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Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter two: red hawk. ✎  [11k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death, fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk.  With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter three.  chapter five.

Although you had woken up a few times gasping in fear and sweating, when you had left the warehouse, you felt rested. Taehyung had joined the unit and as you walked through the waking up city with a scarf around your face and four strong and dangerous men escorting you, you felt safe. The plan was to walk to an extraction point where one of Taehyung’s connections would be waiting with a vehicle to take you to the next point, Red Hawk. Jungkook walked in front of you, his eyes and ears alert as were the other men. Behind you was Yoongi. He wore a snapback so that his hair didn’t draw too much attention. As you walked through the crowd, you could feel your leg starting to hurt. You huffed as you tried to keep up, extending your hand just as Jungkook was looking back, you gripped his shirt tightly and he looked down, instead, taking your hand in his. You blushed.  “You’ll draw a lot more attention if you’re gripping my shirt like an endangered animal.” He said in a sharp tone. You pursed your lips, his grip on your hand tight as he pulled you along. His other hand hovering over his other side, just where his gun was. You walked for about half an hour before Taehyung was turning around.  They all stopped, but Jungkook didn’t let go of your hand.  “Ok, this is it, we have one car, they gave us armory and supplies, we have a six-hour drive, taking the more secluded highways before we have to ditch the car and walk.” Jungkook nodded and Taehyung resumed walking. As you followed you were in an alley, a black jeep waiting for you with a few armed men around it.  As you approached, Taehyung greeted them, they all nodded as they watched over your group, Hoseok took the driver’s seat, Yoongi the passenger and Jungkook got in the car, pulling you along with him, soon after, Taehyung got in shutting the door.  “Let’s move.” He said and Hoseok was driving off.  After a few minutes of silence and Taehyung handing Hoseok a map with the path drawn, Yoongi spoke.  “How long before the news spreads?” He asked.  “There is no way to access that. All I know is that Red Hawk, Seamore and Armstrong are still reliable,” Jungkook said, void of emotion.  “Of course they’re reliable, they would never not be reliable, Jungkook.” Taehyung sounded offended. Jungkook didn’t respond.  “Jungkook, you should get some rest, you haven’t slept in two days,” Hoseok said, and only then you noticed that your hands were still intertwined.  “I’m fine.” He said.  “You know damn well that she needs you with all your attention and senses sharp, fucking sleep,” Hoseok argued. Your grip around Jungkook tightened, making him look at you.  “I’ll be ok.” You whispered at him and he sighed, giving up, resting his head back he pulled your hand onto his lap along with his. That was his insurance that you wouldn’t disappear while he rested.  “Wake me up in an hour.” He said and the rest of the unit was silent. In less than a few minutes, Jungkook was fast asleep.  You looked ahead at the road, your head void of thought as you pushed the fact that you had to come up with something for when you got to the safe house.  You had an idea of who could be behind these attacks, of who would have been the culprit of it all, and if you were right, the only way of making sure this would end, would be exposing everything, even your father. As you tried your best not to think about it, Taehyung’s voice brought you back. “So...” He started. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, and even if you knew that for some reason Taehyung cared about you, you knew there was a deeper meaning to his question.  “Uh, yeah, as much as I can be.” You answered honestly.  “I’m sure Jungkook is going to take good care of you.” The man said, looking to see if that elicited a reaction from you. You were quiet for a while... After everything that had happened, you felt safe with Jungkook and you knew he would do everything in his power to keep you safe you just wondered why. What could he possibly owe Phillip to make him go through all this trouble for someone he barely knew? You looked back at your intertwined hands.  “Oh, I know that look, that’s doubt,” Taehyung said, and you looked at him. “Sweetheart, Jungkook is... A difficult man, he has many demons and many scars, but he is a man of integrity.” Taehyung said, looking out the window again.  “I don’t doubt he is a man of integrity.” Your voice was low.  “And besides, I would be quite inclined to protect you at any cost too if you hung onto me for dear life like that, it does things to a man you know?” He looked back at you a brow quirked up and a smirk on his face.  “Tae, shut up,” Yoongi said, but you missed the shared glace between him and Hoseok. When silence took over, you felt your sleep-deprived body start to take over, and you slowly fell asleep. With your hand on Jungkook’s, you slept with no interruption, only waking up after a few hours to the sound of his voice. “So, you’re telling me that you’re not hypnotized by the power of pussy?” Hoseok questioned, you heard them clearly but didn’t open your eyes, you noticed your head was rested on Jungkook lap, you couldn’t remember when you had moved, but it felt good regardless.  “Hobi, can you please stop saying that kind of shit?” Jungkook argued.  “Oh, come one, we can see you, man,” Hoseok said. “Helping her through her breakdown, killing a man for just hinting at the idea of killing her, she’s sleeping on your lap as we speak, your fingers are tangled together.” Hoseok didn’t seem annoyed, he just wanted to make Jungkook admit that he was taking the job personally now. “If you tell me you have done this for other protection jobs, I’ll drop it.” Jungkook was silent. Was he giving you special treatment? You wondered with your eyes closed.  “I just want her to feel safe, she’s been through enough, she’ll be traumatized for life,” Jungkook said.  “Ah-ha! I knew it, the fucking power of pussy, man.” Hoseok chuckled in the driver’s seat.  “Hobi has a point, Kook, I mean, you’re clearly taking this personally and to be honest, we don’t mind, but remember that when the job is over she goes back to being a politician and we go back to... Well, war.” Yoongi added. “Just don’t let it get too serious, it could compromise the whole operation.” He said.  You furrowed your brows, not understanding what they meant, but even the slightest movement was enough for Jungkook’s attention to shift to you.  “She’s awake.” He said, and the car fell silent.  “Rise and shine, pretty bird.” You heard Taehyung’s voice. Fluttering your eyes, you looked up at Jungkook, his same dark eyes looking back at you.  “Hi.” You said and once again he didn’t answer.  “We’re almost there, you should drink some water, take your meds,” He said, and you nodded, slowly getting up and sitting back in your spot. You looked at the men in the car, all of them quiet and you noticed Jungkook’s hand had let go of yours, it felt cold all of a sudden and you rested it on your lap.  As you drank water and took your meds you avoided Jungkook. Maybe he was making this personal and maybe he regretted it.  “So, Y/N, any boyfriend back in at home?” Yoongi questioned, and you almost choked on your water. Closing the flask and wiping your mouth, you stuttered.  “U-uh, no... I never had the time to think about dating after my second year of college.” You said.  “But you surely had some fun for two years?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. You chuckled, looking away.  “I guess, you know, frat parties and sorority ones,  I had my good share of... Experience.” You felt Jungkook shift beside you but didn’t look. “Must be intimidating for men to date the president’s daughter,” Yoongi said.  “Oh, yeah... It was difficult trying to bring a boy back to my dorm when I had five security guards walking with me every second of my day.” Hoseok made a face and Taehyung chuckled. Jungkook didn’t move a muscle, he knew what they were doing.  “Is American college life just like the movies?” Taehyung asked.  “To some sort, only there is a lot more alcohol poisoning and people getting pregnant.” You shrugged. The three men laughed.  “Jesus, imagine if a frat boy got the president’s daughter pregnant.” Yoongi mused.  “I took good care of myself, and besides, I stopped hooking up with people when I got into my second year, I had a goal set and I just tried hard to reach it.” You thought back to those days, they were quiet and calm. No imminent danger surrounding you. If only the girl you were back, then knew what you’d be going through now.  “Interesting, so you’ve graduated in what major?” Yoongi asked.  “I haven’t graduated yet, I’m in my last year, I graduate in six months... Well, if I ever get the chance to.” The conversation took a depressing turn, and the car went silent.  “You’ll get the chance to,” Taehyung said, lips pursed in a shy smile.  After what seemed like an hour, Hoseok slowed down the car. “We’re here.” Jungkook’s voice brought you back.  Hoseok parked the car behind an abandoned gas station and you got out. The sky was cloudy and even if it was hot, the lack of sun made it easier to endure the heat.  Jungkook made sure you had everything you needed before he was gearing up, he took a black rifle gun from the drunk and slung it across his body, the other did the same, tying his camo long-sleeved shirt around his head he was dressed in a light brown shirt that hugged his body slightly, you tried to look away, but you suddenly wanted to know what he looked like underneath. As they all finished gearing up the men rounded around Jungkook.  “Ok, Hoseok will lead us for the first couple of hours, then Yoongi, and when the sun sets, we make camp. Eyes sharp, we have no vehicles, if we’re ambushed we engage with full power, protect her at any cost.” You gulped down. “Ok, little dove, time to go,” Jungkook said, looking at you before he was walking off. A similar formation from before settled, only Hoseok was now leading and Taehyung was behind Yoongi, Jungkook was in front of you following Hoseok.  The heat seemed to swallow you for the first three hours. Your eyes were low and heavy as you walked limping behind Jungkook. Then, as your body released sweat, the air that rushed through the desert cooled you down.  The whole walk was silent, and you had time to think about everything.  Your father was a loyal man, honest and kind. But he had friends in power that weren’t and being kind-hearted, he believed that people could change. When one of his closest friends decided to run for the next election four years ago, your father felt betrayed. Of course, he didn’t win and your father secured his position. But that came with a cost. Jefferson Jhon was a petty man, and he lifted campaigns and spread lies and tried his best to taint your father’s reputation as if he had forgotten what your father had done for him in the past. Jefferson was a wealthy man, he owned several business companies and had an estimated annual income of around 2 billion dollars. He tried to buy people around him to help bring your father down, but your father had a card under his sleeve.  It was probably one of those nights where men of Wallstreet would hire prostitutes, snort cocaine, and spend the cash made out of the backs of desperate people. He tried to make a girl do something even though she wasn’t a prostitute, just an employee. She said no; he got angry; he choked her to death in a drug neurotic rage. The police were surely called and you still remember the phone ringing in the dead of night when you were just a teenager. The skinny man being brought to the Whitehouse by the police while your security made sure he was taken away. Your father did his best o hide it, making sure that the woman’s family was taken care of financially and that Jefferson got clean in exchange for the favor. It was headlined for a long time in the media since in the end, she was the daughter of an economist college professor and eventually; it was ruled a cold because of the lack of evidence. But you didn’t know all that because you saw everything go down that night, or because your father told you. No, you heard your father bring it up in a meeting Jefferson had called with him to try to bully your father into submission. You were standing by the door, ready to storm in and scream at the man that was bringing so much stress to your father, instead, stopping in your tracks. You felt ashamed of your father, ashamed for him doing such a thing, it took a few years for you to get over it, but you still remember Jefferson’s venomous laced words.  “I will fucking destroy you, do you hear me, I will take everything you love away from you, I will fucking destroy you.” He threatened.  A while after that, you decided you needed to make a difference in politics, studying so that you could be someone just as important as your father, just as influential, and soon you were taking on small diplomatic meetings on his behalf.  You didn’t let what you knew go by without confronting your father about it. And you remember that day as if it were yesterday.  “And you call yourself a man of integrity, where is your integrity, dad?” You shouted at him.  “Y/N, I understand your concern, but you have to understand that it was the choice I decided to make back then and one I regret most deeply, but that now can make things very bad not just for Jefferson, but for both of us.” He reasoned.  “I don’t care, dad! He killed a woman! And you covered for him! That makes you an accomplice, and your hands are just as dirty with blood as his hands are.” You swallowed back the tears that threatened to leave you.  Your father sighed, shoulders slumping down.  “You’re right...” He said, defeated. “I’ll have my people prepare a statement and we’ll make this right.” He said, and you nodded at him.  “Good.” Was all you said before you left the room.  A month later you were off to the diplomatic trip your father had set up last minute, one that was very important to you since it was an environmental cause. You had been in your temporary home for almost a month before everything happened. So your only conclusion was that Jefferson had found out about your father writing the public statement, one that you had read and known the lines very well. ‘My brave, just and loyal daughter convinced me that if I were truly a man of kindness, I should no longer allow this cruel act go unpunished, even if cost me my own position.’ That was enough for Jefferson to know you were a threat as well, and he fought hard to eliminate any trace of it. How he could do it without being discovered was what you wondered. But you knew that there were few people in this world that couldn’t be bought, and if he was willing to pay a year of his company’s profits for your head, you knew that people’s silence cost a lot less. “You’re pretty quiet, everything ok?” Yoongi’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.  You huffed, feet digging into the sand as you struggled to walk.  “I think I know who’s behind this.” You said, and all eyes shot in your direction.  “Who?” Taehyung questioned.  You tilted your head to the side.  “If I tell you, then your head will be worth 1.5 billion dollars.” You said, and somehow, that made Yoongi laugh.  “I mean, even if I don’t want to die, I’m pretty curious,” Taehyung said.  You looked up at Jungkook, his sweat dripping down his chin and the shirt around his head soaked.  “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” He said, his face slightly flushed from walking so long.  “As crazy as it sounds, I trust you all.” You said, and Hoseok smiled back at you.  “So, come on, tell us who’s going through so much trouble to have you killed.” Yoongi sounded anxious.  “Jefferson John.” You said, and Taehyung laughed.  “Isn’t that cliche?” He mused. “The president’s adversary.”  “My father had dirt on him, dirt that would not only make him not be able to run, but go to jail.” You said as a strong sting erupted through your leg, all four stopped walking as you hissed in pain. You felt your own sweat soak your tank top as you looked at them.  “It’s ok, let’s keep going.” You assured, and they resumed walking.  They waited for you to continue.  “When I enrolled in college, I overheard a conversation they had and found out about it. A few months ago I convinced my father to make a public statement about it and he must have found out.” You told them.  Jungkook hummed.  “Jesus, what kind of dirt did your father have on him? Was he laundering money or something?” Hoseok asked.  “Worse.” Your voice came out weaker.  “Worse? Did he kill someone?” You went quiet. And that was enough answer they needed.  “Holy shit.” Hoseok cursed, taking in the information.  “You’re the only one alive that knows?” Jungkook questioned.  “I think so... everyone I know that could have known is dead.” Your voice was low now.  It was quiet for a while before Yoongi spoke.  “How is he going to make sure no one knows he was the one that caused the hit?”  “You can make anything seem like a terrorist attack with the right amount of money.” Taehyung pitched in. The rest of the group giving him a knowing look. “He must have hired a private contractor, like Phillips. Although I doubt Phillip would do such a thing, we don’t kill innocent people.” Hoseok said.  “It doesn’t matter, what matters is that she’s the only one that can make this right,” Jungkook said.  Soon, everyone went quiet and as the hours went by, you felt your legs ache in pain, your head woozy and eyes fluttering. You were tired, too tired. Your body suddenly gave out as you tripped and fell onto the sand, just as quickly as your hands met the sand, two bodies where by your side.  “Are you ok?” Jungkook’s asked, lifting your face to look at him, voice stern and worried.  “Jungkook, she’s been walking in the heat for the past five hours, what do you think?” Yoongi said beside you. Jungkook looked at the man, bringing his watch into view and looking around.  “We have an hour till sundown, I would suggest we move till then it’s not safe to make camp during the daylight, we can be spotted.” He said looking back at Yoongi.  “She’s pale, her lips are cracked, her wound is bleeding through the fabric and she isn’t fucking like us. She needs rest now or do you want to fucking carry her for the next hour?” Yoongi said, irritated. Jungkook was silent, answering Yoongi’s question.  “Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me.” Your eyes were heavy, and you tried to focus on Jungkook, you blink a few times and felt the water being spread on your lips.  “Drink.” He said, and you obeyed, drinking down the water he was giving you. As soon as he was done, he put the flask away. “Ok, little dove, up.” He said helping your body up and pulsing it onto his back, you wrapped your hands around his neck, while he held onto your thighs, his hand dangerously close to your wound. You hissed in pain as he stretched the skin.  “Hold on to me, we’ll rest soon.” Was all he said, ignoring your hiss.  Jungkook’s body was toned, you could feel his muscles flexing under your body while looking down onto his strong hands that held your legs in place. Your hands wrapped lazily around his sweaty neck and your chin rested over your arm, your face mere inches from his. You were quiet as you felt your cheeks blush at how your body was flush against his, he would probably feel your heat against his back and the thought alone made you blush harder.  “If you’re right about Jefferson, the only way he’s going to stop is if you’re dead or if you tell the world the truth,” Jungkook said in a low voice, so only you could hear.  “I know.” You said quietly.  You rested comfortably on top of Jungkook, watching as the sun started to set and the sky turn blue. Suddenly he stopped, putting you down and looking around. The other stopped too. You noticed your clothes were soaking in your sweat and his.  “Ok, this seems good, let’s set up camp,” Jungkook announced.  There were two tents and as Hoseok and Taehyung put them together Yoongi was helping Jungkook with the portable stove. You looked at the men working, feeling useless once again.  “Hey Y/N, come here,” Taehyung called. You walked in his direction. “Help me out with this, will you?” He asked, even though he seemed to know how to do it himself.  There was the crazy aura about Taehyung, as if he always knew the right things to say. You smiled softly at him in a silent ‘thank you’ and helped him put the tent together. You watched as Yoongi and Jungkook stripped from their shirts, a gasp being trapped between your lips. Taehyung chucked, you looked back at him in embarrassment.  “We’re all human here... little dove”. He teased, and you bit your lower lip.  You didn’t know why Jungkook called you that, but you knew you liked it ever since he had said it back in Gallaticus. It had felt endearing and made you feel calmer.  “Heads up,” Taehyung warned before you turned around and faced a shirtless Jungkook. You almost squealed when your eyes met his toned abs. It was just as you had imagined, slim and toned and his skin honey-kissed. He had a few scars here and there. But it somehow made him even more appealing.  “Lost anything down there?” Jungkook tilted his head to the side, and you looked up at him, cheeks blushing. He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for your answer, but your mouth opened and closed several times and nothing came out.  “Nevermind. This is your tent, I’ll be with you while you sleep and I’ll take rounds with Yoongi, is that ok with you?” He asked, and you nodded.  “Good, we’re gonna heat up some food, try to change into something dry, it get’s really fucking cold at night.” He said before walking away. You looked back at Taehyung he had an amused look on his face.  “That went perfect, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at him and walked into the tent, bringing your bag along with you. You changed into dry clothes, walking out as the light of the day now was almost gone. There wasn’t a fire, but a yellow light in the middle of the men. You furrowed your brows as you noticed the cans heating up in the portable stove.  “Fluorescent light,” Hoseok answered your silent question. “Drones can’t see it, satellites can’t see it, and conveniently enough, it shoos the bugs away.” The wind was now just a light breeze as the temperature dropped. You sat beside Yoongi, across from Jungkook and Taehyung, Hoseok in the middle of the four of you, handling the stove.  “You hungry?” Yoongi asked, and you nodded.  He gave you a soft smile. “You know, when we started this, I thought you’d be one of those spoil brats that complain about everything.” He said while he leaned in and grabbed one of the cans, wrapping a shirt around the bottom. “Careful, it’s hot.” He handed it over to you and you took it, using the plastic spork.  “I don’t know if I am a brat, I hope I’m not, I’m smarter than to complain about worthless things when my life is in danger.” You say, and the boy’s hum. “Besides, you’re all going through hell and risking your lives to make sure I’m safe. Why would I put you in any more stress?”  “I know a few other jobs that didn’t really care before,” Yoongi said and Hoseok seconds it.  “You kinda are a brat.” Everyone looked at Jungkook, that was concentrated on his food. He looked up, noticing everyone’s stare. “You kinda are.” He shrugged, spork playing with his food. “How am I a brat?” You asked. You couldn’t contain the amused smile on your face. “Well, do you remember in the car before we were attacked. You said this thing about if I had a sad childhood story and if that was the moment, I’d tell it. I was really close to punching you.” He said, and you laughed, making him look at you.  “Well, you’re irritating sometimes. Also, I only thought about the sad childhood story because of that scar you have on your cheek.” You ate without really paying attention to the taste.  He shuffled on his spot, raising an eyebrow. “How do you think I got this scar?” He asked you before looking over at the other men that watched your conversation with amusement.  You slowly sucked on the spoon to get all the sauce off while you thought. You didn’t notice, but all four eyes glinted.  “Childhood bully, foster parents...” You hummed, letting the spork go with a pop, Jungkook’s eyes were darker than before. “Something sad and tragic.” You shrugged and looked back at your can.  Everyone was silent for a while, and when you looked up Jungkook blinked a couple of times.  “My older brother and I had a fight over who was going to play on the computer, I lost. I have no sad childhood story, I had a pretty amazing childhood and my parents were the fucking best.” He said putting down the can and taking his flask.  “Were? Are they...?” You questioned, and he shook his head.  “No, but they think I am, have for the past few years.” Jungkook looked at you and shrugged.  “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said focusing back on your can, where you played with the food. “Can I know why?” You asked, and it was Hoseok’s turn to speak.  “Y/N, when you’re in our line of work, it’s better to not have people you care about in your life, they can easily be used as leverage.” You bit on your lower lip in understanding.  You suddenly saw Taehyung take something out of his jacket, it was a metal flask.  “Is that alcohol?” You asked and Taehyung wiggled his eyebrow, opening it and taking a swing, making a face right after.  “You think I was going to spend almost two days in the desert on a mission I don’t know if I’m gonna come back alive from and not bring alcohol?” You laughed and saw him pass it to Jungkook. He took a swing, to your surprise, making a face and you laughed.  He looked at you before passing it to Hoseok who did the same. When it got to you, you hesitated, eyes looking at Jungkook. “You’re taking meds.” He said and Taehyung scoffed.  “Oh come on Kook, it’s not like she’s going to get drunk from a few fucking swings,” Taehyung argued, taking the flask from Hoseok and shoving it in your hand. Jungkook sighed.  “You’re a bad influence, Tae.” He said, leaning back into his backpack, his legs spread open.  You took the flask and put it in your mouth, tipping it back. It tasted like brandy and not a good kind, but you didn’t complain, just allowed the burning sensations to go down your throat as you made a face.  “And you sound like her parent.” He said back, laughing.  “Oh, god, no, I used to call my father daddy when I was younger.” You joked, and the boys erupted in laughter, Jungkook chuckled. You laughed along with the boys, your eyes meeting Jungkook’s, he was looking at you with his lower lip tucked in his mouth, it made your skin buzz, the way he was looking at you and chuckle he let out when you blushed.  After a while, it started getting very cold and everyone decided it was time to call it a night. You got up and Jungkook followed you into the tent in silence.  “You know...” He started, taking out his gun and making sure it was loaded and ready to go if he needed it to be. “You look pretty when you smile.” He said it as if it was the most simple thing to say. You spun your head around to look at him. His eyes were still dark as before. Your cheeks blushed, and you looked away.  “T-thanks.” You said in a small voice, laying down on the hard floor, using your bag as a headrest. Jungkook hummed, watching as you laid. He turned off the light making everything pitch dark, the only light source was the moonlight shining through the clouds giving it all a blueish hue.  You heard him move, laying down a few inches away from you. You were shivering from the cold, your teeth hitting against one another even though you were using your jacket.  It was hard to sleep as your body shivered. You tried your best to calm your shivering, but after what seemed like half an hour, it felt pointless. Jungkook seemed to notice, his voice making you jump slightly in the darkness.  “Turn around.” He said, and you hesitated for a while before turning on your good side. Suddenly, you felt his arm come around your chest and pull you into his body; he was spooning you, your whole body flush against his and he was warm, so warm. Your shaking got a bit better, but it was still there. As you tried not to move so that he could get some rest while Yoongi took watch, his voice was just by your ear.  “Are you still cold?” He asked, something different laced in his words. You nodded, you wondered why he wasn’t shaking like you and then you remembered he must have done this a thousand times, spend the night in the desert. You jolted when you felt his hand snake it’s way inside your jacket, his rough, warm fingers caressing your skin gently, softly. The act made you unwillingly roll your hips back and Jungkook let out a huff of air, his fingers gripping your waist to hold you still.  You only then noticed that you had ground up against him, you blushed aggressively, not knowing how to apologize for it, but as you opened your mouth to speak his hand grazed the front of your stomach slowly, you gasped, clenching your stomach for how sensitive your felt. Once again, your hips rolled back into him. Suddenly, his other hand was under your head and around your mouth, your eyes opening and he was speaking again, whispering.  “Be quiet, little dove, I’m gonna get you warm.” He said in a husky voice and you melted into him from the nickname, your body betraying you as felt his hand come back and graze your back, all your hairs standing. You didn’t know why Jungkook was doing it, but you weren’t gonna ask him to stop. His touch was something you didn’t know you needed until now, and fuck did you need it. As he touched your skin, you felt the familiar dampness between your legs, a dull ache starting to grow. You turned into putty in his hands, your body reacting to the slightest of touch and he seemed to notice, he seemed to like it. You heard as his breathing started to become a little shallow, his hand only shifting from our stomach to your back, sometimes he would go further up your stomach, make you feel hope that he’d touch you anywhere sensitive, but he would come down again and back. Your hips rolled back again and this time, you felt it. The hard bulge between his legs, large and delicious. You rolled your hips back again, mind already taken over by lust. He gripped your hips, pushing himself into you and you whimpered, his other hand closing around your mouth to muffle it. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to feel how heavy he was in our hand, but he had other plans for you.  