different types of wet food and toys. Even though you had dragged him to the nearest pet store to get everything for the kitten - customed kitten shirts, toys the damn feline touched once and never again and mountains of wet and dry food and treats.

Jungkook sat in disbelief when you and him sat at the breakfast table and you placed a bowl of food on the chair next to you for the kitten to eat, claiming that he also deserved a chair for himself.

Jungkook was growing irritated with the kitten. It was obvious that he had made himself far too at home. He didn't sleep in the expensive cat tree he was forced to buy - or the expensive cat bed or wall hammock you insisted the feline needed. He preferred to sleep in cabinets he had no idea how he got into. That, or the feline made his way inside the bathroom - somehow - and would sleep right inside the tub.

Jungkook was tired of hearing how grateful you were of Jimin for gifting you the gift of Rasu - the small emerald eye cat that lived a better life than most adults. Jimin still came by to check on Rasu - but Jungkook understood that it was just to fuck with him. Jimin enjoyed riviling his dongsaeng just because he knew he could. Jungkook was an extrememly jealous man.

So much so that he found himself now inside a pet store with Soo-ah, searching for his own gift for you and him. He could make his own home domesticated.

"Uncle! What about this one?" Soo-ah cries, her wide eyes staring at a puppy.

Jungkook shakes his head as he tears his eyes away from the tiny tea-cup puppy. "That one is too small, Soo-ah. I might sit on him."

Soo-ah pouts but goes onto the next one.

Jungkook already had a cart full of items. Dog toys, collars food and supplements. Now all he needed next was the dog. Having a pet before having children with you would show you that he too can be responsible - show you how domesticated he could be.

"Uncle!" Soo-ah tugs on his hand. "Look at this one! It's so cute!"

Jungkook nods in agreement. The puppy was black and brown and tilts its head at them as they look through the small cage. Soo-ah wiggles her hand between cage to pet the puppys head.

"I think I want this one." Jungkook smiles to himself. The puppy appeared calm enough and eventually he'd be a bigger dog.

As Jungkook enters the home with Soo-ah in one arm and Bam - the energetic puppy - in the other. You're seated in the sitting room with Jimin - for whatever reason - when he saunters through.

"Hyung," Jungkook smiles tightly. "you're here as if you don't have your own home. Or wives." Jungkook murmurs. "Do I need to set a room for you?"

Jimin snickers and nods. "That would be nice." he retorts, offering Jungkook a sickly sweet smile. "Is that a dog?"

"Yes it is." Jungkook beams. "I'm more of a dog person."

You furrow your brows at Jungkook, eyes watching the dog sniff around in his surroundings.

"How are we going to have a dog and a cat together?" you ask. You refused to allow Rasu on the ground with such a big puppy.

"Y/N, baby, that's just a myth of cats and dogs being enemies." Jungkook waves you off. "We're pet parents now." he beams, eyes glancing at Jimin.

Jimin wants to laugh at Jungkook's jealousy. What he was willing to do to one up him was amazing, but it was fresh to see Jungkook happy with you. It was also great to see you - the same woman who tried time after time to escape him - now adjust to your surroundings. Soo-ah loved Jungkook with all her heart and Jimin knows he feels the same. If Jungkook only knew that each time he visited you and Rasu that all you and he ever did was discuss him, his dongsaeng wouldn't be jealous now.

But Jimin wouldn't tell Jungkook - it was a private conversation, after all. He would simply continue watching how far Jungkook would go to attempt to win you over when you were already.

You sigh but smile at Jungkook. "What's his name?"

"Bam!" Jungkook declares and the dog barks as if recognizing his own name.

You giggle and nod your head. "Bam and Rasu." you coo, placing the kitten on the ground next to the puppy who paid the small feline no mind and continued to sniff around.

Jimin places his hand beneath his chin as he watches you and Jungkook. He could only pray Jungkook doesn't do anything to make you lose you - because little did the younger know, he had you right where he wanted you.

Soobin carries the flower arrangement in his arms - nothing special, a few flowers he embarrassingly picked along the way to give to his mother. He was informed she was awake now and he wished nothing more than to see her. The halls were quiet - surprisingly so - as he makes his way to her room.

Days have passed since he met one of Jungkook's...men? Friend? He wasn't sure who the tall man with broad shoulders was to him, all he did know was that he had the audacity to come with a briefcase full of money. It made his blood boil to think that he could be bought off by Jungkook - the man who taken you from him.

Soobin wasn't a possessive man. You were your own person, he was aware. Yet you cried when you left with him. The months he has gotten to know you, he hasn't seen a ring on your finger. You haven't spoke of your past with Jungkook but Soobin was no idiot to see that whatever he's done to you was nothing but abuse.

Soobin rounded the corner, his mother's room the last one to the right. He glances at the clock on the far end of the hallway and sighs. There was still no word from the police - he called back hours later asking if they were willing to investigate and now Soobin knows that "We're looking into it" means that they weren't. It was a ploy to shut him up.

Soobin straightens his back as he reaches his mothers room. The door was cracked only slightly and he pushes it back to see his mother smiling. Who she was smiling at was what caught him by surprise. "Who are you?" Soobin asks, eyeing the man.

Byeol turns her eyes to glare at her son. "Don't be rude, Soobin." she hisses lowly. She then turns to the unknown man and smiles. "This is my son - Soobin." she introduces.

The man turns his eyes to Soobin and nods. Soobin eyes his appearances - all black attire with jewlery that appeared more expensive than anything he could even think to afford. The man stood tall - even if he was shorter than Soobin - and eyes him with intense eyes, but the smile on his lip never falters.

"Why is he here?" Soobin asks his mother, not caring how rude he was sounding. The last time he saw an unknown man, it had to do with Jungkook. He didn't need any of his men coming around his mother.

"Soobin." Byeol's words were stern and final. It told him he needed to stop with his disrespect.

"My name's Park Jimin." the man holds out his hand to Soobin who hesitantly grabs it - only does so because his mother is watching him. "I'm the man who has loaned your mother the money for her surgery."

Soobin snatches his hands away and turns to his mother. "A loan shark?" he hisses. "I thought-"

"You have enough things to worry about with Jin-Seon and Y/N." Byeol shakes her head. "I don't need you worrying about me, as well."

Jimin hums to himself as he smiles at Soobin. Soobin is no fool to catch the glint in his eyes and his breathing quickened. He goes to place the flower arrangement on the nearest table to see that he was late. There was already one there - this one was expensive. He couldn't name any of the flowers arranged. "W-Who brought this?" he asks his mother, eyeing the flowers.

"A colleague of mine." Jimin spoke up.

Soobin shoves his flowers next to it and turns to face Jimin.

"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin stares straight at Soobin as he speaks. "He's also an investor such as myself. We love to give families a second chance and lift a little weight off their shoulders."

Soobin feels his palms go sweaty under Jimin's gaze. Whoever Jungkook was, he had an abundance of influence. That told Soobin that this was a powerful man that had the world at the palms of his hands - and an unlimited supply of men willing to come to his aid.

"Can I speak with you outside, Jimin-ssi?" Soobin murmurs, not waiting for a response before he walks out the door himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, contemplating how he was going to explain this to his mother when she returned home.

Soobin hears the door close behind him. He turns to face Jimin to see the man have a bored look on his face. "Tell Jungkook he has no right to keep interfering in my life." Soobin hisses at Jimin who only smirks. "I'm serious!" he then hisses at the smirking man. "I don't want his money or yours."

"You know," Jimin leans away from the door. He takes a step towards Soobin "you're ungrateful. I haven't even heard a thank you come from your lips." the man says, tapping Soobin's lip with his index finger - just to fuck with the fuming man.

"Don't touch me!" Soobin hisses, clenching his fist. He takes a few steps back from Jimin and hisses once more, "What the hell do you want? What does he want? He's taken everything already-"

"You mean Y/N?" Jimin furrows a brow with a scoff. "You mean...another man's wife? My dongsaeng's wife at that?" Jimin shakes his head and soon he's laughing - an amused laugh that does nothing but mock Soobin. "You were trying to play house with a woman and a child that didn't belong to you?"

Soobin gulps. Jimin's laugh makes him want to do nothing but wipe that smirk off of his lips - but if Jimin was anything like Jungkook, that only meant that he was armed and just as narcissistic as him. Possibly even pyschotic.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jimin pouts his lips, feigning pity. "Aww, that's sad. Regardless, boy, my dongsaeng did you a favor by sparring your life. Of course, you can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon for being there for that." Jimin steps closer and with each step Soobin takes one back. "Jungkook would never put his wife and child in harm's way. And now, they're better off without," Jimin eyes Soobin up and down, a snicker leaving his lips. "you. And that run down shack you call a home."

There it was once more - someone talking down on him and the home they lived in. He doesn't want to show it, yet it does cause a sting in his heart at the harsh words Jimin says. Similar to the ones Jungkook said to him. It was evident what they meant by it - he wasn't good enough for you. He didn't have the money and power Jungkook had. He couldn't afford expensive cars and couldn't have you live in a high-end mansion that he was positive Jungkook had you in. By the way Jungkook scoffed at the home they resided in and stated frankly that his son could never stay there. Now Jimin repeating it...

"What do you guys want from me?"

Jimin catches the crack in the young boy's voice. He pitied him, of course. He was innocent in this - it wasn't Soobin that took you and held you hostage. You left on your own accord. However, Jungkook would blame him until his last breath out of pure rage and jealousy. Soobin had the luxury of being with you while pregnant with Jin-Seon. He had the chance to witness you grow larger as the months pushed along and saw the pregnancy glow. It's one of the best moments to be around your wife as she's carrying your child - he would know having not just one wife and daughter, but two.

Jungkook knowing that Soobin - someone he deemed lesser than himself and not having the resources he did - had the chance to be with you and hold his child before he did...Jimin shakes his head. Soobin was a lucky man to be alive today and again, Jin-Seon and you were his only weaknesses.

"Stop going to the police." Jimin finally answers. "They aren't going to do anything but tell us."

Soobin stiffens. He tries to look for any detection that Jimin was playing any mind games on him - but he wasn't. No wonder the police didn't appear the least bit concerned with your whereabouts.

"You're lucky he called my hyung and not Jungkook." Jimin continues. "Even though he promised Y/N that he wouldn't hurt you. The 6 of us made no such promises."

Jimin could see the glint in Soobin's eyes - a glint of a man recollecting his own life before his eyes. He felt for the young boy, once again he had no dog in this fight. He appeared to have a good soul - rare for a man in this day of age - yet he couldn't allow him to come between you and Jungkook. The sheriff being on their payroll only meant they had the advantage, but there was no saying what lengths Soobin would go through in his attempts to bring you back to him.

"Your mother's surgery bills have already been paid for." Jimin added. "You're alive and well. So is she."

A bitter chuckle leaves Soobin's lips. "You'll kill me?" he asks, his eyes on the ground. "For caring for a friend?"

"I'll kill you if you try to come after Y/N or my nephew - yes." Jimin responds without a second thought, giving him a nod.

Jimin wasn't one for threats nor did he prefer killing - but he wasn't against it. Jungkook was happy again - crawling out of the dark hole he placed himself in while you were gone. He actually smiled again and when he would visit to see Jin-Seon, there was never a time Jungkook's eyes would leave the baby for long. Any whine had Jungkook in a frezny wondering what was wrong with his son. Jungkook never turned down anything that involved Jin-Seon - a changing, washing or feeding. It reminded Jimin of himself when he first became a father and it was truly a beautiful sight to see.

"I'll be taking my leave." Jimin announced. He doesn't wait for Soobin to respond before he turns down towards the hall. 

Soobin watches Jimin's back, his mind clouded with the new found information. He gulps and sniffles before realizing that he's crying. Jimin's figure get's smaller by the seconds until he can no longer see him nor hear his footsteps. 

A month has passed far too quickly for your liking. One moment you're in the large estate with Jungkook, agreeing to marry him for the sake of your family to now depart the country and entering Kefalonia, Greece. How Jungkook managed to get a hold of a private plane for your family to come shouldn't shock you as much as it does. When Jungkook stated that your wedding would be the best - far better than his Hyungs - you didn't believe how much he was willing to put into it.

You never been to Greece before - the brightness of it all with the clearness of the water marvels you. However, you're nervous as the seconds go by. You never imagined yourself getting married - and even though this isn't the ideal marriage moment, you're still fearful. You try to ignore the circumstances of why you agreed to be with Jungkook and at least make an attempt to enjoy yourself. Greece was beautiful and knowing Jungkook, he was paying a hefty amount of money to just win the one-sided competition with his Hyungs.

Your siblings were astonished by the luxury of the land you were residing on - all having several condos for each family not far from the beach. You loved seeing their faces of happiness to be away on vacation. None of you ever vacation outside of the country somewhere luxurious. It makes your decision to be with Jungkook a greater satisfaction - to know that you weren't just thinking of yourself but of your entire family. You just wished Hyun-woo could be here but understanding that he was in rehab was the best gift you could be given.

Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as you were staring out the large window of the master bedroom. You could see the others enjoying their stay, already playing at the beach. Soo-ah and Hye-jin were burying Namjoon in the sand while Momoka and Hee-sun were dipping their own feet into the water, babies in their arms.

"Do you want to go and join them?" Jungkook asks. He places his chin on your head as he speaks. He relished in being with you now with only a day away from being married to you.

You shake your head. You turn away from the window and make your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind you until he's laying beside you, arms wrapped lazily around you. He inhales the scent of your hair - the vanilla aroma engulfing his nostrils. It always calms him - the familiar scent of you.

"I'm nervous." you admit, eyes blinking to the ceiling. "I don't like to be stared at."

Jungkook snickers, but grips your waist.

"I'm serious." you groan, turning away on your side away from him. "What if I fall on my face?"

"I'll fall then." Jungkook chuckles. "So we'll both look a mess. Together."

You roll your eyes but smile slightly. You place your hand over Jungkook's that is rubbing along your thigh tracing random shapes. The silence that falls between you and Jungkook is comfortable and welcoming. You would have never thought that you'd be here with him willingly after your life over the course of months - nearing a year. It's insane to think that you once despised Jungkook to not minding if you did spend life with him.

Yes, there was the thought of what if's. What if you didn't get involved with Jungkook? What if you didn't go to the underground Black Market and offer up your virginity - or worse, what if Jungkook wasn't there and you would've been bought by some older man? You wouldn't be in what you were now - but was this truly as bad as you initially thought? Your family adored Jungkook and they now lived comfortably. You didn't have to work - not that you minded it - and it was relaxing not living check to check.

'Jungkook could be worse.' you tell yourself, snickering mentally. You couldn't believe you laid with him now willingly and even taking his side. Jungkook could be extremely more controlling than he was. Sure, he chipped you - but he also chipped himself to make you comfortable with getting it. Yes, he forced you into a marriage - but another man wouldn't do what he's done for your family. You couldn't imagine another man managing to get your brother out of prison and into rehab.

Jungkook was a patient man. He didn't force you into anything you truly didn't want. Your mind tells you this because, truly, what man wouldn't have coherced you into sex by now? Sometimes you think you're the one constantly forcing yourself upon him.

Your mind tells you that maybe living side by side with Jungkook wouldn't be too bad. Maybe you'll grow to love him like he claims to love you. Maybe you could eventually give him the children he often speaks of - but not too soon. You didn't forget the birth control pills in your possession, grateful that Jungkook hadn't found them just yet. You would give him the benefit of the doubt as a husband - but you can't trust him just yet as a father.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook's words startles you back into reality.

"About you." you admit, leaning back against him. "And us."

"Good things?"

You nod.

"Good." Jungkook murmurs. "You're going to look beautiful in the dress."

"You already saw me in it." you retort. You turn to face him again to find him glancing down at you. "Defeats the purporse of complimenting me."

"Never." Jungkook declares. "It doesn't matter if I already saw you in it. I'm still going to cry."

"You're being dramatic again." you laugh, but the gesture does make your heart warm. "If you cry then that'll make my sisters cry. Then I will cry and I can't risk ruining my makeup."

Jungkook laughs aloud, throwing his head back. You follow suit, joining in on the laughter. You feel Jungkook brings you closer to him. His embrace is warm and it reminds you of the many times you and him were entangled like this - far too many times to count.

You're the first to lean in. You connect your lips to his urgency. It wasn't long before the two of you were tangled together, hands roaming the other body. You're left breathing heavily when Jungkook disconnects your lips, just to kiss along your neck, even nibbling. His hands raise to squeeze your breast through your clothes, lips kissing your collarbone.

Jungkook hums, swirling his tongue onto your skin. "Wanna taste you." he huffs.

You could only nod your head. You weren't capable of deny Jungkook when it came to his tongue.

Jungkook doesn't waste any time in tugging the shirt off of you. He dives into your breast, wrapping his mouth around one nipple while pinching and tugging the other. Arching your back, you huffed out a moan at the sensation.

Jungkook could suck onto your breast for hours - he was just a man. There wasn't any pleasure he got from it - but to get to see you squirming beneath him, moaning out his name and getting to touch you adds to the excitement. He's had sex with many women - it came with the job - but couldn't care less if he pleasured them enough. Yet with you, pleasuring you solely was enough for him to cum. Your moans were always so sweet for him and they often replayed in his mind time and time again - even when the two of you weren't intimate.

Jungkook's fingers trail between your legs, lightly tapping your clothed clit to tease you. He trails his lips down, fingers hook under your shorts and tugs them of, your panties going along with them.

Jungkook grunts when his fingers feel just how wet you were already for him. As much as he enjoyed kissing and sucking your skin - it was his favorite to get to watch the way you squirmed while he fingered you. You were tight, but his fingers always entered almost effortlessly.

Jungkook hovers above you, his eyes trained on the way his fingers play with your clit. Your stomach is churning at the pace he sets - Jungkook always dove right into it but you never could complain. You relished when Jungkook put your needs before his own, content with not getting anything in return from you.

Jungkook places two of his fingers into his mouth and shivers. "I'm gonna taste you now." he rushes between your legs without a second thought, tongue flat against your clit. Both of his hands roughly slap against your thighs to allow him entrance before he goes to ravishing you.

You're arching your back in seconds - Jungkook's tongue always has this effect on you. He doesn't hold himself back, his head swinging back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. The squelching sounds mixed with your sweet moans are an added bonus. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on it.

Jungkook moans against your clit. He adored when you pulled his hair, his high tolerance of pain being nothing but a blessing for him. He loved when you slapped him, pulled his hair - even the light choking. It gave him the masochistic pleasure - only when it came to you, however. He could never allow a woman he didn't love be dominant over him. Besides, you thrived in being sadistic to him.

Jungkook wouldn't say he was a complete masochist - a woman like you always had to be put in her place. You loved to be choked just as much as you loved choking him - he would say the two of you were truly meant for one another.

Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs and places a quick kiss upon your lips. You yelp when Jungkook flips you around, his back now firmly on the bed and he's tugging you to sit upon him. Jungkook's guilty pleasure was you sitting on his face - maybe it was the lack of air he had, but he would never complain. It was a good way to go out.

You squeeze Jungkook's thighs, biting your lip at the pace Jungkook sets as he licks and kisses on your clit. You lick your lips, eyes focusing on the bulge in Jungkook's shorts. You place your hand upon it, squeezing it tightly. You could feel the vibration from the groan Jungkook does - and it entices you to do it again. You dip your hand beneath it to get out his cock and it sprungs out. His cock was always so pretty - the tip already dripping with pre-cum.

Jungkook's hands rub your body, the sensation of your naked skin on his palm sends goosebumps and shivers around his body. His fingernails dig into your thighs when he feels your tongue - so warm and soft - against the tip of his cock.

You wrap your tongue around the tip of Jungkook's cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. You would've never thought you'd enjoy sucking cock - especially Jungkook's. The way he would whimper and moan each time you'd wrap a simple tongue around his cock gives you the power to suck harder and faster - even deeper.

Which is what you do.

You bring his entire cock into your mouth and bob your head. You could feel the saliva dripping down your chin within seconds, but it does nothing but turn you on. Your hands wrap around the length of his cock and stroke him as you suck.

Jungkook curses, jutting his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. You always knew how to suck him so well, always using your throat to pleasure him. You didn't understand how much he adored you - how much he was willing to do for you. You had him in the palm of your hands - literally and metaphorically.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, curling them. He kisses your clit as he pumps his fingers inside of you. You're tight, yet he could still feel you clench around his fingers and he couldn't stop himself from thinking how tight you'd be around him.