Gently, he grazed his warm fingers up your stomach, higher until he brushed the tip over one nipple. You felt just how wet you got from one simple brush of his fingers, arching your breast into his hand. His mouth was just by your ear, his breathing shallow as he explored you the way he wanted to. His lips grazed the back of your neck, but never moving. Suddenly he was grazing your nipple again, this time longer, harder. You bit down on his hand, a low moan escaping your lips before he finally massaged your breasts. You tried your best to stay quiet, silently whimpering into his hand as you rest your head back on him, it felt so good; he was so good with his hand on your breasts, you could only imagine how good he was somewhere else. And as if he could read your mind, his hand started tracing lower, lower, lower until he breached the hem of your pants. The anticipation was agonizing as you couldn’t see him, only feel. As he grazed his fingers lower, he didn’t hesitate. Hand coming down to slowly cup your heat, your legs parted a little, your body moving and you could almost face him now, but he still didn’t allow you to, the touch of his hand over your core was making small electric shocks go all through your body and when he pushed two fingers to breach your lips and bring them up your folds to your clit, you moaned and he cursed.  “Fuck...” He cursed in a whisper. “You’re fucking soaked.” His lips were on your ear. You couldn’t speak, mind hazy on how desperate you were for him to touch you. Suddenly your back was shoved to the ground, the hand over your mouth beside your head and the other still on your core. You opened your eyes, looking up at him. His eyes were dark, so dark that they could eat you alive. You were flushed, eyes but slits, lips humid and swollen from how much you were biting on them, and the whole picture was making Jungkook lose it. He once again slid his fingers between your lips, from your quivering hole up to your clit and your mouth hung open, no sound coming out. You knew better than to let the others know what you two were doing in there. Jungkook started rubbing gentle circles on your clit, shushing you when he heard you whimper. Your legs opened wider to give him more access, he watched your every reaction, the way your chest rose and fell, your hole clenched around nothing, he knew he was making you feel good. The delicious way he rubbed you was haunting, you were so sensitive and deprived that you already felt a trace of an orgasm in the back of your mind. Jungkook bit his lower lips, trying to contain his own groan, his erection painfully hard in his pants, and when he slid back down and pushed two fingers in gently you arched your back, he leaned down, resting on his elbow as he put his hand over your mouth.  Having him over your body like that was a lot, maybe too much, and the way he was mere inches from your covered lips made you want to kiss him. He started a slow pace of his fingers, in and out, curling as they went out and rubbing at your sweet spot, again and again, his thumb rubbed circles in your clit as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. Your hands came up to grab onto the arm around your mouth, fingers digging into them. He hissed, resting his forehead on yours, eyes never looking away. When you started clenching, you felt your orgasm approach you at an impending speed; he noticed, biting harder on his lower lip.  “I got you, little dove, let go.” He said, and you rolled your eyes back, hips moving along with his rhythm. Soon enough your eyes flashed white. The tingling sensation started from the tip of your toes and rolled in a rush all the way through your body, an electric shock that made you clench violently around his fingers and arch your back into him. You couldn’t control your sounds, whimpering wildly into his hand, he pressed his palm down harder, his head diving into your neck to try to muffle your sounds. He rode it out, his pace slow and gently and when your breathing started getting regular again, he pulled his fingers out, leaning back on his elbow, his eyes trained on your hazy post-orgasm ones. You looked at him with bliss in your eyes, cheeks flushed and a fucked out expression that he took a mental picture of. He brought his cum-soaked fingers up and into his mouth, your mouth opening up in a gasp and his brows furrowing in sweet, sweet torture. As he sucked his fingers clean, he leaned his other hand back down, one on each side of your face. You two were in silence, eyes locked. He eyes your body once, sighing in satisfaction before looking back at you.  “Time to sleep.” He said when he noticed you were no longer shivering. You blinked a couple of times before he moved back to his spot, pulling your body into his like before.  You wanted to help him with his erection; you knew he had one; you had felt it; you whined, and he shushed you, making you go quiet. “You’re warm now, sleep.” Even if you thought you would never be able to fall asleep after that, you proved yourself wrong when you were fast asleep not even ten minutes later.  When you woke up, the sun was starting to rise. Your eyes fluttered, you were on your back looking up at the tent ceiling and you turned your face to the side where another face looked back at you.  “Hi there,” Yoongi said, smiling at you. It seemed innocent, but deep down it also had something with it, almost like a teasing tone. As you smiled back at him and got up, you felt a weird dampness between your legs and everything came rushing back. Your eyes slightly bulged and your cheeks flushed, you had let Jungkook finger you yesterday, not just that, you had let Jungkook finger you and give you a mind-blowing orgasm just with that, his fingers. You got up in a rush, grabbing your things and leaving the tent. “Good morning to you too,” Yoongi yelled from inside.  On the outside was the rest of the unit. Hoseok was packing the portable stove and Taehyung was working on undoing the tent. Your eyes searched for Jungkook and you saw him, sitting on a rock, shirtless, said shirt around his head as he checked the rifles. His eyes met yours for a split second and you looked away.  “Morning, did you sleep well?” Hoseok asked while he walked in your direction. The question seemed genuine.  “Y-yeah, very well, you?” You asked, stuttering as you played with the strap of your backpack.  “Meh, you know, as well you can sleep on the hard floor.” He shrugged.  You glanced at Jungkook, his eyes on you for a split second before his attention was on the guns again.  You needed to distract yourself. Walking towards Taehyung, you decided to help him with the tents. After you had helped Taehyung and everything was packed, Jungkook approached you all.  “Ok, we’re moving out.” His voice was hard and stern, and he barely acknowledged you.  You all walked in silence, a very awkward silence. Taehyung in front, Jungkook behind him, you in the middle and Yoongi and Hoseok came after. You couldn’t help look up at Jungkook, his bare back flexing now and then as he moved. God, why was he so attractive? It made everything harder. You came to the conclusion that God had given you a force task unit from hell. Devil-like killer supermodels. You hated god.  As you walked for the next few hours, no one spoke and as much as it wasn’t an unusual thing for you all to be quiet, after what had happened during the night, you were overthinking a lot.  The quiet spell was broken by no other than Yoongi.  “So, Y/N, you seem pretty well rested.” He said with a teasing tone to his voice. You looked back at him, brows furrowed.  “Yoongi, shut up,” You heard Jungkook spit out, but he didn’t look back.  ”What? I’m just asking her an innocent question” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.  “I slept pretty well, I guess I was tired.” You said, still walking.  “Oh? So, you probably must have blown out some steam, huh?” He teased and this time Jungkook stopped walking. Looking back at the white-haired man.  “Yoongi, I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to shoot you in the foot.” Jungkook had his teeth clenched. The whole unit stopped walking.  “Is there something I’m missing?” Hoseok piped in.  Yoongi looked at him and back at Jungkook.  “I don’t know, Hobi, why don’t you ask lover boy over there.” Yoongi teased.  “Oh my god.” You groaned and put both hands over your face. Of course, Yoongi had heard you.  “What the fuck are you talking about, Yoongi?” It was Taehyung’s turn to question.  “Oh, come on, we’re all adults here, no need to act like a teenager and pretend you two didn’t fuck yesterday,” Yoongi said looking from Jungkook to you.  “Wait, you fucked her?” Hoseok asked, a lopsided smile on his face.  You didn’t know where to hide.  “I did not fuck her,” Jungkook argued.  “Jungkook, if your dick was inside her, you fucked her.” Yoongi nodded.  “Yoongi, oh my god, shut up.” It was your turn to speak. Eyes bulged, cheeks red.  “I heard you two!” He spat back at you and Jungkook.  “We did not fuck!” You said.  “Oh, so you’re telling me I didn’t hear her orgasm last night?” You once again hid your face in your hand. Taehyung and Hoseok amused by the whole thing.  Jungkook was silent. You looked back at him, waiting for him to deny it. He never did.  Yoongi opened his mouth in surprise you opened yours in outrage.  “Listen, I never said I didn’t make her cum, just that I didn’t fuck her.” Jungkook shrugged.  “Jungkook!” You yelled at him.  “What? A man gloats about his battles and his victories.” He smirked at you. Smirked. It was quiet as you gave Jungkook an outraged look.  “How d’you do it?” An unknown voice spoke and suddenly everyone moved, the sound of guns from the four men with you arming and ready to fire. When you looked at the owner of the voice he was covered in a camouflage outfit, one that would allow him to lay in the sand and not be seen. He didn’t even flinch at the guns pointed at him, instead, ignoring them. “Tongue?” He asked, and the men slowly rolled their eyes, putting the guns away with grunts and curses.  You looked around at them in confusion and back at the stranger.  “Fingers,” Jungkook answered, wiggling his fingers in the air. Your head spinning in his direction.  “Hot.” The short man smiled. He was blond, features soft, almost innocent. And dammit, he was gorgeous. One more to the Devil-like killer agenda.  “Shut up, Jimin, you just got here, you’re not entitled to details,” Yoongi said. Oh, so this was Jimin.  “I’m entitled to any information if I’m going to allow your stinky ass into my bunker.” He crossed his arms. You wondered why he was in the middle of the desert, but pushed that thought away as you noticed this conversation had gone too far.  “No one is entitled to shit as long as it regards my private parts!” You finally snapped and all five heads turned to you. “Now, shut the fuck up about it before I shoot you all in the foot.” You looked at each of them, including Jungkook, that had a dark look on his face then back to Jimin. He had an amused smile on his.  “I like her, Kook.” He said and walked towards you. “Jimin.” He said, extending his hand. You took it, the irritation in you fading away slightly.  “Nice to meet you.” You said. “Oh, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung all bet that you’d take some job, something about low pay.” He squinted, hand still shaking yours as he looked around at the men. The three mentioned looking at you with outrage.  ”What are my odds?" He asked, eyebrows rising in curiosity. “Two to one.” You said, and he finally let go of your hand.  “Thanks for the tip.” He winked at you, walking back a few steps and tapping his foot twice on the sand. Only it made a metallic sound. You furrowed your brows in confusion. A hatch was lifted, and the men started moving, Jungkook passed you, turning his head in your direction. “Come on.” Was all he said as he went down the stairs.  Red Hawk was a bunker. But not just any bunker, it was a large military bunker with several armed soldiers and high technology equipment.  “Jesus, is there a war I’m unaware of?” You questioned more to yourself, but Jimin looked back at you as he walked down the low lit hallway.  “There is always a war where there is money involved.” He said.  You didn’t say anything, you were well aware that money was the main cause of war. You tried your best; you convince your father not to be one of those presidents. “How long are you staying and what do you need?” Jimin asked and Jungkook looked around at the men that stared back at the group of strangers walking down the hallway.  “Twenty-four hours and we need a car and ammo, the bullets Taehyung’s connection gave us are rusty, pretty sure they’re from the fifties,” Jungkook spoke.  “Hey, don’t complain,” Taehyung said. “It’s a humble town and mine are marked.” “Whatever.” Jungkook clapped back. “Ok, I have four rooms, one for her and the other tree for the rest, Yoongi and Hobi can share,” Jimin said, turning at the end of the hallway, walking into another one.  “No, she doesn’t stay alone,” Jungkook said, and Jimin stopped walking, looking back at him.  “Just stay with her,” Jimin said, a smile tugged on his lips. “Not like you two aren’t familiar with each other, anyway.”  Jungkook rolled his eyes as he showed you all the rooms, Taehyung and Yoongi went into their own, talking about how they needed showers and rest.  You got into yours; it was a simple bed, a table and a chair and a bathroom, the bathroom had a tower, a shower on the wall that had nothing around, a toilet and a sink. Looking around, you stepped in; you left your bag on the bed, watching as Jungkook spoke to Jimin and Hoseok lingered by their side.  “Do you trust your men?” Jungkook questioned, and Jimin sighed.  “You know damn well that I don’t trust anyone other than the seven,” Jimin answered. You tried not to eavesdrop, but it seemed rather hard when the matter was your safety.  “Ok, we keep watch around the hours, she doesn’t stay alone for a second with anyone other than us,” Jungkook ordered and Hoseok nodded. Jimin looked back at you and you looked away.  “How much are they paying you?” He asked, brows furrowed. Jungkook looked at him, a weird look on his face.  “I owed Philip.” He said and Jimin raised an eyebrow.  “But this isn’t about Philip anymore, is it?” He questioned, arms crossing over his chest.  Hoseok was the one that shook his head, Jimin let out a surprised chuckle. Jungkook didn’t answer. He shuffled on his feet in discomfort.  “Well, that settles it for me, if she’s a priority to you, she’s a priority to me,” no questions asked, Jimin said and Jungkook sighed, shoulders relaxing.  “Thanks, Chim, I owe you one,” Jungkook said lower, hand resting on the man’s shoulder.  “I’ll go arrange the things for tomorrow, we should go shoot after at the ring, catch up.” He said and Jungkook nodded.  As Hoseok went to his room, and Jungkook entered yours you avoided looking at him.  Not only were you still embarrassed about what had happened the night before, but you were also irritated that he had talked about it with the boys while you were right there.  “Are you hungry?” He questioned, you didn’t answer him while you took your clothes out of the bag, shoving it out. “Thirsty?” Once again you didn’t answer. “Come on, Y/N, are you going to give me the silent treatment?” He leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of him. It seemed familiar. You finally looked at him, his strong arms crossed over his chest, his rough fingers just resting there. You gulped.  “Yes.” Was all you answered as you looked back at your things.  “Look, if I didn’t play along they wouldn’t drop it, it was better this way, trust me,” Jungkook said and you looked at him again, irritation written all over your face.  “I don’t care about being teased by grown men acting like teenagers, Jungkook, I care that they all know I allowed you to finger fuck me in a tent in the middle of the fucking desert like a horny teenager while there is a price on my head.” You spat at him.  Jungkook was quiet for a while. He took a few steps into the room, you side-eyed him as he got closer. When he stopped just a few inches from you, you couldn’t ignore just how hard it was to breathe. The warmth radiating from his body brought back just how good you had felt the night before. He lifted his hand, touching your chin and turning your face towards him. “You’re cute when you act like a prude...” He whispered, lips too close for your sanity. “But you look even better when you cum.”  You whimpered. Body betraying you, as it was now very well addicted to Jungkook. The noise seemed to please Jungkook, a smirk showing on his lips.  “Take a shower, little dove, you need to change your bandages.” His voice was still laced with the same velvet it was before. Hypnotizing. You swallowed, eyes low while your tongue darted out to wet your lips, you nodded. “Good girl.” He let go of your chin, stepping away while he walked towards the door and closed it. He turned around, walking back and sitting on the chair across from you. You turned to him, lower lip stuck between your teeth. If he was going to play games with you, you could easily play along. You tugged off your jacket, eyes trained on him, he looked at you dangerously before you gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, your bare breasts bouncing slightly, Jungkook inhaled, he had seen you bare before, but this time you wanted him to and he knew it. Pushing off your boots, you slowly pushed your camo pants down, allowing them to pool at your feet. You were now in your underwear and nothing else, only the bandages that wrapped around your thigh. Slowly, you stepped out of the pants and walked to him, his legs spread open as he leaned back in the chair. You stopped right between them, waiting.  Jungkook didn’t need to be told what to do as his hand snaked up your bare thigh and stopped at the base of the bandages, a shiver erupted through your body, slowly he started unwrapped you, agonizingly slow and you watched as your breath picked up, a heat going through your body. When he was done, he let the wraps drop to the floor, his hand resting on the side of your thigh. You stood there, still, eyes glossy and mind hazy as you had no control over how much you wanted him to touch you. Jungkook looked up at you, his eyes blown out as he saw your perked nipples. He rested both hands on each side of your legs, bringing them up slowly as he watched you. You bit down on your lower lip as a shiver went through your body, Hooking a finger on each side of your underwear he slowly pulled it down, noticing how the fabric stuck to your already damp folds, he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe his eyes as he helped you step out of them. He caressed your skin, his palms on your bare thighs as he memorized each curve. He pulled you in, making you straddle him as he sat you down on his lap, his lips hovering over yours and his eyes trained on them. He snuck a hand up, brushing the hair off your face.  “Do you need help in the shower, little dove?” His husky voice questioned, whispered. You nodded, and he nodded along, your hips starting to move on their own slightly.  “How could I ever say no to you,” He grazed his nose against yours, making you whine.  ”What is it, little dove, what do you want?" He cooed, hand caressing down our side, over your bare ass, going back down your thigh.  “K-kiss me, Jungkook.” You whispered, desperately.  Jungkook thought for a few seconds before he closed the gap between your lips.  His lips were warm, soft, molding to yours perfectly. Butterflies erupted in your stomach when you felt his tongue come out, you opened your mouth, allowing him to take control and deepen the kiss. It was hot all of a sudden, hotter than the desert. Kissing Jungkook was like fire, little explosions going on inside you simultaneously. The kiss got hungrier, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you in harder, breathy whimpers and low groans escaping the two of you, Suddenly he got up with you in his lap, walking into the bathroom without ever breaking the kiss. When the water hit your back you jolted in surprise, gasping into his mouth and he took the opportunity to bring his mouth down to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin gently while you two got soaked in water. Jungkook’s clothes stuck to his body as he pressed you against the wall of the open bathroom. Holding your legs, he pressing your body against the wall, his hips rolled into your core, you moaned at the feeling.  “It’s like you want them to hear.” He said, smirking against your neck, you bit your lower lip, trying to hold in your moans. “Is that what you want? Do you want them to hear how I make you feel?” You whined again, unable to answer. The friction from his wet clothes against your core was making you ache. Jungkook let go of one of your legs, snaking his hand in between your bodies, two fingers sliding between your folds.  “Fuck, you’re soaked and I barely touched you, little dove.” He whispered against your ear. A loud whimper escaping you as you felt his fingers where you needed him the most. Throwing your head back against the wall, Jungkook pulled back, looking at you. He slid both fingers inside of you slowly, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open, sinful whimpers leaving you. “You have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you yesterday.” He admitted, between labored breathing. “So tight, clenching around my fingers so hard, must feel amazing to have you wrapped around my cock.” He trusted his fingers hard into you and you arched against them. You wanted to, you wanted to feel him inside of you, god you were desperate to.  “Jungkook.” You whined, feeling his fingers going in and out of you torturously.  “What is it, baby? Talk to me, little dove.” He cooed again.  “Please fuck me.” You begged, the coil in your gut so close to snapping. Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice as he slowly took his fingers out of you. The emptiness made you whimper. He shoves his soaking pants down only slightly, pulling his hard, veiny cock out. You looked down, watching him pump a few times, mouth watering and walls clenching. He was big, girthy, and you were anxious to feel him inside of you. He teased, sliding his cock between your lips and back, his whole length rubbing against your clit. When you squirmed in his hold, he was done teasing.  Jungkook aligned his tip with your entrance, grabbing onto both your hands and holding them above your head, his forehead resting against yours. The water that dripped down his soaked hair made him look even more breathtaking. Slowly he breached your lips, tip entering you torturously slow. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you up until he bottomed out, the stretch a lot more hard to take than his fingers, a groan left him as he furrowed his brows in pleasure. He was still for a while, allowing you to adjust to him, his eyes barely open as he himself was drunk with lust. He started a slow pace, hands gripping your wrists tight against the wall, hips grinding upwards into you as he watched the look of pure pleasure on your face, his mouth slightly open, you clenched hard around him, a groan escaping him as he bucked into you hard, hips snapping. You moaned, high pitched at the feeling of him going so deep inside of you.  He picked up his pace, fucking you so deliciously you didn’t know how long you’d last, he couldn’t go too fast otherwise, he’d hurt you, but he was good at controlling his movements.  “You feel so fucking good, so fucking addicting.” He spoke between breathy groans. “It’s like this pussy was made just for me.” He added.  As you clenched hard at his words, Jungkook lost his cool, letting go of your hands and holding your body again, hips snapping up at an unforgiving pace. You were gone, the feeling of him going in and out of you, the stretch so good, feeling so full, you felt the first sign of your orgasm, whimper picking up.  Jungkook seemed to notice as you started to feel tighter around him. He ground into you again and again, hitting that sweet spot that made you finally snap. Squirming and shaking around him, your orgasm hit you hard, Jungkook held on to your body to try to keep you steady but the violent clenching around his length was too much for him, he stilled inside of you, his release spilling out and painting your walls as he came with a throaty groan, his lips crashing into yours to kiss you messily. As you both came down from your high, Jungkook pulled out and gently placed you on the floor, only then noticing the blood dripping down your leg.  “Fuck..” He cursed. “I’m sorry.” You chuckled, still hazy from your high, He pulled his soaked pants back up.  “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt.” You said in a small voice, Jungkook looked at you, a satisfied yet small smile on his lips, he leaned in, kissing you softly and taking your breath away. “Clean up, I’ll ask Jimin if he can get someone to look at it.” You nodded, drunk on his taste.  Jungkook gave you another kiss, hesitant to leave, but he did, clothes soaking wet as he made his way out of the bathroom.  You finished your shower, now and then blushing and biting your lip at the memory of what had just happened. You couldn’t deny the massive crush you had developed for him. Heart fluttering like a teenage girl at the thought. After you finished, you wrapped yourself in the towel and left the bathroom, blood still sliding down your leg, outside you were met with Hoseok, he had a teasing grin on his lips.  You tried to hide your blush, but he didn’t let that slide.  “Now you can’t deny that you two fucked.” He teased.  “Oh, bite me, Hoseok.” You rolled your eyes as you took your clothes and went back to the bathroom, hearing him laugh as you closed the door.  You tried your best to clean the blood, but it stubbornly dripped down your thigh, ruining the towel and your clothes. Eventually, you got out, the door to the room open as Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook spoke, Jungkook was wearing dry clothes now, black cargo pants ad boots and a black shirt that hugged his body perfectly. He looked so fucking hot. Jungkook looked at you as you approached. “Jimin and Hoseok are going to take you to the medical center they have here, make sure your wound is closed and healing, I have to take care of a few things it’ll take about half an hour and we can go have some food,” You were still blushing, cheeks slightly red as you nodded at him, he brought one hand up to put a lock of hair behind your ear, a soft smile on his lips.  “I’ll be back before you know it.” He said, and you smiled at him.  “Ok.” You said, and he walked away, leaving you, Hoseok, and Jimin in awkward silence.  “So, they fucked,” Jimin said, Hoseok nodded.  “Yep.” He let out.  “Shut up.” You spat at both of them.  Jimin and Hoseok lead you to the medical center, it was more like a small room with a medical stretcher and medical supplies. Inside was a woman.  “This is Ashe. She did four years of medical school before she joined the army, then joined us. She’s going to take a look at your wound, Hoseok will stay here with you, I have to go meet up with Jungkook.” You nodded at them and looked back at her.  “Hi,” You said shyly.  “Hey, you must be Raven.” She smiled back at you. You nodded. “Where is the wound?” She questioned. “Back of my left thigh, yeah, I think it opened, doesn’t stop bleeding.” You informed her, she nodded, walking back to a surgery table and putting on some gloves.  “Can you take off your pants and lie down on the stretcher, please?” She asked, and you looked at Hoseok. He rolled his eyes before he closed the door to give you some privacy.  As you shoved your pants down and let it hang on a chair, you got on the stretcher, turning on your side.  Ashe hissed when she saw the wound. “This looks painful.” She said, and you chuckled.  “I’m starting to get used to it.”  “How’d this happen?” She sounded curious as she prepared some cotton to clean the wound.  “I was shot.” Was all you answered.  “Yeah, I can tell, looks like you were running when it happened.” You hummed, not wanting to give away too much information, even if Ashe seemed nice. She started cleaning your wound. It still hurt like hell, but less now. You only hissed at the pain. Body cringing as you bit on your palm to try to make the pain bearable.  After what seemed like twenty minutes, she spoke.  “So, how is it you have the most dangerous men in charge of your security?” She asked, she was sowing your wound shut, eyes focused. You knew you shouldn’t talk about it, so you made something up.  “I’m paying them very well.” You said, and she scoffed, getting up.  It took you a few seconds to notice when she locked the door. The handle turning as outside, Hoseok also noticed.  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re being paid very fucking well.” Ashe’s voice changed significantly in intention.  “Raven!” Hoseok shouted outside.  “What are you doing?” You asked as you sat up, crawling back and trying to get a good distance between the two of you. She looked at the surgery tray, all types of sharp scalpels before she took one.  “Retiring.” She said before she began to close the distance between the two of you, you screamed Jungkook’s name, throwing at her anything you could find behind you. That only detoured her for a few seconds, as you could hear Hoseok trying to bring the door down. As she launched herself forward on top of you, you rolled to the side, dropping to the floor and kicking the stretcher on her. She stumbled back but quickly jumped over it. You crawled back until you had your back against the wall. She walked in your direction, calmed, as now she could get to you with no trouble. As she stopped in front of you, she crouched down. This was it, you were going to die.  First, three shots were heard. She turned her face towards the door as it swung open, turning to you and stabbing the scalpel on your shoulder. You screamed in pain and next, one last shot, the blood splattering all around you and on you; you opened your eyes to see her head half-open, eyes void of any life as she lolled to the side and fell. Your hand came shakily up to your face and to where the scalpel was stabbed into your skin, there were silent tears rolling down your eyes as you shook violently, there was blood all over, yours, hers. And your view was blurry. You looked up; you saw all five of them, and the one with the gun still pointed at where the woman used to be, Jungkook. Suddenly, you felt weak, so, so weak and tired. Your eyes fluttered.  “Jungko...” You didn’t finish before you were losing consciousness, and everything was dark.  You remember regaining consciousness a few times; the men shouting at each other, Yoongi holding a towel over your wound. Then another memory, you in Jungkook’s arms as they rushed you through the hallways, you looked up at him; him looking down at you, something so desperate in his eyes that it gave you sorrow. The other memory gave you Deja Vu, the sound of a helicopter, you looking out the window and seeing the sky, the sun setting on the horizon, you could hear Jungkook’s voice but couldn’t find him, you made out the words “You have to live.” Then it was all black again.