You lean back against Jungkook, cock in your mouth but you couldn't suck. His fingers pumping inside of you clouds your mind. You feel it deep in your stomach - the churning and rumbling. You begin to breathe heavily and you remove his cock from your mouth. You hung your head, fidgeting in his grasp.

Jungkook is positive that you're going to cum - he knows your body well now. You're jerk in his embrace, shake your head, clench around him then...

"Fuck!" you hiss, arching your back as you were cumming around his fingers.

Jungkook hums, removing his fingers from inside of you. He licks them, closing his eyes and sighing. He was horny - excessively so. But, as you rest he was going to rub one out in the shower before dinner - it appeared to be enough for him. As Jungkook places you onto the bed beside him, he goes to kiss your cheek. Before he could, you turn your head towards him and place a kiss upon his lips.

Jungkook melts into the kiss. He could feel your hands grip his shirt to bring him closer. "You seem happy." Jungkook chuckles against your lips. "And horny."

"I am." you murmur, kissing along his jaw. "Shouldn't you be?"

Jungkook licks his lips when he feels you nibble on his neck. "I am."

"Then we should do something about that."

Your hands trailing lower and lower with your lips kissing, sucking and nibble has Jungkook weak.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jungkook gulps. He understands fully what you mean - but we wants you to say it.

"Would it be too vulgar to ask you to fuck me?"

Jungkook shakes his head. He laughs aloud, placing a hand onto his head. You knit your brows at his laugh, glaring at him.

"I'm not fucking you." Jungkook says. "That sounds...too harsh."

You sigh.

"Don't look at me like that." Jungkook quips. "You're a virgin. I can't just fuck you like some animal, baby." Jungkook places a hand on your cheek. "It has to be more special than that, don't you think?"

You nod your head slowly, shrugging your shoulders. You were never the daydream type of girl that imagined rose petals and candles for her first time. But your mind was telling you that you understood why Jungkook doesn't want to go through with it. He was a man that didn't have a say in the way he lost his own virginity - no matter how desensitized he's become of it.

"I don't want to be a virgin on our Honeymoon." you claim. "I want to know...what I'm doing."

"You're not going to be a pro in a few days." Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. "What's the rush? You don't need to do this because you think I want to."

"I'm not." you assure. "Is it bad that I want to have sex with my fiance?"

Jungkook hums, he likes the sound of you calling him that. Still, he couldn't fathom just fucking you - not while you still had a sense of purity left. He didn't want you to assume he wanted nothing but sex from you or that there was a time limit.

Even though there was - in a way, but he doesn't know yet how to tell you.

"It'll hurt." Jungkook murmurs.

"Eventually it'll feel good."

"You aren't going to let this go, huh?" Jungkook's thumb is now rubbing your cheek. He watches your lips tug into a smile before he exhales. "If that's what you want...then alright."

Widening your eyes, you lean forward to stare at him. Jungkook continues to lay down, watching your expression.

"Okay...how do we do this?" you ponder aloud and all Jungkook can do is laugh.

You couldn't keep your hands off of Jungkook - even after it's only been 2 days - leaving just a few more until your wedding. The first night was awkward - weird even. You weren't sure how to feel once it was done and over with - but you recall thinking to yourself; "Was that it?" The act of virginity always appeared to be an act that would be either the best moment in life or the complete worse - to you it was right in the middle. It wasn't bad - but it couldn't be good with Jungkook's nerves getting to him. He was nervous and didn't want to hurt you - constantly asking if you were okay and needed him to stop.

However, you were the first one to initiate the sex that same night, trying to get the feel of it. It wasn't as awkward as the first time and Jungkook was surprised how well you were growing accustomed to him. So much so that you would request being on top of him, asking questions if it felt good and were you doing everything right - and he said yes each time. There wasn't a wrong way to ride him, he'd enjoy it either way.

By the fifth time the two of you had sex there wasn't any awkwardness or embarrassment. You went back to your sadistic ways - slapping him the way he enjoyed, pulling and tugging on his hair that had him cumming and wrapping your soft hands around his neck. He was convinced that there was nothing you could do to him that he wouldn't love - that could be deadly for him, yet he didn't care.

Jungkook remained astonished at your high sex drive. He wasn't complaining and never would when it came to you, yet he'd never come to the conclusion that you would want him all the time. When you weren't enganging in sex, you often asked questions about it - pondering just what he liked to do in bed. That's how Jungkook finds himself here with you in Greece in a sex shop. The embarrassed look on your face makes him laugh and it doesn't help that he keeps teasing you about it.

Sex shops usually didn't have carriers - yet the nice clerk had offered a bag once she noticed Jungkook holding more than 5 items in his arms.

"Who's getting handcuffed?" you murmur towards Jungkook as he throws a pair of cuffs into the carrier.

"Doesn't matter to me." Jungkook smiled - and he meant it. Just the thought of you cuffing him has him thinking of ways to not get excited just by the thought.

But even the thought of you being cuffed to the bed excites Jungkook once more. He gulps.

"You can get stuff, too." Jungkook assures. "Whatever you're into."

You bite your lip. It wasn't like you thought about coming to a sex shop and exploring their vast items.

Jungkook watches intently as you look around, touching stuff before shaking your head.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. "If you see anything you like then we can get it. If not then it's alright."

You and Jungkook leave that shop with many new items. You grabbed nipple clamps and a blindfold, always being intrigued by them. Jungkook grabbing a vibrator surprised you, but he only gives you a toothy grin when you ask about it. It was a tough night attempting to get away from the amount of people - Jimin insisting the two of you attend an event on the beach while Taehyung asks if you wanted to accompany him to a jazz show. It was nearly embarrassing to say you were blowing everyone off just to have sex with one another.

As you enter the room, one thing soon leads to another and somehow you're naked with Jungkook aggressively fingering you. He's hovering above you, eyes intently watching the way you're clenching around his fingers. You're so tight that he adds a third finger, arousal dripping down his wrists. He's thankful that you've agreed to be hand-cuffed, it makes the entire situation much more exciting.

"Let's try something new." your ears catch Jungkook's voice - a moaning statement.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and lifts himself off of the bed. You watch as he goes towards the black bag of sex toys. You lick your lips and gulp. Jungkook returns with a smirk on his lips, the blindfold in one hand and the vibrator in the other.

"Let's put these on you." Jungkook hums and climbs upon the bed.

You nod, offering a short smile. Jungkook places the blindfold over your eyes - the cotton mask hiding the world around you. You could hear and feel Jungkook moving around the bed. "I'm going to try something, alright?"

You nod your head and continue to wait. You hear clanking metal and now are left even more confused until you feel a sudden coldness on your nipples. You yelp and jerk your back - startled by the sudden coldness.

"Have you ever heard of iceplay?" Jungkook's words come through your ears and you conclude that he's directly next to you.

"N-No."

"We'll see if you like it." Jungkook murmurs.

You feel Jungkook trail the ice along your breast and nipples, his lips - warm and wet - kissing and sucking along your neck. The cold touch of the ice feels weird upon your skin, but you wouldn't say it doesn't arouse you. It brings out an odd erotic feeling within you that has you moaning for more - and Jungkook delivers. He trails the ice along your belly button and between your thighs before he stops at your clit. You're shivering at the feeling, but you don't want him to stop.

Jungkook loved observing your reaction to the ice - it was expressive as always and he knew you liked what he was doing. It was amazing to see you now - handcuffed and allowing him to do whatever he desired to feed his sexual desire for you, the way you'd moaned his name so lovingly - he would do anything in his power to keep you comfortable and safe just as you felt at this moment.

Jungkook kisses your cheek before taking hold of the vibrator. He goes between your legs, eyes catching the way you bite your lip. He turns on the vibrator, the buzzing sound loud and powerful. He kisses your clit before placing the vibrator against it.

You arch your back, releasing a loud moan. Your stomach sucks in as you inhale, the vibrations driving you crazy. Jungkook holds your thigh open each time there's an attempt from you to close them - his eyes adoring the way you drip onto the bed.

"I want you to cum, baby." Jungkook mumbles. He removes his hand from your thighs to enter 3 fingers inside of you.

You jump at pressure and in normal jungkook fashion, he doesn't hesitate in pumping inside of you. The vibrations along your clit mixed with Jungkook fucking his fingers into you has you tugging against the handcuffed restraints. You shake your head side to side - wishing you could watch Jungkook between your legs, but the blindfold adds even more arousal to you.

Jungkook presses the vibrator harder against your clit, his fingers not halting their pumping. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers." Jungkook chuckles, curling his fingers. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod your head hastily - you could feel the pressure coming from deep within you. Jungkook knows when you were close to cumming - the way you'd begin to gasp for air, clench your stomach and around his fingers.

"I love to see you cum for me, baby." Jungkook moans - his own cock was hard and throbbing, itching to just be inside of you. He was sure that he would be content with just watching you be pleasured - but now knowing how your walls felt; so tight, wet and warm...

Jungkook groans at the sight of you dripping onto his wrists, your throat releasing a loud moan. You're curses out lowly to yourself as your high gets to you. Jungkook nods his head with a smirk on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, baby. I love it."

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and the vibrator from your clit, turning it off. You're twitching while attempting to catch your breath. You lean your head back once you feel Jungkook remove the blindfold from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust to the sudden light - Jungook's smirking down at you. 

"Take these cuffs off of me." you murmur to Jungkook with a bite of your lip.

Jungkook does just that, making sure to rub your wrists to make sure they weren't hurting from being in the same position for who knows how long. "Are you-" Jungkook feels your palm connect to his cheek and he's stunned - but it doesn't frighten nor anger him. He feels you climb into his , wrapping your legs around him. 

You crash your lips onto his and Jungkook wastes no time. He moans when he feels your tongue enter his mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance - but he had no problem with allowing you to dominate him.

As your tongue dances with his, your fingers catch Jungkook's hair and you yank on it. The moan that the man lets out makes you clench around nothing. There was something about Jungkook that you admire - the way he allows you to hit him as hard as you wanted and never does anything about it. No matter how hard you'd pull his hair, he would just smile at you with lust filled eyes. When your hands wrapped around his neck and he coughed for air but the way his hands would rest lovingly on your waist - it excites you. 

But even you had your moments. As much as you relished witnessing Jungkook - the powerful man who had men at his disposal - become completely submissive by you, you also cherish when he does the same. It was insane to think that only days ago you were a virgin and now you and Jungkook couldn;t keep your hands away from one another. The way you felt around him was complete - as iconic as it was to admit to yourself. The same man who bought your virginity and ordered for you to be his wife was now the man who made you feel...loved? Cared for?

Whatever the feeling was, you prayed it'd never changed.

"I want to ride you." you whisper in Jungkook's ear - sending goosebumps up his arm. 

Jungkook nods his head hastily. He'd allow you to do anything you wanted to him - that fact was obvious. 

While you were naked for him, Jungkook was fully clothed. Not for long - he yanks down his shorts and removes his shirt. He begins to lay back and hold your waist when you stop him. "I don't want you to touch me." 

Jungkook knits his brows. "What do you mean?"

You fight the satisfied smile from forming onto your lips. Your eyes glances towards the handcuffs laying onto the bed. You grab them in a quick movement and placing one onto Jungkook's wrist. "It's your turn." you tease, blowing him a quick kiss before handcuffing the other wrist behind his back. 

Jungkook can feel the excitement running through him when you push him to sit against the headboard. He appears like a child in a candy store - doe eyes wide and waiting for you to do your next move. 

And you do - not hesitating when you sit onto his cock that was already painfully correct for you. 

"Shit." Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. You're wrapping around him just right and he's positive that he wont be lasting for long. 

Placing both hands onto Jungkook's shoulder, you dig your nails into it. It causes Jungkook to squirm, but he couldn't care less if you'd draw blood doing so. 

You start your pace in riding him - you weren't a professional at this so it feels weird. But Jungkook was having the time of his life no matter how inexperience you were on top of him - he grunted and groaned out your name while clenching and unclenching his eyes. He was unsure where he desired to look - your goregous moaning face, your bouncing breast or your pussy wet and gripping around him. 

You quicken the pace, feeling Jungkook deep inside of you. The sensation was amazing and you were certain you never wanted to stop. Jungkook's cock was perfect - the size was just enough to please you. Your mind - obviously clouded - thinks it was sculptured this way for you and only you. 

"Your pussy feels so good, baby." Jungkook exhales - at this moment you're not crashing against him, each thrust sends him flying into the headboard. Neither of you care about being loud - a plus since the whole house was for just the two of you. "It feels like it was made just for me."

You swallow hard, throwing your head back. Your arms bring themselves back to hold onto his thighs as you continue to ride him. Jungkook couldn't help his eyes from watching your breast - perfectly rounded with hardened nipples - bounce as you fuck yourself against his cock. It was a sight that he would never forget for as long as he lived. He bites his lip.

"I'm not going to last long." Jungkook admits embarrassingly. How could he when you were doing this to him?

"Why not?" you laugh - a laugh that taunts him. "You can't handle it?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I-I can."

"You sure?" you squeeze around him and smirk at the way Jungkook curses. "If that's so then don't cum until I tell you to."

Jungkook gulps. He closes his eyes - it was worth a try. If his eyes didn't catch onto the beauty that was you, then maybe he had a chance in not cumming. However, his eyes already have your sight engraved into his brain and even when he wasn't looking at you, you were all he could see. The sounds of your skin slapping his mixed with his moans aren't on his side, either. 

"I love you so much." Jungkook groans out, it was low and he's unsure if he intended for you to hear him - but you do. At this moment he's moments from cumming and he's babbling, a few gibberish and some you could actually hear. "I can't wait for you to be my wife."

You yourself close your eyes.

"You're going to look so beautiful." Jungkook sucked in his breath - he's making an effort to not cum without your command. "You're going to look even more beautiful when you're pregnant with our child."

You moan out aloud this time - Jungkook was a professional at dirty talk. He said things you would have never in a million years thought would turn you on. 

"Your stomach's going to be so swollen carrying my child." Jungkook continues, his hips jutting to thrust into you and this causes him to go deeper until he's hitting a sweet spot. "I can never get you off of my mind..."

"S-Shut up." you hum. You were suppose to be in charge and all he's doing is making you slowly become submissive.

"You occupy my mind all the time. All I can think about is you." Jungkook tugs at the handcuffs but it doesn't unlock. "Take these off of me." he commands, his voice deep and threatening. 

You stop your thrust to open your eyes. You find Jungkook already looking at you intently. His eyes compell you to do as he says slowly. Once the last handcuff was off of him, he flips you. He enters you without a second thought and starts at a harsh pace. A hand is wrapped around your neck and he arches your back so he could continue whispering into your ears. 

"I think about loving you. Caring for you..." Jungkook's thrust was powerful and echoed off the walls. "I think about breeding you. I know you'll be the perfect mother for our children."

You feel tears sweel in your eyes because damn did he have a way with words when it was time for him to be in control. 

"I promise nothing will ever happen to you or them." Jungkook places his head on top of yours - you were tightening around him and he understands you're going to cum. So was he. "I'll always protect you and our children."

"Please cum in me." you cry out, the tears of pleasure already streaming down your face. Your mind is blurred and all you can think about was having him inside of you completely - your sober mind wouldn't agree, yet she wasn't here with you now. 

Besides - you were on birth control. 

"Please cum in me, Kookie." you beg once more and it's what sends him over the edge. He nods his head at you before doing so - deeply. It sends both of you tumbling over. 

Your eyes feel heavy when you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around you. Unsure of what else to do, you do what your body wants and fall into a state of slumber. 

Yoongi takes a fussy Jin-Seon in his arms and rocks him gently. Jungkook watches how his son calms down in his Hyung's arms and releases a sigh of relief. He leans back into the chair and continues to eye his son, noticing the way his tiny fingers spreaded themselves out and he couldn't help but smile.

He had Jin-Seon while you rested - surprised that you did so. You didn't have an issue with allowing Jungkook around Jin-Seon, knowing he would never intentionally hurt him. But, he understood you were a mother and naturally was protective of him, so when you agreed on getting a bit of extra sleep and trusted him to watch Jin-Seon tells Jungkook that you were (ever so slowly) beginning to trust him again.

And this time, Jungkook would take your trust into account.

"Who knew you could be so soft, hyung." Jimin teases.

"We've known Yoongi to be a fraud for years now." Jin waves his hand with a laugh. "He treats Holly better than he treats us."

Jungkook stands when he hears a few whimpers come from Jin-Seon. "Is he alright?" he asks Yoongi who rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Jungkook, he is." he responds. "He just wants you to hold him is my guess."

Jungkook nods and takes Jin-Seon back into his arms, making little noises to calm him down.

"You know," Jimin crosses his legs. "he will eventually start crying just because he knows you would always come."

Jungkook furrows a brow at Jimin. "I'm his father." he deadpans. "Why wouldn't I come?"

"Got a point." Jimin smirks and leans back into his seat.

Jungkook wiggles his finger in front of Jin-Seon and cheers lowly when his son wraps his tiny hand around his finger. He understands that Jin-Seon was already spoiled - he often took him in his arms whenever he heard the slightest whimpers or coos. He couldn't help himself - he only knew of his sons existence for about a month and blamed only himself that he wasn't there during your pregnancy.

Jungkook also understood that his father wasn't much of a father. His mother had thousands of photos and he couldn't find one where his father held his as a baby - but he found one too many of his uncles - his Hyungs fathers - holding him and his brother. He had no desire for his son to grow wondering if he ever loved him because he would already know the answer.

"I think it's time for us to go." Jin claps his hands together. "We've been with Jin-Seon for hours - I know he's growing tired of us."

"May be tired of the rest of you." Hoseok says, strolling towards Jungkook and a yawning Jin-Seon. He places a finger on his forehead. "But he loves me."

Jin-Seon whimpers and Jungkook takes a step back from Hoseok. "That's enough, you're upsetting him." he frowns at his Hyung.

Hoseok scoffs but leaves it alone. Jin-Seon was a trader - never once did he whimper or cry in his arms. "I'll be back and he'll love me." he says down to Jin-Seon.

Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms as his Hyung leaves. By his feet stood Bam, walking behind him as he strolled around with his son. He was once afraid that Bam would attack the infant - but it was the opposite. All Bam was interested in doing was smelling him - Rasu was more hands on. He'd often climb wherever the baby laid and would sleep besides him, no matter how many times he'd tell the feline not to do so.

Jungkook raises his son into the air, smiling as the baby looks down at him uninterestedly. "So cute." he laughs, lightly lowering and raising his son. "So, so cute - damn it!" Jungkook quickly places his son on the furthest end of the leather couch. He removes his shirt - now stained with white baby spit up. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and throws it to the side.

Jin-Seon begins to fuss. Jungkook places him back into his arms. "I'm not upset." he coos at his son. "I'll never be upset at you."

Jin-Seon squirms in Jungkook's arms, his head towards his bare chest and mouth open trying to feed on nothing. Jungkook frowns, his bottom lip forming a pout. "You must be hungry." he murmurs down to his son before standing slowly, afraid if he done so far too quick he'd drop Jin-Seon.

Jungkook makes his way to you. You had woke a few moments before his Hyungs had nor were you far, only in the next room organizing Jin-Seon's nursery when he arrived frantically. Jin-Seon was seconds away from crying, the low whimpers telling him so. "He's hungry." Jungkook says as he enters. You're folding Jin-Seon's clothes when he does. "I don't want him to cry."

You roll your eyes before turning to Jungkook. You wouldn't admit it - but you found it cute how concerned Jungkook was whenever Jin-Seon cried. You've dealt with children since a young age with the amount of nieces and nephews you had and knew that them crying would be the least of your worries. You attempted to tell Jungkook this - yet he was convinced that whenever Jin-Seon cried it would be the end of the world. "Why are you shirtless?"

"He...spit up on my shirt again." Jungkook glances away.

"Black shirt?" you ask, but only because you know the answer.

"...Yeah."

"I told you to stop wearing dark clothing - it'll just stain." you shake your head with a sigh - but Jungkook didn't care, you knew this. He told you that he'll just buy more. "Men never listen." you smile at Jin-Seon. "Do you want to feed him?" you tilt your head. "Jae-Beom got me a pump as a late gift. I only got enough for one feeding. It's warming up now."

Jungkook's eyes widen as his eyes watch you go around Jin-Seon's nursery and grab what you thought he needed to feed him. He was nervous - he never fed Jin-Seon before since you breast fed him, but he enjoyed watching. Not in a sick perverted way - but getting to witness you caring for his son was a sight he was thankful to experience.

You usher him to sit down and place the bottle in his hands. Jin-Seon was seconds from crying and Jungkook's nerves were kicking in. "What if he doesn't want me to?" he questions. "He's use to you."

"If he doesn't like it then we can switch." you responded. "I think you give him too much power. He's a baby."

Jungkook remains quiet but listens on how you instruct him to put the nipple in his mouth. He does and sighs in relief that Jin-Seon begins to suck without a care who was feeding him. He smiles a low smile the way Jin-Seon stops squirming. His eyes are stuck on his sons face - so peaceful as he is fed. Not a care in the world - no problems to face.

You go back to folding Jin-Seon's clothes for the next few minutes, organizing everything around you for an easy find. The room is quiet and you're humming to yourself lowly. Jin-Seon was going to be a hungry child when he grew - all he wanted to do was eat. And knowing Jungkook, he'd allow Jin-Seon to do whatever he wanted as long as he wasn't hurting himself.

When you turn around to check on Jin-Seon, your eyes catch Jungkook's appearance and are taken aback. "Are you crying?" you whisper, unsure if you were intruding on a personal moment or not.

Jungkook feels the tears drop from his cheek and onto Jin-Seon's onesie. He takes a deep breath then swallows. "I can't take back what I've done to you Y/N. I wish I would've listened when you begged me not to." Jungkook wipes a few tears away with his shoulder, careful not to disturb a carefree Jin-Seon.

You've never seen Jungkook cry before - it startles you. One moment he was alright, smiling down at Jin-Seon as he feeds him and now he's visibly disturbed.

"Jungkook, what-"

"I love you with all my heart for making me a father but I hate myself for how it happened. I know..." Jungkook's eyes stare at Jin-Seon, his eyes watering even more. He wasn't a cryer - especially not in front of others. But the thought of his son growing older and despising him for what he's done to you makes his blood run cold. "I would do anything for you and Jin-Seon and I will spend forever trying to redeem myself."

Jungkook removes the bottle from Jin-Seon's mouth and begins to burp him.

Your step closer to them, your eyes on the unfamiliar mark on his chest. You squint your eyes to see just what it was. Jungkook lifts his head and notices your attention on your chest.

"I forgot to tell you." Jungkook murmurs. He gently stands, holding Jin-Seon to his chest. "I got it done when you were...gone. I added his name the day after I brought him home."

You glance upward to Jungkook then back down to the tattoo engraved into his skin - right above his heart.

Jungkook feels your fingertips touch his skin, tracing the tattoo of your and Jin-Seon's name followed by numbers. You take note that it was the day you and him married - and the day Jin-Seon was born.

You're unsure how to feel. Jungkook had many tattoos littering his body, yet this was reasonably more personal. It being tattoo right above his heart tells it all.

"I'm not telling you to forgive me." continues Jungkook. Jin-Seon was now asleep, his small hand in a tight fist held close to his lips.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"Nothing." Jungkook answers with a shake of his head. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

You cross your arms but turn your head away.

"I told you about my father and what he's done to me and my hyung..." Jungkook starts, he feels his throat swell up. "...and I...I took advantage of you that night. You begged me to stop-"

"You don't have to-" You didn't want to hear this - or relive that night.

"You begged me to stop, Y/N. And I didn't!" Jungkook hisses. He sniffles when Jin-Seon jumps in his arms, but doesn't wake. He rushes to place his son in his crib. He turns towards you, clenching the crib. "I told myself I would never be like that man and I became him."

You didn't know what there was to say to him. You could feel your own throat swell at the sight of him - he's clenching Jin-Seon's crib far too tight that his knuckles were turning white. His eyes were teary and a single drop falls into the crib as he watches his son sleep.

"Thank you for coming back to me." Jungkook's words are sincere. "I know I put you through Hell. I know I didn't give you a choice..."

Jungkook faces you now - even with blurry eyes does he noticed the hurt in your face. 

"I don't want our son growing up questioning if I love you or him." Jungkook steps closer to you, gulping. "I want to be the father I never had. I...I..."

Jungkook hangs his head. He doesn't know what to say. It would be cowardly to apologize to you - he has already. Many times, however, it felt wrong. He knew what he did was wrong and to apologize to you once more would be like a slap in the face. You didn't want to hear it - he was sure of it. 

"You're not like him." Jungkook hears your low voice through his ears. You curse at yourself for doing this - you owe Jungkook nothing, not even your kindness. But what you heard of Jungkook's father, you knew well enough that his son was nothing like him, no matter what he's put you through. "Jin-Seon...I know he'll be happy to have you as a father."

Jungkook widens his eyes at your words. You aren't looking at him but he appreciates your words. He doesn't deserve them - not after all he's put you through. He steps even closer to you, hands shaking. "Can I hug you?" he mumbles. "It's okay if you-"

"Okay." you nod in agreement. You feel his arms wrap around you and it brings back a flood of memories with just his scent alone. You gulp and exhale.

Jungkook holds you close to himself   - tight but not enough to make you uncomfortable. He wasn't one to do this - to show such vulnerability. He was tired of being the man he was since you've been gone - the things he's done to people, especially the women at the Brothel. He felt unlike himself, hating the world for something he's done. You would've never left if he could just say no to whatever bullshit tradition that didn't mean anything. He could've had the chance to see you grow pregnant with his child, to take pictures with you and deal with whatever cravings you had. You and him would be a family - the one he never had when he was a child.

"You never told me you could paint." you cross your arms. Your eyes catch the painting he has with Soo-ah and Hyejin. Both girls are painting rainbows while Jungkook had painted a museum worthy piece - a waterfall surrounded by an array of trees and a stream. 

"You never asked." Jungkook snorts, glancing your way. 

"Well...it's not like people in your line of work do this." you defend, eyes admiring the painting. The amount of detail you catch was amazing - so amazing that you were sure that this could be a profession Jungkook could work in. 

"Is that so?" Jungkook furrows a brow. "Namjoon-hyung also paints - as a hobby. He also writes books."

Namjoon was an intelligent man, you didn't doubt that. If these men were normal people - and not apart of whatever Mafia like gang, you wouldn't doubt for a second that Namjoon was a writer and Jungkook an artist. 

"Never judge a book by its cover." you shrug. 

You leave it alone - Jungkook was allowed to be talented. He was more ways than one - not only in sex.

Speaking of sex with Jungkook, as you woke this morning you felt the aftermath of the night prior. It hit you like a train, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Sex with Jungkook was always wonderful - and each time you woke up just like this.

What you weren't expecting was the words Jungkook spoke to you. Sure, he was a natural dirty talker and got off on speaking such dirty, praising and sometimes degrading words to you. His words last night got to you, so much so that you begged him to cum inside of you. It embarrasses you each time you think of it, but did you really regret it? The sex was good and consensual. You asked him to and he delivered - you couldn't say you felt indifferent about it.

You grab a quick breakfast - some juice and a bagel. You weren't hungry at the moment and haven't been since you arrived in Greece. Making your way into the back of the beach out, you stroll your way towards the Gazebo that sat a few feet from the pool. You sit and admire the scenery - the mountains are miles away but seem so close. The trees surrounded them are moving around in the  wind and you wish you brought your phone to take a picture of it. 

"Hello."

Your head snaps to the voice - an unfamiliar one. You straighten your back at the woman. She offers you a smile as she seats herself across from you. She's an older woman with a few wrinkles around her eyes, but you cannot say just what her age was. Her hair was cut into a short bob - jet black with a few strands tucked behind her ear. 

"You're Y/N." she states and you nod, bowing to her. There was something about this woman that was familiar to you, yet you're unsure how. "I'm Lee Young-Hee."

"Y/L Y/N." you smile, nodding your head respectfully. You take a sip of your drink. "Do you know my fiance?"

Young-Hee nods her head. "I know my son well."

You widen your eyes in horror. Quickly, you bow, apologizing to her. You're unsure how to now face her - how could you not know what his mother looked like. Yet, you blamed Jungkook. He spoke fondly of her always - yet pictures of her weren't around his home and you never thought about questioning when you'd meet her. 

"My son spoke of you often. I was wondering when he'd allow me to meet you." Young-Hee scans your appearance, checking for anything she could on your skin that stood out. "I got the invitation to your wedding just yesterday. Got on the next flight here."

You're confused. Jungkook was the one that set the date - and everything else. Why would he purposely leave his mother out of the wedding?

"I'm just as confused." you admit. 

You notice the way she looks at you, as if she's trying to find something. 

"Are you with my son against your will?"

You stiffen. You look into her eyes for any sign of her joking - but she wasn't. Her eyes were serious and at your lack of response, she placed a hand on yours. "You can tell me." she nods her head. 

"I-I don't understand." you laugh humorlessly. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, but your laugh was so dry that no one would believe it. "Where is this-"

"His father was a terrible man." Young-hee shakes her head. "I wished I would've left when I had the chance. Before I got pregnant with my eldest son. It was too late for me then." she stares into your eyes and you see it. The glint of truth - what Jungkook was telling you of his father rang far true, more than any of you knew. "It's not too late for you to leave if he's forcing you to be with him."

You can't bring yourself to respond. It was too late for her to leave - did that mean it was too late for Eun-Young? She had a baby and by the looks of it, she didn't want you to go through what she's gone through - her words exactly. You haven't noticed any bruises on her - even while she was in Greece. However, the way she acted around Jung-hyun was concerning - she always had her head and eyes down and remained behind him, rarely side by side. 

"Eomma!" Jungkook calls. You snap your head towards his voice to see him running towards the two of you. "When did you arrive?"

Young-hee sighs and turns towards her son. She rises from her seat and wraps him in a hug. "Just a few moments ago. I could have arrived when everyone else did if I was properly invited."

There's venom behind his mothers words and Jungkook could only chuckle nervously. He glances behind her to you. You were already watching him. There was no telling how long his mother was with you and what she told - or asked. 

"It happened so fast, eomma." 

"Don't lie to me, Jungkook." Young-hee pats his shoulders and lets go of him. "Lying doesn't suit the man I raised."

"Yes, eomma." Jungkook responds quietly. "Eomma, this is Y/N. My fiance." Jungkook reaches his hand out for you to grab. You do and stand, entangling your fingers together. "I've meant to have you meet her but..."

Jungkook turns his head to you and you smile. You place a kiss on his nose - it catches him off guard only for a second. 

"We couldn't wait to be married." you tell her, a smile on your lips. 

You had no desire to be caught by his mother. You're unsure what mother she was truly. You've seen mothers who were far too emotionally invested with their sons and didn't like any woman (or man) they brought home. There were mothers who were disconnected from their children that they didn't have a car in the world who they associaed with.

But with her concern if you were being with him against your will, you note, was maybe her way of preventing history from repeating itself. She couldn't save Eun-Young - she had a child to worry about - but there was a chance she could save you if needed be. 

But you couldn't allow her to. You weren't caring for just you - but for your family. There was no telling of what abuse - if any curenntly - Eun-Young was allowing. Yet, you can't say Jungkook was as abusive. Controlling at times? Yes. You were chipped like a dog - but so was he. He funded your lifestyle and willingly funded your families - you know those dance classes for Soo-ah were not cheap, neither was rehab for Hyun-woo. 

But Jungkook was kind when you were. He didn't force himself onto you and you iniciated almost every sexual act since the beginning of being active. He doesn't act the way Jung-hyun does - you can stand side by side with him and he'll be just as comfortable. There were many times in which he could've taken your freedom away and left you with nothing - but he hasn't. Even when you slapped him in front of his brother - a sign of ultimate disrespect -  the worse he's done was keep you close to him.

And chip you - yet with a little more reassurance, you were positive he'd remove the chip if he could trust you. 

"Well then," Young-hee shrugs. "allow me to have some girl time with my daughter-in-law. You've kept her hidden long enough."

Jungkook squeezes your hand gently and nods at his mother. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before departing. 

Young-hee gives you another scan. It wasn't though she couldn't trust her sons - she loved both of them dearly! Yet, they were also shared genes with their father and though he has been deceased for many years, they may share the same views. She's tried for years to steer her sons away from the "traditions" their father were forcing into their heads. Jung-hyun was more traiditional, less harsh than their father, yet Eun-Young was visible traumatized.

Jungkook always took after her. Quiet, mellow and reserved. He was sensitive and didn't enjoy seeing anyone be hurt. He was a man now and she understood that her son being in the business that was Bangtan alone meant that he was far from innocent - but he was a good person when needed be. 

"How did you and my son meet?"

You lick your lips. "An auction."

"Oh?" Young-hee furrows a brow. "What were you selling?"

'My virginity.' you thought with a bitter laugh. "Nothing." you giggle. "I was just...browsing. That's how we met."

Young-hee nods, but isn't convinced. 

"How well do you know my son?"

"I know what he does." you assure her. Your eyes catch Jungkook from inside the beach house, head peaking out the window. "I, um, don't come from this world but...I'm willing to be a part of it for him."

"I was like you once." Young-hee takes both of your hands in hers. She gives you a weak smile, a reassuring one. "I thought I could tame the monster that was his father..."

"J-Junglook's not a monster."

"I know he isn't. He's a good man..." Young-hee rubs her thumbs over your hands. "Yet, trauma lies deeply within him."

You understood this - Jungkook has informed you of such trauma. His behavior for keeping you against your will wasn't excused - yet now you could say you were far from against your will.

"Since you know what he does as a livelihood...what do you think of Bangtan's traditions?"

You shake your head with a sigh. "I-I don't agree." you respond. "Jungkook doesn't either and we have no intention of going along with it."

Young-hee is surprised - the wide eyes tell you this. "Is that so?" she murmurs. "But, it's been in Bangtan for generations. His brothers all went through with it. Are you telling me he will be the first to go against it?"

"I think he should've been allowed to decide when he wished to lose his virginity. And by whom." you disagree. You'd never agree to anyone being forced to lose something sacred to them at another persons liking. 

Young-hee's face falls and she drops your hands. For a moment her mind tells her that Jungkook was different - the exception. But, he was not. And you know nothing of what she was speaking of. 

"He has not told you about the consummation tradition." 

"Excuse me?"

Young-hee looks into your eyes - she pities you. How long was her son going to put this off before telling you. Was he ever?

"A better term is a bedding ceremony. Bangtan is all about..." Young-hee scoffs. "...expanding their family. It's a tradition that's gone on for decades. It's how all the marriages in Bangtan had went along and Jungkook would be no exception."

You feel your throat tighten. A Bedding ceremony...

What you knew of such act was allowing people to watch you consummate your wedding with Jungkook.

You feel your stomach rumble and you felt sick. 

"E-Excuse me." you bow your head. You needed to get out of here immediately. 

"Shit." you hiss, scrambling to grab your phone. It had rang, you forgetting to put it on silence before putting Jin-Seon to bed. "Where is it?"

Jin-Seon begins to wail, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, upset that his precious sleep was interrupted by the loud blaring of the phone. You mentally curse yourself as you searched for your phone.

"Is Jin-Seon alright?" Jungkook enters his sons room, already by his sons side. The boy - now 1 - reaches out for him, whimpers 'appa' and Jungkook takes him in his arms.

"I thought you were in a meeting." you groan, still looking for your blaring phone.

"I heard Jin-Seon crying." Jungkook grabs his son. "Eomma forgot to turn off her phone." he pretends to cry with his son. He rocks him back and forth as you continue to search for your phone. Jin-Seon was getting heavy but his son enjoyed nothing more than being held by his father.

"Got it." you huff. You grab the phone and answer it, bringing it to your ear without knowing who it was calling you.

Jungkook sways with his son as he eyes you. Since you returned a year prior, you had many calls from your siblings, all wishing to see Jin-Seon after realizing you were back home and with a baby. You had apologized for being gone for so long, claiming to be depressed and needed to get away. Yes, they had all collectively screamed at you - but they were also concerned about your well-being and safety. It was a cover up when Jungkook claimed to "find you a few weeks later and send you away for treatment".

"Hyun-woo?"

Jungkook stops swaying with his son. Jin-Seon now had his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes narrow at you as you laugh as you speak to your brother. He can't hear what he's saying, but he knows well enough that by the way you're talking it only meant that Hyun-woo was doing great in his recovery.

Jungkook hadn't kept up with Hyun-woo during rehab even if he was paying for it. He had no desire to. Nor did he have a desire to have Hyun-woo in his sons life and back in yours. You were doing better - much better - and having Hyun-woo enter and disturbing it weighs heavy on his mind.

"Yes. You can come see me when you come tomorrow!" you turn around to smile at Jungkook who does the same in return - though a fake one. "I also have someone you should meet..."

Jungkook places Jin-Seon back into his bed and crosses his arm, tongue in cheek. You continue speaking with him for the next few minutes before bidding your goodbye. You turn to him with a wide smile that makes his heart swell. You hadn't had a smile that wide and excited on your lips in so long - he longs to see it as much as possible.

"Hyun-woo is being released from rehab. He's better now and..." you step closer to Jungkook and wrap him in a hug, head pressed against his chest. "...thank you for paying for his treatment."

"You...you don't have to thank me." Jungkook murmurs. "You know I love you."

You remove yourself from Jungkook's chest and smile nervously. "Can he...come here? And visit?"

No - Jungkook doesn't want that addict around his son or you. But, you were slowly growing closer to him again and he wanted to do anything for you to be able to trust him. Hyun-woo would do nothing but cause harm to you growing closer to him but he'd never let that happen.

"Okay." Jungkook hesitantly agrees. "I need to be here for that to happen."

You nod your head vigiruosly. "I promise he won't steal anything." you assure. Jungkook didn't care about what the man stole, he had more than enough money to replace them.

"I don't care about that. I just want to make sure you and Jin-Seon are safe." Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders. "You and our son are my top priority."

You take a deep breath. You lick your lips.

The last year for you and Jungkook was hard. You and him agreed to therapy. There was no leaving anymore - not when Jungkook knew about Jin-Seon. He agreed to see a therapist that specializes in couple and familiar drama. Every day you and Jungkook went and talked about anything.

You learned of Jungkook's past - the therapist seemingly numb of learning Jungkook had murdered his father to protect his mother. You learned more about Jungkook in therapy than you've ever thought you'd learn just being by his side. Slowly, you can feel yourself warming up to him. What Jungkook has done to you done a number on you - yes, however, witnessing the way Jungkook put everything aside whenever Jin-Seon called him warms your heart. Jin-Seon is only 1 and can only say a handful of words, sadly Eomma isn't one of it.

"I can't wait to see him again." you admit. "He sounded...better. Like himself. Like the man I knew growing up."

Jungkook nods but he can't bring himself to appear happy. One thing for certain, Hyun-woo coming back couldn't ruin his family. He would never allow it.

"Please don't do this Jungkook." you pleaded, the tears streaming down your face at a rapid pace. 

The day had finally come - and to say you were less than pleased was an understatement. That night you had screamed at Jungkook for not telling you. You were embarrassed having to learn of such a tradition from his mother - and then it made sense. She was warning you for far more than abuse when it came to Jungkook and Bangtan in a whole. It made sense why he rushed to your side when noticing her speak to you. 

Jungkook had pleaded with you to not be upset or angry with him - that was a laughing matter. Was he going to tell you? Or was he going to allow you to find out when everyone crowded into the room to watch the two of you?

"They won't be in the room." he assures, yet that was worse. The fact that they watched you without you being able to see them didn't make it any less humiliating. How could you face these people after they witness you get fucked?

You didn't speak with him - no matter how much he tried. Days passed and the wedding came. It was a hectic day - and it was evident you weren't happy. Before meeting Jungkook's mother, you were actually expecting your wedding day. Now, it makes you bitter. You got your hair and makeup done without a word and your sisters attempted to cheer you up - but they were unsuccessful. 

Jungkook was a bucket of nerves. He often checked up to make sure you were even still where you needed to be - you were. You hadn't tried to escape but he couldn't think of anything else. He cursed his mother for telling you about the tradition - but it wasn't her fault. He should have told you about it, but the possibility of you running away and him ruining what the two of you shared weighed heavy on him. 

Jungkook knows he ruined what the two of you had regardless.

Jungkook smiled when he saw you in your dress for the first time in a month. Your hair was tied in an updo with loose curls lining your face. Your makeup enhances your beauty and he's in awe. He smiles as you walk towards him - but the smile on your lips is for show and he catches onto this. Still, he couldn't help but have his heart beat when you reach his side. "You're so beautiful." he murmured to you, yet you remain silent.