For the prompt game can you do number 2 based on the RU universe pls? 🥺

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Raven Unit Drabble.Masterlist.Raven Unit.

Word Count: 788Warnings: Mentions of smut, mentions of graphic violence.The smoke from Jungkook’s gun lifted as soon as he took the shot, the woman’s body now lifeless and slowly falling down. When she did, he saw you, all he could see was red, you covered in red, the object sticking out from your shoulder and your attackers remains all over you. You looked up at him, eyes fluttering before you opened your mouth so speak. He could barely make out his name before you were out cold. “Raven!” He closed the gap between you both, hand coming to slap your cheek.”No, no, no… Come on, wake up, wake up.” He slapped again before he was checking for your pulse, it was weak, so very weak. “Fuck!” He cursed. Grabbing whatever piece of fabric he could find to stop the bleeding. The other four remained in shock as they watched. “Is she…” Jimin started, but Jungkook looked back at them, desperation in his eyes. “Call Seamore, we need assistance, now!” He spoke sternly. “Yoongi, try to control the bleeding,” Jungkook said and Yoongi was on it, crouching down next to your body and holding the fabric. Jungkook got up, hands stained with blood. Jimin was already on the phone, doing as he was told. Jungkook looked at Hoseok, he was still wide-eyed, looking at you while Yoongi tried his best to control your bleeding. ‘What the fuck happened?” Jungkook asked in a low dangerous voice. Hoseok looked from you to Jungkook, mouth hanging open as he tried to find the words to speak. ‘She… She wanted some privacy, so… I… So I let her close the d-door… I didn’t, I didn’t know t-tha-” He tried to explain the situation still clearly in shock from what had happened. How could he let this happen?Jungkook only reacted, his bloody fist meeting the face of his long-time friend, the sound was audible for everyone, Yoongi looked back, eyes wide as he watched the whole thing go down. Hoseok stumbled back with the impact, his hand coming up to where he had been hit. Jungkook launched forward into the man. “Jungkook! What the fuck!” Taehyung yelled as he tried to stand between the two with no luck, Jungkook was a possessed man. “You motherfucker! I fucking told you she doesn’t stay alone with anyone but us! Fucking anyone!” Jungkook’s fist met him again, Hoseok didn’t even try to fight back as Taehyung tried his best to restrain him. “She’s going to fuckin die! She’s going to fucking die because of you!” Jungkook was yelling and throwing fists at the boy, Jimin finally interveined, helping Taehyung and holding him back. “Jungkook, get a fuking grip we have to move!” Jimin yelled at him, the boy finally stopped fighting against the two, eyes still trained on the man in front of him, he could see the damage he had done, his lip cut and his eye swollen. His breathing was erratic, but he ignored everyone and walked toward you pushing Yoongi away and wrapping the fabric around your neck and shoulder as best as he could. Wrapping his arms under your body, he lifted you up, looking at the four other men standing. “Fucking move!” He screamed and Jimin was leading the way. They made their way as fast as they could to where Seamore had sent the helicopter. He would feel how limp you felt in his arms, his heart beating desperately in his chest. He looked down t you, your eyes fluttering open. “Raven, little dove… Stay awake, please…” He was desperate. “You have to live.” He whispered.He knew that if you didn’t get medical assistance soon, you’d die. You were losing so much blood. As they made their way through the hallways and up into the desert, the loud sound of the helicopter was deafening to his ears. They all made their way into it, Jungkook holding you close in his arms. As they took off it was silent. Jungkook pressing the towel onto your wound in an effort to control the bleeding, but it seemed worthless, the attacker had stabbed probably stabbed an artery. “Fuck…” He cursed as he tried his best, his hands shaking.  “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit. Fuck!” He fumbled with the fabric. Hoseok leaned in, trying to help. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” Jungkook yelled and the boy curled into himself. Yoongi swallowed, looking at Hoseok before he was leaning in and forcefully helping Junkook. The boy finally let go of the fabric, allowing Yoongi to help. You couldn’t die. He couldn’t let you die. But you looked already so lifeless on his lap, eyes shut, skin pale, lips chapped and covered in blood.This was his fault. You were going to die because of him. I hope you liked it. :( Thank you for letting me play the drabble game with you :3

raven unit III (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter three: seamore. ✎  [10k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, slight bdsm, fluff (?), gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter four. chapter five. .raven unit:  drabble #01  drabble #02

Your body ached all over, your mouth was dryer than it had ever been before. You tried to open your eyes, but it felt like they were sow shut. Coughing, your body ached, and you groaned. You heard movement beside you, something wet and cold touching your lips right after. It was water. You drank with difficulty, trying to lift your head and dropping it back down. You finally were able to open your eyes. The room was dark. You were in a bed, an IV attached to your arm where you were being given blood and fluids.  “How are you feeling?” You heard a familiar voice. Your eyes traveling until it met its owner. Jungkook.  You hummed, unable to speak. He looked tired, dark circled under his eyes, as he put the cup back down beside you.  “W-where a-are we?” You asked, voice coming out hoarse and low. It was as if you haven’t spoken in weeks.  “Seamore.” Was all he answered, coldly.  “You lost a lot of blood, Jungkook asked Jin to get you a medical team, they operated you at gunpoint, probably not their best day at work.” A second voice joined, your eyes shifted to him, it was Yoongi. He also looked tired, but better.  You tried to sit up, Jungkook helping as you felt your body ache violently.  “You were out for a week.” This time it was Hoseok, he was also there. You felt your heart race, you were unconscious for a whole week, Jungkook gave him an angry side look, you noticed.  “We’re staying here until you recover, Jins evacuated the place, it’s only us,” Jungkook said. You looked around, noticing there were three more people int the room. You spotted Jimin, then Taehyung, and a new face. A tall man, the most symmetric and beautiful features you had ever seen, dark hair and arms crossed over his chest. You swallowed.  “Can I speak to Jungkook alone please?” You asked the men and Jungkook looked at them, slowly, each one left. Last was Hoseok, a guilty look on his face. Jungkook looked back at you.  “It wasn’t his fault.” You said and Jungkook looked away, irritated. “I asked him to close the door, I thought I was safe.” You said, and Jungkook looked back at you.  “You thought wrong.” He spat at you, and you were quiet, looking down at your hands.  “I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice, feeling your throat constrict.  Jungkook sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.  “Fuck, I thought you were going to die.” He let out in a breath, voice strained. “I thought you were going to bleed to death in my arms, and... And when we got here, you were already hanging by a thread, I saw your heart stop.” He looked back up at you, desperation in his eyes. It stung deep inside of you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in it. “I’m sorry.” You said again on the edge of crying. Slowly, Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, nose digging into your hair, he inhaled, relaxing in your hold. It was a rush of feelings all of a sudden. Being in his arms, not wanting to let go. You didn’t know if you had projected the turmoil of feeling onto Jungkook since he was the safe figure in your life, but you didn’t care, you just needed to reassure him. Pulling back, you looked up at him.  “It’s over, I’m ok now.” You said, and he nodded. “Please don’t be mad at Hoseok.”  Jungkook sighed again, hands coming and rubbing up and down your arms.  “I’ll try my best,” He said before pulling away and opening a drawer next to your bed. He blinked heavily a few times as he took medical supplies out of it.  “Jungkook, when was the last time you slept?” You asked him and he didn’t answer. “You have to rest.” You laid back down.  “You sound like Yoongi,” He spoke, voice tired.  ” Well, maybe Yoongi has a point." You looked at him. “I’m ok, Jungkook, I’m alive, you can rest now.” You said, and he turned to you.  “I have to change your bandages.” He ignored you.  “I can do it for you.” You heard an unfamiliar voice, looking past Jungkook, at the door. The man with the dark hair and broad shoulders looked at the two of you.  “Jin, it’s ok, I can do it.” Jungkook argued.  “No, you can go take a shower and get some sleep, she’s not going anywhere.” Jin approached the two of you. “Beside’s, I want to meet my guest.” He said as he stopped by the edge of the bed. Jungkook looked at you and you nodded. Sighing in defeat, he put the medical supplies down on the bed.  “Fine. If you need anything ask Jin, don’t hesitate in asking them to wake me up.” You nodded again, and he hesitated before finally turning and leaving. As he made his way out of the room, your eyes followed him, stopping at the man at the edge of your bed.  He took a few steps in your direction, eyeing you curiously. He was silent as he took the supplies and started prepping them.  “You’ve caused quite a hurricane of emotions on everyone,” Jin spoke.  You eyed him, pursing your lips.  “It wasn’t my intention.” You said.  He motioned for you to take off your shirt; you hesitated.  “Oh, dear, there is nothing there I haven’t seen this week.” He cocked an eyebrow. You sighed. You uncomfortably shifted, lifting your shirt with one hand, and he helped you hook your shirt over your injured arm. You covered your breasts with your free hand as he undid your bandages.  “I assume you and Jungkook are involved.” He said. “He wouldn’t worry this much for anyone, and I’ve known him for a long time.”  “It’s confusing.” You answered as Jin finally finished taking out your bandages.  “How so?” He asked, taking the cotton and soaking it in antiseptic.  “I don’t know how I can feel attached to him the way I feel without barely knowing him.” You admitted and Jin hummed, dabbing the cotton lightly on your closed wound. It stung a little, but nothing you couldn’t handle.  “How long have you two known each other?” He asked, throwing the used cotton away and taking another one, repeating the process.  “I think two weeks now.” You swallowed.  Jin was silent as he went on. You had known Jungkook for five days in total, twelve if you count the days you were out.  “Are you in love with him?” He asked bluntly, and you looked at him.  You couldn’t say no, but you also couldn’t say yes, all you knew is that you felt something, but even that didn’t make sense.  “I don’t think I am, but I know I feel something, it just feels too soon to feel anything at all, it feels like I’m cheating because I see Jungkook as this... Protective figure.” You looked down at your fingers. Jin started placing the gauze over your wound. He was gentle, as if he had done this several times before.  “But you’re not just seeing him as a protective figure, he is one. It’s his job.” Jin said, and you were left speechless. “And what about love at first sight, you don’t  believe in those things?” He asked.  You chuckled.  “It wasn’t loved at first sight.” You told him shaking your head and remembering the dark eyes that had woken you up two weeks ago. “Ok, fine, maybe love at fifth sight, it doesn’t really matter, what matters is...” He started wrapping the bandage around your shoulder. “You feel something, too soon or not, you do, and there isn’t anything you can do about what you feel, but what are you going to do about the two of you?” He asked, finishing up the process and setting tape over the bandage.  “What do you mean?” You questioned. He finally looked at you, sitting down at the edge of the bed and helping you put your shirt back on.  “What I mean is... What happens after this is over?” He rested his hand on his thigh. “Do you have any intention of leaving this all behind and not looking back? Or do you think you’ll want something with him?” He seemed calmed. You thought about it. If this all ended, could you go on with your life without Jungkook in it? Or would you find a way to keep him? Just the thought of not having Jungkook around made you feel sick and your face twisted. You looked back at Jin. A soft smile tugged on his lips.  “That’s a good enough answer for me.” He said, pulling your covers off of your legs.  “They had a pretty bad fight,” Jin told you as he walked around the bed, to the other side, where your leg wound was. You could only imagine what ‘a pretty bad fight’ meant for Hoseok and Jungkook.  “It wasn’t his fault.” You said as you turned on your side, you were only in your underwear. Fresh ones.  “But it was,” Jin said, and you furrowed your brows. “He had instructions to not leave you alone with anyone but one of them and he did so, right?”  “Yeah, but I made him close the door.” You argued.  “And you weren’t the one in charge, dear.” Jin raised both eyebrows. He started unwrapping your leg. “As much as I appreciate your concern for Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s relationship, if this were any other situation, you’d be dead, you almost did die.” He put the bandages aside. “In war, you don’t forget orders, dear.” Jin looked back at you. You had no argument for that, you sat silently while he cleaned your wound, it no longer hurt and you looked back at him, he understood your confusion.  “After they operated on your shoulder, the doctor noticed your other wound, took care of it, took out the bullet, closed it properly, it’s healing faster.” You nodded in understanding. “You wanna see it?” He quirked an eyebrow with a glint of excitement in his eyes.  “The bullet? You kept it?” You asked, and Jin finished wrapping you up before walking beside you again and opening the drawer. He took it out, a silver bullet. He looked at it, amusement filling his eyes. “9-millimeter ammo...” He said. “It’s the most common around the world, the same one I have in my gun.” Gently, he placed it in your palm. It was cold. You looked at it, it felt like a useless object, but it was inside of you once.  “That little thing has killed more people than cancer, yet the largest cause of death in the world is heart disease.” He shook his head. “What are the odds?” He looked back at you. You were quiet for a while as you looked at the bullet,  sighing. You were mentally and emotionally tired of being hunted down; you needed a break. Looking around the room, you finally realized you were at Seamore, a place you didn’t know other than this room.  “Where am I?” You asked.  Jin sat down on the edge of the bed again.  “Seamore. My home. My work.” He started. “It’s similar to Red Hawk, only we’re underneath a city.” You looked up at the ceiling. Jin chuckled. “We’re right at the border. If things had gone according to plan, you’d already be in Safehouse.” He stated. You nodded, thinking about what Jungkook had said. It was only the seven of you. “You sent your men away.”  Jin hummed.  “When Jungkook asked Jimin to call, he said he didn’t want anyone but us here, so I sent my men away before sending the helicopter.” He informed. “You all seem very close.” You played with the bullet in your hand.  Jin tilted his head, taking a deep breath.  “We all served together, yes, but we have history.” He started. “When I met Jungkook, I was his first commander, he had just joined the police force back in Soul.” You looked up at him, intrigued. You wanted to know more about Jungkook. “He was full of life back then, wanted to be a man of law and integrity, then right after, I convinced him, Jimin and Taehyung to join another force task, first it was as a Federal Agent, then, it suddenly wasn’t enough, he wanted more...” Jin looked down at the sheets. “So we joined the military, met Yoongi and Hoseok, we all trained together, two years, the six of us.” He had a nostalgic smile on his face. “Soon after we were joining White Tiger, that’s where we met Namjoon.” He said. You lifted your eyebrows, that was a name you vaguely remembered. “We served four years as White Tiger before we were being sent out to the war, the seven of us, we were inseparable. Soon, Jungkook was our commander, he was... He was fierce. He still is fierce. But this world is fucked up...” Jin looked back at you with melancholy. “Greedy people and money, we were framed, Jungkook tried taking the blame, Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t let him, so they all did time together, two years.”  You were shocked, you couldn’t imagine Jungkook in jail, especially for something he hadn’t done. “Eventually Philip came along, made a deal with the devil and they were pardoned.” He finished.  “Philip helped them?” You asked.  “Not without a price.” He mused.  “They trust Philip, though.” You argued.  Jin was silent for a few minutes, and the silence was enough to make you think Jin had a different opinion.  “You don’t.” You looked back down at the bullet in your hand.  “Ah, well, I don’t trust anyone but the seven of us. Besides, a man with that influence can only have one objective in mind.” He slowly got up. “And what is that?” You questioned, laying back down.  “Money.” He finished, eyes focused on yours.  You took a deep breath, holding the bullet firm in your palm.  “Get some rest, tomorrow I’ll give you a tour around the place.” He smiled at you before turning on his heels.  And he was out of the room. You sighed, thinking of everything Jin had said. He was a calm man, but smart, you could tell. You had met many men that were like Jin and knew that he was smarter than he seemed. Soon, you closed your eyes, trying to get some more rest.  You woke up to someone coming to check on you, eyes blinking as you looked up.  “Hobi.” You whispered, he looked down at you, a guilty smile on his cut lips. You would see the bruise around his left eye.   “Hey... You should sleep some more, I just came to check on you.” He stated, looking back up at your IV.  “I’m sorry.” You said, and he stopped moving, pursing his lips and looking back at you.  “What are you even sorry for?” He asked.  You gulped.  “None of this would have happened if I hadn’t asked for privacy.” Hoseok nodded, sitting back on the bed and looking down at his hand.  “Even if I understand why you’re apologizing, you still have nothing to be sorry for, my job is to protect you and assess any possible danger, I made a bad call when I allowed you to be alone with that woman, too hung up on the fact we were at Red Hawk, a place I deemed safe.” He started, and you sighed, silence taking over for a while. “It’s not the first time Jungkook and I throw fists at each other, you know?” He looked at you, a nostalgic smile on his face. You smiled back at him.  “He’ll get over it, I’m sure.” He said getting up and taking your hand. “Thank you for having my back... I’m really sorry.” He said with sincerity in his words. You nodded and watched as he walked out of the room.  Seamore was like an underground bunker, only it was as large as a mall. White tile covered walls with led white lights and metal bars all over the place. You walked slowly as you dragged your IV with you, looking around the open space. Jin walked beside you in silence.  “How did you even build his?” You asked after a while. Jin chuckled, and you looked at him.  “I didn’t... It was already here when I bought it, it used to be an underground military base for the Russians back in the ‘70s, I only renovated it.” He said, both hands resting behind his back as he followed your pace.  “I want to ask how you all even have the money for this, but I’m afraid to.” You said, chuckling. There was no point in asking, really. You knew that whatever means they went through to get money, probably wasn’t legal.  “I’m sure you wouldn’t be pleased with that information.” He quirked a brow, and you smiled at him. “Here, let me show you my favorite place around here.” He leads the way. You followed, curious.  When you walked through the metal door there laid a fully equipped industrial kitchen. A cooking island in the middle and even a freezer. “Cooking is my form of therapy, I enjoy learning new recipes.” He said as he leaned both hands against the metal table in the middle.  “I can’t even remember the last time I cooked, probably back home, with my mother.” You said as you made your way around, looking at all the cooking utensils and such.  “Ah, yes, home.” He leaned back on the sink and looked at you, waiting.  You looked back at him, understanding he wanted you to talk about it. You sighed.  “It was a normal home, as normal as it could be for the president’s daughter. My mother helped me with my homework, my father and I would go to baseball games occasionally. Sometimes it all rushed back that he was in charge of a whole country. I had to hear republicans talk about him as if he were the worst person ever.” You said, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. Jin quirked an eyebrow, curious. “But that also brought Thomas into my life, he was with me all day every day, I saw him as this uncle figure, you know?” You smiled and Jin sighed. You didn’t even notice your eyes watering. “He’s dead now... He died on our way to camp.” You wiped the tears that started flowing down.  “And how many more people died?” Jin asked. You looked up at him, the question taking you by surprise.  “I-I I’m not s-sure. I know that  the men at the house died trying to protect me, then the people at camp died, I was, I was in the helicopter when they struck, I never even saw anyone’s face.” You were looking at the cemented floor as you remembered all the people that had died because of you, your hand coming up to your lips to silence your crying.  Jin was silent as he took in your reaction. He tilted his head to the side. “You think this is your fault.” It wasn’t a question.  You didn’t say anything, just cried in silence.  “Y/N, do you understand that those people didn’t die because of you?” He asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head in denial.  “They died trying to protect m-me.” You said.  “Yes, they did. But they didn’t die because they were protecting you, that was their everyday job, they died because someone gave the order.” Jin pulled away from the sink and slowly walked your way. He put his hands in his pockets. “People only die when someone wants them killed, and unless you gave the order, you’re not at fault.” He said, and you swallowed, pursing your lips.  “Jin, I think that’s enough shrink playing for the day.” Your head shot in the direction of the door where you were met with the familiar white hair.  “Ah, Yoongi, glad of you to join us.” Jin smiled, “I was about to make breakfast.” He finished with a small smile on his lips.  Yoongi ignored the man and walked to the black coffee machine, taking two mugs from beneath the sink and serving. You dried your face with the back of your hand. Yoongi walked to you and handed you one of the mugs.  “Come on, let’s go see the boys.” He said, and you nodded, looking at Jin that was now folding his sleeves up his arm.  You walked with Yoongi in silence before he broke it.  “I think we should train you when you’re healed.” He said, and you looked at him in a silent question. He eyed you.  There was this dark aura about Yoongi that you didn’t notice for the first few days. He was more serious than the other man, almost as serious as Jungkook.  “We don’t know when another situation like that can happen so, it’s better to teach you the basics of self-defense, maybe teach you how to shoot.” He brought the mug up to his lips, taking a sip.  You watched closely as you saw his jaw move. It wasn’t a secret to you that all men in the unit were undoubtedly attractive, but other than Jungkook, Yoongi had a small effect on you. “How does Jungkook feel about this?” You asked, turning the corner as you made your way to wherever the boys were.  “He accepted, we can start basic training the day after tomorrow, wouldn’t want any of your wounds opening.” He turned his face and smirked, probably teasing you about the moments before you were attacked. You rolled your eyes. There was always a boyish way to them, it was refreshing.  As you finally reached the room where the boys were gathered, you noticed it looked more like a lounge. Taehyung was the first to see you, a wide smile spreading across his face as he got up and met you halfway.  “How are you feeling, birdie?” He ruffled your hair, making you chuckle.  “A little sore, but I’m ok.” You smiled back at him, eyes looking at Jimin.  “Glad you’re ok, Raven.” He smiled briefly and nodded. Smiling back you made your way to the couches they were seated at, noticing Hobi looking at you quietly.  “Hey Hobi...” You smiled at him. “Mind if I sit next to you?” He lifted his eyebrows and shook his head and you took a seat, the rest of them settling down and you noticed Jungkook wasn’t there, looking around.  “He said he had some things to take care of because of the delay.” Yoongi noticed your silent question and answered while he sat down on the couch opposite to you. “He left before the sun came up, he’ll be here soon.” You pursed your lips and nodded.  “So, you’re going to become part of the Unit I heard.” It was Jimin who started the small talk.  You chuckled.  “I don’t think Jungkook is going to find it easy to teach me how to be violent.” You laughed.  “Who said anything about Jungkook?” Yoongi questioned and you looked at him. “Jungkook sucks at teaching, me on the other hand...” He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning in. “I’m the Master.” He smirked and the boys all started laughing, making fun of him, even Hoseok. “Yeah, if you call slapping the shit out of newbies when they get on your nerves,” Hoseok commented.  “Or making them stand naked in the rain for five hours.” A voice came from the door and Jin was coming is with a cart of food. Everyone laughed, and you were curious, wanting to know more.  “Shut up, I was just teaching them that life won’t be kind to them when they fuck up.” Jin hummed, sitting down next to Yoongi and setting the plated on the coffee table in front of the couches.  “Something life isn’t kind even when you don’t fuck up,” Jin said, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, well, those fuckers wouldn’t last a day in Jail.” He retorted, starting to pile up an empty plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and bread.  You pursed your lips yet again, this time wanting to know more about their time in jail.  “How long did you guys do time?” You asked, not making eye contact, and the room went silent. They exchanged knowing glanced before deciding on answering.  “Enough to not ever want to go back.” It was Hoseok that answered, you hummed.  “Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Yoongi said with humor in his voice.  Hoseok scoffed, leaning in and also filling his plate.  “Speak for yourself, I hated that place, wasn’t meant for me.” He shook his head. “You, on the other hand, fit right in.” The surrounding boys all laughed and started eating the food Jin had prepared.  “How about Jungkook?” You asked taking a grape and popping it into your mouth. You looked at Yoongi and he quirked an eyebrow. Looking at Jin, he nodded.  ‘Well... Although Hoseok here thinks I fit in with criminals, Jungkook on the other hand." He paused. “Let’s just say he can be intimidating.” He looked up at you.  “You’re all intimidating in my opinion.” You said.  “Wait, even me?” Hobi looked surprised, pointing at his own chest.  You nodded, and the boy’s laughed.  “But, I have to admit... Jungkook is... He has a darkness inside of him like there is a part no one can reach, like a part of him he shows to no one, not even to you guys.” You only noticed what you had said after you finished, looking up to see all eyes on you.  “Guess she really is becoming one of us, she notices it too.” It was Jimin’s turn to talk, chucking bitterly as he did so. You chewed on another grape, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation.  “Was... Was everyone afraid of him in jail?” You wanted to change the subject.  “Afraid is an understatement. Some people wanted him to become some sort of leader in there,” Hoseok said.  “Honestly, I think he was a great leader. Too bad he went to isolation for two weeks after he battled.” Yoongi shrugged.  “Hm?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding.  “Isolation, man, jail sucks, but being isolated from society for two whole weeks? Drives a dude mad, I still remember the look in his eyes when he came out.” Hoseok set his plate back down, shaking his head.  “But why did he have to go to isolation in the first place?” You asked.  “Well, even if he didn’t want to become a leader, the one in place heard that some inmates wanted to choose a new one and decided to challenge Jungkook, like, a fight of sorts.” Yoongi started. “Son of a bitch said there was going to be a fight in the court after lunch. Even the officers were in on it, can’t say authority liked us, but they didn’t tell us that the dude had a weapon.” Your eyes bulged. “We knew that there was no way of getting out of it, so he decided to fight, pretty confident in his body to body engage, middle of the fight, he gets stabbed in the torso.” Both hands come up to your mouth in shock.  “H-how... Did he lose?” You questioned, and Yoongi shook his head. “Then how d-did he win?” Yoongi opened his mouth to answer but was cut off.  “I continued fighting with the thing sticking out of me...” All eyes shot to the owner of the voice, standing in the entrance, hands crossed over his chest. He was in all black, like the last time you had seen him at Red Hawk. Taking a step forward, he continued. “Managed to bring him down, straddled him, using my knee on his chest to make sure he stayed down, took the improvised knife out of me and stabbed him in the throat, the officers were only able to immobilize me when I knew he was dead.” He finished, standing now at the end of the couch, eyes roaming through the people in the room.  “Way to be explicit at breakfast, Jungkook.” Jimin rolled his eyes, putting his plate down, not feeling his appetite. “Pussy.” He teased, and the tense atmosphere that had settled at his arrival dissipated.  “How’d it go?” Yoongi asked, resuming his eating. You avoided looking at Jungkook, unable to hide the heat in your cheeks at all the conversations you had had about him and the very live memory of you both in the shower.  “We’re good, spoke to Namjoon and he said we have an opening in two weeks, we can start with her training in the meantime, won’t get us too far, but at least somewhere.” He spoke and Yoongi nodded. “How are you feeling?” He looked at you.  “G-good, yeah...” You stuttered. “Jin took me for a walk.” You smiled weakly, and he hummed. Something was off, Jungkook was being all too dry all of a sudden.  “Ok, good, you should get some rest, we’re starting training tomorrow despite your wounds, we don’t have much time.” He put his hands in his pockets, the boys suddenly quiet.  “Ok.” Was all you answered, a little disappointed.  “The rest of you, back to work, procrastinating time is over.” He said a little more stern, and the boys started to move. You watched as even Jin was gathering the things and slowly they all exited the room quietly, you and Jungkook being the last ones there. You looked up at him, his eyes trained on your small figure, the IV still by your side.  “Was that necessary?” You asked him and sighed.  “What do you mean?” He questioned, no change in his demeanor.  You turned your body in his direction.  “We were having a conversation and eating breakfast, you could have waited a little longer.” You said, and Jungkook shifted in his spot.  “Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt your brunch time, Miss President?” He said, sarcastically.  ”Whoa, what was that for?" You furrowed your brows.  “In case you forgot, we’re in the middle of a manhunt, the ‘man’ being you, unless you want to live we can’t forget what we are here for.” He argued.  “Yeah, Jungkook, I get it, but I could use a little normal every once in a while.” You argued back.  “Normal? Did you completely forget you were almost killed?” He raised his voice.  “No, I didn’t, but I wasn’t killed Jungkook, I’m still alive, I’m right here.” You raised yours.  “I saw you die!” He yelled. You went quiet.  Yes, Jin had told you that your heart had stopped, he saved the details.  “You were dead, gone, flatlined.” He went on. You looked down. “I saw you white, lifeless and drenched in your own blood before they brought you back.” He was short of breath. You swallowed, looking up at him again.  “How many times am I going to have to apologize? I told you I was sorry, I made a mistake and I’m sorry I put you through that.” Your voice was softer than you intended and his shoulders relaxed.  “I just...” He started but shook his head.  “You what Jungkook?” You stood, taking two steps towards him.  “Nothing, I need us to focus on this mission and make sure nothing like that happens again, our priority is to keep you alive.” He looked away, and you stretched your arm, resting your hand on top of his, he stilled.  “Ok.” You answered him, reassuring him that you were going to do your best, he looked up at you, the space between you both closing with each second.  “I need to go check on the... The weapons we have for training.” He cleared his throat and took a step back, turning his back to you and leaving you alone in the silent room.  Something had certainly changed between you and Jungkook, and the following week had only proven that.  There had been no more intimate interactions if anything, Jungkook had been avoiding you at all costs, not staying alone with you more than necessary, instead assigning Jimin to be the one to watch over you when you weren’t training body to body combat with Yoongi or with anyone else. You had grown closer to the others, waking up early in the morning and always cooking breakfast with Jin, you all made it a habit to eat together in the lounge, Jungkook would join but stay quiet, not partaking in the conversation and although it bothered you, you didn’t want to push him.  Your wounds were healing perfectly, and Hoseok was the one helping you with physical therapy every afternoon before and after training. You found yourself very fond of him, noticing just how warm-hearted and kind Hoseok was.  The evenings were Taehyung’s shifts, where he always had a bottle of something hidden under his jacket and you two would talk about mundane things while you shared a drink before Jimin came to get you back to your room, where he usually stayed until you fell asleep.  You knew Jungkook took over after that; you had woken up one night and noticed him sitting on the chair next to your bed looking into that black little notebook he always had with him, you just shut your eyes and went back to sleep, wanting to say so much but being too tired to do so.  Today was the first day you’d be spending alone time with Jungkook.  Now that your shoulder wound was practically healed you were going to have your first shooting lesson and Jungkook was the best shooter.  Making your way to meet with Yoongi, you stopped at the door and thanked Hoseok for walking with you and you stepped into the small training room where you stopped in your spot, noticing that Yoongi wasn’t alone. Both heads turned your way.  God, why did they have to be so attractive and lethal at the same time?  “Jungkook... What are you doing here?” You asked, clearing your throat and starting to walk yet again.  “Just wanted to watch and see how you improved, if your shoulder is hanging on to, and how we can start with the shooting today.” You eyed Yoongi, that teasing smirk on his lips that you kinda hated but loved was there. “Go ahead.” He walked towards one of the chairs and sat down. “Hey there, princess.” He teased you.  Princess had become a pet name you hated, Yoongi only used it when he wanted to get on your nerves.  “Don’t start, you ass.” You rolled your eyes and started to tie your hair.  “Or what?” He eyed Jungkook from his peripheral vision. “Gonna ask your boyfriend to kick my ass?” He whispered so only you could hear. You clenched your jaw.  “Might just do it myself.” You retorted.  That was Yoongi’s cue, and he came forward, both hands headed for your throat before he could even reach it you did exactly what you were taught, both hands coming from the side and slamming down onto his arms before you turned and faked him in the throat.  “Good!” Yoongi praised. “That was a lot better.” After what seemed like ten minutes of you both going through routines, Jungkook stood up.  “Are you two both done warming up?” He asked in a stern voice.  You looked at him, brows furrows and chest heaving up and down.  “W-What do you mean?” You asked, and Yoongi crossed his arms.  “All I saw was you showing her exactly what you were going to do and giving her time to remember her moves.” He sounded irritated. “You went slow and we know that if this were real situations she probably wouldn’t de doing so well.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Yoongi beat you to it.  “Jungkook, she’s a civilian, she doesn’t know hand to hand combat, and she had a week of training, I think she’s doing pretty good.” He argued.  “I want to see how she’d handle it without you being so gentle.” He crossed his arms, demanding. “Jungkook, I don’t think-“ Yoongi started, but you interrupted. “No, he’s right... People out there won’t be gentle, they’ll be trying to kill me.” You looked at Yoongi and you saw dread on his face, he didn’t want to hurt you.  “Jungkook should do it.” You said, looking at the man.  Jungkook uncrossed his arm, eyes slightly bulged.  “I trust that he’ll know when to stop.” He pursed his lips, jaw clenching, and sighed, rolling up his shirt.  “Fine.” He said, getting in front of you, you turned to face him.  “Ok, should we at least set a safe-“ He didn’t let you finish, launching his body forward and soon his hand was around your neck, pushing your body to the ground, harshly, your head hitting the floor. You saw Yoongi take a step forward, but he stopped himself.  “And you’re dead,” Jungkook said, hand still wrapped around your throat, but loose. “This is what I was talking about, if keep going ea-“ You hit his hand with your elbow, making him lose his balance and fall forward, quickly, you rolled on the floor, straddling him and putting your hand around his throat, but never pressing.  Jungkook took a few seconds to react, chest rising and falling as he looked at you.  All of a sudden you were too aware of the position and the way his eyes went dark didn’t help. His hand slowly came up and gripped at your writs, pressing as his thumb gently rubbed up and down. You wanted to give in; you wanted to submit and to show just how something as stupid as this was enough to have you keen to him, but you were mad at him. No, you were absolutely pissed at him for avoiding you for a whole week, regardless of his fears, just ignoring the fact that both of you were intimate a week ago and acting as nothing happened.  Your features softened when you heard Yoongi shuffle uncomfortably in the room. You got up quickly, patting your clothes and looking at Yoongi and back at Jungkook who remained on the floor.  “Maybe Yoongi should try.” You suggested and the white-haired boy’s eyes went wide-eyed, looking at Jungkook on the floor and even if you didn’t see the man’s reaction Yoongi quickly shook his head.  “I uh, I think you two should just go on without me, we only have twenty minutes left anyway, so, go on.” He put both hands in his pocket and slowly made his way out of the room.  You stood there sighing before you suddenly heard Jungkook behind you. “Listen, Jungkook...” You turned around and stopped talking when you noticed just how close he was. He quirked an eyebrow.  “Yes?” He asked. You swallowed, taking a small step back.  “Look...” You tried to think of better ways to say what you wanted to say without sounding like an infatuated teenager. “If... If you want to ignore what happened between us that is completely ok by me, but, it would have been nice to have a heads up before I’m being ignored by the guy that fucked me a week ago.” You looked at him, breathing in.  Bringing his lower lip into his mouth, Jungkook broke eye contact, chuckling bitterly.  “I’m sorry if I’m focused on keeping you alive rather than have sit-downs to talk about us.” You felt a sting in your chest, silence filling the room for a while before you looked down and spoke. “Is that what this is, then? It’s just a mission and you’re conveniently attracted to me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling small. He went quiet, and you swallowed, not needing him to answer, yet... You refused to believe his silence.  “You know what, I think you’re full of shit.” You said, and he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Yeah, I think you care about me, more than just a mission and even if I’m not sure why you’re acting the way you are and being indifferent, I think you should be as tough with me as you are with the rest of the world because right now, you look like a fucking coward.” You gave him a weak smile."I think you’re scared. And honestly, so am I... I’m so fucking scared Jungkook, not just for me, but for you, and for the boys. What if something happened to them because of me, what if someone else dies because of me?" You looked up at him and his eyes went soft. “How about after? I have no idea what’s going to happen and I honestly don’t want to think about it... But I have to do this, there isn’t any other choice...” You breathed in, trying to hold in your tears. “I would just like it if instead of making this harder... You’d just make it easier.” You looked back at him again. You shook your head when he didn’t answer and walked out of the room frustrated. You weren’t surprised when instead of Jungkook showing up for your first shooting lesson; it was Jin.  The first class went smoothly, you learned the basics and Jin was rather patient with you like he always was. As the night rolled in you all got ready for dinner and once again Jungkook wasn’t there, you sighed when you noticed his absence and Yoongi gave you an empathetic look while you just smiled at him weakly and ate while the boys started to argue about something like they usually did.  After dinner, you walked back to your room with Jimin and as you approached; you saw Yoongi by the door.  “Hey, Chim, I’ll take over today,” Yoongi said and Jimin furrowed his brows.   “You sure, Jungkook said-“ “I know what Jungkook said, you’re dismissed, I’ll take it from here.” He cut the boy short and Jimin shrugged before saying goodnight and walking to his room. You looked at Yoongi in confusion and he smiled down at you before he showed what was hidden under his jacket. A bottle of bourbon. You chuckled, shaking your head. “I thought you might want to talk after today.” He shrugged.  “Did you change places with Taehyung? He’s the one that usually tried to get me drunk.” You smiled and opened your door, making your way in while Yoongi followed.  “Well, I just didn’t get to spend my designated time with you an as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of missed your ass.” He smiled and sat at the chair next to your bed.  You walked towards the small locker where you kept your clothes.  “Missed me, huh?” You laughed.“ Are you gonna fight big bad Jungkook for taking me away from you?” You teased, and he rolled his eyes.  As you slowly slid off your pants and pulled your shirt up, Yoongi cleared his throat and turned around. You looked back, laughing when you noticed. “Oh, please, like you even care, if I remember correctly you were peaking the first time we met.” You finally put on some comfortable clothes and crawled in bed. Yoongi turned back to you, cheeks slightly red. You laughed at him.  “God, who would have known all of you killers would be so soft.” You shook your head and extended your arm, pointing at the bottle. Yoongi gave it to you after taking a swing. He made a face and handed you the bottle.  “Yeah, well, who would have known you weren’t such a spoiled rich girl after all.” He teased back. Taking a drink, you felt the alcohol burn down your throat, coughing afterward.  “You need to teach Jungkook how to be soft.” You said after you recuperated from your coughing.  “Jungkook is just difficult... He has his soft side.” Yoongi said.  “I know he does, I guess I’ve seen a bit of it before he stopped liking me.” You shook your head and took another sip. “Y/N, he didn’t stop liking you, come on.” He reasoned with you.  “I don’t know, Yoongi... He changed. I don’t know what it is... I wish I could understand, you know? It would be less painful.” You looked down at the bottle. “It’s not even about being rejected, I can accept that, it’s just the lack of communication, not understanding him, not knowing what troubles him and why one moment he looks at me like I’m everything and the next he looks at me like I’m just... A mission.” You looked at Yoongi and he had an understanding look in his eyes.  “You should get some sleep, It’s been a long day.” Yoongi takes the bottle from your hand and you nod, getting comfortable. It was quiet for a while before you broke the silence.  “Yoongi?” You called, and he hummed. “I really like him.” You said in a sleepy voice, mind drifting off to sleep after a few moments of silence.  You don’t how long you were asleep before you heard the door open, it was unusual for you to wake up, but maybe the alcohol had made your sleep lighter than usual.  “Why did you trade places with Jimin?” You heard Jungkook’s voice. He was talking low in the dark room. Yoongi sighed.  “Just wanted to spend some time with her, she could use a little normal.” The other answered quietly.  “You don’t break protocol without talking to me first, do you understand?” Jungkook sounded irritated.  “Jungkook, we’re safe, I’d bet my life on it,” Yoongi argued. You tried your best to be quiet and pretend you were asleep. Jungkook was silent for a few seconds.  “Are you in love with her, is that it?” Jungkook questioned and even you were surprised by it.  “Oh, fuck you, Jungkook, you don’t get to do that,” Yoongi said bitterly. You could hear the slight drunkenness in his voice. “You don’t get to act possessive or jealous when everyone can see you’re the one pushing her away.” He finished and you could hear the bottle moving. “I care about her just like I care about every single person in this unit, excuse me if I refuse to treat her as a mission and instead as a human.” Your heart constricted at his words. Everything went quiet, and you wondered if they had left for a second before you heard Jungkook sigh.  “I’m just trying to stay focused, I don’t want to make any mistakes, I can’t afford it.” It was the first time in a while you felt like Jungkook’s words were raw.  “There is no point in bubble wrapping her like this if by the end of the mission there are no feelings left to even cultivate, bro.” Yoongi’s voice went lower.  You heard him getting up and walking towards the door.  “Just make sure you’re balancing things, you’re also human, we all are.” Yoongi finally said before you heard the door and the room fell silent. You heard him moving and finally sitting down on the chair where he usually does when you’re asleep. At least five minutes of silence went by. “I am scared.” He spoke, breaking the silence in the room. His voice was low, vulnerable. “I’m scared that if I blink, I’ll see you in my arms again, fighting to stay alive.” He paused, and you breathed in. “I’m scared that if I blink, you’ll be dead, and I promised I’d keep you safe.” You could hear the same pain in his voice from the day you woke up. “I’m so fucking scared that after this is over I’ll go back to being a shadow, someone you don’t know.” You rolled over to look at him, he tilted his head in your direction, unphased by your opened eyes looking at him “I have no idea why I feel this way, but we don’t choose what we feel, all I know is that I can’t stay away from you or stop thinking about you for one second and it scares the shit out of me.” He shook his head and looked down.  “Jungkook...” You started, and he looked at you.  “I’m scared that if I don’t focus on your safety, I’ll lose you and I can’t lose you.” He broke eye contact. “But how can I focus? How can I be aware of my surroundings when all I want is to look at you, touch you, kiss you?” You started squirming on the bed at his words. “How can I even focus when I can still remember how you smell? How you look under me?” He sighed. “I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up because there isn’t a second that goes by that I don’t wish we could go back to that bathroom and relive those moments again and again.” He finished. “Jungkook...” You spoke again, and he lifted his eyes. “Please... Please, kiss me.” You begged.  Jungkook stood up and quickly leaned over your body, one hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face and gently caress down the side of your cheek before he leaned in, nose brushing yours. You wish you could say you hated how keen you were towards him, sitting up and closing your eyes when his lips gently touched yours. A small gasp left your lips, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss. Your body immediately reacted, a soft whimper escaping you, and Jungkook was pulling back, nose still touching yours and eyes trained on your mouth.  “The things I want to do to you.” He whispered, closing his eyes and grazing the tip of his nose up and down yours before he was trailing down your neck, your body erupting in goosebumps as your nipples hardened under your loose shirt. “Tell me I can, tell me I can do everything to you, anything.” He whispered against your skin, lips touching your neck softly and you couldn’t control your body as you leaned into him for more.  “A-anything, please...” You whispered back, and that was enough confirmation he needed before he slipped one hand under your shirt, rough fingers tracing up your stomach and not wasting time before he cupped your breasts and started a slow yet sensual massage on them, you arched into his touch soft moans coming out of you.  “I love how sensitive you are to me.” He whispered against your neck, teeth biting into it softly as his fingers played with your nipples. “Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you in that training room?” He asked, kissing up and down your neck while his hand moves to the other breast. “You on top of me like that... I couldn’t stop picturing you riding me all day.” He pinched your nipple harder, and you jolted in our place, moaning at the pain. “I had to go hide in my room and jerk off to make sure I could function for the rest of the day.” The thought alone was enough to get you aching if you hadn’t been already the moment he kissed you, you could feel the way your heart was hot and aching already. He took in a deep breath, sliding his hand back down slowly and making you open your legs to give him access to where you wanted him.  “That’s one of the things that make me go crazy... Anything you do makes me want to shove you against a wall, a floor, a bed and fuck it out of my system.” He said between clenched teeth, hand reaching the hem of your underwear. “But how can I ever be focused like that? When I’m thinking about you cumming around me like that day again and again?” He pulled his head back, looking at you, and you opened your hazy eyes to look at him. He stopped his hand and went quiet, head tilting slightly before he breached the hem and slid his fingers down your folds. You threw your head back when his fingers reached your entrance, unaware of just how wet you were before his brows furrowed in agony. “Soaking. Fucking soaking.” He quickly brought his hand out from your underwear and slid his drenched fingers into his mouth. The whole sight had you fluttering and biting on your lower lip to keep you from whining. When he brought his fingers out, his eyes were dark, pupils were blown out completely and you shivered in your spot. Suddenly he was leaning back, manhandling you down the bed as he settled between your legs, pushing your thighs apart quickly and without giving you time to process, he pushed your underwear to the side and dived into you, tongue lapping up your folds.  You arched your back, a strangled moan leaving you as your thighs began to shake. It had been so long since someone went down on you and fuck was Jungkook doing a good job.  He was like a starved man, wanting to have his face between your legs ever since that day in the tent, he worked his tongue up and don your folds before he focused on your clit, tongue licking it softly and alternating to sucking on it. You were already so close to your edge that you started clawing at his hair, breathing harshly as you tried to make him stop.  “J-Jungkook, s-stop, I’m gonna cum.” You tried to keep your voice down, but you were far too gone to control your volume. If you wanted him to stop by saying that, it only had the opposite effect because Jungkook was doubling his effort. Mouth closing around our clit to suck and lick and finally bring you over the edge. You shook violently, eyes shutting closed as your mouth opened and strings of whimpers and moans left them, you latched your hand over it and bit down, trying to control them but Jungkook was only making you moan louder as, even after you had cum, he continued to suck on your clit, making you wince at the overstimulation. When you whined and tried to push him away, he pulled back, sitting up. You opened your hazy eyes looking at him, his chin was wet with your release and his lips were swollen deliciously. His eyes were dangerous and only made you want him more and before you could open your mouth to ask him you were shut up by his mouth on yours, tasting your own release on his tongue and whimpering, he pulled back, eyeing you.  “Do you taste yourself?” He whispered with a velvet toned voice. “Do you taste just how delicious you are?” Your hands came down and started palming him over his pants, noticing just how strained his erection was in it. You whined, aching for him. “F-fuck me... Please.” You begged and Jungkook smirked, pleased with your desperation. You whined again, pressing your palm down harder into his erection, making him groan.  “Fuck...” He cursed, biting on his lower lip to keep in his sounds. He leaned back, pulling his shirt over his head, and the sight had your mouth watering yet again. His toned abs and honey-kissed skin were sinful You could see the slight scars he carried and your fingers twitched with a desire to trace them.  Slowly and patiently, he reached down with one hand, undoing his pants and shoving them down enough to free his erection. He looked down at it, pumping it a few times and looking up at you. You brought both your hands up, pulling his face down into yours and kissing him gently. His tongue was soft against yours, tender. And suddenly you felt his tip against your entrance. A gasp escaped you as he pushed in. His length girthy and the slight burn it made you feel was delicious. He panted above you, clearly as affected as you. For a few moments he didn’t move, just allowing you to adjust before he slowly started pulling out and pushing back all the way in, bottoming out. Your back arched once more, feeling him so deep inside of you was overwhelming. Grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head, he interlocked your fingers, hips grinding slowly into you and starting a torturous sensual pace. He rested his forehead against yours, lust-driven eyes looking back into your hazy ones as he fucked into you slowly. The drag of his erection inside of you was making your walls clench hard around him each time and soon it was getting harder for him to keep his sounds in as low breathy groans started to escape him. Soon, the room started to get hot, your skin feeling damp as you noticed the prickles of sweat on him, his pace starting to pick up as he the pleasure become too strong to control.  “You drive me insane.” He pulled back, leaning on one hand and holding your hip with his other.  In a bold move, you gripped his hand, pulling it upwards to rest around your throat. His eyes bulged slightly as he moves, but soon, they became dangerous.  “Little dove, little dove... Who would have known such a fragile girl could be so dirty.” He smirked before he slammed his hips into you, making you buck and moan loudly. “If you wanted to be fucked like a slut, all you had to do was ask.” He trusted hard once again, hitting deep inside of you and making you unable to control the volume of your moans. His grip tightened around your throat, making your body start to build up your release without you wanting to. You clenched hard around him and he groaned at the tightness.  “You’re going to cum again, already?” He started a fast pace into you, pelvis slamming against your ass and filling the room with lewd noises that surely could be heard throughout the hall. You felt the high approach you and Jungkook shook his head, an evil smirk on his lips as he panted above you. “If you want to cum again, you’ll have to beg.”  The dominance was sudden but welcomed. You felt at his mercy and you opened your mouth, voice hoars and weak.  “P-please, m-may I cum?” You begged.  “That was pathetic, little dove, you can do better than that.” He groaned when a rather delicious drag rubbed him just right. “Shit...” He cursed out, biting down on his lower lips.  “Please, Jungkook, please, please... let me cum around you, let me clench and make a mess all over you.” You closed your eyes to try to hold back your orgasm, and you felt his grip tighten around your throat.  “Fuck... Cum, cum with me.” And you gasped, body shaking violently under him before your vision turned white, high-pitched moans and arched back as your walls spasming and gushes of your release coating him while he fucked in and out of you until he stilled, twitching deep inside of you as he released and coated your walls. His groans were deep, breathy, and he rode out his and your orgasm before he stopped completely, letting his head hang on his shoulder and catch his breath. You looked up at him, eyes barely open and mouth swollen from how hard you bit on it. He shifted, falling beside you on the bed and closing his eyes while he still struggled to breathe.  You turned your head in his direction and he turned to you, opening his eyes and looking deeply into yours. You breathed in, nervous.  “I don’t know what’s going to happen... But, I really like you Jungkook and I know it’s dangerous, but I trust you with everything in me, as stupid as that sounds.” You chuckled. “I trust that you’ll always put my safety first, but please, don’t push me away.” You swallowed, and he sighed, hand coming up to reach for your cheeks and caress you while he was silent.  “I’m sorry.” He said, leaning in to catch your lips and kiss you softly.  You shook your head, smiling against him.  “It’s ok... Just don’t do it again.” You asked, and it was his turn to chuckle. You bit your lower lip, cheeks flushed as you looked at him. His pupils dilating at the sight.  “You’re going to be the death of me.” You reached the end of chapter three!  I just wanted to leave this here! It was a cover made by RU`s number one fan @minalovessaruma​ and I can’t say how thankful I am for her. She has always been RU’s number one hyper and I just love that she went out of her way to make this little piece along with two others! Special thank you to Mina! Much love! - May.