The wedding goes by in a blur and the party that ensures after is chaotic. Jin cried while giving his own speech in claiming that he saw Jungkook grow up. Yoongi even sheds a single tear before mumbling about being drunk and not emotionally invested in his dongsaeng. 

It didn't take long for your siblings to get drunk - but it was alright to you. At least they were content and thriving - something you couldn't say for yourself. You took a few shots yourself and lingered around. You wished you could go with the children when they were brought back to the beach house after partying too hard on sparkling juice. But, you had to stay with Jungkook and be fucked in front of the other members of Bangtan.

You couldn't understand the reason - it was a different time. You'd already willingly had sex with him. Why did these men need to watch you have sex with your husband to ensure you'd been imgregnated?

"It'll be okay, baby." Jungkook tells you, shushing you quietly. "What did I promise you before?"

You lick your lips. You can feel the eyes on you and your mind is wandering. Were they interested in what they were seeing? Were they laughing? Did they think you were being overly dramatic?

"I'll never let anything happen to you." Jungkook murmurs. He pushes you onto the bed, holding your face in his hands. "I'll protect you until the day I die. You have to trust me."

The room itself was bland but bright. You can see the camera in the corner ceiling of the room but try to ignore it. Your seated on the bed, the only furniture in the room. 

"You trust me, don't you?" Jungkook wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes. He leans down to kiss your forehead. 

You're unsure, but nod your head. 

"Good girl."

You glance at the camera when you feel Jungkook's hand sneak its way between your legs, pushing up the night gown. He rubs your clit. When he leans down and press a kiss on your cheek, your hand swings at him.

Jungkook feels your fist connect to his cheek and huffs. He glares at you, ears red. "Y/N." he hisses out a warning. "It'll be easier if you just-"

"Don't do this." you whimper, clenching your fists. 

"Y/N." Jungkook hisses. He grasps your chin with his hand and yanks you to face him. He leans down and hisses, "I will never hurt you. I love you."

"If you'd love me you wouldn't-" You feel Jungkook pushes you down. He gets atop of the bed and hovers above you. 

"You have to trust me, baby." Jungkook loses the anger in his voice. He didn't want to scare you - he loved you. He didn't want to put you through this yet he had to - it was a tradition. "The faster you cooperate the faster we can be done, okay, baby? Then we can go home."

You feel his hand once more between your legs. 

"Okay." you nod in defeat. "I...do this...we can go home." you repeat - more to yourself. It was to coach yourself into being comfortable.

You turn around on the bed, allowing him to remove the underwear you wore and lift the nightgown. You feel the tip of his cock twirl around your clit until you're wet enough.

Jungkook enters you and your fingers clench the bedsheets. Your head lays on the bed. You're unaware that you're crying until you feel it on your cheeks. You can feel Jungkook's thrust quicken but all you can do is look up at the camera facing you in the corner of the room. 

NEXT

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Cruel Intentions (Final)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime

Warning: masturbating (m), Jin-Seon being spoiled, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), jungkook constantly complimenting mc, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, mentions of abortion, vomitting,

Word Count: 20,521

Description: While in therapy, Jungkook and you reveal secrets while Hyun-woo makes his long awaited appearance that threatens everything Jungkook worked too hard to achieve.

Jungkook concluded that he didn't like witnessing you crying - and you were nothing but a stranger to him. The harsh tears streaming down your face was aggressive - even as he sits in his car, windows tinted, he could see the clear tears.

You didn't see Jungkook - you never did. It was dangerous to not notice your surroundings and realize the same black car with tinted windows following you - but Jungkook was no threat to you.

You were speaking onto your phone to whom Jungkook assumed was your brother, Hyun-Woo. You're trying to be quiet, but even from inside his car - tinted windows only cracked slightly - he could hear your words to Hyun-Woo. You're angry, rightfully so, now having to go into your savings to get the man out of jail.

It wasn't the first time Jungkook has followed you - to which you never noticed. He couldn't answer his own question when he'd ask himself why he was invested in you. He'd tell himself it was because you were Hyun-woo's sister and Hyun-woo was someone who owed him money. It wasn't anything far-fetched - it could be easily paid with a paycheck, yet Hyun-woo didn't have a steady paycheck coming in.

The day you got Hyun-woo out of jail, Jungkook watches as your face twists into one of disappointment - you didn't cry, yet your eyes show immense sadness. The research Jungkook did of Hyun-woo was that the man had gone through something to turn to drugs - his drugs no less. You were the youngest of five children and Hyun-woo was once a hero in your eyes - yet you never gave up on him.

Jungkook kept his eyes on you as you and Hyun-woo went to a local diner for breakfast, even after you wasted all of your savings to bail the man out of jail. Jungkook has a clear view of you and Hyun-woo eating - the older man sculfing down an insane amount and all you could do was laugh.

Maybe that's why Jungkook decided he wanted that - you. He wanted someone who didn't give up easily. No matter how many times Hyun-woo would promise you that he was done doing these drugs, the older man always found a way into his office with the amount of money needed for a week supply of high.

Jungkook was never the one to sell to any junkie off the street - but Hyun-woo was different. This man was once the man that owed him money and was shorting his men each visit. Jungkook had to take matters into his own hands and use whatever he needed as leverage. He would consider Hyun-woo lucky that he had a large family who all had children to go home to at the end of the night - all accept you.

But Jungkook never harmed women - as long as he watched you go to and from work and visit your family, his mind was never adament on "hurting" you. You were already a woman hurting - working long hours and chasing after your elder brother to ensure he wasn't either thrown in jail or dead. But you never gave up on Hyun-woo - not even after time and time he would disappoint you and go back to his old ways.

And Hyun-woo went back to his old ways, now sitting in Jungkook's office.

Jungkook leans forward at his desk. He's holding the small bag of white powder as he flickers it in front of the man's eyes. Hyun-woo visibly stiffens, his eyes following the small bag of cocaine.

Jungkook removes said cocaine from the small bag and onto his desk. He reaches into his pocket to grasp his wallet. He takes out his card - a random credit card - and begins to line up the cocaine. "Do you want to try?" he asks Hyun-woo, only glancing up once he was done lining the cocaine.

"I-I don't have money-"

"I didn't ask you that." Jungkook hisses. "I asked," Jungkook leans back into his chair. "did you want to try the product?"

Hyun-woo gulps. Yes, he did. Yet he couldn't. He was in an insane amount of debt that he owed to Jungkook spanning for months. The drugs Jungkook contained were like no other - powerful and pure, but expensive. The first couple occasions in which he bought from Jungkook (not directly, Jungkook was no dealer - he had men for that), he was able to pay it back in full. Yet, he grew restless with the drugs and the high it gave him - it was becoming something he couldn't live without.

Hyun-woo found himself having to steal just to make up the money back to Jungkook - and to just borrow more drugs. It was a constant rotation that ensured he'd never be out of debt when it came to Jungkook and Bangtan in general.

"Okay." Hyun-woo murmurs in defeat.

Jungkook watches as Hyun-woo snorts the cocaine, his mind on you and how disappointed you'd be right now if you were here. While you worked hard to pay your bills and attempted to save what little money you had - Hyun-woo was sitting here getting high off of his product. It was a shame, really, how naive of you to think that Hyun-woo would stop just because you asked him to. The man was far gone, no longer being the man you knew of him when you were a child - and it wasn't your fault.

"Do you have any family?" Jungkook suddenly asks - but he already knows.

Hyun-woo clears his throat, pupils dilated. "Y-Yes."

Jungkook caught onto the look in Hyun-woo's eyes - the look of disappointment in one self.

"Are they proud of you?"

Hyun-woo scoffs. Jungkook never cared to get personal with anyone. Hyun-woo was brought into his office and expected to leave on a warning. The warning being his thumb cut off until he got his money - failure to do so would result in him leaving the office dead the next time. Yet, he couldn't do that - not to Hyun-woo. He had plans for the man and death was not an option.

"I failed all of them." Hyun-woo shrugs. The high's getting to him and he's rambling as if Jungkook's an old friend. "Y/N is the only one who speaks to me and even she can't look at me without being ashamed." Hyun-woo sniffles, his nose itching from the powerful substance, while leaning back. "She works so hard. Too hard."

You do, Jungkook thinks, but not for long.

"Is she the one that's going to pay me my money?" Jungkook crosses his arms. He knows his answer already - Hyun-woo stole from you before, but that didn't mean it was his first option. He started by stealing from others first, breaking into homes to find whatever he could to pawn for cash.

Hyun-woo shakes her head. "N-No. I can pay for it." he insists. "I don't want her involved in this. She...She's not like me."

Jungkook know's this - you aren't like Hyun-woo.

"You said she is the only one who speaks with you?"

Hyun-woo nods. "Y/N isn't a quitter. She should've gave up on me long ago."

Jungkook clicks his tongue. You weren't a quitter - and that would be difficult for him to break. You were stubborn and far too dependant on yourself, yet Jungkook had dealt with worse.

"Here," Jungkook places a few small bags of cocaine in front of Hyun-woo. "it seem's like you need it."

"I can't take this." Hyun-woo protests. He's deep into debt and Jungkook never gave product for free.

"Sure you can." Jungkook chuckles. "You have a week to get my money back. You can leave my office, Hyun-woo."

"There should be no secrets anymore if the marriage is going to work." Ren - a therapist that's been working with Bangtan for years - speaks to Jungkook and you. "Do you want the marriage to work, Y/N? Jungkook?"

"Yes." Jungkook answers without a thought. He glances at you. "I do."

You nod your head slowly. "As do I." you responded.

It wasn't a lie - even after a year of having Jin-Seon and being back with Jungkook, you concluded that you'll never be rid of him - not while Jin-Seon binded the two of you together. It was easier to give into the relationship instead of running and denying Jungkook. You were glad that Jungkook now wasn't the same nearly two years ago - even if Jungkook was more lenient with you.

Jungkook now takes things slow, not trying to push you too hard into anything. It was only recently that Jungkook and you slept in the same bed together - starting because Jin-Seon cried until the two of you hugged him close. Jin-Seon's bed was large for him - tiny for two grown adults, but the two of you made it work. Now Jungkook and you decided to sleep in the same bed - back into his large bedroom - and Jin-Seon climbs into the bed to sleep between the two of you.

"Y/N. What do you think of Jungkook as a father?" asks Ren.

You're taken aback by the question, but respond nonetheless. "He's an amazing father." your response was low, but you meant every word of it. "Jin-Seon loves him so much. He...always calls for him when he isn't home."

It brings a smile on Jungkook's lips to hear you say those words. It makes his heart flutter even thinking about his son calling for him. It was difficult being away from Jin-Seon - especially when he woke up to nearly falling off the bed while Jin-Seon and you were sleeping peacefully in the middle. It was times like that he savored - waking up to his wife and son.

"Jungkook? What about you?" Ren turns her eyes to Jungkook. "What do you think of Y/N as a mother?"

"She's incredible." Jungkook doesn't miss a beat. "It comes naturally...her love for Jin-Seon. I love watching the two of them - even if they're not doing anything. Just knowing they're happy makes me happy."

Jungkook catches your eyes but doesn't hold it. He's embarrassed slightly - you and him have been coming to Ren for a while now in hopes of fixing your marriage (organically). Talking about his feelings was never something he was good at, but it was refreshing.

"I'm glad the two of you are coming to terms with one another." Ren places her hands in her lap. "Are there any secrets the two of you wish to share?"

You shake your head. There wasn't a way for you to have secrets from someone like Jungkook. The only one you could say was you being pregnant, yet he found you just as Jin-Seon was born.

"Yes." Jungkook murmurs and the room feels as though it's closing in on the two of you.

"Is it something that's going to make me look at you differently?" you question without looking his way. "If so I'll rather you keep it to yourself."

What you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. Whatever secret Jungkook had you didn't wish for it to come between you and him. You were finally starting to trust him again - as a husband and a father. Jungkook allowed you freedom (along with his men if he wasn't available) and in return you gave a little bit of yourself. You'd rather be left in the dark then return to the way you were a year prior.

"I found your birth control." Jungkook swallows. "I changed them to placebo pills."

You inhale.

"I tracked your periods and ovulation cycles. Ever since...we have become intimate. Before Greece." Jungkook doesn't look your way - he's unsure how you'd react to his confession. "I know Eun-Young gave them to you. She's the only one who could've."

Jungkook never confronted Eun-Young or his brother, it was best that he solved the problem himself. Eun-Young didn't have the privileges you had and the last thing he wanted was for his brother to go overboard in punishing her.

You suppose now you got your answer on how you got pregnant while on the pill. You snort loudly, shaking your head. The sadness you felt that day taking the pregnancy test is a feeling you'd never forget - the depressive thoughts conjuring in your mind soon after.

"I want the two of you to speak alone. I'll be right outside for about five minutes." Ren excuses herself.

Once the door closes, Jungkook turns to you. Your expression is unreadable, but Jungkook doesn't stop. "I shouldn't have done it and it was selfish of me to do that. I...if I can take everything I've done to you back I would. I-"

"It gave us Jin-Seon." you interrupt him. You finally catch his eyes - swimming in a sea of regret and guilt. "As unhappy as I was early on in my pregnancy..." you try to find the correct words. It was complicated to think back on your life and how you felt - but there shouldn't be anymore secrets. "...I couldn't imagine my life without Jin-Seon."

"I can't imagine a life without both of you." Jungkook comes closer to you. He left you space on the couch as he always did, but now he takes your hand in his.

You're stunned. Jungkook's hands are warm and his thumb gently strokes your hands. It was weird being sentient with him. Jungkook and you were once so affectionate prior to having Jin-Seon and dealing with the wedding - yet it changed after you came back to him. He didn't rush anything with you - always saying he loved you and never expected you to say the words back. When he hugged you, he always made sure to ask for your permission first and never overstepped any boundaries.

"Do you remember what I told you in Greece?" Jungkook tilts his head, eyes scanning your reaction. "I promised that nothing would ever happen to you or our children."

You did remember - faintly. It was the night you insisted on him cumming inside of you - ironically enough.

"I promised that I'll always protect you and our children. I'll always protect you and Jin-Seon." Jungkook squeezes your hand gently. "He was conceived that same night. Out of love, Y/N. I know you don't love me and I'm alright with that. But we made Jin-Seon out of love, didn't we?"

As creepy as it was, Jungkook had always tracked your periods. Realizing Jin-Seon's existence had Jungkook calculating the months you've been pregnant back to the night in Greece - that wasn't the bedding ceremony he wished he didn't participate in.

Jungkook was in a dark place while you were gone that he only blames himself now when he thinks back to it. Days of hating you for leaving him, turned into delusion - that you'd come back on your own free will. He distanced himself from his Hyung's and only turned to drinking as a way to cope with your absence. He had no real desire for any of the women at the Brothel unless he was intoxicated, his mind telling him that he was being intimate with you. But, it never lasted long - they didn't moan the way you did or touch him the same. They weren't you - and even he wishes he could retract the harsh treatment he displayed towards them.

"Yes." you nod. It was distressing to think of your feelings towards Jungkook. You wanted to hate him for what he forced you into, but you couldn't. He didn't lock you away in a dungeon and forced you to do anything. He never threatened your family and you're forever grateful that he assisted them - even after you left.

A knock sounds on the door and Jungkook releases one of your hands, only holding one. It does so to see if you'd remove your hand from his, and when you don't he decides it was safe to hold you.

"Can I come in?" Ren questions, poking her head in. She gives you and Jungkook a warm smile, glancing at your connected hands. As long as she worked with Jungkook - since he was a child at the age of 13 - it was heartfelt to see the man grown into his own person and not the man his father wanted him to be.

Ren takes a seat at her desk. "I assume the two of you talked?"

You and Jungkook nodded.

"I'm glad to see this." Ren admits. "Though I am not certain of Jungkook's past actions..." Ren glances at the man. "...I can say he is changing for the better. Not only for himself, but for you and your son."

You believed Ren.

"Before we wrap today's session up. I feel as though the two of you should experience normal couple activities."

"What do you mean?" Jungkook tilts his head.

"Y/N and you never had the chance to become a couple. It was thrusted into her, correct?"

Jungkook nods nerevously, glancing at you.

"And now you two are parents and live, breathe, sleep Jin-Seon. That's how it's supposed to be." Ren assures, not wanting to offend both young parents. "However, maybe just a night with just you and Y/N alone. You two can truly talk to one another."

"Like a date?" you inquire. "I don't think we've ever been on one."

Jungkook goes to protest, but stops himself. He tries to rack his brain for all the activities you and him had done - and yet he couldn't find any. You accompanied him to many dinner parties with the rest of his Hyungs prior to Jin-Seon - and even after. You and him ate out occassionally, yet Jin-Seon was always by your side and though neither of you ever minded, it wasn't a date.

Jungkook licks his lips - now he felt shitty.

"Like a date." Ren nods, she holds back laughter. A date was foreign to the two of you - and you were already married with a child. "You're young and still overly attractive. Live life - I promise Jin-Seon isn't going to be harmed if you left for one night."

Jungkook turns to look at you, catching your eyes.

"It won't be easy. By what you tell me, he's attached to you by the hip." Ren leans back into her chair. "But he's a baby and no matter how young, children can feel whatever their parents feel. If he senses that you two aren't loving one another, as he grows, he'll begin to blame himself."

Jungkook grips your hand at this. He never wants Jin-Seon to feel what he's felt as a child - wondering if his father ever loved his mother. He could never look at his father the same way - even at a young age - after he's physically, mentally and verbally assaulted his mother.

"Okay." you nod, gently squeezing Jungkooks hand.

"Okay." Jungkook repeats your word, offering the same nod. He glances your way, ears flushing red. "Y/N will you go on a date with me?"

"You're embarrassing." You snort and this causes Ren to laugh, yet you couldn't stop your heart from beating out your chest.

"Who is she?" asks Taehyung as his gloved hands open your laptop screen. It lights up and music plays from it - you must've been in a rush this morning.

"Just some girl." Jungkook responds. He glances around your apartment - it was small, but you were one person. You were one to appreciate pictures - there were many littering your walls. The home appeared cozy - you had little knick knacks here and there as decoration and a few candles, some used.

Taehyung snickers. "You wouldn't be asking me to hack into her devices if she was just some girl." the man says, clicking on the keys of your laptop.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. He doesn't have to explain anything to Taehyung - especially when his work with you wasn't done. Hyun-woo had just been arrested not long ago and he was sure you were going through it - your savings money to bail his out of jail down the drain.

"Is this girl the one you've been following?" Taehyung questions. "I'm almost done transfering."

"You're asking a lot of questions, Hyung." Jungkook retorts. He looks at his watch - you'll be home in another hour. It was Thursday and on Thursdays you don't stay late at work - you usually came home and relaxed before your double shift the following day.

"Of course I am." Taehyung snickers. "My dongsaeng never shows interest in women if it isn't a quick fuck." Taehyung closes your laptop. He stands straighter to eye Jungkook. "I know she isn't a quick fuck."

Taehyung watches Jungkook's reaction. "You're right." Jungkook nods. "I never fucked her."

"Oh?" Taehyung's amused now. "She must be special." Taehyung glances around the apartment. It was hard trying to find who this girl was - the pictures littering the walls had different faces in each. "What does she look like?"

"Does it matter?" Jungkook steps in Taehyung's line of vision. "We need to go. She'll be home soon."

Taehyung snorts. "You know when she comes home? You must really like her."

Taehyung was only teasing. It was refreshing to see Jungkook interested in a woman - he was the youngest and went through a phase with Jungkook fucking anything that was willing. He didn't need to find one woman to settle down with - Jimin had two. Still, he was young and only 24 years old. No 24 year old neccessarily needs to settle down and get married, yet their line of business never guaranteed you'd live another day.

Jungkook makes his way towards his own car and gets inside. He looks through his phone - the new one Taehyung has programmed. He was able to see just what was on your phone - pictures, emails, messages and all. He first goes through your search history in hopes to find what exactly you enjoyed. He didn't find much - only a few bills that were past due. Your electric was due to be disconnected soon if you didn't pay it - you got paid on Tuesdays, meaning you'd be without electric for days before you can pay it.

Jungkook uses his credit card to pay for the past due bills and exits the internet. He goes through your pictures - you're cute. You take a lot of selfies that you never post anywhere, your social media being dry as can be. You have a few memes saved, some full body pictures that he stares at for too long and some pictures of your family members - mainly children.