I’m 13k into the fourth chapter of Raven Unit and there is still so much to happen in this chapter, is it ok if it’s a long one?

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Jeon Jungkook x Reader‒ raven unit. (m) chapter four: armstrong. ✎  [16k words] genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au warnings: smut, angst, slight bdsm, fluff (?), gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter three. chapter five. chapter six.  .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 a/n: I’m so sorry for the delay on this, and this chapter ended up being too long, so I decided to put what happens on the next chapter since there was still so much to develop. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this update and let me know what you think! RU is slowly coming to a conclusion! Don’t refrain from sending me asks, that makes me really happy and gives me motivation. And also, please Like and Reblog so that others can read this little series! Thank you all so much for the love! You are all amazing! (if you see any mistakes, please let me know, this is highly unedited.)

Watching them was something.  Watching them in a neutral environment, laughing, making jokes, not on edge every second. It made it hard not to slowly fall in love with these boys. The way Jimin’s voice softened when he was embarrassed, the way Taehyung lifted an eyebrow when he felt challenged by his mates. No, his family. Everything, every single detail made you slowly forget the situation you were in, made the pain of everyone you lost more bearable. Even if everything seemed in place, for some reason though, you were still on edge; you were still scared, now not just for you, but for the ones that now had a place in your heart. What if you put these men in danger, what if someone got hurt because of you? The idea had you suddenly feeling unable to focus on the current conversation happening in the resting room, the boys all sitting around and having a casual drink. Your eyes shifted down to your lap, smile slowly faltering.  “Little dove, you ok?” His voice rang in your ear. You looked up at him, quiet as you observed his features.  You were in love with him, utterly, madly. The man that was in charge of keeping you safe, the man that had shown you his hard side, his soft one, even gave you a peek into his fragility. You knew almost nothing of him, yet you trusted him with your life. The mole under his lower lip, his strong sharp jaw, that scar on his cheekbone. You made sure you could remember everything... just in case.  “I’m ok.” You answered in a low voice. “Just tired from all the training, that’s all.” You smiled softly at him. You didn’t feel bad for lying, not when you knew he already had too much to worry about. He had calmed you down one too many times in the past two weeks of staying at Seamore, after you both had reconciled, you were suddenly waking up sweating, shaking, gasping for air, Jungkook would wake up next to you and calm you down, his warm body pressing against yours and shushing you with silent whispers, reassurance. He’d always ask you what you dreamed, and you always said you couldn’t remember, but you did.  You could remember seeing his face, seeing the snarl, how he’d laugh at you for being so foolish, how he’d point a gun to your head, his teammates all lifeless behind him, his doing, and he’d say “It was only a mission.” It was silly, really. You could see in his eyes the rawness of his feelings, you could feel it when he spoke to you, when he looked at you, just like he was looking at you now. Full of worry and care, love even.  He looked at his watch, breathing in.  “Time to call it a night, everyone.” He spoke, looking up at his mates. “We’re moving out tomorrow at six sharp.” Everyone in the room sighed, sure they were glad to finally leave Seamore, after all, you couldn’t really tame their wild spirits, but also, it meant that it was back to danger, back to the unknown.  As everyone bid their goodnight’s, you made your way to your room, Jungkook leaving you to quickly make sure everything was in order, Jin and him speaking at the door.  You changed quickly, making your way to bed, not really paying attention until you heard the familiar name being spoken.  “... He said he wants to talk to her alone when we get there.” Jin informed.  “Why?” Jungkook seemed concerned.  “He didn’t tell me, but he asked if you two were... You know.” Jin’s voice slowly lowered at the end of the sentence.  “Fuck.” Jungkook cursed. Your brows furrowed at his reaction. Even if you didn’t know a thing about this Namjoon guy, you knew that he answered to Jungkook like everyone else.  They finished up the conversation quickly after that, Jungkook entering the room and making his way to the locker.  You watched him silently, seated on the bed. It was almost domestic, watching him change. His clothes folded right next to yours, and it always made you shiver when he had his back to you, bare. Jungkook was a very well built man, to say the least. His back muscles clenched when he moved. There were times that you swore he did it on purpose, his sharp vision and awareness of you ogling.  When he was dressed, he flicked the lights off, making his way to the bed and sliding beside you. It was comforting having him there, laying against his chest, and hearing his heartbeat. Little did he know you craved hearing it, too afraid of one day, maybe not. He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in. He must feel that something is off because he asked again.  “Are you ok?” His voice vibrated in his chest below your ear, you took in a deep breath, you weren’t yet ready for this conversation.  “Yeah, like I said, just tired.” You spoke out. “Hey... What was Jin saying about Namjoon, something about him wanting to speak to me?” You changed the subject, and it was Jungkook’s turn to sigh. “Is that a bad thing?” You questioned, tilting your head up at him.  “Namjoon is... Invasive.” He started. “He’s the smartest guy I’ve ever met, but he’s analytical and he digs deep enough to have you question your own truth.” He looked down at you.  “So, you think he’s going to interrogate me?” You questioned, hand resting on his chest now, tracing the scars on his skin.  “I wouldn’t call it interrogating, but he’s going to want to understand the nature of our...” He paused and you couldn’t hold back the smile on your lips, lifting yourself on his chest and hovering over his face.  “Our what, Jungkook?” You smiled down at him. He, on the other hand, didn’t smile, and you pursed your lips, your smile slowly shrinking. You looked into his eyes, seeing the question in them. After all, what was this? “It’s ok if we don’t know what this is. We can figure it out after.” You spoke softly, almost a whisper.  “That’s what I’m worried about.” His eyes gently fluttered.  You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. Of course, you were always keen to him, but he was also extremely keen to you. He slowly melted under your soft kiss, one hand coming to rest on the side of your neck and face, the other hand resting on your waist. As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.  “When this is over, I’ll be yours, you’ll even be able to tell everyone your girlfriend was the president’s daughter.” You chuckled and this time he smiled, laughing along with you.  “The tabloids are going to have a blast when they find out you’re dating a war criminal and an ex-con.” He teased, biting into his lower lip.  “Maybe I’ll become an edgy icon who knows.” You lifted an eyebrow, and he pulled you in to kiss you again, this time deeper, full of intention. It was your turn to pull away, pressing a palm against his chest, breathless at the kiss.  “We have to rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day.” You told him and he quirked an eyebrow.  “Yes, Sargent.” He teased, yet his voice was low and raspy, filled with lust.  You knew that if you both had the time and opportunity, you’d be fucking like bunnies, you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other when you were together.  But eventually, you both fell asleep, you in his arms.  This time when you woke up gasping for air and sweating, Jungkook wasn’t in bed with you. He was up, fully dressed, and reading the black notebook he carried. His head shot in your direction, quickly making his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his palms on your arms.  “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok... You’re safe.” He whispered and your eyes finally focused. “I’m right here.” You calmed down, hand lifting to your forehead to wipe at the sweat. “You should get up, get something to eat before we go, we still have time, I just didn’t want to wake you.” He spoke softly as he watched you calm down.  A few hours later, you were already fully dressed and had eaten breakfast alone in your room, waiting for them to come for you.  Jungkook opened the door, Jimin and Yoongi right outside, and you turned to him as he made his way to you.  “Ok, are you ready?” He asked, and you nodded. He sighed, reaching behind him to bring out a gun, similar to the one you had used in training with Jin and him.  “Safety on, safety off.” He gestured to the gun in front of him. “Fully loaded, 12 rounds.” He pulled to show you it was charged. “Remember, aim, breathe, shoot, don’t think.”  You took in a deep breath, nodding and taking the gun, already putting it in the holster that you had been given prior, you looked up at him, his silently looking at you, worried anxious eyes as now things were way too serious for him to risk losing you and before you could think, you were lounging forward, latching your lips onto his. He hugged your body strongly, kissing you deeply, eyes furrowed.  “Too much PDA,” Jimin grumbled and Yoongi chuckled beside him.  “Hey, love birds, cut it out, we gotta go,” Yoongi said.  Pulling away, you both looked at each other one more time in reassurance and he held out his hand for you to take. As he pulled you along with him to the elevators, you noticed that you didn’t know how this part of the bunker looked like.  Seamore was far bigger than what you had seen, but given that you were unconscious when you were brought here, you still didn’t know what the outside of it looked like.  The first thing you registered as the large industrial elevator lifted was the noise, cars, buses, people. But your eyes didn’t. Then you noticed you were under the sewers as the elevator opened to the dark, humid small space. You looked up, several feet above you was a tiny opening, you could see people walking, shadows.  “Come on.” Jungkook took you out of your thoughts, pulling you with him.  The space slowly became smaller, a dark musky hall lit by green lights, and you were all walking in line, Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in front of you and Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin behind. Your hand still held Jungkook’s firmly, picking up your pace as you followed right behind.  Soon you were out in a large tunnel, noticing the rails you were walking on, it was somewhat of a subway station, rats and roaches ran away from the sudden movement in the abandoned space. Everyone was attentive. Your hand hovered over the gun you barely knew how to use, ready to fire it if you had to.  You all must have walked for about twenty minutes in complete silence on the railings, noticing how the sound of the city slowly faded in the background, the only sound was now of cars and trucks somewhere above you, you looked back at the men behind you, bags slung over their shoulders, the only sound from the group was of heavy footsteps and breathing as you finally reached a gate. A large rusty metal gate that took over half of the tunnel opening, large cement pillars on the sides, behind it, you could barely see what hid under the black hoods.  Jin unlocked it, opening both sides wide, and Jungkook let go of your hand walking into the darkness. You stayed put, Yoongi coming to stand beside you, close enough for you to smell the body spray he used, his sharp eyes looking around.  They either were being extra cautious because of last time or they knew something you didn’t and as you watched the white-haired boy with a bag slung over his shoulder and his gun firmly gripped in his hand. You furrowed your brows, something was wrong, you could feel it as you looked at the other men, all of them had their guns in their hands as they uncovered the two big dark vehicles hidden in the dark. As soon as the hoods were lifted, the doors were wide open, and everyone moved, expect for Yoongi, who handed his bag to Taehyung, him handing the bag to Jimin. You watched them quickly load it, looking back at Yoongi in silence, and you saw him look beyond the dark tunnel and furrow his brows. When Hoseok sat in the driver seat of one car and turned on the ignition, strong headlights illuminated you, making you flinch, blinding you for a few seconds as your hand lifted to your eyes to shield you.  And that was enough time for Yoongi to yell.  “We’ve got company!” Your head spun around to where he was looking, eyes bulging, and before you even got the chance to see, you were suddenly pushed behind him. The six came into formation behind the cement pillars on each side as a hand landed on the back of your neck harshly pulling you back, you gasped, and the seconds between your lungs filling with air and the air leaving was all it took. Everything was too loud.  Shots being fired.  “Get her to the car!” Jungkook yelled and Taehyung pulled you quickly, shoving you into the backseat and pushing you down, climbing over you to protect you. Your breathing was violent, wheezing as you took large intakes of air and let it go, body trembling, the weighted of Taehyung above you didn’t help. Hoseok was crouched behind the driver door. All you could see were flashes of light going off repeatedly. You counted, you knew they were going to have to stop to reload, and you still didn’t know what they were shooting at, who they were shooting at, all you knew is that they were shooting back.  “We have to move!” You heard Jin yell. And suddenly they were all moving to the cars, running quickly from the shots targeted at them, at you. They moved fast, not bothering to buckle, Hoseok stepped on the accelerator and the car launched forward, speeding inside the tunnel. You could hear the tires scream against the asphalt,  as the reflection of Jin’s car lights shone through the review mirror, the light blinding you once more, so you turned your head, trying your best you stay calm. “Windows.” You heard Jungkook’s voice. There was one more person in the car, right next to your head, you just didn’t know who yet.  The shooting against the car never stopped, and they were shooting back through the windows. The darkness soon was taken over by the daylight, the car slightly jumping as it turned into a highway, you were out in the open, Taehyung lifted from you and opened his window as well, but he wasn’t shooting, he was just looking. You took that as I sign you could get up, pressing your palms against the leather and pushing your body, and you peeked through the back window. That was enough time for a shot to hit the spot, cracking the bulletproof glass. “Raven, stay down!” Jungkook yelled. And you gasped, pressing your head to the leather once more. This time you could see everything, Jungkook’s body twisted in his seat, aiming his gun out the window, Taehyung was on your left, head against the back of Jungkook’s seat, on your other side was Jimin, gun out just like Jungkook, shooting.  “Shit, shit, shit, fuck!” Jungkook cursed out in frustration as he came back in to reload, frows deeply furrowed and sweat starting to accumulate on his forehead, you hadn’t seen him like this before, he was usually under control of his reactions, emotions, he was furious, frustrated. “Taehyung, what are we dealing with?” He asked, not looking at him as he loaded his gun. “Four cars, about 15 men, they lost five back in the tunnels.” He spoke in a deep voice, calm for the situation. You saw Hoseok take a radio from the headboard. “Four cars, fifteen men.” He informed through it, receiving a quick. “Roger.” from the other end. It was Jin’s voice. You noticed they were short numbered compared to your car, that made your heart speed in your chest. Jimin came back in. Your eyes lifted to him. His hair parted in the middle, his cheeks flushed from the adrenaline, but he was steady. “How the fuck did they know we were here?” He rested his back against the seat, lowered as he loaded his gun, and looked at Jungkook.  “Someone from Jin’s crew must have tipped them off, especially if they know I’m the commander of this mission, they know we’re close.” Jungkook looked out the window. “Must have been waiting for us to leave at some point.” His eyes slightly bulged and your eyes shot up to the review mirror, watching as two of the four cars chasing you passed Jin’s and started closing up on you.  “Incoming!” Jungkook yelled, and the shooting started once again, your eyes screwing shut as you heard the bullets hit the car, again and again, the sound was all too familiar, you could still feel Thoma’s hand on you, hear his voice, it was making it hard to breathe. You thought you’d be used to it by now, used to the sound of the shots, used to the feeling of dread, but no, it seemed worse now that you didn’t know how Jin and Yoongi were doing.  The ground shook all of a sudden, the sound of a loud explosion being heard in the back, and Hoseok screamed out.  “Fuck yeah!” As he looked through the review mirror, both hands on the steering wheel, one gripping the radio and blown out eyes. “That’s fucking Yoongi!” He wore a large smile on his face, body pumping with adrenaline.  “Three cars, then men.” Taehyung updated, you were winning.  The cars slowly reached up to you, though, and the shooting only increased, the sound of firing guns and bullets making you dizzy.  “Ah, fuck!” You heard Jungkook curse as he quickly made his way back in and hissed. Your eyes shot open, looking at him, his hand over his face. Jungkook was hit? Was he shot? You started panicking, your already hard breathing loud and alarming. “Jungkook?” You called out, and he looked at you. His back rested against the dashboard.  “I’m ok, just debris.” His hand left his face and you could see the small cut on his cheek, opposite to his scar. Your heart hammered in your chest, and he looked at your alarmed expression, taking in a deep breath before he was looking out the window, aiming his gun. You watched him take in a deep breath, his chest filling as his hand steadied in the air, his eyes sharpening and pupils blowing, and he pressed the trigger, taking the shot. You heard loud tire sounds, then a loud bang and metal scraping against pavement before a very loud crash and the radio beamed in Hoseok’s hand.  “Bullseye!” Jin screamed through it, Jungkook pursed his lips as he lowered his gun. He looked at you, a cocky smirk slowly tugging at his lips before he winked, reassuring you he was most definitely in control of the situation and also a fucking badass.   It calmed you down, but the cockiness also turned you on, regardless of the situation. You slowly smiled back at him and his smile spread on his lips, noticing the change in your demeanor, noticing how you had calmed down, it was a mutual understanding, a silent one, he had decided to not put you through the worry that he might get hurt, so he ended it quick. The small moment was interrupted by the sound of Jimin’s gun shooting right beside you, Jungkook looked over as part of his upper body was out the window, right bare arm and shoulder out in the open.  “Jimin, don’t expose yourself.” He warned.  “I got it.” He argued, yelling as he took another shot.  “Jimin, that’s an order,” Jungkook spoke more firmly, the smaller boy slowly retracting into the car and turning his face towards his commander, not defying his order.   “Yes, Si-“ His answer was cut short by the sound of a hit and him hissing; hand clutching at his shoulder as his head fell back against Hoseok’s seat.  “Fuck!” He cursed out.  You looked up and watched as Jimin shirt slowly stained red, the blood trickling down his arm. Jimin was shot. Your eyes bulged, and you reached out instinctively, pulling him out of view and down with you on impulse, not even paying mind to Taehyung crawling over you both and taking over for him at the other window, gun pointed out, and aiming at the tires.  You quickly maneuvered the both of you, crouched over Jimin. Jungkook leaned over the middle of the car, alarmed eyes as he reached for his injured friend. Jiming squirmed in place as Jungkook grabbed his hand.  “You’re ok, it’s just a scratch, it didn’t hit you, just scraped,” Jungkook informed as he pulled Jimin’s hand away, assessing the wound, he heard Taehyung curse out, looking at your and Jimin for a few seconds. “Raven, I need you to handle him, can you do that for me?” Jungkook looked down at you, eyes always looking up to watch Jin and Yoongi’s car and Taehyung shooting against the two remaining vehicles.  “Yes, Sir.” You quickly replied without thought.  “I need you to reach back and grab the aid kit, it’s a yellow bag, stay down, don’t expose yourself.” You quickly nodded, Jungkook moving back to his seat and reloading his gun, starting to shoot at the far back vehicle still chasing Jin and Yoongi. Looking through the small fend between the seats, you finally found the yellow bag, squeezing your hand into space and grabbing it, sliding it up and over. Quickly pulling it into your lap you took out bandages and antiseptic, you were shaking, trembling fingers and shaky breath as adrenaline and fear coursed through your body. Struggling to open the antiseptic, you grabbed at Jimin’s hand, squeezing it tightly before you poard it over the open wound. It wasn’t that deep, and Jungkook was right, it wasn’t a gunshot, it was a gash, a big one, but still, a wound. Jiming squeezed your hand and cursed out several profanities as the burn hit him. Your face twisted in pain at the force he squeezed your hand and in sympathy as you remember your own experience with pain. Quickly letting go of his hand you grabbed gauze, cleaning as much as you could without hurting him and you just slightly gasped as you heard a second explosion boom behind you, ground shaking violently before Taehyung finally took his shot, the car chasing you overturning several times beside you. You could barely focus on the sounds as you mended Jimin. You did your best at wrapping him up, circling the bandages around his arm, and making sure they were in place. You rummaged through the yellow bag until you found bottles of pills, shakily opening them and offering them silently to a lidded eyed Jimin. Even if the look in his eyes were of pain, you couldn’t deny that it made you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. You were straddling him, directly seated over his middle, the yellow bag resting in between your legs, just at his stomach. You swallowed, and he shook his head, denying your offer.  “We’re clear,” Taehyung informed in a deep voice, settling back into the car once again, shifting in his seat as he closed the window. Not long after, Jungkook settled back in, back rested on the dashboard, and gun rested on his lap. He let his head fall back, eyes closing as he took in a deep breath through his mouth. You turned to look at him, noticing the little cut on his cheek, the small trickling of blood staining his perfect features.  He brought his head back down, opening his eyes and looking at you then at Jimin, eyes moving to both your bodies and how they touched, he lifted a brow and Jiming was sitting up, making everything on top of him roll down to the car floor.  You sat properly, just between him and Taehyung as you reached down to grab the antiseptic that had fallen, your hand met with Jungkook’s, yours gripping the bottle, his holding your wrist, you looked up, he was close, crouched over the middle once more and he looked straight at you, dangerous adrenaline eyes staring back. You shivered, swallowing and wetting your lips.  “We should, we should clean that.” You stuttered out. He pursed his lips, not moving, and a smirk tugged at the corner.  “I thought girls liked guys with scars.” He teased in a low voice, way too flirtatious for someone who had just been shot at several times. “You can keep your scars, but the blood is distracting.” You whispered back at him and he chuckled, leaning back again, letting go of your wrist.  You settled back, dabbing a gauze with the antiseptic and handing it to him as he shuffled in his seat properly.  “Everyone good?” The radio in Hoseok’s hand beamed. He brought the device up to his lips.  “Jimin was almost hit, probably gonna need stitches, Jungkook has a scratch... Taehyung?” Hoseok questioned, looking through the review mirror. The boy only gestured that he was fine.  “Taehyung is perfect.”  “Damn right I am.” He commented, making everyone in the car fall into laughter, even Jimin, as he clutched under his wound. After the laughter died down, the radio beamed once more.  “Jungkook, we might have more company on the way, especially if they made contact with someone.” It was Yoongi’s voice this time. It made you feel like a weighted lifted off your chest and you didn’t even notice you were worried until you heard his voice and confirmed he was safe.  Everyone in the car looked at each other, Jungkook taking in a deep breath, grabbing the radio from Hoseok’s hand.  “We change our course, going to take us a little longer to get there but, it’s better than risking them surprising us ahead.” He spoke and shook his head. “There is a chance they know where we’re going, might want to warm Armstrong, make sure he’s aware, and taking necessary precautions.” The radio answered with another “Roger.” And suddenly the car went quiet. It was only for a few minutes, enough time for you to worry about what waited for you ahead.  “Hobi, we’re taking rout C, if we get incoming again, we’re doing contingency plan.” Hoseok’s head spun around towards Jungkook, eyes slightly bulged. Even Taehyung and Jimin straightened their backs, looking at their commander in surprise.  “Holy shit, really?” It was Jimin’s turn to speak. You looked at him, not understanding how he could look so normal while wounded. You figured he was used to pain like this, you even wondered how many times he’s been nearly shot, or shot for that matter. Jungkook didn’t answer, and they all looked between each other. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Jiming finished, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.  “What’s the contingency plan?” You asked, looking around at the men.  Jimin turned his head in your direction, leaning in with a devilish smirk and a lifted eyebrow.  “It means we get to play with the big guns, baby.” You blinked at his proximity, slowly taken back by it.  “Red Hawk,” Jungkook called, Jiming only tilted his head towards his commander, his eyes looking back through the review mirror. “Call her baby one more time and I’ll cut out your tongue.” It was an empty threat, you knew, everyone knew, but still, the possessiveness that dripped from his voice had you shivering once more.  “Yes, Sir.” He chuckled and sat back again. You looked through the small mirror, your eyes meeting his.  You couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline coursing through both your veins or the fact that now you were both comfortable with each other, with each other’s bodies, but there was electricity in the air between you both. It was so palpable that it made you feel breathless. The way he was looking at you felt like he could strip and fuck into you right there between his team without a bat of an eye, and you knew he would. You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and looking down at your lap. This was going to be a long ride.  At some point, after what felt like two hours of silence, you stopped in the middle of nowhere, Hoseok quickly leaving the car to empty his bladder along with Jimin. You were strictly ordered to stay put, Taehyung staying in the car with you as Jungkook walked out to meet with Yoongi.  As they both made their way back, you watched as Jimin made his way to the car with Jin. Yoongi settled in the seat where Jimin was, and Hoseok switched places with Jungkook.  “Hey there, princess, miss me?” Yoongi teased as he shut the door. You rolled your eyes but quickly looked at him as you noticed he as well had a bandage around his wrist.  “You’re hurt!” You gasped as you leaned into him, taking his hand and looking at his wound. You didn’t notice, but Jungkook only watched through the review mirror as he took off with the car, quiet as he watched you two interact.  “I’m fine, princess, just a scratch, like Jimin.” He reassured you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You took in a deep breath, resting your back against the seat once more, but not letting go of his wrist.  “God, you’re all getting hurt because of me.” You closed your eyes as you threw your head back, frustrated.  “Hey, we’re not getting hurt because of you... We chose to do this, it’s not just a mission anymore, you’re part of this family.” Yoongi spoke softly as his hand rested above yours, reassuringly.  You sighed, opening your eyes and looking at him. It made you soften. They considered you family now, but that only made the idea of one of them getting hurt clench at your heart tighter.  Silence settled once more after a while. You just looked through the window, your head slowly resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as you still held onto Yoongi’s hand gently. You never felt so safe in your life as you did with these men. Not only physically, but there was a sense of comfort they gave you that made the idea of a future with these boys too tempting to let go of.  It was only when the sky got orange that you noticed the sun was setting, you looked up from Taehyung’s shoulder to see that him, Yoongi and Hoseok were asleep, Jungkook quietly driving, paying attention to the road, you rested the side of your head on Taehyung’s shoulder again, looking at the man you were madly in love with through the review mirror. His eyes flicked your way, and you smiled, but he didn’t smile back.  “You’re awake.” He spoke softly, voice deep.  “Barely.” You answered him, airy chuckle leaving you. He hummed.  “You seem to like Yoongi.” He said, and you were quiet, looking at the review mirror and watching him. He had a crease in his forehead, as if he was thinking. Was Jungkook jealous?  You remembered the day you both had reconciled, the way he had asked Yoongi if he was in love with you, the worry and weighted that question had carried.  “I do... I like all the boys.” You answered cautiously, surveying his reaction, he only swallowed. You felt intrigued.  “But you like me too...” He added suddenly and couldn’t help pursing your lips, suppressing the smile that wanted to show.  “It’s a lot more than like, Jungkook...” You admitted and his eyes flicked to the review mirror. It all brought back memories, like the first time you both had a quiet conversation through the review mirror in the desserts.  “More than like?” He questioned, eyes flicking from the road to your reflection.  “Jungkook, I’m in lo-“ You were cut short by the radio, Jungkook looking down at it.  “Next exit, the hatch is open.” Jin’s voice informed through it. The boys slowly stirred awake next to you, making you unable to finish what you were going to say.  “We’re here?” Hoseok questioned in a sleepy voice as the sky slowly darkened and Jungkook made a turn at the approaching exit. On the horizon you could see a bright city, it almost seemed like Vegas suddenly appearing in the desert, but before you got the chance to take in the city, you were turning vigorously into a tunnel, the wheels coming in contact with a metal ramp as you made your way into what looked similar to Seamore. Another five minutes of driving in the dark past and the car drove into a wide well lit hanger, several expensive cars, motorcycles and even a bus parked inside.  Finally parking the car, everyone started to get out. You slid right after Taehyung as he made his way to the trunk, but were stopped by a hand on your wrist, your body being pulled into Jungkook’s chest. You gasped in surprise, but he captured your lips into his own, making you melt into his kiss. It ended as quickly as it started, making you chase his lips as he pulled away.  “Are you ok?” He asked as he rested his hands on your hips, making sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You just nodded, unable to find your voice.  After everything was unloaded, Jungkook took your hand again as he walked towards a door at the far end of the hanger.  “God, I’m starving,” Jin spoke behind you, making you turn your head towards him. “I hope Joon has edible food.” He rolled his head, cracking his neck as you walked down a hallway.  You were expecting another military type base, but you were met with something completely different.  It was a large space, wide and tall with art littered walls. There was a mezzanine, you could see books on the walls up there, hundreds and hundreds of books. The floor was carpeted in a dark red color, a center table that could easily fit ten people, and the room was lit by dimmed yellow lights that hung in between the several paintings that were on the walls. You were stunned, mouth slowly falling agape as you took tentative steps into the room, the boys starting to move as they piled the bags in one corner.  “I’ll go get Namjoon.” Said Taehyung as he walked towards the stairs at the corner of the room. The boys all walked in, making themselves comfortable as if they were at home. Jin sat down at one of the chairs on the table, Yoongi and Hoseok making their way to the red velvet couch you hadn’t noticed on the right side of the room and Jungkook walked towards the bags along with Jimin, letting go of your hand. You still looked everywhere, taking in the paintings. They looked antique, rare, expensive. You barely noticed the shadow behind you before you felt the cold metal against the back of your head, the sound of the safety pin being turned off.  The noise alone was enough for the men protecting you trained ears to look your way, Jungkook quickly taking his gun and aiming at whoever had you at gunpoint, Jin, and the three others were just as fast, making their way slowly towards you, all formed into a semi-circle. Jin looked alarmed, Jimin looked at Jungkook and back at the one behind you, something keen to confusion in his eyes. And Yoongi and Hoseok swallowed, yet ready to shoot if needed.  “Interesting.” The deep voice spoke behind you. It seemed young, calm even though there were five guns pointed in their direction. “Got them wrapped around your finger, huh?” He spoke again and you didn’t dare move a muscle, too aware of the gun pressed firmly to the back of your head. This person held your life in their hands and just one swift move and everything was over.  “What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook spoke between clenched teeth at whoever was behind you. The man only chuckled, amused. “Joon, put the fucking gun down.” Jungkook spat out.  You furrowed your brows in confusion. So the person behind you was Namjoon, the one Jungkook seemed to have a deep respect for and somehow, he had a gun pointed to your head. Had he betrayed them? The thought brought dread filling your gut, the idea that one of their own would do such a thing. But worst was that one of their own could just simply decide to take your life, and there was nothing any of the boys could do about it. “And where is the fun in that, Jungkookie?” He spoke out so free of care that it made you start to shiver. The condescending tone in his voice towards Jungkook made his anger build inside of him. “Namjoon, I swear to god-“ Jungkook started. “What, Jungkook, what are you going to do? Shoot me? Kill me?” He asked a little sharper, nuzzle pressing harder into your head. “You’d shoot someone you’ve known most of your life over her? Someone you met only a month ago?” There seemed to be a lingering curiosity in his voice, almost a dare. Jungkook swallowed, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping as he pondered the idea. He seemed nervous as he blinked and took in a deep breath.  “Yes.” He spoke out in a firm voice, yet shaky breath.  “Interesting, and why is that, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked with a sense of amusement in his voice.  “Hyung, just put the gun do-“ Jungkook’s resolve slowly faltered.  “Answer my question, Commander.” Namjoon pressed, interrupting.  “Because I’m in love with her.” He blurted out in a breath.  Everything went quiet, even the other boy’s sharp gazes flicking towards their commander. Your heart suddenly stopped at his confession, eyes shining with something new, and you forgot you were being held at gunpoint. Jungkook’s eyes moved to you, concern and something else filled within them. It was love, he was in love with you, just as you were in love with him.  “That’s all I needed to know.” The man’s voice behind you softened with a smile in his words. He pulled the gun away, putting it behind his back and you turned in place, breaking the eye contact with Jungkook to look up at him.  You almost sighed in frustration at his striking beauty. His tall frame and defined jaw. He wore glasses and a well-tailored gray suit. His hair was neatly parted and up and he placed both hands inside his pants pockets, looking down at you with a brow lifted. You didn’t even think as you raised your hand and slammed it across his cheek. His face barely turned but it was enough to have him and everyone else in the room shocked.  “Don’t ever point a gun at me again.” You warned him before you turned back to Jungkook. His eyes bulged and his mouth slightly opened. You made your way to him, rushing your steps as you got closer and you wrapped your arms around his body, burying your nose into his neck. You barely registered Yoongi laughing as Namjoon let out an “I deserved that.”  You breathed in deeply as his arms wrapped around you, one hand resting on the back of your head, you pulled away slightly to look at him, his eyes filled with a tenderness that only made you not want to let go.  “Me too.” Was all you said, too taken back, unable to really put into words, and you saw him smile stupidly at you.  “Yeah?” He asked with an almost boyish ring to it. You nodded, unable not to smile back just as stupidly as him.  “Yeah.” You answered. The intimate moment seemed to through everyone in the room into an awkward silence as they all recovered from the fright.  “Oh, there you are!” Taehyung spoke above, leaning against the rail of the mezzanine. “Wait, why does everyone have their guns?” Taehyung obliviously questions, making Jimin look up at him and scoff.  “Catch up, Tae.” He teases.  As you detach from Jungkook, he looks past your shoulder and you turn, watching Namjoon make his way to you both.  “Welcome to Armstrong, Raven.” He speaks with his hands neatly placed behind his back. “I’m Namjoon, It’s nice to meet you.” He speaks nonchalantly, making you roll your eyes.  “Yeah, I know, you didn’t really make a great first impression.” You answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook chuckles beside you, amused at your attitude.  “Well, I just needed to make sure you were worth going through all this trouble. After all, you are worth a shit tone.” He shrugs, making you squint in his direction in utter disbelief. “But, although the altercations from before, I would never hurt you regardless of you meaning anything to Jungkookie or not, if he deems the mission a priority, he’s my commander and I’ll always follow his orders.” He looks up at Jungkook, giving him a firm nod.  “Stop calling me that,” Jungkook mumbled.  You looked back at Jungkook with your brows furrowed. It was honestly surprising seeing him banter with Namjoon like a teenager.  “But, I hope you’ll find it in you to forgive me for my little test, I was never going to hurt you, anyway.” He spoke once more, placing his hands in his pockets.  You breathed in deeply, looking back at the tall man.  God, why did they all have to be so annoyingly attractive?  “I forgive you, with a condition.” You lift an eyebrow and he mimics your stance, curious.  “And what would that be?” He questioned.  “You tell me how you got your hands on that Caravaggio.” You lifted your chin, eye flickering to the very real and rare “Judith Beheading Holofernes” painting just above the couch where Yoongi and Hoseok now were heading back to.  Namjoon flicked his tongue out to wet his lips, a glint shining in his eyes at your interest.  “Oh, I like her.” He spoke out, not tearing his defying gaze from your own.  “I said the same thing.” Jimin chimed in as he made his way to sit with Jin at the table.  “Yeah, you all like her, I get it.” Jungkook scoffed out, and that only made the men in the room laugh.  Armstrong was indeed very big, bigger than Red Hawk, bigger than Seamore. It was luxurious too, with a whole wing made out of Victorian Decorated Suits with lavish bathrooms, and another wing that Namjoon had informed you was where he had his armory and training rooms. Right in the middle, was the main dining hall that you had all walked into and his library and collection. You had so many questions to ask as he guided you and Jungkook to a Master Suite with a large king-sized bed covered in what you could tell was Egyptian Cotton and a Duvet that felt like clouds.  It reminded you of home and made you sigh as you walked in, taking in the creamed colored walls, the two ivory nightstands, one with a white porcelain vase, fresh flowers placed inside, and the other with a small white lamp. The walls had some Victorian paintings, but you noticed that there were no windows. In front of the bed, against the wall was a large television and a door right beside it that lead to the very wide, very white couple bathroom, with a large bathtub on one side and a glass closed shower box with two shower heads facing each other. Two marble sinks placed beside each other and a large, well lit mirror.  It was everything you were used to.  And Jungkook seemed to notice as he bid Namjoon his farewell for the meantime and watched you take in everything. He leaned against the bathroom door, placing his hands inside his pockets and looking down at the floor. You finally noticed him through the reflection in the mirror, placing your hands against the surface and sighing.  “This place is amazing.” You spoke in a soft voice, a tinge of bitterness to them.  Jungkook didn’t seem to reflect your thoughts, though. He seemed troubled.  “What’s wrong?” You asked as you turned in your spot, facing him. It was his turn to sigh.  “I can’t give you this.” He didn’t lift his eyes to meet you. “I can’t give you the fancy shit and the fine food with fine art, and I know it’s what you’re used to.” He finally looked up at you.  “Jungkook...” You started, leaning off the sink and walking slowly to him. “I had this. I had it for years on end, but I don’t need it... I don’t need any of this, you want to know what I need?” You asked him as you finally stopped in front of his tall frame, his eyes looking down at you. “I need safety. I need freedom. I need to be able to sleep anywhere, anyplace without worrying if I’m going to be alive tomorrow.” You reached out to touch his face. Placing your palm on his warm cheek, he leaned into it. “But I need you above all things.” He turned his face into your palm, placing a kiss onto it.  “I need a hot shower, I real hot shower, with you, right now.” He sighed out, and you finally noticed how exhausted he seemed. He’s been working so hard to make sure you’re safe, getting into life-threatening situations, shooting at people, killing people. Barely sleeping. Your eyes softened, reaching your hand down to grab his hand and pull him further into the bathroom, and he only pulled the doorknob along with him, closing it.  There was something akin to electricity going through the both of you as you slowly undressed him, gripping at the base of his black shirt and pulling it up and over his head, only breaking eye contact as it passed through it. You were both silent as you undressed each other, his hands tracing your skin gently as you got bare, mapping it, making you gasp as it brushed against sensitive areas. Your nipples hardened and perked as his large hands rested on the small of your back, your eyes finally roamed his bare body. You’ve seen it a few times before at Seamore, but somehow in this atmosphere, in this light, it seemed like the first time. You pulled him into the showers, turning them on and waiting for the water to warm, watching as it slowly fogged the see-through glass, he remained quiet, closing the small distance and placing his hand on the small of your back once more, unable to flick your eyes down. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hardening cock, thick and girthy as it twitched when he noticed your hungry stare, unable to ignore the way you had wet your lips. He pulled you into him with the hand resting at the small of your back, his other hand reaching for your chin to pull you up to look at him. His eyes were dark, darker than they’ve ever been, but there was not only danger written in them, there was also a weight that you had never seen before. A vulnerability you have never seen before and it left you breathless.  He leaned in, grazing his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering slightly, waiting for the kiss. But it never came, he just hovered. Your eyes opened, watching him as his lips parted.  “I don’t know if I should fuck you like you’re the president’s daughter or if I should make love to you like you’re mine.” He whispered against them, coaxing a whine from your lips as you pressed your thighs together. A smirk stretched across his lips at your reaction. He liked it, liked watching the way you reacted to him. “My pretty little dove...” He praised, nudging your lips with his own and your mouth parted. “Every single man in this building wants a piece of you.” He furrowed his brows, feigning worry. “Maybe I should remind them why they’ll never get the chance, huh?” He teased further, hand on your back moving up your spine, making your body litter with goosebumps. “So, what will it be, little dove?” He asked as his fingers made their way into your hair, gently gripping and pulling your head slightly back.  Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips graze your jaw, moving slowly down your throat and rest on your neck, you took in a deep breath.  “B-both.” You stuttered out in a shaky breath.  Jungkook opened his mouth on your neck, sucking at the skin with wet sounds as he pushed you into the hot water, turning in place so he could also get under it, wetting both your bodies. You gasped at the feeling of the strong jets hitting your skin, Jungkook’s hands leaving your body to rest at the fogging glass behind you, palms flat, he finally pulled away, satisfied with the dark purple marks he had littered your skin with and you opened your eyes to look up at him, breathless, cheeks blushed and already looking fucked out. He swallowed at the sight of your damp hair and skin, head resting back on the glass, looking up at him with swollen lips and hungry eyes.  “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He whispered out, cock twitching against his stomach. Your eyes flickered down to it for a second before looking back into his eyes with a new glint in them. Slowly, you slid down to your knees, Jungkook’s eyes following you as your head leveled with his straining erection.  His lips parted at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, the insinuation of your position already overwhelming him, you watched his Adam’s Apple bop, the water hitting the side of his body, droplets sliding down his toned strong abs. His hair stuck to his forehead, giving you the perfect sight.  Reaching out your hand, you gripped at the base of his erection, eyes finally looking down at it and you bit your lip. It had been a while since you had taken someone into your mouth and Jungkook was a handful, he’d certainly be a mouthful. Leaning in, you kissed his tip, watching his abs clench and his cock twitch in your hold. You looked up at him through your lashes once more, sticking out your tongue to deliver a slow yet short lick to his glistening head. A huff of air left his lips, and you took that as a sign to carry on.  Your hand moved up his shaft, stopping just below his tip and gliding back down in a slow smooth stroke and you opened your mouth to finally take him in, mouth closing around his tip and gliding down along with your hand, the airy, throaty moan that left him sent a shiver down your spine as you took him as far as you could, watching his eyes fall shut and his mouth hang open in bliss.  You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled back, tongue swirling around at his sensitive tip, making his hips gently buck forward with another deep groan. He opened his lidded eyes, looking down at you and watching as you once again glided down his cock, mouth closing in inch by inch slowly and he bit down on his lower lip at the sight, cock twitching inside your mouth. It only encouraged you further, making you start a pace of bopping your head and you jerked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you barely noticed the way his fingers curled against the glass, how his hips slowly ground into your mouth, how his groans became more frequent as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you could taste his leaking arousal in the back of your tongue.  “Y/N...” He whispered out your name, making you open your eyes to look up at him. Looking at his pained expression as he let our breathy moans. “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” He warned, and you could feel the way his twitches became more frequent inside your mouth, how swollen he had become. “You need to stop, baby, stop.” He warned in a pained voice, and you pulled your mouth away from him. One of his hands came down to grip over yours, making sure you stopped your movements and he hissed as he closed his eyes and leaned into his arm, biting on his skin.  “Fuck.” He cursed out as you slowly rose from your spot, lips swollen and dripless of drool leaking down your chin.  The fact that he was edging had you throbbing, desperate to help him get his release, pulling your hand from his erection, you slid both up his chest, resting them around his neck and pulling him in to finally kiss you.  His tongue desperately searched for yours, hands falling to your hips and pulling you along with him under the water once more, one of his hands moved, sliding down your middle and dipping in between your folds, you gasped and clenched at the feeling of his fingers there, but not yet inside of you, not where and how you wanted him. He chuckled, and he pulled away from your mouth to acknowledge what he had found.  “You got soaking wet from sucking me off, Little Dove?” He questioned with a raspy voice, a smirk playing on his lips. You nodded almost innocently at him, feeling the throb worsen. “What a dirty little girl.” He teased, and you whined, making him chuckle even more. He brought his hand down again, dipping them into your folds once more and pressing two of them against your entrance, making you ache as he rubbed just around your hole.  “Is it aching, hm?” He questioned, an arrogant stance to his words, you whined loudly at the feeling, lifting one leg on the side of his body, he gladly grabbed your thigh, helping you keep it up. Your hips slowly ground on his fingers, aching for them to breach you. “I can feel you clenching, little dove, your hungry pussy is dying to be filled.” He teased once more.  The way he spoke made you unable to think, it was enough that he was annoyingly attractive, strong and dangerous, has an amazing cock, but his dirty talk just made everything too much and you whined louder.  “J-Jungkook, please.” Your weak strained voice begged, that only seemed to amuse him more, his hard cock pressed to your lower stomach, twitching with your needy voice.  “Please what, little dove, do you want my fingers inside of you like the first time? Fucking you against the bathroom wall as I did against the desert floor?” You gasped as his thumb brushed your throbbing clit, body jerking at the contact.  “Fuck me!” You moaned out loud as he pressed his fingers into you, breaching your entrance only slightly and circling his fingers. Jungkook moved you to rest your back against the wall, still holding your leg up and against his hip.  “What is it, little dove, are my fingers not enough?” He pushed them in a little more, pulling them out again and you dug your fingers into his arms, grunting in frustration, that only made him chuckle further. “Feisty.” He clenched his jaw as he pushed his fingers all the way in, curling them on their way out and brushing against your sweet spot inside of you. He watched your every reaction as you threw your head back in pleasure, body starting to tremble in his hold. You choked out a moan as he pushed them back in just as slow as the first time, it made you want to cry.  “P-please, please fuck me.” You cried out as you felt the burn and ache of your core. His hungry haze only watched as you slowly lost your resolve under him, your patient slowly withering.  “That’s my good girl.” He praised as he pulled his fingers out and turned you around in place, hand resting on the back of your neck and pushing you against the wall.  You leaned back into him, feeling him press his cock to your bare ass, slowly grinding on his erection. He watched, cursing under his breath, and his free hand slammed down against your bare ass, making you jump in pleasured surprise, the burn of his palm against your wet skin delicious.  He gripped at the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, but slowly gliding his tip between your soaked folds, watching as you clenched around nothing.  “Fuck, stop teasing me and fuck me like I’m your bitch already.” You grunted out in frustration, your cheek pressed to the wall, and Jungkook took your words to heart, finally pressing his tip into your entrance and pushing all the way in one swift move, cock easily sliding with how wet you were. You barely had time to make a sound at the feeling of finally being filled by him, before he was pulling out and thrusting hard and deep into you once more, stilling deep inside of you as he felt your tight walls clamp down around him.  “God, you’re so tight.” He mumbled out. One of your hands reached back to grip at his hips, your fingers digging into his skin to keep him still for just a little longer as you felt him heavy against your cervix, and when you let go, he started a relentless and violent pace into you.  The sound of slapping skin reverberated around the bathroom, surely loud enough for whoever was next to your room to hear. Your loud lewd moans and whimpers weren’t any better, and you yelped as his hand landed on your ass hard once more, ripping a high-pitched moan of his name from you.  “That’s it, baby, let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” He spoke out between clenched teeth at the effort he was putting into fucking you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice faltered, allowing you to hear just how strained it was.  The drag of his cock inside of you was perfect, you could feel all the ridges and veins rub against your walls and his tip brush against that sweet spot with each stroke in and out of you, you could feel the familiar tail of your high approach you, growing tighter and tighter with each second and letting him know you were getting close.  You were suddenly opening your eyes when you felt him pull out, groaning in pain as he gripped the base of his cock to keep him from cumming, you turned your head in his direction and he was turning you once again, gripping at the base of your thighs and lifting you into his lap, pressing your back against the wall.  It was all too familiar.  “I want to look at you when you cum.” He whispered against your lips as he aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance once more. He pushed inside, the feeling of being full again making your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he moved slowly this time, wanting to feel every little inch of you while he looked at you.  Your eyes met his as your chest heaved, glossy and hooded, as you let him read into your soul as he fucked into you.  He grounded slow and deep into you, lips touching yours softly, kissing you softly. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, one hand brushing his wet hair back as you both drowned in each other. This wasn’t fucking anymore, this was passion, want, love.  You could feel him even more from this angle, feel the way your stomach bulged slightly when he bottomed, feel the slow and wet drag of him inside of you, rubbing harder into the sweet spot that had you seeing stars.  Your brows furrowed, a whine leaving you as you felt your high approaching you again, his own furrowing in the same silent agreement that you were both going to cum.  “Cum for me, little dove.” He whispered out against your lips, hips stuttering as his high approached him. “Cum with me.” He breathed out.  And you let yourself let go, feeling your orgasm hit you so strong that your vision flashed white for a few seconds. Your walls clamping down on him so tight and violently it coaxed his own high. You trembled in his arms as you felt the peak of your high make you arch against the wall, your lips parting to let out high pitched breathy moans as you felt his cock twitch and coat your walls as he fucked into you, riding out both your highs. His low and dragged breathy groan bounced off the walls, ringing in your ears as you felt his body shiver with his release, finally stilling when he felt you wince in overstimulation.  You both must have stayed still for minutes, just hearing the sound of the heavy water jets hit the side of his body and the floor and your ragged breathing, Jungkook’s forehead rested on your shoulder and your hands caressing his scalp in the back of his head.  After what felt like forever, he slowly slipped out of you, placing your sore legs down onto the wet floor, but he didn’t pull his head off your shoulder. He just pressed his body against yours, his arms snaking around your frame.  “I love you.” You whispered out, closing your eyes as you rested your cheek against his chest.  You’d blame it on the post-orgasm bliss but in all reality, you did. You just needed him to hear you say it. And he did, his body trembled in place at the words ringing around the bathroom, slowly pulling away from your shoulder to look at you.  “I love you, Y/N.” He spoke out in barely a whisper, but you felt it with every letter.  You both stayed in silence, just admiring each other and the weighted of the moment as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, cheeks, lips, chin.  “You think they heard us this time?” You questioned as he pulled away, brushing the wet hair off your face.  “I fucking hope they did, they were starting to get too touchy, I’m possessive.” He admitted as he smiled at you, you lifted an eyebrow at his admission.  “Don’t worry, even if I’m sure Yoongi can fuck his princess very well, I’m not really interested.” You teased making Jungkook give you a hard glare. You laughed loudly at his reaction, watching his jaw clench.  “Don’t make me picturing my unit fucking you, I’ll shoot them in the dick.” He warned, and even if he could be joking, you knew he probably would.  You both slowly moved under the water, starting to actually do what you both had planned to do, and that was, wash up.  Jungkook was quiet as he helped you watch your back, rubbing the soap gently against your skin.  “Would you, though?” He asked as he focused on the task, making you look back at him.  “Would I what?” You questioned.  “If It weren’t me, would you sleep with anyone else from the unit?” He asked flicking his eyes up to you for a second.  You chuckled, this was very domestic.  “Why do you want to know, are you just trying to find out who you gotta keep an eye out for?” You asked as you turned in your place, grabbing the soap from his hand and rubbing it against his chest.  “I’m genuinely curious.” He shrugged. You breathed in, thinking for a few seconds before you answered.  “Yes.” He squinted, you pursed your lips.  “Yoongi.” You admitted and his lips parted in a silent scoff.  “I fucking knew it, fucking bleach-blond bastard.” He huffed shaking his head, and you only laughed at his reaction.  “What can I say, I’m into the mean, witty answer cocky type.” It was your turn to shrug, still laughing at him. “And I know for a fact he’s packing, felt it a couple of times when we were training, that boy gets easily turned o-“ He almost growled with your answer, but you were enjoying the playing teasing, watching him get possessive, jealous, it was fun.  “You’re mine.” He growled out, gripping at your hips tightly, making you gasp, a new wave of arousal flooding you as you looked into his dangerous eyes.  “I’m yours.” You reassured under your breath.