Jungkook scowers your phone and reaches your messages. You didn't have a lot of friends - if he can call them that. He would call them acquaintances. You don't hang out with anyone special - nor were you dating anyone. Jungkook would've known, but you being as introverted as you were was good. He'd even say great. It made everything he was planning easier. An introverted person didn't have people looking for them.

Jungkook leans back into his seat and goes through your pictures again opening and closing different folders and albums - at this point he was just being intrusive. He comes across a hidden folder and it's as if he hit the jackpot.

You were introverted, yes, but that didn't mean you were overly shy. These pictures he found must've been ones you kept to yourself - you in just your underwear posing for the camera, some of your body naked, others in lingerie. It makes Jungkook's throat dry and he understands that this was the ultimate invasion of privacy. However, he doesn't stop himself from scrolling and zooming in on pictures.

Your skin is soft - it has to be. The curves in your body were like a work of art and Jungkook regrets unbuttoning his jeans and stroking himself to your pictures. He's glad his windows were tinted and no one could see just how perverted he was being.

Jungkook's panting - hands gripping his cock as his eyes trail the way your breast appears in the selfie you took. It wasn't much - yet he could see the thin line of yor underwear peaking through the bottom of it, and it was enough for him to imagine the way your ass was - how soft it cold be, how gripable it was and the sound it'd make if he was fucking into you...

The disgust came instantly after Jungkook cums into his hands. He wasn't some teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time, yet he acted out of pure lust. He turns off the phone and throws it into the passenger seat and rummages through the glove department to find a napkin to wipe his hands. Just as he's done, his phone begins to ring from his suit pocket. 

"Speak." Jungkook sighs into his phone as he answers it. 

"Jeon-ssi." the deep voice of Seung-hyun says over the phone. "It's done."

"Is it?" Jungkook starts his car. "Did you touch her?"

"No." Seung-hyun insists. "She was frightened, however."

Of course you were frightened having men in dark suits come to your work place and look for your brother. It was bound to happen, though. You were lucky that Hyun-woo had got his product from Bangtan - they were less vicious than most. Jungkook had no intentions of harming you or your family members. He'd admit that Sehun was once a person of interest being Hyun-woo's younger brother - but witnessing the man play in his yard with both of his sons has Jungkook going against his decision. 

"Alright." Jungkook pulls out and begins to drive. "Tonight I want you and Daesung to go to her home. I've sent you the address already. Bring Ji-Yong with you." Jungkook clenches the steering wheel. "Scare her. Break anything that doesn't appear personal. Don't harm any of her pictures or devices - and don't put your hands on her either."

"Yes, Jeon-ssi." Seung-hyun responds. "Is there anything else you need for us to do?"

"Yes. Inform her of Hyun-woo's debt and tell her she has a week to come up with the debt amount."

Hoseok hands Jin-Seon his phone and the boy takes it without a second thought. Jimin frowns when he drops the teddy bear he has given him not even five minutes prior. He sends a glare at Hoseok who now has Jin-Seon sitting in his lap and the boy happily opens and closes apps.

Jungkook had called all 6 of his Hyungs for help - claiming it was an emergency. The emergency being that one of them needed to babysit Jin-Seon for a few hours while he and you went on a date.

Jin was the first to come and soon gave up. He tried to take Jin-Seon - who was seated in Jungkook's lap - but the boy did nothing but scream and squirm in his arms. Namjoon came soon after and eased his way closer to Jin-Seon, but he does nothing but clench Jungkook's shirt.

Yoongi manages to hold Jin-Seon, lightly bouncing him on his leg until you walked in to check on him - which Jin-Seon now realized he'd rather be with both parents and not the uncles he pretends to not know.

Taehyung is successful in distracting Jin-Seon - he brings his son who's only about three. Jin-Seon follows around the older boy but as soon as Jungkook and you attempt to make a run for it, Jin-Seon is running after the two of you and whimpers.

"Do you wanna come with me?" Hoseok coos, wrapping Jin-Seon into a hug.

"Cheater." Jimin huffs, crossing his arms.

Jin-Seon's eyes lift and he trails them around. The boy begins to cry and squirm out of Hoseok's arms when he doesn't see the familiar faces of his parents - who are halfway out the door when he screams. He throws Hoseok's phone roughly onto the marble floor - receiving a laugh from Jimin - and attempts to run around to look for the two of you.

"Maybe you two should just go and we'll all just stay with him." Yoongi suggests. He's never met a child so attached to their parents and it was visible that Jin-Seon would never allow you and Jungkook to leave his side.

Jungkook pokes his head into the sitting room and feels terrible at his distressed son. Jin-Seon comes running as fast as his legs could and clenches Jungkook's pants. He turns back to look at his uncles and cries louder.

"You'd think we're strangers the way he's crying." Jin shakes his head. He was his father's son - Jungkook was just as dramatic when he was young.

"He's terrified." Taehyung brings his own son into his lap as he sits down. "Remember when Kookie was terrified of balloons when he was that age?"

Jungkook picks up Jin-Seon and sends a glare towards Taehyung.

"And Joon and Hobi would always shove them in his face? How could I forget?" Jin laughs aloud.

"Funny." Jungkook says dryly. "You all are useless."

"We can put him to bed a little early." you suggest. You come behind Jungkook and smile at Jin-Seon. He has his head resting on Jungkook's shoulder and refuses to look at the men in his home.

Jimin leans back. "As beautiful as always, Y/N." he smiles to you and you return it nervously.

"No wonder Jin-Seon doesn't like you. You flirt with his mother." Taehyung furrows a brow.

"As if he doesn't have two wives already." Namjoon jokes.

Jungkook's jaw clenches but he chooses to ignore his Hyungs. He turns to go down the hall to the bedroom.

"Yoongi-ah," Jin claps his hands. "let's cook."

"For what?" Yoongi groans. He leans back lazily.

"That spoiled child is never going to let his parents leave the home without him." Namjoon snorts. "It's like a radar goes off in his head when they're a foot out the door."

"Are you suggesting we bring the date to them?" Jimin tilts his head. "How kind of us."

"Run a criminal empire during the day and organize dates at night." Taehyung sighs and stands. "You wanna help us cook?" he leans down to his son.

"You're not cooking." Jin scoffs. "Go set up the table."

Jin-Seon still doesn't prefer to sleep in his own bed - doesn't matter if the walls are decorated with many different super heroes he enjoys watching (even if he doesn't know what's going on), he has a large twin size bed to himself with the softest sheets and stuff animals, a large tv hanging from the wall with a mood lamp that changes colors and even sings soft lullybies. Not including the toys you and Jungkook bought for him plus gifts - it was truly like a play palace that you'd without a doubt sleep in - Jin-Seon couldn't be bothered with it.

Jungkook opens the door and allows you to walk through first. You remove your heels and make your way towards the bed. The dress you wore rises up as you lay down and Jungkook peaks - just a little - at the exposed flesh of your inner thigh. But, neither of you were here for that. Jin-Seon places himself in the middle once Jungkook lies down.

You quietly laugh at your son. He knew just what to do to get his way and each time Jungkook and you fallen victim to such behavior.

Jin-Seon snuggles closer to you, back against your chest. His hand reaches out for Jungkook, who comes closer to him. Jin-Seon's tiny hand places themselves on Jungkook's chest and he closes his eyes.

"I don't think we're going to make those reservations." Jungkook murmur after a while. Jin-Seon's grip on his dress shirt loosens.

"I know." you snuggle into Jin-Seon's hair and inhale. "It's hard being away from him."

"It is." Jungkook agrees.

Jin-Seon could never annoy him with his attachment to Jungkook. He was just as attached to his son (and you) as his son was to him. It's an act he wishes he could have experienced with his own father - yet he doesn't dwell on the lack of relationship with the man. He was abusive to not only his mother, but his children. He could never harm you - in general - but especially not in the view of his son.

"It feels nice." Jungkook murmurs. His finger gently rubs Jin-Seon's cheeks. "Knowing that he loves us so much. I hope it never fades."

"As long as we love him just as much," your hand rubs Jin-Seon's hair softly. "it never will. Before we know it he'll be a moody teenager."

Jungkook groans. "I dread that happening. I was terrible." he shakes his head at the memory. "I can't wait when he starts school and joins clubs. I never got the chance to."

"Why not?" you murmur a response, still rubbing Jin-Seon's hair.

Jungkook removes his finger from Jin-Seon's cheek. "My father." was his only response and you understand it completely. "If it didn't concern the business he wasn't interested in it."

You listen to Jungkook speak - getting more insight to his childhood has you comprehending the man he became because of it.

"My mother always came to whatever I was interested in at the time." Jungkook continues. "Yet, a boy always wants his father there, too. I dropped out of many things because he said it was a nuisance. I realized to get my father to notice me was become involved with Bangtan much earlier than intended."

You swallow the truth. Your mind knows that Jin-Seon is expected to do the same - to become the same as Jungkook and the rest of them. You would eventually have no say in it - no matter how much it makes your heart ache.

"He told me he was proud of me for the first time when I shot a man right in the head. He was tied up and gagged and one of my fathers rivals." Jungkook's words are emotionless but your eyes widen at them, a gasp releasing from your lips. "I threw up afterwards. I was only 10." Jungkook snickers - not because it's funny, but the fact that his father showed actual interest in his was when he held a gun in his hands.

You're stunned - too much to respond. It makes you hold Jin-Seon closer to you.

"My father never dealt drugs on the street, he had men for that. All of the elites in Bangtan did - yet he insisted I learn how to count products in case one of my men shorted me. I got off of cocaine for the first time at the age of 13 - by accident. I thought I was going to die." Jungkook lets out a humorous laugh.

"I - that's not funny!" you hiss lowly to him. You're unsure how to process all of this new information.

"Laughing is a coping mechanism." Jungkook leans closer and presses a kiss onto Jin-Seon's forehead. "I've watched my father abuse my mother for years before I've done something about it."

You process his words, eyes narrowing at him. You're afraid to ask what he means, but deep down Jungkook recognizes the glint in your eyes. You know what he's saying - just afraid to ask further detail.

"I was done sitting around allowing my father to hurt my mother."

"You don't have to tell me." you quickly quip. You're holding onto Jin-Seon close to you - so close that you're surprised he hasn't stirred awake.

"I don't want there to be any secrets with us." Jungkook comes closer to you. He's reaching to see how far you're willing to let him touch you. He wraps his arm around you, Jin-Seon snuggling into his chest. "I told you my father has died but I didn't tell you that I killed him."

You're face to face with Jungkook, Jin-Seon sleeping soundly between the two of you.

"I shot him with the gun he gifted me on my 15th birthday." Jungkook's hand lift to touch your cheek - you don't flinch like he initially expected. "I'd want Jin-Seon to do the same."

You knit your brows.

"Don't look like that." Jungkook chuckles. "I'm not saying I want to die by his hands." Jungkook's thumb rubs your cheek. He's glad to have you and Jin-Seon so close to him - it makes his heart feel warm. "What I am saying, if I ever become my father and abuse my wife and son," Jungkook doesn't blink, dark eyes staring into you. "I want our son to protect you. Even if it's from me."

Jungkook has eyes on you at all times - mostly his own. It's unfortunate that you have to sell your belongings to get your own brother out of debt - but of course you do it.

Jungkook admires you. He knows you've cried for hours - he sees so on the camera he's hacked onto your laptop and phone. Yet, you refuse to dwell on your unlucky life now. You got to work quickly - selling your belongings in hopes of getting any amount of money for them. You stressed yourself out with work - staying long past your time to clock out.

You'd never make up for the price. Jungkook has assured that you'd never would - which is why he set such a high amount. Hyun-woo owed him money, however not the price he set.

Was it sadistic? To watch idly as you sold your belongings and overworked yourself? Maybe - yet this was part of his plan to have you. Eventually you'd have to give up and give into him.

First, he had to tempt you into joining the Underground Black Market by sending suggestive ads to your devices. All you had to do now was take the hint - and you did.

The Underground Black Market wasn't for outsiders or the public. It was an organization strictly for mafia families - Bangtan being heavily invested into it. Those around the world participated in said Black Market - Jungkook himself travelled from Thailand all the way to Mexico for said Black Markets.

Jungkook himself is unsure what you have to sell - but whatever it was, he was bringing an insane amount of cash to buy it. Even if yo got your ass on the stage and sold a gallon of milk - as comical as it could be - he'd buy it. It was all apart of his plan, after all.

"Knock, knock,"

Jungkook glances upwards and catches eyes with Jimin who walks right into his office. Jungkook leans forward, elbows on his desk. "Yes?"

"Is that how you greet people?" Jimin rolls his eyes.

"I'm busy." Jungkook glances away from Jimin and back down to his phone.

"Stalking that little girl?" Jimin scoffs. He sits down across from Jungkook and crosses his legs. "Is she cute?"

Jungkook takes a deep breath.

"She must be if you're doing all of this mess." Jimin giggles. "Have you fucked her?"

"Shut up." Jungkook groans, throwing the phone onto the table. "That's private."

Jimin is taken aback, but soon he's sporting a wide smile. "Oh." he hums.

"Oh?" Jungkook snaps his head to Jimin to furrow a brow. "What the hell do you mean 'Oh'?"

"You never touched her." Jimin's tone comes out teasingly. "You would've told me if you did."

"I'm not having this conversation." Jungkook's ears are turning red. "I have somewhere to be in an hour."

"This late?" Jimin questions. "Black Market this year doesn't seem promising."

How wrong Jimin was. It was very promising.

Jimin had insisted on accompanying Jungkook to the Black Market event. They sat front and center and Jimin fought back dozing off one too many times. He had nothing to buy and by the looks of it, neither did Jungkook.

The last category is what always catches any man's attention - the sex. Women always found their way to these in hopes of getting into the beds of powerful men. Jimin always made his attention conscious at this time - in case there were any women needed for the Brothel; for a price, of course.

Jungkook eyes catches you and his heart's pumping outside his chest. He feels himself stiffened and his mouth loses any moisture. You were beautiful - a true sight to behold. You appeared frightened to walk on stage in nothing but lingerie - cheap, he can tell, but enough to make him want you right then and there. You're nervous and by your facial features he notes you're uncomfortable to be in front of so many men.

You were selling sex; this is how desperate you've come to be to pay of Hyun-woo's debt.

You were right where Jungkook wanted (and needed) you to be.

Jimin snorts. "64 million won for some pussy?" he shakes his head. He was looking (respectfully) into looking if you were willing to be apart of the Brothel - you had the perfect fit, just needed a little bit more confidence.

""I'm not just selling sex." you speak into the microphone, the sea of people watching you making your stomach feel uneasy. "I'm selling my virginity."

Jimin widened his eyes - now that was different. A virgin in a sea of powerful men with a superiority complex - more hands went up at the new fact. "She's cute." Jimin whispers to Jungkook. "Should I-"

"No." Jungkook hisses.

Jimin pouts his lips, but decides to sit this one out.

One man offered 64 million straight out, his old shaky voice cracking. You were visibly disgusted, but kept your smile on your lips - Jungkook snorts. Another man shouted 65, the next 70.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook loudly declares, "400 million won."

Jimin snaps his head to Jungkook with wide eyes, then back at you. A light bulb flashes above his head and he's giggling to himself.

"Cash." Jungkook steps forward, eyes locking with you.

"Is this the girl you're-"

"Not now." Jungkook doesn't break eye contact with you.

"Sold!" the host says, head shaking in disbelief at the amount of money you were about to obtain for your virginity. You watch Jungkook make his way to the stage, all the while he's also watching you. You're captivated by him, completely stunned - he can tell. Maybe it was because of how young he was unlike the other men who want nothing but to take advantage of your innoncence.

Jungkook grasps your jacket and places it upon your shoulder. He pushes you gentle towards the left side of the stage and down the small stairs. The two of you needed to talk about the new found contract you're in.

You two had a lot to talk about. You marveled at the amount of cash he takes out of the black bag - the exact amount you needed to get Hyun-woo out of debt. He was serious about paying you for your time - at least that's what he wants you to believe. 64 million won was nothing but pocket change to him and handing it over to you wasn't anything he'd think twice about. 

Your fidgeting doesn't go unnoticed - you were intimidated. You were confused, and rightfully so. He was not a man that needed to buy pussy - he had pussy all around him. hat intrigued him more about you was not that you were selling sex - but selling your virginity for your brother's debt. It makes something in him want you more now - how selfless you were to help the ones you love. 

"Before we...make out a contract. Why are you doing this?" Jungkook asks you. He has taken you to his car, a black mercedes with dark tinted windows. You two sit in the back while one of his men drives the two of you - Jimin long gone.

"I need the money." you admit. He knows. 

"64 million won is a lot of money to need." Jungkook chuckles a response. "College? Mortage?" He watches your eyes glance around shyly.

"My brother's in debt." you say. Jungkook feigns ignorance.

Jungkook listens to you go into detail about everything that transpires. You were utterly exhausted - overworking yourself to pay your bills and deal with Hyun-woo's debt. You are nearing tears when you tell him of his men destroying your house and only allowing you a week to conjure the debt money - Jungkook feels a sting in his heart at your words and admission of how scared you were. You thought they'd come to kill you, and now Jungkook feels terrible about putting you in that position.

"I've sold nearly everything I could to pay off his debts." Jungkook hears the words come from your lips. "All I have left is my dignity and my virginity." you snicker.

"Do you hate him?" Jungkook questions. "For...doing this to you?"

Jungkook waits as you think a response, but it comes quicker than he expects. 

"No." you shake your head. "I can never hate Hyun-woo. He's my brother."

"He got you into this mess." Jungkook states. "You just admitted to being scared for your life."

You nod at him, and Jungkook feels his heart tighten when you give him a smile - a sad one - but a smile nonetheless. "I'd never give up on the ones I love."

The rest of the car ride remained in silence. Jungkook thinks of your words - how vulnerable you were left taking care of Hyun-woo. However, he understands you're the perfect woman for him, now more than ever. You're determination to get Hyun-woo out of debt with what little you have and Jungkook's positive that the woman he needs is a woman like you. 

"Here," Jungkook hands you a bag with the exact amount. "64 million won."

Your eyes widen.

"I'll come back to give you the rest." Jungkook ensures. 

"I-I...you don't need me to do anything for you now?" you ask. You're so pure and it's killing him. Just the thought of you doing anything for him in the car is enough to make his pants feel clasphobic. "I only need 64 million won - no more. You can come in and-"

Jungkook takes a deep breath. "I'll be back." Jungkook nods. "Pay your brothers debts."

You get out of the car and turn to him. You bow. "Thank you." you murmur. You lift yourself up to look at him, a soft grin on your lips. "I promise to be the best I can be for you."

Jungkook doesn't dount that, he licks his lips and watches as you stroll into your home. 

You jolt awake at the sound of knocking on the door, as does Jungkook. He checks on Jin-Seon before gently disconnecting himself from his son and you. You watch groggily as Jungkook makes his way to the bedroom. He opens it and frowns at the wide smiles of Jimin and Taehyung.

"Kookie!" Taehyung quietly cheers. "Han-jae's asleep in Jin-Seon's room."

"That's fine." Jungkook yawns. "At least someone is."

"But," Jimin claps his hands together - again, quietly to not wake Jin-Seon. "we need you and Y/N to come with us. It's important."

Jungkook turns to see you already looking towards them. Jungkook sighs. "She's resting with Jin-Seon. Is it actually important or are you-"

"Can you stop bitching and come with us?" Taehyung snaps. "Shit."

"Fuck off." Jungkook closes the door and Taehyung has the urge to kick it down, but for his nephew's sake he doesn't.

Jungkook makes his way towards your side. He looks down at you just as you untangle yourself from Jin-Seon. "What do you think they need?" you ask.

"Not sure." Jungkook leans down and puts a hand on Jin-Seon's head. "We can go check it out if you're not tired. If you are I'll go alone."

You shake your head. "I'll go." you give Jin-Seon a quick peck on his forehead.

Jungkook follows you out of the room, silently closing the door. He hears commotion coming from down the hall and already wants to throw everyone out of his home. He turns the corner with you and comes face first to his Hyungs.

"Finally." Yoongi groans.

"You're all still here." Jungkook deadpans. "Why?"

"You're rude." Namjoon crosses. "After everything we did for you."

"All you did was make the table." Hoseok laughs.

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook makes his way towards the kitchen where he smells food.

"Kook-ah!" Jin comes closer. He's wearing an apron around his chest. "And Y/N-ie. Welcome to the best resturant Korea can offer you."