After Jungkook showed you just how much you were his for a second, third, and fourth very quick and hard time while you were drying yourselves, you both finally decided to join the rest of the unit in the main room. As you both made your ways down the stairs, hand in hand, the boys were all seated at the dining table lazily, empty plates in front of them.  “I would have said get a room, but that also doesn’t seem to keep us from hearing you both act like horny teenagers,” Jimin complained as you both made your way to them.  You blushed as you sat down, Jungkook smirking as he went around the table and put the absurd amount of food on his plate.  You only sat as the boys continued to talk. As Jungkook sat beside you, you looked at the end of the large table, Namjoon was quiet as he listened to Yoongi talk, but his eyes were on you, observing you. Regardless of you both having introduced yourselves earlier, he still seemed intrigued and somehow, the look in his eyes made you shiver.  “So, we should talk about the plan, we only have two days to prepare,” Jungkook spoke as he used his hand to put the piece of chicken inside his mouth.  His unit quickly turned to him, paying attention to their commander.  “Namjoon, what do you got for us?” He asked, resting his back on the chair, one hand placed above the table and his head tilted to the side, his legs parted. Jungkook seemed like his normal self like this, closed, dark, dangerous.  Namjoon’s eyes shifted to you for a second before looking back at Jungkook, he breathed in.  “We have an opening in an auction ship, it’s a gala event, masquerade.” He started. “The ship will leave around Nine PM and should cross the border at around Eleven.” He stated.  “So, we’ll have to stay hidden for two hours,” Yoongi commented.  “Yes. it’s the only ship that won’t be intercepted by border police. If we’re able to cross the border without any trouble, I can arrange a small boat to meet us on the other side, so we can go to the safe house.” He continued.  Jungkook shook his head.  “No, we can’t involve outsiders, the chances of them betraying us are too high.” He leaned both elbows against the table. “What is our other option?”  Namjoon pursed his lips.  “We can always stay on the boat, but then we won’t be able to stay hidden for long until it reaches the docks, they do security checks every three hours, we’d have to be part of the party.” He put a hand on his chin as if in deep thought. “The problem is, she isn’t exactly a strange face right now.” He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at you. “She’s been all over the news worldwide.”  You slowly shrink in your seat, eyes falling to the table. You were the one making the whole plan to guarantee your safety difficult.  “What if I change myself, I don’t know, cut my hair, paint it?” You suggested and Jungkook turned to look at you.  “That could help, especially if your face is partially hidden.” Said Namjoon.  “It seems like a cool plan, but we’re forgetting the most important thing...” Hoseok started. “Sneaking into the boat and staying there for two hours is one thing, having an invitation is another.” And you bit on your lower lip, he was right. You looked at Jungkook, ready to reason with him on the idea of another boat to meet them beyond the border, but Namjoon chuckled.  “Please, are you forgetting who I am?” He arrogantly spoke, making Jimin roll his eyes and Taehyung chuckle. “I’ll get an invitation, but I probably won’t get eight, probably one for myself and a plus one, I can put the rest of you on as waiters.” “And who is going to be your plus one?” Jungkook asks, even though he already knew the answer.  “Why, Raven, of course?” His mouth slowly lifted in a side smirk.  You wanted to be annoyed at his arrogance, but it was somehow so attractive that it made you shiver once more in your seat, even if Namjoon was someone Jungkook trusted, the little stunt he had pulled earlier had you doubting his loyalty.  “I’ll do it.” You spoke out, almost challenging.  The boys all looked at you.  “Ok, let’s start planning then,” Jungkook spoke out, lifting from his seat. “Raven, eat something, Namjoon, I need to speak to you... Alone.” He said before he walked out.  Namjoon only carried an amused smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked from Jungkook to you for a second before he got up from his seat to follow.  “Excuse me.” He said low before he was out of the room.  “Those two will never change,” Taehyung commented as he got up from his seat and walked to the couch, dropping down and reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve a flask.  “So it’s not just me, the tension is real?” You spoke out, reaching across the table to grab a piece of bread. It was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle.  “Oh, it’s real all right, sometimes too real.” He tiredly spoke out, resting his head back against the chair, you furrowed your brows, looking at Jin, who still ate quietly, that man could eat for hours if allowed.  “It’s a long story, Raven, are you sure you’re up for it?” He said as he swallowed his food, you munched on a piece of bread, nodding.  “Well... When Jungkook joined White Tiger, Namjoon was his first in command, we had two years of training with Joon in charge, and let me tell you, he did not go easy on Jungkook. As a matter of fact, it was noticeable just how differently he treated him. More severe punishments, longer hours in the heat of the desert, even doing mundane things as serve him coffee in the morning or cook breakfast for the rest of the unit. But, Jungkook was very dedicated, he took every beating, every humiliation, every hard task until he eventually ranked up and become commander, above Namjoon. We all expected him to get his petty revenge of him, but instead, he still looked at him for guidance, it was Jungkook and right beside him Namjoon, the both almost commanded as a duo at one point. If Jungkook gave a strategy and Namjoon wasn’t in par with it, he’d change his mind. He looked up to him even if he was his commander. Things changed though when Jungkook fell in love with a soldier from another unit.” You shifted in your seat. Uncomfortable with the thought of Jungkook falling in love prior to you. You knew that it was only natural, even you had fallen in love before him, but still, it felt weird. “Her name was Irina.” Jin looked down at the table. “She was what you can call a very fierce soldier, she was fast, sharp, loved bantering with Jungkook when we were out in the field. And eventually both our units got paired together for a special rescue mission that would last about two months. Of course, Jungkook and Irina got close and his feelings bloomed, she on the other hand, just wanted to get laid... And Jungkook wasn’t the only one.” Your eyebrows raised at the implications of what he was saying.  “So... Namjoon?” You asked, and Jin chuckled bitterly.  “Oh, Raven... Yes, but not just him.” He looked at the boys and your eyes followed.  “Me.” Yoongi raised his hand, head still rested back and eyes closed.  “Me too.” Jimin chimed in, nodding.  “Did she fuck the whole Unit?” You asked with surprise. Not that it was a problem, but honestly, how powerful could this one woman be to sleep with seven of the most gorgeous yet dangerous man on the planet.  “Not me,” Jin said, shrugging. “My heart is taken.” He put a grape into his mouth. “But that’s not the point, and her sleeping around isn’t the point either, the point is... Feelings. Jungkook had feelings for her, the rest of the boys didn’t, but Namjoon on the other hand.” He raised an eyebrow.  “So you’re telling me that because of one girl there’s tension?” You raised your foot to rest on the chair.  “No, you see, Jungkook looks up to Namjoon as an older brother, we’re all family here. The tension isn’t because they both were in love with the same girl, the tension is there because Jungkook let go of her for Namjoon, and when the mission was a go, Namjoon made a wrong call, didn’t listen to Jungkook and she didn’t make it.” Jin finished.  So, she had died.  “Jungkook trusts Namjoon, though, that was a long time ago,” Yoongi spoke, opening his eyes and looking at you. “He made a mistake and there were casualties, unfortunately, but, they both forgave each other and moved on, the tension is still there though, and with you in the picture, it just puts Jungkook on edge.” He explained. “If Namjoon makes a mistake, Jungkook not only fucks up a mission, but he loses someone he loves.”  You breathed in, understanding the situation a little more now that you knew why the air shifted when they both spoke about your safety.  “Joon dropped out of WT after that, started working with... Well, even we don’t know what he does, but he’s filthy rich, moves in the shadows, and can kill you in a blink of an eye.” Taehyung spoke from the couch, taking another sip from his flask.  “Like a Ninja,” Hobi added.  “Shut up, Hobi.” Jimin chuckled. “Namjoon hasn’t fucked up ever since. I think he learned his lesson.” He nodded.  “Honestly, though, It’s kind of fun to watch their sense of competition even though they love each other to death, the way they just stare at each other for minutes on end, challenging to see who blinks first.” Yoongi cracked his neck.  “So, it’s a pissing contest?” You leaned against the table, rolling your eyes. Men. “It starts with staring, and soon their whipping out their dicks to see which one is bigger.” You let out an airy chuckle.  “I can assure you mine is bigger.” You heard Namjoon’s voice coming down the stairs, Jungkook not following. You spun your head around in his direction, ignoring his comment.  “Everyone, time to call it a night, we have things to do tomorrow.” He informed in the middle of the stairs, looking down at his unit.  The boys all silently agreed, all exhausted and ready for a good night’s sleep.  “The only reason I like Armstrong is because the beds are fucking amazing.” Taehyung made his way to the stairs.  “And the food,” Jin added.  “And the showers.” Jimin also added.  “Let’s not talk about showers while Raven is here.” Yoongi teased, getting up and following the others up the stairs. You shot him the middle finger, still seated and chewing on the food in front of you.  “Goodnight everyone.” You spoke out and received mumbled ‘good night’s back.  It was quiet for a while after they all disappeared into the wing, but soon you heard footsteps, already knowing they belonged to the tall man.  He slowly made his way to you, pulling the chair right beside yours and sitting, crossing one leg over the other.  “So they told you the story.” He spoke out calmly. You only nodded, not looking up at him and he hummed.  “So... Bro’s before hoes isn’t your thing?” You finally questioned, looking up at him, he chuckled, amused with your words.  “We don’t choose who we fall in love with, Raven.” He spoke out with longing in his voice and regret in his eyes. “I was madly in love with her and didn’t even know she was fooling around with anyone else until Jungkook came to me for advice.” He breathed in. “At first I debated in weather I should tell him or not, but I could see that look in his eyes, you know? Jungkook has this boyish look to him sometimes.” And you knew what he was talking about. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him at first. But once I realized she was sleeping with everyone, I told him. I told him to protect him because I knew that he would give her up immediately.” He looked at you. “And he did, and I would love to say that it was one hundred percent for unselfish reasons, but there was also a part of me that wanted her to myself.” He admitted. “And to be fair, she was in love with me too.” He looked down at the table.  You felt sympathy for him, not for his ‘protecting Jungkook’ excuse, but because even if you don’t think he did the right thing, he still lost someone he loved.  “The day of the mission, it was a bad call, it was too quiet, and I felt like we had an opening, Jungkook, on the other hand, felt like something was wrong. And instead of hearing him out, I gave the command to go forward. Irina was first in line as we entered the building. Motion triggered bomb went off, and we had to retreat.” He wet his lips. “Couldn’t even get her body back.” His voice lowered in tone.  You breathed in.  “I’m really sorry.” You sincerely offered him. He looked up at you, eyes less mysterious than before.  “I’m still in the process of forgiving myself. I send her family money every month, more than I should, honestly.” He furrows his brows. “But, it gives me a sense of comfort to know that I can provide at least something for them.” He smiled bitterly.  “We all make mistakes, ones bigger than the other, but mistakes are mistakes and there is no point in trying to change the past. I’m sure you’re a good man and your intentions are good, but I’m not just saying this because my life is at risk, I’m saying this because I love these boys, I love Jungkook...” You slowly got up. “Don’t fuck up, we need you.” You admitted. He looked up at you, nodding in understanding and someone cleared their throat up in the mezzanine. You looked up.  “Time for bed, Raven.” Jungkook looked down with shining eyes and you smiled wide when you saw him, looking quickly back at Namjoon.  “Goodnight.” You said quickly.  Preparing for the plan was easier than you thought. Art? You knew well about it. Etiquette? You were raised into it. How to portray a sophisticated, well educated, elegant woman? That was your essence. While you still trained with Yoongi and Jungkook in the two days prior to the mission, you still were curious as to what Namjoon did, who he was in general. He was a quiet, yet mysterious man. He was obviously rich, at this point, you assumed all of them were, but there was still something different about Namjoon, a certain Malice to him that had you always watching from the corner of your eye when he sat in the corner of the room with a black notebook in his hand, almost similar to Jungkook’s.  You and Jungkook had spent barely any time together other than the first night and training. In between he was with Namjoon, making sure everything happened according to plan, making sure there were no loopholes, not bad calls.  So when you woke up the day of the mission to an empty bed, you sat up, breathing in deeply as you looked around. You noticed the white sating robe hanging on the bathroom door and left the bed walking towards it, there was a note.  “Spend this day as if nothing had changed. You deserve it. - JK.” You smiled, taking the soft fabric in between your fingers to feel it. It had been a while since you looked at something so pretty, and as simple as a white sating robe could be, it made you nostalgic. You placed it over your white top and shorts and made your way to the main entrance, furrowing your brows as you looked down from the mezzanine, seeing a table fool of food and Namjoon at one end, dressed in his dark gray suit and bringing a white porcelain mug to his lips while he read the same black notebook from the other days.  “Good morning.” He spoke without looking at you. You flinched slightly at the sound of his voice echoing through the space. You would ask how he noticed you were there, but you remembered he was just as deadly and sharp as the others.  Sighing and slowly making your way down the stairs you sat quietly at the other end, avoiding eye contact.  “How did you sleep?” He asked, making small talk. You looked up as you reached for a pastry.  “I slept well, thank you.” You answered simply. For some reason, being around Namjoon made you nervous, not in a predatory kind of way, but as much as you loved Jungkook, Namjoon was what you would call your type before all of this had happened. “Where are the boys?” You asked, wondering.  “They’re at work.” He answered finally looking up at you, you gave him an inquisitory look. “They’re waiters today, work started at six am sharp for them, preparing for the gala.” He explained. You nodded, biting into the sweet pastry.  The rest of breakfast was quiet, not only did Namjoon understand you weren’t one to talk much, but you had a feeling he sensed you were uneasy next to him.  When you finished, you slowly got up.  “Excuse me.” You said quietly and as you turned to make your way to the stairs he spoke.  “Raven.” You turned to him, he hadn’t called you by anything other than your code name since the day you arrived. “There should be a dress and some other accessories for you in the bathroom, we leave at seven.” He informed while a smile that bordered on the amused.  You didn’t answer, instead only nodded and made your way back to your room.  Time went by quicker than you’d like to admit, and when it was time for you to get ready, you were surprised to see everything you needed in the bathroom. Makeup, hair die, jewelry, high heels, and hanging from the wall a black velvet dress with a low chest line with falling straps and a high side opening. Instead of surveying everything, you quickly got ready, more nervous about the mission than enchanted with the fancy things.  You remembered Jungkook’s words as you looked at yourself in the mirror once you were ready. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.” He had said. You felt beautiful, but the constant dread inside of you also made you feel small, vulnerable. You leaned against the sink, taking a few deep breaths before you fixed your holster higher up your thigh, placing your gin right in the middle. You looked like a different person, your hair now a completely different shade from the one you had grown up with. It suited you, you thought. The dress hugged your body perfectly, the thick velvet straps handing from your shoulders and your breasts perked up. The side cut came all the way to the beginning of your tight, allowing your leg to peak out when you walked, and on your feet, simple black stilettos. You had decided for a minimalistic look on your face, a thick wing eyeliner, and red lips, ears adorned with what you were surprised to find out, were real diamond earrings and a bracelet.  Making your way to the main entry, you spotted Namjoon once more.  Oh, it wasn’t fair.  He wore a fitted black suit, undershirt just as black and no tie. His hair was parted in the middle, perfectly styled and he had abandoned the glasses. You made your way down the stairs, holding onto the tail of your dress and his eyes looked up at you, fixing his cuffs.  If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was gaping. Quickly swallowing and extending his hand once you were close enough to take it.  “You look stunning.” He commented once you were face to face. You blushed, pursing your lips.  He was quiet as he looked at you, eyeing down your dress.  “The dress is beautiful, please thank whoever chose it out.” You tried to break the uncomfortable silence.  “You’re welcome.” He lifted a brow.  You looked up at him. He had chosen the dress. He surely was a man of fine taste.  “Should we go?”  You swallowed, apprehensive.  He didn’t say anything, instead, he turned his back to you and reached for something on top of the couch, turning his finger, signaling you to turn around. You did, waiting.  He placed the mask slowly over your eyes, you lifted your hand, holding it in place as he tied the lace ends together behind your head. As you turned to him, he placed his, looking at you and lifting an eyebrow. This man was seriously mysterious.  “Time to go.” He informed.  Namjoon walked past you, stopping just ahead and extending his hand once more, you took it, following him into the hallway and out to his large garage. He chose a more discrete car, a black BMW sedan, and helped you get in, making his way to the driver seat.  When you were both out into the city, you clutched your knees tightly, eyes roaming around everything and heart beating violently in your chest.  “What’s wrong, Raven?” Namjoon asked as he drove, not taking his eyes off the road.  “I’m just... I’m not used to being out in public, not used to not being around Jungkook or Yoongi, and the rest of the boys.” You admitted, feeling the anxiety swirl in your stomach as the night city lights flashed by. Namjoon was quiet.  “Let’s talk, then, ask me anything you want to know, maybe that will distract you, Raven.” He said in a calm voice. You chuckled bitterly.  “You haven’t called me by my name once ever since we met.” You said.  “Well, I stick to protocol most of the time, I just don’t call the other by their code names because we’re intimate, although, I do sometimes call Taehyung Gallaticus just to tease him.” He laughed. You turned your head in his direction.  “Wait, so Gallaticus is his code him?” You asked.  “Yes, just as Red Hawk is Jimin’s and Seamore is Jin’s, we just call that the locations because that’s where they are.” He shrugged.  “So, what are the other’s code names?” You rested your back against the leather seat, feeling calmer.  “Hoseok is Fire Lily, he chose it himself, we kind of made fun of him for a while, but honestly, the kid is a flower, it makes sense. Yoongi is Nirvana, not like the band, like the literal meaning, although he does have a grunge way to him.” Namjoon’s lips stretched into a fond smile, something you hadn’t seen so far.  “And Jungkook?” You were the most curious about.  Namjoon only glanced your way, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.  “Black Crow.” He answered.  You were quiet as it settled in, you remembered the day in the car, in the desert. The day when you chose your code name, and he had said it fits you. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn’t, maybe life, destiny, whatever it was, wanted you and Jungkook to meet despite the horrible circumstances, and that meant you weren’t meant to die, not now, not yet. Not without sharing a life with him, regardless of how that life would be after you told the world the truth, regardless if you’d have to be on the run if you’d go back and be a diplomat again. If everything suddenly changed, if Jungkook came to the conclusion that you weren’t meant to be, you’d always be Raven and he would always be Black Crow.  Sooner than you expected, you were parking at the valet, at the docs, Namjoon quickly making his way around the car as he stopped the valet boy from opening the door, assuming you’d be nervous with such an interaction. He helped you out, taking your hand and putting it under his arm as he walked you to the boat. As you both waited in line, you squeezed Namjoon’s arm, eyes roaming around nervously, what if someone recognized you? “Raven... You’re safe.” He whispered as you approached the two men at the entrance of the boat. Namjoon just kindly said his name, not a fake one, just his name, and they quickly checked the list, smiling and indicating for the both of you to make your way in.  When you both boarded you looked around, looking for the other six, wondering where they were, just a glimpse of them and you’d feel safer. But the uniformed waiters were nowhere to be seen so far and Namjoon pulled you along to a more secluded area of the boat.  You barely noticed you were out of breath until Namjoon held you by your arms, making your look at him. Your eyes were slightly bulged, chest rising, and falling rapidly.  “You’re safe.” He spoke more firmly. “The others are here, they’re armed, I’m armed.” He raised his eyes to the crowd, making sure no one could hear him. “You’re safe.” He said once more, making you nod and breath in deeply. He comforted you, caressing his hand up and down the sides of your arms.  “Mam, a drink?” You heard one of the waiters offer. You barely looked at the man as you took the glass of water, not until he spoke again. “Touch her like that again and I’ll cut your fingers off.” Your head spun around to look at the man.  Jungkook. It was Jungkook.  Carrying a tray of water.  He was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black bowtie, black pants, and shiny shoes. His hair was pushed back, styled as you had never seen before and your eyes bulged. Namjoon only chuckled at his commander’s comment and Jungkook finally looked at you, eyes ranking down your body and back up, pitch black with darkness. Your breathing picked up again at the pure danger in his eyes.  “You look fucking sinful.” His whispered and you felt a shiver roll down your body. “I’d like to personally get you out of that, more like rip you out of that.” He smirked. Smirked.  “That’s a three thousand dollar dress, Jungkook,” Namjoon informed.  “Yeah? And you can suck my dick.” He argued with the older. “Let’s get back to work, lay low.” He informed before he sent you a wink and walked back to the crowd.  And you barely noticed you were calmer as he walked away.  He was here, Jungkook was here. And so were the others.  You were safe.  They were safe.  Weren’t they?