You can't stop yourself from smiling. The kitchen had been transformed - where they got the round table, you're unsure, however the chairs come from the large dining area. Theres a white table cloth covering the table - a vase in the middle with an array of flowers. "Did you take these from the garden?" you ask no one in particular.

"Uh..." Hoseok stammers.

"I hope you don't mind. It's too late to get flowers elsewhere." Namjoon scratches the back of his head nervously.

You turn to Jungkook.

"Simps." Jungkook murmurs, but he's flattered none the else. "What'd you cook?"

Jin hurridly grasps the finest china Jungkook owned - which weren't fine in the slighest - and begins serving you two.

"Sit down." Taehyung pushes you and Jungkook towards the table. "There's already appetizers on the table."

"Bread." you giggle, nodding your head. "Amazing appetizers."

Hoseok places two wine and collins glass down. Namjoon has a pitcher of water and pours it into the collins glass while Jimin pours red wine into the wine. Jungkook crosses his arms but he can't hide the satisfied smirk on his lips. "Thanks, maid." he nods to Jimin who gasps.

"I'll let that one slide." Jimin places the wine on the table.

Jin comes with two plates down onto the table before you. Jungkook leans back to release a laugh.

"Samgyeopsal." Jungkook claps his hands. "You all did this just for me? I'm flattered." Jungkook jokes. "And Y/N says us men in our profession can't be simps."

"I stand corrected." you take a sip of your wine. "Thank you for...all of this."

"You two are going to make me cry." Jin pats his heart. "Have fun, tonight. We'll be going."

"You aren't staying?" Jungkook furrows a brow.

"And intrude on your date? No." Hoseok shakes his head.

"Jin-Seon's asleep. Get drunk and have fun." Jimin winks his eyes aggressively. "Extra fun."

"The type of fun that makes babies." Taehyung pipes in.

"Maybe Jin-Seon wouldn't be such a cockblock if he had someone to play with." Yoongi jokes, and laughs erupt throghout the kitchen.

Jungkook's flushing, as are you. But you aren't upset with their jokes - it was thoughtful of them to do this for you and Jungkook.

"I'll go get Han-jae." Taehyung begins, but you shake your head.

"No, leave him." you insist. "You can get him tomorrow afternoon. He's already asleep."

Jungkook nods. "Jin-Seon and him would be happy to play together."

Taehyung claps his hands. "It's settled then. No taking it back."

Soon it's just you and Jungkook. It's quiet as you both eat, only making small talk. Jungkook's flattered that he had the chance to be with you - not the date he expected, but the date he'd remember the most.

"You look beautiful." Jungkook takes a sip of his water.

You snort. "Don't lie to me. I have bed hair and it probably marks all over my face from sleeping."

"I'd never lie to you about how I feel." Jungkook's eyes burn holes into you. "You're beautiful."

You look away. "Thank you."

Jungkook takes a bite of the pork belly. "Thank you for being my wife."

"You're becoming the so called simp you called Namjoon and Hoseok." you tease.

"I'll always be a simp for you." Jungkook lifts the wine glass in salute. "My beautiful wife."

"Are you already tipsy?"

"Maybe." Jungkook shrugs. "Thank you for giving me Jin-Seon." Jungkook gulps down the rest of his wine.

"Drink some water. A glass of wine shouldn't be getting you this hype."

"I don't have to be drunk to shower you with compliments." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Here," Jungkook grabs the wine to pour some more for the both of you. "A toast to..." Jungkook hums.

"To us." you quip, raising your class to click against his. 

Jungkook's lips curl upwards until he's beaming, bunny teeth on display. "To us." he repeats.

Jungkook takes a gulp of his wine, realizing that this date with you would be the date he'd remember until the end of time. It wasn't about how extravagant it was or how much money he spent to fund the date - it was about you and him; together. You smiled at him - a smile that appears genuine, like you wanted to be there. The two of you laughed and joked as if nothing had ever come between you.

"Thank you." Jungkook says again - he had 4 glasses of wine already and he's feeling it. 

You're on your third - only taking a sip of it - the food had long finished and now all Jungkook and you had done was drink and laugh - him occasionally sending flirty comments your way. But he couldn't help himself - especially not the way you're dressed. You appeared completely edible now - and he would do anything to taste you again. 

"What are you thanking me for now?" you question amused. 

"For being my wife." Jungkook shrugs. "For giving birth to our son."

"You already said that."

"Right." Jungkook chuckles. "For...forgiving me. Little by little. Thank you."

"I can't keep spinning you Hye-Jinnie." Jungkook laughs, giving the small girl another spin before placing her on the ground. "But I promise I'll be back."

Hye-Jin frowns, nearly falling from being dizzy. "Do you promise?" she asks, curly strands falling into her eyes.

Namjoon shakes his head, stepping behind his daughter. "If he breaks his promise he has to buy you ice cream."

"The one with cotton candy and sprinkles." Hye-Jin smirks mischeviously at Jungkook who could only laugh.

Hye-Jin makes her way out of Namjoon's office. His daughter was never usually allowed inside, only visiting when she realized Jungkook was over - someone who is considered a "big kid" to play with and also a jungle gym to climb on.

"You're the only parent I know who condones ice cream and candy everyday." Jungkook snorts.

"When you have children you'll understand how difficult it is to say no to them." Namjoon leans against his desk, arms crossed. "Let's talk about why you're really here, Kookie."

Jungkook nods his head. "I need help. More like back-up."

Namjoon waits for Jungkook to continue.

"I can't tell you anything now - I'd rather wait until the rest of us are together." Jungkook glances at Namjoon, waiting for a reaction. Namjoon was one of his Hyungs that wasn't afraid to tell him about himself (he appreciated it at times, sometimes not so much) and he'd rather not hear it.

Namjoon hums. "Does this have something to do with that girl you've been stalking?"

Jungkook snaps his head to Namjoon. "I wouldn't call it stalking." he retorts. "I was-"

"Taehyung says you had him hack her devices." Namjoon interrupts. "Do you know this girl personally or is she just your latest lay?"

"Tell Taehyung he can fuck off." Jungkook hisses. "If you aren't going to help me, Hyung, I'll go to Jin-hyung. Matter of fact - Noona will be better." Jungkook could never forget the way his Hyung's wife freely took down multiple mafia families and had Bangtan become higher than they once were.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. Jungkook was always overly sensitive and overly dramatic. Jin allowed Jungkook to do whatever he wanted without any type of consequences - regardless of how Jungkook acted. When it came to Namjoon's own wife - who is fully capable of doing whatever Jungkook requested without a blink of an eye - but she was a changed woman and he'd rather not have her go back to those days.

"I'll help you in whatever you need." Namjoon states. "Are we taking your car?"

"It's not like you have your own." Jungkook smirks, releasing a loud laugh when Namjoon's face remains stoic.

The ride to wherever Jungkook was taking him was silent. Namjoon notes that whatever Jungkook was thinking, it weighs heavily on his mind. He doesn't understand much of the woman Jungkook was infatuated with, only being told that she was being watched by him almost daily.

It's a weird sight that Namjoon needed to get accustomed to. Jungkook was the last of them to be wed - only using woman for sex and nothing else. He managed to ignore any meeting Bangtan had to offer with him being married and producing a heir - and yes, he was young and had some time, yet tomorrow is never promised in their career choice.

The car stops right in front of an apartment. Namjoon opens the door, a gun on his hip. Jungkook slams the door behind him and strolls towards the first apartment. Namjoon follows behind him and nearly slams into Jungkook when he suddenly stops. "Trust me on this, Hyung." Jungkook murmurs before he turns and slams the door open.

Namjoon draws his gun just as Jungkook does. His eyes land on three men inside the small apartment and one woman - eyes wide with confusion and fear. He recognizes these men - Daesung, Ji-Yong and Seung-hyun, all men who worked for Bangtan and directly under Jungkook.

"What the hell?" Daesung to the intruders, arms raised. His eyes widen in realization. "Jeon-ssi? What are you doing-"

Jungkook pulls the trigger and hits Daesung right on the shoulder. Daesung screams as he hits the floor - another shot rings and Jungkook shoots Daesung through his head. Namjoon is next to shoot Ji-Yong, who's arm raised ready to shoot. Taking Seung-hyun down wasn't an issue. Namjoon eyes the way Jungkook begins to saunter to you, stepping over the dead and bleeding bodies.

Namjoon releases a sigh, taking out his phone. He sends a text to Hoseok with his current location - cleaning up this mess was going to require a specific team of people. Jungkook had some explaining to do - Namjoon didn't like being left in the dark. Jungkook was his brother, and he'd choose him before any of the low class men, however, killing off their men doesn't do anything for them but cause chaos and skepitism.

Namjoon doesn't do anything but watch as you cry on the floor, Jungkook tangling his fingers in your hair and yanking you up. He doesn't like to see your tears and eyes - displaying nothing but pure terror. He wonders how much you know of Jungkook - if you do at all.

"P-Please..." you begged, trying to break away from Jungkook's hands.

Namjoon puts his gun back onto his hip just as Jungkook untangles his hands from your hair and take a step back. "Stop crying." he murmurs. "I'm not going to kill you."

Namjoon holds back a scoff. You're sniffling, and he doesn't blame you. Jungkook and him had come into your home and killed three men - that were extorting you, sure, but Namjoon knows well enough that Jungkook's plan was deeper than what he was telling him.

"That's it." Jungkook nods, a smile on his lips. He reaches out to wipe a tear from your left eye. His hand then caresses your cheek. "I can't believe these cowards left you in such a compromising position."

Namjoon raises his brows. His eyes glance down to the bodies, blood seeping through the hardwood floor and the carpet rug you had near your couch. Jungkook's plan - at least a section of it - was to appear like a hero in your eyes.

You gulp, shaking stiffly.

"Come." Jungkook says.

"W-Where are you taking me?" you cry out when you feel Jungkook grab your shoulders and bring you closer to him. Namjoon sighs - Jungkook could never take no for an answer, or read the room that you were visibly upset. Yet, he couldn't blame the boy, at his age he was possibly the same way in the eyes of his Hyungs. "I-I don't need the money anymore, take it-"

"Hyung, please wait in the car for us." Jungkook tells him.

Namjoon does, not say another word. He closes the door behind him and makes his way back to the car. He sits in the passenger seat and releases a sigh.

"You...fear me." Jungkook says to you. "After I got you out of debt and handled the men who disrespected you?" Jungkook isn't offended, of course. He understands that you have the right to fear him - he barged into your home and murdered three of his men (unbeknownst to you) right in front of your face.

You want to scream and cry, everything at once. You were beyond frightened and you swore if you could piss right now, you would.

You remain still when Jungkook brings himself closer to you. "Let's go home, Y/N." he tells you sternly, the look in his eyes telling you that he wasn't going to say it again. He's glad when you don't fight him, allowing his to wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you out to the car. He opens the back door, making sure to add the child lock in case you had the idea to jump out.

Jungkook enters the car and begins to drive, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror to look at you, Your cheks were tear stained and you were shuddering, but Jungkook vows that he'll give you a good life starting now. You wouldn't have to work a day of your life anymore, nor would you have to deal with Hyun-woo's addiction and theft wrapping itself into your life. 

Jungkook squeezes the steering wheel. He'll give you the life you and him deserve - together. 

Jungkook presses his lips upon yours, hands roaming up up your thighs. He doesn't care that the kitchen's now a mess, the left over food with plates and glasses on the floor. What he does care about is you - touching you, kissing you.

Your breath hitched when your lips are released from his. Jungkook kisses your neck needily, inhaling your sweet scent. It's been too long - so long since he's last touched you. Not since that day nearing two years with the bedding ceremony.

Jungkook couldn't help but nibble against your skin, soon sucking along it. He missed being intimate with you but he only has himselt to blame why it took this long.

"I need to taste you." Jungkook huffs, hands squeezing your thighs. "I need to taste you, Y/N. Let me make you cum again...it's been so long."

You're nodding your head. Maybe it was the wine you and Jungkook had downed that has the both of you needy and horny for one another. Deep down, both of you know this is wrong. You shouldn't be intimate with one another while tipsy.

But it felt too good to stop.

Jungkook's whimpers and dirty talks always got to you. The way he easily wants to pleasure you without anything in return was always a turn on - it's the reason you always wanted him.

"W-What if Jin-Seon wakes up?" you ask, more yourself then him.

Jungkook kisses your collarbone. "He never wakes through the night." and you know this - you're trying your best to resist him, but you can't.

Jungkook's hands push between your legs, swiping along your clothed clit. He shudders, as do you, at the moist touch. He'd longed for you for far too long. He rubs along your clit, giving wet kisses on your collarbone and breast.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N." Jungkook groans painfully. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit, managing to slide your panties to the side to rub harder. He gives quick bites along your breast. "You smell so good and I know you taste just as good."

You flutter your eyes open just as Jungkook enters two of his fingers inside his mouth and releases a moan. You bite your lip, eyes finding Jungkook's. "Let me make you cum, baby." Jungkook pleads.

"Okay." you nod, and without a second thought Jungkook's tugging your panties off.

Jungkook dives right into your pussy, tongue flat against your clit. He's sucking as though he hadn't already eaten, moaning just as loud as you were. His sole purpose now was to make you cum - not expecting anything from you in return.

Your hands grip Jungkook's hair and your eyes can't remove themselves from the familiarly filthy scene of Jungkook between your legs. His eyes glance up to look at you, eyes filled with the same lust you had in yours.

"I'm going to cum." you cough out, head leaning back and eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook lifts himself from your clit - glistening in the light. He enters two fingers inside of you, pumping them deeply. He reconnects his lips to your clit, bobbing his head side to side. Your hands squeeze his hair tightly, pushing him deeper into your clit as your high was reaching.

Jungkook couldn't stop himself from moaning into your clit. The grip you have on his hair sends goosebumps throughout his body - all you need to do now to satiate him was slap him like you've always done before.

Jungkook lifts from your clit just as you cum, his fingers covered in a mixture of your juices and you cum - he marvels at just how wet and beautiful you were.

"I need you to fuck me."

Jungkook grunts. "No." he swallows. "I should've had more self control. I don't want you to regret this."

You were positive you both were going to regret this. However, you were wet and the budlge in his pants didn't go unnoticed.

"Please." you open your eyes and plead with him.

Jungkook shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. "Y/N-"

You slap him across the face - hard. It echoes across the walls and nearly has Jungkook stumbling.

Jungkook's not ashamed to say it turns him on. The stinging in his cheek only makes his cock harder.

You slap him again, then again. When you were going to do it once more, Jungkook grasps your throat and places his lips upon yours. His free hand unbuckles his belt and throws his pants off.

"I don't have a condom." he stutters, tip of his cock so close to your entrance that he can feel the warmth radiating from it.

"You never did." you respond, reconnecting your lips. A condom was the last thing you were worrying about and all you truly wanted was for him to be inside of you. Your intoxicated actions would be dealt with when you were sober. 

Jungkook enters you. He's gasping - you're wet, warm and tight, just like he remembered. He takes a couple seconds to process the euphoric feeling before he begins to thrust. He starts at a delayed pace, feeling every bit of what your walls offer him - the blissfill sensation. "You feel so good." Jungkook quivers.

"You're going soft on me again?" you tease, but Jungkook hears the low hushed moan and you can't tease him with anything when you're enjoying what he's doing. "Simp." you fight back the smirk threatening to stretch upon your lips. 

"I'm suppose to simp over you." Jungkook places a hand on your outer thigh and scoots you closer to him. His other hand lays on your cheek. "You're my wife and the mother of my son." Jungkook thrusts deep inside of you, his pace starting up. 

You bite your lip. Your lack of sex life since you've left could be evident right about now. You're clenching tightly around him and your hand holds his that lays on your cheek. 

Jungkook thrusts into your harder and deeper, grunts releasing from his throat. He refuses to look away from you - it's a necessity that he remembers everything from this night - the way you taste, the way you feel. Even the way you came around him - he wanted to remember it all; he wasn't sure what the outcome would be when the both of you woke up the following morning. 

"You're-"

"If you call me beautiful again I'm going to slap you." you stammer. Jungkook's thrust were now powerful and it was challenging even trying to stay up without much help - but Jungkook had a firm grip on you.

Jungkook chuckles darkly. "-beautiful." he murmurs - only because he wants you to slap him. And when you do, his grip on your cheek tightens. "I missed the way you feel around me." Jungkook admits, yet it couldn't have been a secret to you. He leans closer to your lips, hovering a few centimeters above you. "I missed making you cum for me."

You connect your lips with his in a needy kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck to bring him even closer to you, cock only going deeper. You can feel the tension building up deep within you - you were going to cum, and Jungkook's words were just going to make you cum harder than what you needed to. 

Jungkook knows your body enough to know when you were going to cum. He disconnects his lips from yours and wraps a hand around your neck. "I want you to cum, baby." Jungkook murmurs. He quickens is pace, skin slapping echoing off the walls. "You always look so gorgeous when you cum for me."

"Shut up." you moan, clenching your eyes shut. 

"I've waited so long for you to cum around me again, baby." You're tightening around Jungkook even more as his thrust becomes sloppy.  He was close to cumming just as you were. 

Jungkook pulls out and cums along your thigh - he was tipsy, yet not enough to cum inside of you. He's unsure how you'd react the following day once the both of you sobered up. 

You nearly fell along the table if Jungkook didn't manage to catch you. You feel exhausted and haven't done anything but get fucked. "Tired?" Jungkook hums. 

You nod your head. 

"Let's get cleaned up then go to bed." Jungkook pushes you towards him to hop off of the table. 

"What about this mess?" you sigh. You're unsure how one thing got to another and you two left the kitchen this chaotic. 

Jungkook shrugs. "I'll deal with it tomorrow." he responds, pulling you with him.

You grab your discarded underwear and follow Jungkook towards your room to shower and sleep, far too exhausted to question anything that's just transpire.

You released everything you ate into the toilet, loud gagging noises could be heard. Jungkook had followed you after you ran from the breakfast table. His eyes widen at your figure, grabbing your hair to pull it back to ensure it doesn't get caught into the mess. 

"Get off of me." you hiss, slapping his hands away from you.

"Y/N-"

"Can you leave me alone?" you spit into the toilet, groaning at the way your mouth tastes. "You've done enough."

Jungkook doesn't respond. His eyes lower to the ground when he leaves the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind him. He sits onto the bed, eyes staring at the ground still. 

Even after a month and a half had gone by, his relationship with you has yet to change. The two of you had returned home and you managed to avoid him every chance you had. You didn't cuddle into him anymore and slept with your back facing him - Jungkook never touched you, afraid you'd flinch away from him. While he was at work, he constantly contemplated calling you, but he realized it'd go nowhere. 

Each morning the two of you ate breakfast silently, you never making eye contact with him. After the first week, Jungkook respected that you didn't want to talk to him now - but that didn't mean it made it easier. Dinner was just as silent and the home didn't feel warm anymore. 

Jungkook asked himself constantly if he went too far with the bedding ceremony. He sat through many bedding ceremonies with his Hyungs and watched half-heartidly and couldn't remember anything that went down besides quick sex. He told himself that eventually you'd come around - that you'd soon begin to forgive him. But as days turned to weeks, he craved for any form of interaction with you - even if it was you berating him. He longed for any form of physical touch - even if it was you kicking and punching him.

Jungkook knows he lost your trust - the same trust he fought hard to gain. His attempts to ensure that you were safe with him and that he'd never hurt you intentionally had since gone down the drain. You flinched away whenever he got too close and refused to even acknowledge his existance. 

Jungkook snaps his head up as soon as he hears the door creek open. He stands, eyes examining to be sure you weren't hurt. He's unsure why you're vomiting - you only ate a few bites of the breakfast. Maybe it didn't settle in your stomach the way it should've. 

"Are you alright?" Jungkook murmurs. He doesn't move closer to you, but nor does he step back. 

You ignored his words and made your way around him. Jungkook turns as you do so. "Y/N-"

"Please." you sigh out meekly. "Leave me alone, Jungkook."

"Jungkook?" Ren's words bring him back to reality.

Jungkook finally blinks, the moisture coming back to his eyes. He hadn't realized he had been staring at you as you spoke of the past.

"Y-Yes?"

"Is it becoming crucial to hear about the past?" Ren inquires. "You haven't blinked once."

Jungkook shakes his head. "It's something we have to do." he responds. "I want to right my wrongs." he turns back to you. "As long as you want to relive them. If it's too hard then-"

"I can talk about it." You nod at him. "It won't get better unless we talk about it."

"If it makes it easier to talk, I can leave the room once again." Ren suggests, but she's already standing and grabbing a few of her belongings.

"Doesn't it defeat the purpose of coming here?" Jungkook's eyes follows Ren as she strolls towards the door.

"Not at all." Ren shakes her head. She opens the door to her office. "I give you the tough topics to talk about and the two of you discuss them. I don't need to be present for it to happen." Ren walks out the door, giving the both of you a nod before closing it.

Jungkook turns to you and offers a small grin - an awkward one. The two of you had a list of topics to talk about - and you have yet to speak about the hookup the previous day. The both of you woke to Jin-Seon jumping onto bed to get your attention indicating that he was hungry. Just as you scurried out of the room, Han-Jae was coming out of Jin-Seon's room, rubbing his eyes. There was no time to talk when Jungkook cleans up the mess in the kitchen you made and you get both boys ready for the day - bath time was always an adventure with Jin-Seon, adding Han-Jae to the mix was just chaotic.

Jungkook had breakfast made by the time you're done, yet he's unsure how to approach you. He's unsure how to read you - if you were upset and regretted it, or did you feel the same as him?

You sat Han-Jae and Jin-Seon down between the two of you, both boys diving right into the breakfast Jungkook makes for you. You don't avoid his eyes, yet there still wasn't a moment in which you spoke about the night before - and Jungkook's unsure if he's overstepping if he asks you himself. 

"Where do you want to start?" You question. Ren had suggested that Jungkook and you recount how you were feeling once you returned home from Greece. It was a tough topic to speak of - especially when the outcome is you leaving while pregnant. Yet, there were little details that even you didn't wish to speak of. 

"Did you know you were pregnant then?" Jungkook whispers. "When you were vomiting?"

You shake your head. "No."

You grasp the small pills hidden deep within your closet and take one - just like you had ever since Eun-Young has given it to you. Still, you cannot shake off the feeling that something is wrong with you. You don't feel like yourself - food and aroma that once sat right with you has you vomiting within seconds. You felt bloated at times even without eating anything the cramps were becoming unbearable - you told yourself your period was coming, yet it had yet to come.

"Maybe you should see a doctor." Jungkook suggests when you come from the bathroom once more, wiping your mouth. "I can go with-"

"No." you interrupt. "I...I'm meeting Eun-Young today for lunch."

Jungkook furrows a brow. "I didn't know." he speaks. "How are you getting there?"

"Jae-beom agreed to come and stay with me." you walk towards your closet to get ready.

"Why didn't you ask me to take you?" Jungkook isn't upset with you - more at himself than anyone else. He's glad you came yourself comfortable with Eun-Young and Eun-Ji, yet he can't stop himself from thinking you're constantly away from home to be away from him.

"Thought you'd be busy." you respond without turning away from him. You scower the amount of clothes in the closet and try to piece together an outfit.

"I'm never too busy for you, Y/N." Jungkook states - but you know this. Jungkook has stopped what he was doing before when you asked him to get you some type of chocolate that could only be found 45 minutes away - all without complaining. You stated that you'd "die without it" and this was when he learned you enjoyed chocolate while on your period.

You don't respond, and Jungkook doesn't continue to talk.

Once you're dressed, Jungkook follows you down towards the foyer where Jae-beom is waiting. You don't say goodbye to him - even when he sullenly waves his own goodbyes.

Jae-beom doesn't take his eyes from you and sits in the next table over. He refuses to have history repeat itself - especially since Jungkook and you weren't on good terms. He's assured that the restrooms didn't have any escape route - and is satisfied when he doesn't find any.

You and Eun-Young speak lowly to one another but only exchange a few words while the two of you eat. Eun-Young's eyes rarely leave yours and she's no fool to know just exactly what you're going through. She wished she could have warned you herself about the bedding ceremony. It wasn't something she herself attended - none of the woman in Bangtan attended that - but going through it once, she understands how difficult it could be to go through. 

"Here," Eun-Young opens her purse. She glances at Jae-beom who was now shoving a piece of steak into his mouth. "I got this for you."

Eun-Young passes the rectangular box towards you - more like shoving it into your hands. You blink a few times until your eyes read the letters on the small packaging. "You think I'm pregnant?" you murmur.

"By what you've told me - yes." Eun-Young nods. "It doesn't hurt to check, right?"

You gulped. With all the symptoms you had of pregnancy, you refused to believe you could be. You never missed a day on the birth control Eun-Young has given you. You took them around the same time everyday - even while in Greece. What were the chances of Jungkook getting you pregnant during the bedding ceremony?

You visibly shudder and this makes Eun-Young grab your hand in sympathy. "It could be negative." she insists, yet she's sure it wasn't. "And if it is then we could drink to that."

You know Eun-Young's trying everything she could to cheer you up, but it wasn't working. The possibility of you being pregnant frightens you deep to your core. You ponce thought living alongside Jungkook wouldn't be too bad - but after what you endured in Greece, you saw the man in a different light. It was hard to separate yourself from him and even you could tell the regret and guilt coming over him - you couldn't bring yourself to forgive him. 

"I'll take it." you take a deep gulp of the water at your table. You were parched, throat dry with just the possibility of being pregnant. 

"I can come with?" Eun-Young offers and you only give a curt nod. You can feel Jae-Beom's eyes on you as you make your way to the restroom - you only hoped he wouldn;t follow. 

Thankfully, the restroom was empty when you arrived. Eun-Young lingers by the mirrors as you enter the stall. You hesitantly open the box. Your mind tells you to throw it away and come out after a few minutes and say it was negative - however, you don't. You know you can't. 

You never took a pregnancy test and only could hope you did something right while doing so. You placed the cap onto it and waited, eyes never leaving the stick test. It took about five minutes for the test to say the results - and when you saw the two positive lines it didn't take long for you to release the food you previously ate right into the toilet. 

"Y/N?" Eun-Young knocks softly on the stall. "Are you alright?"

No, you weren't. 

Jungkook listens intently as you speak and he himself feels sick. He doesn't want to speak and interrupt you, but he understands that this is hurting you to relive the moment. He places a hand on yours, thumb rubbing your hand and you lift your eyes to reach his. 

"I was scared." you admit to him. Reliving the moment you found out you were pregnant - in a restaurant stall at that - was something you wanted to forget. At that time in your life you weren't in the correct space of mind. "I scheduled an appointment for an abortion."

Jungkook's thumb stops rubbing and he stiffens. He doesn't blink when he scans your face for any form of lie - and finds none. After a few moments of silence, he swallows and blinks to regain moisture back into his eyes. "What?"

You chose to remove your hand from his. No secrets, like he wanted. "A few days later I scheduled an appointment for an abortion. I..."

"You said you were sick." Jungkook continues, the memories coming back to him of that day.  

It was the first time you'd ask for Jungkook to take you to an appointment that you set yourself - ensuring that he could wait in the waiting room. He was excited that day - you hasd actually spoke to him first and asked him to accompany you; to where you were thinking of aborting his child. 

"You're upset." you state, and when Jungkook shakes his head you continue. "You are."

"I'm not." Jungkook mumbles, but his eyes don't meet yours. He was upset at the thought of you aborting a child you two shared - but how upset could he be for you choosing what you wanted with your body? "Jin-Seon's...here." is all he manages to say. 

"I didn't go through with it." you nod your head. "I...started to cry. And the doctor kept asking me if I was sure and I wasn't sure."

Jungkook's heart tightens; not only at your words but at the way your voice begins to quiver. It makes him hate the way he treated you even more - you were hurting because of him and you couldn't come to him for comfort like you should've been able to.

"I didn't want to be pregnant and tied to you forever." your words hit Jungkook, but he doesn't show it. "But I couldn't go through with it. I'm not sure what changed because I still didn't want to bring a child into this world and force them to grow up and endure what you had."

"He's not going to." Jungkook is quick to state, head snapping to you. "I promised-"

"I know." you nod your head. The sheer flashback of you scheduling an appointment for an abortion always makes you cry. You couldn't imagine your life without Jin-Seon, he brought an immense amount of joy in your life. "I didn't know that back then."

You exhale. You'd admit that it felt good - like a boulder off of your shoulders - to speak to someone about this. Realizing you were pregnant by Jungkook, you swore that your life was over and everything he wanted from you was fulfilled. 

"Thank you for telling me." There's a lump in Jungkook's throat, but he is grateful nonetheless. You didn't have to tell him and went on with your life with leaving him in the dark - even if ultimately you didn't go through with it. "I wish I..." he licks his lips. How many times could he apologize until you grow annoyed? "...I was I was the man I should've been."

Jungkook eyes finally meet yours. 

"Is that why you left?" Jungkook murmurs. "You didn't want to be...tied to me?"

Carving the chip from your shoulder hurts like a bitch. You shed a few tears at the unfortunate circumstance - yet you didn't dwell on it. Tonight was the only night you were sure you'd be able to get away from Jungkook and Bangtan in a whole. 

Your plan was set in motion the day you decided you couldn't go through with the abortion. You sat in the restroom for half an hour to get yourself together - you were crying ugly tears. Jungkook couldn't know of this and would immediately catch on that something was wrong. 

You had a bag packed that you managed to hide deep within the closet with the essential clothes needed. You grabbed whatever you could find with value to it to eventually sell while on your escape. Jungkook didn't leave money laying around, but what you did find you managed to snatch and add to your possession. 

The same night of your escape was when you took the second pregnancy test - just to ensure that what you were doing was the right decision. There was the possibility that you weren't pregnant and maybe you'd have more time to plan your escape. But, even after you took this pregnancy test and witnessed the two lines you were left with only one option - and that was to escape and never turn back. 

It wasn't easy in the slightest, but you chose a day where there were limited guards in the Estate and Bangtan were holding a meeting elsewhere. You only had a limited amount of cash and used some of it to catch the train outside of Seoul - the rest being for cheap motels and food. 

You didn't have your phone with you, already knowing that Jungkook could easily track it. You only hoped by the time he realized you weren't home, you'd be far from Seoul and far from Bangtan. 

Your family weighed in the back of your mind. Would Jungkook ruin their lives out of spite? Were you being selfish for leaving them vulnerable to Jungkook's rampage? It's a thought you didn't enjoy thinking about. You could only hope that Jungkook wouldn't take his soon to be anger out on your family - they didn't deserve the shit end of the stick. 

You never remained in the same place for too long and made sure you weren't too comfortable anywhere. Your head remained down and you didn't risk speaking to anyone. As you grew in size, being out on your own was risky - yet you couldn't fathom going back to Jungkook now. 

You had no general plan. You only wished if you were gone long enough that Jungkook could get over you and maybe find a woman willing to be with him. You'd soon find a job and a place to stay and raise your child. Again, it was risky. You didn't have a set clinic you went to and only opted in Urgent Care who asked little questions and would tell you if your child was healthy or not.

You slept in motels? Outside?" Jungkook couldn't believe his ears, but it takes everything in him not to shout. It's all in the past and even though you and Jin-Seon are now safe - his mind still cannot fathom the idea of you being vulnerable out there without him.

"I survived...?"

Jungkook isn't amused in the slightest and you release a soft sigh.

"That's why I'm grateful to Soobin and Byeol. She was the one that found me unconcious and had Soobin bring me in."

Jungkook's jaw tightens, but he doesn't respond. Hearing Soobin's name brings back unwanted memories of the man. Truly, Jungkook couldn't be upset. It wasn't Soobin's fault that you grew fond of him - he was the opposite of Jungkook himself. Though it hurts to think that if you were never found that Jin-Seon would be raised with another man. However, how resentful could he be with the man? He assisted in taking care of you when he couldn't and in the end, he could only be thankful.

"Do you miss them?"

Jungkook leans back against the couch. He knows the answer to his question - you do. You spoke little of Soobin and Jungkook thinks it's because you'd rather not see him become jealous of the younger man. You speak of Byeol every now and then and Jungkook learns that you were truly content living with them. 

"A little." you admit. You often thought about sending a letter to them, but decided against it. Soobin surely hated you by now and Byeol would be disappointed - you never had the chance to say goodbye to her. "I wish I had...closure." 

Jungkook's eyes examines the way your face falls and now he's mentally sighing. He told himself that you'd never go back to that place - and never see Soobin, the man who took you from him. Yet, Jungkook accepts that you grown to love the two of them and if given the decision just a year ago - you'd wouldn't be here with him. 

"We can take Jin-Seon..." Jungkook begins and when your eyes snap to his, he feels his heart flutter. "...and visit...?" he's unsure how to word it. Soobin despised him - by the words of Jimin and Jin - and he's never met Byeol herself. But, if it would make you happy and grow to love him, it's an act he'd had to go through. 

"I thought-"

"I'm trying, Y/N." Jungkook groans. "If you and I are going to be better than," Jungkook releases a sigh. The things he did to get you to love him. "I guess we can-"

"Ok." you nod your head without a second thought. "I, um...Hyun-woo is coming over tonight for dinner."

Oh.

Jungkook nods his head slowly. He makes an attempt to smile, but it doesn't appear as one; more like a grimance. 

Hyun-woo had been released a week prior from rehab. He began a program that offered him housing as long as he worked, and so far it's been successful. 

"Have you seen him since his release from rehab?"

You shake your head. 

"I see." Jungkook nods. He's unsure what to say. "Does he know about me?"

Another shake of your head and Jungkook manages to feel some weight release from his shoulders. That only meant that Jungkook had time to prepare for Hyun-woo's arrival. 

"Are you alright?" Jungkook hears your words and if only there was a way to explain to you his distain for Hyun-woo - he would. However, there wasn't a way to do so. Would you forgive him if you knew he was the one selling your brother the drugs that made him an addict?

And was responsible for the debt?

And his men ruining your apartment - and traumatizing you in the long run?

Of course you wouldn't.

"I'm fine." Jungkook murmurs. "I think we should have a family dinner, don't you? I can invite my hyungs and you can invite your siblings." 

Jungkook's intention was to purely threaten Hyun-woo. Having all 7 of them there, he wouldn't dare speak aloud. 

"And of course the children. It's not every day someone special enters your life again."

Even if Jungkook wished Hyun-woo remained far from him, you and his son. 

"Okay." you're beaming - so beautfiul in eyes that he returns the gesture. 

"Can't wait." Jungkook mumbles.

"Jungkook." you murmur, voice dangerously low. "Why is my son in the bath tub when I bathed him an hour ago?"

The dinner hasn't even started and you were already stressed.

Jungkook insisted that he bring back his personal kitchen staff to cook for the night so you and him didn't have to run around and do much. You agreed - however, Jin-Seon and Jungkook had different plans. After you dressed him for dinner, Jungkook thought it would be alright to give his son a quick treat. Nothing too much to spoil dinner - just ice cream. However, it only took Jungkook turning his back once for Jin-Seon to ruin his outfit.

"Oh no," Jungkook quickly removes Jin-Seon's hands from inside the bowl. His dress shirt was covered in the chocolate ice cream, as were his hands and cheeks. "eomma is going to be upset." he shakes his head. "Not with you. With me." You'd been running around making sure that everything was perfect - and now he would surely have to hear you scream.

Jin-Seon lifts his ice cream covered hand to Jungkook who shakes his head again. "No, I'm not hungry." he murmurs to his son. He lifts his son in his arms and ensures that his small hands don't touch and dirty his own shirt. "We need to bathe you before eomma sees."

Now Jin-Seon happily played with the water toys Jungkook had put into the bath while he rubbed his arms and back.

"Y/N, baby." Jungkook gives you a short smile with widened eyes. "Why aren't you down-"

"What happened to his clothes?" you groan, eyes cast down to the discarded clothes by the large bathtub. "You gave him ice cream, didn't you? I told you-"

"Not to give him anything messy." Jungkook sighs in defeat. You told him this day by day - and each time Jungkook never listened. "I'm sorry. That's why I'm bathing him now."

"There isn't any time to clean these." you huff, lifting the cute matching outfit Jin-Seon would've worn to match Jungkook and you perfectly. "Now we have to change our clothes."

Jin-Seon and Jungkook watch as you kick off your heels and scurry off with a huff. Jungkook could only laugh - you were cute when you were anxious.

Jin-Seon loved taking baths and removing him from said bath was what caused a meltdown. Jungkook chasing his naked and wet son around the bathroom was something you didn't need now - not when the both of them needed to be dressed and ready.

"Jin-Seon!" Jungkook hisses, raising his voice slightly. If he didn't get him dressed he was going to have to deal with your wrath.

Jungkook stops in his tracks as Jin-Seon flinches. He soon falls to the floor and begins sobbing loudly.

"Why is he crying?" you scurry back into the bathroom. You examine Jin-Seon, concerned that maybe he fell and hit his head.

Jungkook overcomes with sadness, his heart pumping at the sight of his son. He scoops Jin-Seon into his arms and cradles him close. His small arms wrap around Jungkook's neck as he continues to cry. "I didn't mean to yell at you." he rubs his sons back.

You huff and roll your eyes. Any other time, you'd be concerned for Jin-Seon's whimpering - but now was not the time. Especially if he was crying because Jungkook raised his voice slightly at him. Jin-Seon was spoiled by his father and never had to deal with Jungkook's temper - it amazes you how this was the first time he had to.

You place Jungkook's clothes onto the bed besides Jin-Seon. "Get dressed. I'll dress him." you say as Jungkook finishes lotioning Jin-Seon's skin.

"No, what if he thinks I'm mad at him?" Jungkook frowns. "Appa didn't mean to raise his voice at you." he says to Jin-Seon.

"That's cute," you sigh. "but we need to get dressed so-"

"I'll get him dressed." Jungkook stands to face you. "You go downstairs and get ready to greet our guests. I'll make sure we're down in the next five minutes."

You take a deep breath and nod. You're unsure why you're so anxious. The only person you haven't seen in nearly 2 years was Hyun-woo - and maybe that's why you want to appear as though you had your life together. "Ok." you murmur an agreement.

Five minutes turned to fifteen, and Jungkook finally has Jin-Seon dressed when he enters the sitting room to find most of everyone already there. He's holding Jin-Seon, whose head is laid on his shoulder with both arms wrapped around his neck. As he enters, it's already chaotic with the amount of children running around - you had a total of 9 nieces and nephews and that didn't even include his Hyung's children.

"Jin-Seon-ah."

"Noona, hello." Jungkook smiles once he sees the familiar face of Namjoon's wife - behind her Momoka holding hands with Cho-he and Yui. "Momoka-ah." he nods his head.

Jin-Seon lifts his head and soon reaches his arms out for the woman before him. Jungkook shakes his head - it appears as when it came to his Hyungs, Jin-Seon could only stand to be around them for so long. Their wives were a different story - he adored each of them, Namjoon's being his ultimate favorite.

With Jin-Seon being gushed over by his Hyung's wives, Jungkook makes his way around to find you. When he does, he couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked. You barely slept when it came to organizing this occasion - making sure everything was perfect, even if it was just a dinner with family.

"Is there a reason why we're doing this, eomma?" Soobin crosses his arms. "How are we certain that it's even safe?"

"Do you know something about these people that I don't?" Byeol asks her son, furrowing a brow at him.

Yes - Jungkook and the mountain of men that he sent to their home were more than "good and generous" people like his mother believed. After a year of hearing nothing from Jungkook, there was another knock on their door - this time another man calling himself V. The man made himself at home and spoke mainly to his mother instead of him. He showed pictures of a now one year old Jin-Seon - Soobin's mind convincing himself it was just a ploy to butter his mother up - and inviting them to a dinner.

Byeol was none the wiser - but Soobin wasn't convinced. He was threatened to stay away from you and Jin-Seon, now they were inviting them to a sudden dinner? He wanted nothing to do with it - but his mother wouldn't hear any of it. She missed you and Jin-Seon, and having the chance to see the both of you (with no questions of where the hell you two been and why the sudden leave - she was an understanding woman, afterall) she was going to take it.

"We're here." Soobin murmurs sullenly, the large estate was a home he'd never thought he'd ever come across. It appeared to be something from a movie inside a gated community.

Soobin removes himself from the car - brought to them by V of course - and allows his mother to hold onto his arm. He follows close behind the men as they make their way to the front entrance - huge doors with carvings upon it, Soobin scoffs. Even Jungkook's doors and knobs were far more expensive than anything he could afford.

Byeol smiles as the doors open for them, a sea of people already inside and chatting amongst one another. Kids running around and playing in the large area, the sounds of laughter and joy coming from their youth makes her heart feel warm.

"We can always turn back and-"

"Soobin." Byeol hisses, and Soobin shuts his mouth. He wasn't impressed - sure, the estate was huge, luxurious and possibly the best he's ever been in. However, Jungkook and his friends - whoever the hell Jimin, V and Seokjin were to him - were to not be trusted. This money they flaunted had to be obtained illegally - how else could one man live like this?

"Ah, our guests."

Speak of the devil.

Jimin wears a devilious smile on his lips. He rolls his eyes sassily at Soobin who only scoffs beneath his breath. He holds out his hand for Byeol who removes herself from her son and takes it without a second thought. "Thank you for coming, ajumma." he says sweetly to her, but Soobin only huffs at the fradulance. "Cho-hee, Yui," Jimin waves a hand to the side at two young girls who come towards him at the sound of their names. "These our my daughters."

Soobin crosses his arms. He's unsure what's going on, and why they're being introduced to his children. They were cute - whatever - but this isn't what Soobin would thought would happen. His mind told him that he would be bound and gagged upon arrival - not meet two children, and a dozen more belonging to these men.

Byeol adored children and soon, she's caught up by the two girls to realize Soobin seathing behind her.

"Soobin." Jimin hums. "How's-"

"Why are we here?"

"Rude." Jimin chuckles. "You should be glad to be in the presence of Bangtan."

"Bang...tan?" Soobin knits his brows. "What-"

"You know what we are and there's no point in hiding it any longer. You're not stupid enough to go against us any longer." Jimin waves his hand dismissivly. "Kookie was the one that insisted we invited you."

Soobin crosses his arms.

"Do you not want to see Jin-Seon? He might not like you, he's attached to his father's hip." Jimin rolls his eyes. "Cute kid, though. How about I get him for you?"

Jimin strolls away without hearing what Soobin has to say - if he was truly getting Jin-Seon was unsure to Soobin.

"We have guests to speak with." Jungkook places a hand on the small of your back. Prying Jin-Seon away from his hyung's wife was a challenge, but he managed to do so with taffy candy.

You turned around and glared at Jungkook. "Why is he eating candy? We're about to-"

"You can slap me around later about it." Jungkook sighs. "Come on."

You allow Jungkook to lead you to wherever - towards the front entrance. As you come closer, your eyes train on the familiar faces. Your throat tightens and soon, you're slowing down. "Why are-"

"Did you invite them?" you murmur to Jungkook who nods. "I-I...what if-"

"They wouldn't have agreed to come if they were upset, Y/N." Jungkook assures. "I'm trying to right my wrongs." Maybe breaking into a home, pointing a gun at Soobin and disrespecting not only him, but his home was more than wrong - but, he was attempting to correct it. 

"Okay." you nod, but the uneasiness in the pits of your stomach doesn't die down.

Instead, it bubbles with each step closer - especially when your eyes meet Soobin's. You swallow - he doesn't appear upset with you, more shocked to see you. His eyes flicker to Jungkook and Jin-Seon and noticeably softens. 

"Soobin." you bow when you reach the two of them. "Byeol-ah."

Cho-hee and Yui had scurried off once they didn't have the attention of Byeol. The older woman widens her eyes at you, then turns towards the tall - and handsome -  man besides you holding Jin-Seon. 

"Y/N." Byeol doesn't contain her excitement. She wouldn't ask what happened to you, or where you'd been - she never truly understood your situation. She wasn't going to judge and instead would rather enjoy the time she could spend with you now. "Is this..."

"Yes." you nod your head, a smile on your lips. Your eyes glance at Jin-Seon, sucking on the taffy when Jungkook goes to put him down. "He's a bit-"

"attached." Jungkook murmurs when Jin-Seon clenches his suit pants tightly. His small eyes look up at Soobin who does nothing but look down at him. 

"Watch the way you speak to me in front of my son." Jungkook hisses at Hyun-woo. He has Jin-Seon in his arms as he glares at his uncle. He's rocking him gently side to side to soothe him."A man like you should be grateful that you're out of rehab and clean - all at my expense." Jungkook's words were dripped with venom - sinister even. "I'm not against tying you down and having you injected with whatever drug to prove to Y/N that you're nothing but the addict we all know you are."

Hyun-woo's eyes widened, but Jungkook's words didn't stop. "Y/N and I are happy. Jin-Seon is happy with both parents and you're not taking that away from me." Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling. He begins to rock Jin-Seon in his arms. "You have two choices, Hyun-woo. You can stay and continue to live comfortably at my expense or..." Jungkook shrugs. "I'll have to comfort my wife and explain to her that some addicts cannot be saved. And you'll be right back at rehab - this time, there won't be no coming back home. Your choice."

Of course, how Hyun-woo and Jungkook gotten here could not go unexplained.

Your eyes nearly teared up at the sight of your brother. He entered behind Jae-beom, and immediately it was as if time stood still. His hair was cut short and no longer the greasy mess it once was. He was cleanly shaved and overall appeared much healthier. His eyes darted around the room, finding Sehun first. It didn't take long before the five of you all stood around one another hugging the eldest of the family.

Jungkook stood back, not yet making himself known. Yoongi stood closest to the doorway, Taehyung creeping to his side. Namjoon and Hoseok stood directly behind Jungkook while Jimin and Jin stood opposite of one another and on each side of Hyun-woo. No would would have suspected their intimidation tactic - they were just men introducing themselves to a new (but familiar) face.

"Hyun-woo. I told you I had someone you should meet." your voice was filled with excitement and Hyun-woo's eyes matched them. When you turned and motioned for Jungkook and Jin-Seon over was when the light drained from his eyes. "This is Jungkook. My husband." Calling Jungkook your husband was foreign on your tongue - at times you nearly forgot the two of you were bound by law. "And our son."

"Jin-Seon." Jungkook smiles - too sickly sweet for Hyun-woo's liking.

The man felt sick and he turned his head to the right side, Jin's eyes staring back into his own. His heart pumps outside of his chest when his eyes catch Jimin to his left - and behind Jungkook to meet eyes with Namjoon and Hoseok.

"Are you alright?" you place a hand on Hyun-woo's shoulder and the man flinches.

Hyun-woo nods his head. "Y-Yes." he swallows the lump in his throat. "I-I...this is all news to me. You have a son." he tries to smile down at his nephew - but the similarity to him and the man you called your husband and father of your son was frightening. "And a husband."

"It's a change. But a good change." you hold your hands out for Jin-Seon and the boy willingly comes from his father's arms to you. "Say hi, Jin-Seon-ie."

Jin-Seon doesn't say or do much - just blinks at the unfamiliar man. Hyun-woo blinks away, eyes on Jungkook's - whose eyes were already boring into his own. A silent warning - they all were giving Hyun-woo's warning. Don't say anything, don't do anything - don't act out in the slightest.

"Let's eat." Jungkook claps his hands, eyes never leaving Hyun-woo's. "To welcome back our special guest."

Hyun-woo is sickened to his stomach throughout the dinner. He'd admit that he missed his family that grew before his eyes. He had mountains of nieces and nephews that his siblings gave him - especially you, his youngest sister.

However, Hyun-woo was no fool in understanding that they were brainwashed - all of them. His siblings adored Jungkook, as did their children. Their eyes shined at the man and their smiles plastered on their lips were wide and genuine. Jin-seon, though having his own seat between you and Jungkook, insisted on being in his father's lap while he ate. Jungkook appeared to be like the kind father figure and family man.

And not the Drug Lord he truly was.

Hyun-woo glances at you to find your eyes already on him. He offers a quick smile before he takes a few gulps of the water. You must've not known who exactly you were married to and he cannot blame you for this. How in the world Jungkook managed to slither his way into your life is beyond him, but he hates himself for not being around to allow him to do so.

The dinner was successful in your eyes. Hyun-woo appeared stiff and standoffish, yet you were glad he was able to be here with you tonight. Having your full family here with you - and even the family you've been married into - makes your heart full. You're glad you've had the chance to see Soobin and Byeol and was grateful immensely that they harbor no hard feelings for you. Byeol adored Jin-Seon and as the dinner wrapped up, she made sure to ruffle his hair affectionately.

As for Jin-Seon himself, the young boy was fighting his own sleep in his fathers lap. His small hand clenches his shirt while his head rests against him. You smile gently and kiss his head. You glance at Jungkook. "Do you want to take him to bed while I show Soobin and Byeol out?"

Jungkook nods his head slowly. He adjusts Jin-Seon in his lap who begins to whimper.

"Can I?" Hyun-woo speaks up. While the rest of his siblings began to scatter to gather up their children to leave for the night, he remained at the table. "Um, wish him goodnight?"

Jungkook tighten his jaw but he nods. "I'm sure he'll like that." he murmurs out.

You nod your head. "Okay..." you hum. "Kookie. Hyun-woo." you nod. The tension couldn't go unnoticed by you - but Jungkook was trying and so was Hyun-woo.

"Follow me." Jungkook stands. He can feel your eyes on him as he makes his way out of the kitchen, making sure to say a few words to his Hyung and their wives as Jin-Seon and him made it past them.

Hyun-woo follows closely behind Jungkook, eyes glaring at his back. His nephew's eyes catch his and his eyes soften. There was a part of you in Jin-Seon and it makes his heart tighten that he feels little adoration for him because of who his father was. Jungkook stops after a few moments of climbing stairs.

"How did you get involved with Y/N?"

Hyun-woo doesn't waste any time in questioning. Jin-Seon's eyes were closed, arms limp around Jungkook's neck. "That's what you have to ask me?" he chuckles. He turns around to furrow a brow at Hyun-woo. "A thank you would be a better conversation starter?"

"Thank you?" Hyun-woo hisses. "You-"

"I what?" Jungkook snaps quietly. He didn't need anyone hearing the - especially you - or Jin-Seon waking. "Got you out of jail? Paid for your rehab?"

"Don't try to portray yourself as some type of Saint!" Hyun-woo hisses. "You're nothing but some type of Drug Lord that conned your way into my sisters pants!"

"Watch the way you speak to me in front of my son." Jungkook hisses at Hyun-woo. He has Jin-Seon in his arms as he glares at his uncle. He's rocking him gently side to side to soothe him - he began to stir. "A man like you should be grateful that you're out of rehab and clean - all at my expense." Jungkook's words were dripped with venom - sinister even. "I'm not against tying you down and having you injected with whatever drug to prove to Y/N that you're nothing but the addict we all know you are."

Hyun-woo's eyes widened, but Jungkook's words didn't stop. "Y/N and I are happy. Jin-Seon is happy with both parents and you're not taking that away from me." Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling. He begins to rock Jin-Seon in his arms. "You have two choices, Hyun-woo. You can stay and continue to live comfortably at my expense or..." Jungkook shrugs. "I'll have to comfort my wife and explain to her that some addicts cannot be saved. And you'll be right back at rehab - this time, there won't be no coming back home. Your choice."

Jungkook turns away from a stunned Hyun-woo and opens the door to his bedroom. He strolls towards his bed where he places Jin-Seon right in the middle. Jin-Seon whimpers lowly, but doesn't wake.

Hyun-woo's eyes watch Jungkook place a kiss on his nephews head before lifting the covers to his torso. He swallows, feeling his hands sweat. His mind swirls around Jungkook's words. He wouldn't doubt that Jungkook was a good father and possibly a good husband to you - you didn't appear as if you knew what he did for a living, and by the attire and the massive estate you lived in, you and Jin-Seon were comfortable.

But, Hyun-woo also didn't doubt that Jungkook would do what he threatened. The idea of Jungkook injecting him with whatever to get him to relapse makes his blood run cold - he was the same man of 2 years ago, now just a father and husband. 

Hyun-woo blinks just as Jungkook closes the bedroom door behind him. He's facing Hyun-woo, eyes glaring and shoulders bulked. 

"Do you want to see Jin-Seon's room?"

Jungkook strolls past him without a response and opens a door to a room exactly across from them. 

"He doesn't sleep in here often." Jungkook murmurs, flickering on the light switch. "Only plays. He prefers to sleep with us."

Hyun-woo hums at the sight of the room. The array of toys littering around the room and the large TV was enough to tell him that Jin-Seon was already spoiled - in a good way. He enjoyed to see children have what they needed and desired. 

"Are you trying to convince me you aren't a bad person?" Hyun-woo asks Jungkook. His eyes linger on a picture hanging above Jin-Seon's bed - a neat bed that appears to not have been slept in. It's a picture of you, Jin-Seon and Jungkook and his eyes blinks away what appears to be tears forming. 

"I don't need to convince you that I am anything." Jungkook shrugs. "You know who I am and that's all you'll ever see me as."

"Does Y/N know?"

"Yes."

Hyun-woo spins around to face Jungkook. "You're lying." he shakes his head. "Y/N would never willingly-"

"She knows who I am and what I do." Jungkook hisses. "And we're happy."

"Does she know who sold her brother the drugs?" Hyun-woo snaps. "Does she know it was-"

"You're a grown man, Hyun-woo. I'm not going to take responsibility for your own actions." Jungkook scoffs. He leans against the door frame with crossed arms. "I'm not going to allow you to take my family away from me."

Hyun-woo eyes lingers on the seriousness in Jungkook's eyes. 

"I gave you that coke that you snorted in hopes that you'd flip it and get me the money I needed." Jungkook says. "Instead, you snorted it all like the addict you were. That amount of coke happened to be worth the exact amount of money you owed me. If you were smart..." Jungkook hums. "...maybe you would've never ended up in jail. And maybe, Y/N wouldn't be my wife or the mother of my child."

Jungkook shrugs. In the end, there was truth in Jungkook's words. The drugs he given Hyun-woo that night in his office was the exact amount the man owed him. However, he's no idiot. Hyun-woo is an addict and giving an addict their addiction would do nothing but make them fall into temptation. He was well aware that Hyun-woo wouldn't sell it and instead would use it all for himself. 

"You still hate me, however. I'm well aware." Jungkook licks his lips. "And you should. I was the one that sold you the drugs I knew you could never pay."

Hyun-woo clenches his fist. His eyes are glaring at Jungkook - the man who stood before him with a smug look upon his face. 

"And while you were arrested, I was also the man who required your sister to pay the price you owed." Jungkook continues. He places a hand in his pocket. "Of course, I didn't want Y/N's money. I wanted her, my beautiful wife. However, of course, she was far too independent. Why would she need a man like me, Hyun-woo? When she could do everything she needed herself?"

Jungkook pulls his hands out of his pocket, a small syringe in his hands. 

"I had three of my men go to Y/N's house and break anything they can find and tell her she had a week to come up with an insane amount of money. More than you even owed." Jungkook scoffs. "She was desperate to pay off your debts. The debts you left her, Hyun-woo."

Hyun-woo watches as Jungkook lifts the syringe, all the while the older man is stiff. Listening to what Jungkook has to say is making him feel sick to his stomach. 

"So desperate that she was willing to sell her own virginity." Jungkook shakes his head with a tsk and Hyun-woo's eyes widen. "Luckily, I was there to buy her virginity. I'm no heathen, Hyun-woo, of course I didn't sleep with Y/N until she was ready."

"Shut up." Hyun-woo shakes his head. "Why-"

"I mind as well tell you the truth, right?" Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. "I gave you two choices, Hyun-woo. You'd either leave here tonight and enjoy your freedom like the rest of your siblings or," Jungkook toys with the syringe in his hand. "I'm going to drug you. Y/N is going to find you drugged up in our son's room and she's going to hate you for it."

Hyun-woo swallows. 

"And of course, I'm going to be the doting husband. I'm going to send you right back to rehab and pay for it. This time - you'll never leave. I have connections and those connections will make sure you never recover. Y/N will never know that, however."

Jungkook blinks at Hyun-woo. "Regardless, Hyun-woo. My wife and son will be happy and comfortable. You're not taking that from me."

You climb the stairs, your heels in your hands. You were exhausted, but glad that the dinner was successful. You promised to come visit Soobin and Byeol, but the goodbyes weren't easy. You had to thank Jungkook for allowing them to re-enter your and Jin-Seon's life.

As you got to the top, your eyes find Jungkook in the doorway of Jin-Seon's room. 

"Is he asleep in his own room tonight?" you ask from down the hall, coming closer to see if it was true. 

Jungkook's eyes disconnect from Hyun-woo's and his hand swiftly hides the small syringe. 

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. He gives you a smile as you appear. "I was showing Hyun-woo his room."

"Ah." you nod. "It's like a wonderland in here, right?" you giggle, eyes connecting with your brothers.

Your smile turns to a frown soon when you notice tears dripping from Hyun-woo's eyes. You glance at Jungkook who appears just as confused as you. You step forward, hands reaching out for your elder brother. "W-What's wrong?"

Hyun-woo shakes his head. "I..." How could he tell you the truth? That he's the reason you've been through so much, and Jungkook hasn't even scratched the surface on everything you've been through since he's been gone? Even if he did tell you everything Jungkook was about, would it matter? It was his fault for allowing Jungkook the opening to you because he was nothing but an addict. 

"I'm so happy that you found happiness." Hyun-woo murmurs pathetically. He glances at Jungkook only briefly before his eyes connect with your own. "You've grown and now you're a mother and..."

Hyun-woo is stunned to feel your arms wrapped around him - he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve to feel your warmth or be the center of your love; not after he failed you as a brother. 

Jungkook takes a few steps and places a hand on the low of your back. "Y/N's happy to have you back." he nods at Hyun-woo, satisfied that the man wasn't dumb. He chose the right side - the side that wouldn't put him into an early grave. "She's told me so much about you while you were gone. You enjoyed baking in your youth."

You disconnect yourself from Hyun-woo and nod your head, eyes shining. "Jungkook knows people who could get you back into baking. It won't be easy, of course, since you haven't baked in so long but-"

"If it's something you'd want to do." Jungkook stares at Hyun-woo deeply. "It can be done. Ye-Rim has her own restaurant and you could have your own bakery eventually. You just have to want it."

You just have to want it.

You just have to want it.

Hyun-woo nods his head. He did want it - but he couldn't shake the feeling of regret going through his veins. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was becoming a sell out and allowing Jungkook to throw whatever money he had at him. 

"Good." Jungkook smiles, a sinister smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Tomorrow I'll make some phone calls. We have a guest bedroom down the hall to the right where you'd be comfortable."

Hyun-woo nods and doesn't say another word to you or Jungkook. The heel of his shoes is heard clicking against the tile until it's inaudible.

"Thank you." you sigh to Jungkook. You place your head into his chest. 

"You don't have to thank me, Y/N." Jungkook wraps his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your hair and feels the goosebumps rise upon his skin. "You're my wife. I'll do whatever makes you happy."

You take a deep breath. You don't respond and Jungkook doesn't need you to because he understand you're content. You're happy now that Hyun-woo is back and better - safer. 

Jungkook ponders how his life would be if he never proceeded to go through with his plan. He wouldn't have Jin-Seon - and he wouldn't have you. Sure, there's the constant display of events that plays out in his mind that one day you'd find out about him - about what he's done to get you. However, it'll be against his dead body to see you and his son be taken away from him.

In a way, Jungkook thanks Hyun-woo for turning out the way he did. He gave him a wife who he adored and a son who he'd do anything for. All Hyun-woo had to do now was take what was being handed to him - a better life in the career he adores. 

Jungkook was happy. You were happy. Jin-seon was happy - and that's all he could truly wish for. 

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CRUEL INTENTIONS (1999) — dir. Roger Kumble

The Narcissist's Masquerade

In love's twisted labyrinth, shadows conspire,

A false Cupid, cloaked in dark attire.

With whispers sweet and arrows of black,

He ensnares hearts, never looking back.

Beneath his mask of angelic guise,

Lurks a soul consumed by cunning lies.

His words, like daggers, cut deep and cold,

Leaving wounds that never grow old.

He weaves a web of manipulation's art,

Playing with emotions, tearing souls apart.

Each vow of love, a twisted refrain,

Leading lovers to sorrow, to endless pain.

His arrows pierce, not with love's sweet kiss,

But with venomous poison, leaving hearts amiss.

He twists and turns, with deceitful grace,

Leaving behind a bitter, empty space.

Beware the Cupid with wings of night,

For his love is but a poisonous blight.

In his embrace, there's only despair,

A haunting echo of a love unfair.

Ryan Phillippe / Flaunt Magazine (2000)

📸 By David Lachapelle

"But in a broader sense, when I have more control, I want to expose people to new ideas."