raven unit v (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter five: safe house. ✎  [8k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death, oral (male receiving, sorry not that much smut in this chapter) With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter three. .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 n/a: After a long hiatus due to work, I’m here to finally post the fifth chapter of Raven Unit. The next chapter will be the final chapter of this series and I can only say for now, it’s been a ride. I really hope you enjoy it. It’s shorter than the others and highly unedited, but I just wanted to post as soon as I could. Please, send me messaged, anything, your support and love for this series has been what motives me to keep going and I’ll never take that for granted. Thank you so much. <3 Now onto the chapter. 

You had spotted Jimin and Jin a couple of times as you and Namjoon were quietly still in your corner, watching as the partygoers spoke to each other avidly. The discrete radio in your ear was also dead silent, only to be used in case something changed. The tension had eased a little as you drank a single glass of wine. Maybe you should have eaten more before leaving.  Namjoon remained quiet as he observed the party, eyes now giving away his soldier ways as they sharpened to any sudden movement close to you, and you were thankful for the silence.  Looking around your eyes searched for Jungkook, you hadn’t spotted him after he had threatened Namjoon, you’d feel a lot calmer if you could just see him, keep your eyes on him. Make sure he was safe.  A gasp left you when you felt a warm palm against your own, head turning to look at Namjoon that offered you a comforting smile.  “Loosen up, nothing is going to happen, all you need to do is to be yourself.” He smiled, and you frowned. Be yourself is the last thing you needed to do. “Well, you get the point.” Your lips parted to give him a witty answer when you were interrupted by the sound of a voice.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Elizebeth Gala.” Your gaze moved to the tall man sporting a fine tailored suit, he had a glass of champagne in his hand and he looked oddly familiar. “I’m pleased to see everyone has adhered to our masquerade theme this year.” He continued, he was young, perhaps a little older than Jin, but still oddly familiar. “I hope you all enjoy the event, dance, enjoy the food and the music, it’s a pleasure to receive you all.” He makes a quick toast, eyes moving in your direction, and for a moment you’re nervous. Once everyone goes back to their conversation, the man is slowly making his way towards you, your eyes slightly building behind the mask and your hand automatically wraps around Namjoon’s arm.  “Mr. Kim, fancy seeing you here.” He stops in front of you both, gaze moving towards Namjoon. “Mr. Wang, I’d say the same, wouldn’t expect you to be out so soon.” Namjoon retorted politely. Your brows furrowed. They knew each other. The handsome man scoffed, eyes rolling as he downed his champagne and placed on a passing tray.  “Well, they can’t keep me locked forever, I have good lawyers.” He placed his hands in his pockets, shrugging. “I guess I owe you one.”  Namjoon chuckled, a melodic laugh that was too unfair to be true.  “Don’t get caught next time or I’m keeping them.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about, your gaze moving from one to the other as they had the cryptic conversation.  “And who might this beautiful lady be?” The man’s gaze shifted to you, eyes boring down your figure, but not in a nasty way.  Namjoon’s lips parted to answer, but you quickly extended your hand.  “Raven, it’s a pleasure.” You smiled at him, finding newfound confidence within you.  The man lifted a brow, taking your hand, but to your surprise he lifted the back of your palm to his lips, placing a kiss to it.  “Enchantée.” He - cheesily added.  “So, Mr. Wang, how do you and Namjoon know each other?” You wrapped your arm back around Namjoon’s arm once again, the man stifling beside you.  “Please, call me Jackson.” The man winked. Too many cliches for one man, but suddenly the name rang clearer in your head. Jackson Wang. You had a faint memory of seeing the news and his name popping up when they announced they had one of FBI’s most wanted under custody “Oh, Namjoon, and I go way back. He’s safe kept some of my... Art a few times when I was... Unavailable.” It all came back to you now, one of the most infamous con artist of all time. Had made million-dollar heists. Art. Banks. Politicians. “But of course, my collection isn’t by far as vast and luxurious as Namjoons, I’m sure you’ve seen it.” His gaze shifted to the man beside you, Namjoon stood silent, looking straight at the other man.  “Oh, I’ve seen it.” You faked a wide grin. “Was quite taken back by the Caravaggio first time I saw it, matter of fact, I think I heard somewhere that It had been stolen a few years back...” You furrowed your brows, bringing one finger up to your lower lip inquisitorially. “Isn’t that right, Joonie?” You tilted your head to look at him.  Namjoon has his tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek, annoyed.  “Oh, the Caravaggio, if he doesn’t take good care of it, I might just sneak in someday and take if for myself.” Jackson continued, but Namjoons brows raised.  “Oh, you can definitely try. But my security is better than the Louvre, my friend, where I borrowed it from, and plus, I don’t mind killing intruders.” Namjoon smiled widely, bringing the glass in his hand to his lips.  “Are you at least going to finally tell me how you breached that?” Jackson lifted a brow.  “Nope,” Namjoon answered, emphasizing the ‘p’ as he took yet another sip from his drink.  “Well, in that case, I think it’s time for me to return to the party.” He chuckled, looking your way. “Raven, it was a pleasure meeting such a stunning woman.” He gave you a slight bow and made his way back to the crowd.  You and Namjoon were quiet for a while, not a word exchanged, but you couldn’t help it, you started shaking your head, dumbfounded by the information you just got.  “A fucking con artist.” You blurted out.  Namjoon quickly pulled to further back onto the boat.  “Keep it fucking down, people can hear you.” He whispered, quickly looking around and bringing one hand up to fix his hair.  You turned in his direction, crossing your arms.  “So is everything about you a pissing contest?” You questioned, and he rolled his eyes, finally a semblance of a non-poised man.  “I just enjoy art.” Was his answer.  “You can just go to a museum and enjoy it there, in case you’re unaware.” You retorted.  “I didn’t steal it, I borrowed it. Besides, the Art Mafia is very real and I assure you more people are safe with some of them in my hands than they are in museums.” Namjoon shrugged.  “I knew there was something fishy about you.” You chuckled, the alcohol making you a little more loose than you’d be.  “Doesn’t my sketchy persona make me even slightly more attractive?” The corner of his lip lifted in a smirk. And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive as fuck. But the real thing ringing in your head was... Was Namjoon flirting with you? You took in a deep breath. He knew what he did to you, they all knew.  “Maybe, or maybe it just makes you seem lame.” You teased, a tipsy chuckle leaving you.  “Oh, Raven, I can assure you, I’m far from lame.” That sobered you up. He was certainly flirting with you. But unknown to you, someone was listening in, and that someone walked away right before what you said next.  “Don’t start getting ideas, now, Joonie, I’m a taken girl.” You brushed off his flirting.  “Nah, you’re not my type anyway, I just enjoy the chase.” You suddenly felt comfortable around him for the first time, as if a wall had fallen between you both. And you both talked about art and other things you had in common for the next hour. You had even forgotten what your situation was for a moment before something rang in yours and Namjoon’s ear.  “Suspicious movement on level three, keep your eyes open.” It was Hobi, your nerves suddenly spiked, and you were on high alert.  “Hoseok, what’s up?”  You heard Jungkook's question over the com.  There was a beat of silence before he answered.  “Found two bodies in the laundry carts, I think we have company.” That was more than just suspicious movement. That meant they had found you. What didn’t make sense, though, was how? You quickly eyed Namjoon, he only nodded, it was time to move.  Making your way through the crowd, he guided you by the hand, your eyes quickly moving to the waiters, Yoongi, Taehyung they were all looking, one hand hovering perfectly over where their guns would be. And then you saw another face, one you didn’t know, a menacing one, wearing a disheveled waiter’s uniform, a small bloodstain on the corner of the shirt.  Your eyes bulging as the man walked slowly through the crowd, eyes all the faces, looking for you. He slowly made his way towards you and Namjoon, still not looking at you, and you quickly spotted Jungkook, he had spotted the man as well, but he wouldn’t be able to make his way to you in time, the boat was almost over the border. You were almost there, just a few more minutes.  As the man made his way towards you, it was as if things moved in slow motion, Jungkook reaching for his gun, the slow movement of the man’s eyes moving in your direction. You had to make a decision, and you quickly pulled Namjoon back, turning your back to the man and slamming your lips onto Namjoons.  He stiffed in place as your lips met his, but quickly cupped your small face with his large hands, almost covering most of it as he kissed you back. You kept your eyes open, gaze moving as the man went right past you, not even stopping to look at the kissing couple.  As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled away, quickly turning your head to meet a frozen Jungkook. His eyes glued to you then his gaze moving to Namjoon. He shifted as fast as you could think, gaze darkening, featured hardening, and he took one step.  “Jungkook, not here.“ You heard Jin speak over the com and he stopped, but you could almost see the anger bubbling in his features before he took in a deep breath.  “We’re moving.“ He spoke over the com and you followed him with your eyes. Hands quickly lifting to your lips.  “You can worry about that later, Raven, we have to move.” It was Namjoon who bought you out of your screaming thoughts, pulling you in the crowd and walking to the Jackson, that spoke avidly about something with someone.  “It’s time to repay your debt.” Namjoon interrupted the conversation, making Jackson just glare at the person he was talking to, the same walking away.  “Hit me.” He spoke with amusement.  “I need to get off this boat effective immediately, has to fit at least eight people.” He looked around as he spoke, making sure the second possible attacker wasn’t close.  “I have a motorboat in the back of the boat, should fit everyone.” Jackson didn’t even question. “Follow me.”  You were moving the moment Jackson took a step, skipping as you tried to follow their quick steps.  “Back of the boat,” Namjoon spoke over the com.  As you made your way through the large waste boat, one by one the boy’s appeared behind you, your head turning to spot them, and Jungkook in the back with dark eyes, not even looking in your direction. Once you were finally at the back of the boat it was dark, the boys quickly going past you as Namjoon stopped in front of Jackson, the man putting his hands in his pockets.  “We’re crossing the border as we speak. A couple more minutes and you shouldn’t have any trouble,” Jackson informed.  “You have two armed men on the boat, they’re dangerous, keep your eyes open.” Said Namjoon.  “Oh, I already had seven armed men to worry about. Two more shouldn’t be a problem.” He shrugged. “Besides, I could tell the story of how I helped get the president’s daughter to safety at parties in the future.” You furrowed your brows once his gaze met yours.  “Oh, you didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you? I can spot fine art from a distance, sweetheart.” Your mouth opened, but you closed it, not really knowing what to say.  “Time to go,” Jimin said, you turned your head and noticed the motorboat was already on the water. “ Namjoon thanked Jackson and pulled you along with him. He helped you onto the motorboat, and soon enough, you were on your way, watching the big boat disappear as water splashed lightly around you from the speed you were going.  The boat was silent, everyone quiet and looking ahead, even Namjoon as the only light source was the moon shining above you.  You sat at the far back of the boat, watching them with their backs to you, Jungkook stirring, sailing. You had a dreading feeling that you had messed up. A dreading feeling that it would be hard to overcome this, but you just hugged your arms as the harsh wind blew your hair, messing it up.  The party was over.  It was back to reality now.  It must have taken an hour for you to finally reach the docks. Not one word spoken once the boat was anchored at the dark, empty docks. You had made it, one step closer to being safe, one step closer.  You almost lost your step once your feet met the rotting wood from the dock, Yoongi quickly gripping on your arm, making sure you wouldn’t fall before he was walking beside you, following the others. Your eyes were trained on Jungkook’s back. It was unusual of him to leave your side when you were out in the open like this, and it made you want to curl into yourself.  You all walked until you stopped in front of three cars, Hobi and Jimin quickly moving to uncover them as Namjoon threw a black backpack over the hood and began to undress. You turned around, looking at Jungkook as he too began to undress.  “Jungkook.” He didn’t look at you, didn’t even react. You sighed. “Jungkook.” You tried again. He continued to undress. Back to you.  Losing your patience you closed the gap between you both, gripping at his arm and he quickly pulled it away from you.  “What?” He questioned sharply. You furrowed your brows, a scoff leaving you.  “You can’t be serious. Jungkook, I had to do it.” You started to argue with him, but he remained quiet. You could feel the other men quickly glance up as they all changed. “Jungkook, fucking talk to me.” You insisted once he finally finished putting his gun in his holster.  “Fine, you wanna talk?” He turned to face you. “Let’s fucking talk, Raven.” He quickly gripped at your arm and pulled you into the back of one of the cars, throwing another backpack beside you before he shut the door.  “I’ll drive with her, you guys go along, I want Jin in front of me, Hobi behind me.” He commanded before getting in the driver’s seat and starting the car. “Get dressed.” He commanded to you before he started driving.  You huffed, almost like a teenager, but obeyed, quickly changing into the clothes inside the bag, the same black cargo pants, and the plain shirt. You took off your heels and put on the heavy boots, undoing your hair, taking off your jewelry, and stuffing it all inside the bag before you crawled into the front seat, sitting beside him.  “Put your seat belt on.” He once again commanded coldly. You did so then crossed your arms and it was quiet. The road was dark, it was mostly dirty all around, you could see Jin’s car in front of you and Hobi behind you through the review mirror.  “Talk.” He said.  “I’m not speaking to you while you’re acting like an asshole.” You shook your head.  “Oh, stop being a fucking spoiled brat.” He spat, not looking in your direction.  “I fucking kissed him, so fucking what, Jungkook, there was a man ready to fucking kill me coming in my direction I needed to think fast.” You argued.  “Ah, I see, think fast, so the flirting before that had nothing to do with you suddenly deciding to fucking kiss not only my soldier but my fucking best friend, one I have fucking history with?” He condescendingly asked.  “Of course not! What the fuck do you think I am? I’m in a life-death situation and you think the first thing that comes into my head is to make out with your fucking flirty friend, fuck you!” You lose your patience.  He’s quiet for a few seconds, then he shakes his head.  “So you admit you two were flirting?” You rolled your eyes, both hands coming up to rub at your face in frustration.  “Yes, we fucking flirted, Jungkook. But not only was it playful, but I also told him to not get ideas because I was taken.” You looked away, out the window to the pitch dark desert. “I’m not fucking Irina, I’m not going to sleep with all your friends, I just want you.” And if you hadn’t seen his expression on the reflection of the window, perhaps you wouldn’t have regretted saying those words. You quickly turned to look at him, his brows deeply furrowed, a look of grief in them as he went quiet.  “I’m sorry.” Your voice was quiet. “I’m sorry you lost someone you loved, someone you let go of.” You reached a hand towards him, placing it gently on his cheek. “But I’m not her, Jungkook... I playfully flirty with your friends, but... I don’t want any of them, and they don’t want me.”  “That’s easy for you to say, I can see the way they look at you.” His voice came out contained. “No... They don’t want me. I know they don’t... They respect you and they respect me. It’s just banter... You don’t have to give me up for anyone.” You leaned forward, the seatbelt making it hard for you to reach him fully, but you placed your lips on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered.  “I wouldn’t...” He spoke softly, stance relaxing. “I wouldn’t give you up... Not you.” He quickly glanced at you, before looking back at the road.  “I’m sorry I kissed Namjoon, but it really was a way to hide my face in an unsuspicious manner.” You apologized, thumb grazing softly at his cheek.  “Motherfucker, now I’m going to have to find a way to deep clean your mouth.” He chuckled. “Did he slip in tongue? I swear to god, I’ll use bleach.” He shook his head, and it was your turn to laugh.  “Mmm, maybe a little.” You teased, and he squinted, looking in your direction. “But I know a better way to cleans my mouth from him.” You tilted your head, one hand moving to unclasp your seat belt. Jungkook quickly furrowed his brows.  “What are you doing?” He questioned, putting his eyes back on the road.  “Cleansing my mouth, commander.” You reached down, hand pressing into his clothed middle, and his lips parted.  “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a mission.” He warned you.  “Nothing is going to happen.” You comforted him as you felt his cock hardening under your palm.  “What if something does happen, am I supposed to just start a shootout with my boner hanging out?” He quickly glanced at you.  “Jungkook, shut up and let me suck your cock.” You started to undo his pants. He didn’t argue. Smoothly, you pulled out his hard erection from his pants, eyes shining once his hard engorged head met your eyes, licking your lips as you started to slowly pump him. His gaze fell to the motion of your hand moving up and down slowly on his length.  “Eyes on the road, commander, I know for a fact you’re good at multitasking.” You leaned down, mouth engulfing his tip and sucking on it gently.  “Fuck.” He whispered out, you could hear the light thump of his head against the seat. The curse gave you more motivation, sinking further onto his length, tongue lapping as you took in as much as you could before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock. You pumped him a few more times, noticing his grip tight around the steering wheel, and you looked up at him. Fuck, he was hot. Lidded eyes, slightly swollen lower lip. He must have been biting on it. You decide you want this to be the best head he’s ever had, so you sink back down onto his length, further down until you could feel him in the back of your throat, unable to breathe. Your throat closed around him and he dragged out groan sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. Bobbing your head, you repeated the motion a few times, taking him in deep and stilling, hearing him pant just above you. Little grunts and groans leaving him as you did your best to bring him closer to his edge.  Your mouth pooled with drool, jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, and eventually, you felt a hand rest on the back of your head, fingers threading into your locks before he was gripping. You allowed him to control your motions, understanding that he was a man of control, and he pulled at your head and pushed, setting a pace that made his sounds louder, breathless.  “Fuck, just like that, baby.” He cursed out, and you whined, you wanted to see him. Wanted to see the look of pleasure on his face. His eyes shifting from your head to the road, sharp attention allowing him to drive and edge at the same time.  It wasn’t until you felt yourself choke around his cock at one hard press of your head down that he hissed, croaked out, voice breaking when he spoke.  “I’m gonna fucking cum.” He almost whined out.  And you went faster, bopping your head, drool sticky hands playing with his cock and his groans become more frequent, louder. His grip on your hair tightened until it was painful and he was twitching and spilling into your mouth. Hot spurs of cum coating your tongue and throat as he ground upwards to rise his high.  Like a good girl, you helped him until nothing more came out, swallowing every last bit of his release before you pulled away, sitting up again. He panted, hand moving to the steering wheel again, and you helped tuck him back into his pants before he looked at you.  There was the dangerous, hungry gaze that sent jolts of arousal down your body. You truly felt like he hadn’t shown you just how much he would devour you. And you were eager to find out.  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered out, hand moving to clean the drool from the corner of your swollen lips and bringing it to his own, sucking the thumb into his mouth.  It was amazing how something as simple as that made you blush, calling you beautiful. It made you forget everything, just like at the party, it made you forget you were being hunted down, chased, that you had witnessed, almost felt death multiple times. Right here, with his warm body just beside yours... You felt like you were already saved.  A few hours went by. It didn’t nearly seem like it while you both talked about things you hadn’t had the opportunity to talk about before. Trivial things, really, but in a setting like yours, it was more than welcomed. You had found out Jungkook was obsessed with games. Mostly shooting games, of course, the soldier would be obsessed with shooting games. He defended himself by saying it had improved his strategy views and you laughed at him. His laugh, though, was truly mesmerizing, when he was free, full-body laughter that made your heart feel like it could stop beating at any second. That boyish smile of his when he made fun of your disastrous prom date. It almost felt perfect, if your mind didn’t suddenly sabotage you with the heavyweight of your duty to the world. Jungkook noticed the shift in your demeanor but decided to let you process that on your own, offering his support by placing his hand on your knee. You took it, interlocking your fingers. Soon enough you were going uphill on a rocky road, the car bouncing, and he took his hand away to have a better grip at the steering wheel.  The safe house was atop a hill surrounded by a deep, large forest. The house looked old but large. It was made out of heavy wood, and you could tell it was well taken care of. As soon as the cars pulled up into the large vast driveway, you could see the sky turn a light blue color, indicating the sun was rising, and you didn’t even notice how tired you were before you saw the change. Everyone parked, and Jungkook turned his head in your direction, a deep sigh leaving him. It was as if he could finally relax.  “Welcome to the Safe house, Raven.” His voice came out raspy, and you offered him a soft smile, reaching out for his hand and taking it. There was a silent conversation going on between you both. Everything you both had gone through to ensure your safety, how close to death you had been, how in the middle of this all you still found a way to find love, even if it was all still so fresh. A knock to your window brought you both back to reality, finally exiting the car. Jungkook walked to you, taking your hand as you both met up with the other men.  Namjoon kept his eyes cast down, hands in his pockets. It was different seeing him in anything other than a suit, but you couldn’t deny that it also fitted him perfectly.  “So... Uh...” He began, Jungkook lifting a brow in amusement. “You’re not mad about the kiss, right?” He finally lifted his gaze to his commander.  Jungkook chuckled.  “Nah, it’s fine. She did what she had to do.” Jungkook nodded. “Besides, you’re free to kiss right now if you want, I wouldn’t mind at all,” Jungkook said, and you looked at him, brows furrowing. He only shrugged. You squinted your eyes.  “She sucked your dick in the car, didn’t she?” Yoongi was the one to ask, Jungkook only smirked.  “Yeah, definitely gave him head in the car,” Hobi added in.  “What the fuck?” You cursed out. “Do you guys really need to talk about me giving Jungkook head or not in the car right now?” You felt your face burn hot. Why were they like this?  “It’s not a discussion, you did give him head in the car, I could see your head moving.” Jimin fixed the straps of his backpack.  “Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes.  “Not the first time Namjoon would get dick breath, though.” It was Taehyung’s turn. Everyone looked at him, silent. “What, too soon?”  You all fell into laughter, it felt like it was finally over, deciding to participate in the fun, you pouted your lips.  “Joonie, give me a kiss.” You playfully said.  “You all are children.” Namjoon crossed his arms.  “Let’s settle in, I’m fucking starving.” Jin finally spoke, taking the first step towards the house.  The inside was dark, yet cozy, it had a big fireplace with a large couch and a few armchairs, Jungkook was quick to walk into a room. You only watched everyone move around as if they were familiar with the house. Taehyung and Jimin quickly starting a fire while Namjoon looked through the cabinets for some coffee, Jin and Hobi sat down on the couch and groaned. Everyone was tired.  You looked around for Yoongi, only noticing him walking back from the same room Jungkook was in and joining the other two on the couch.  “Jungkook put up the motion sensors, it’s safe sailing now.” He slumped on the couch and relaxed. Jungkook finally made his way back, watching you, still frozen in place, looking around. “Love what you did with the place, by the way,” Namjoon commented from the wide-open kitchen on the opposite of the living room. You looked at Jungkook.  “So, this is your safe house?” You questioned him, watching him place his hands in his pockets and make his way to you.   “This is my house.” He admitted. “Your original safe house was meant to be somewhere else, I changed things up last minute.” He said looking at the boys and back at you.  You both were quiet for a while, a shy smile playing on your face.  “So, are you going to show me around, commander?” You looked down, reaching out your hand to tug on his shirt.  He sighed, leaning closer to you.  “You really have to stop calling me commander if you don’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone.” He teased, voice raspy.  “There are literally nine rooms in the house. Get one.” Yoongi shouted from the couch.  You chuckled, Jungkook mimicking you.  Jungkook showed you around the house, Yoongi wasn’t lying there were nine rooms, eight bedrooms, and one control room. You saw monitors that showed cameras that spread all over the forest area, they were all motion-triggered and on the wall, Jungkook had a waste collection of guns. You noticed there were no pictures on the wall. If this was his house, you’d think he at least would have pictures of his friends, but to your surprise there was nothing.  He showed you his room. It was simple, a bed, bedside table, no television. It felt... Lonely. But this was after all his home.  “Do you want to rest, Namjoon made some coffee, we’re taking turns keeping watch for the first week.” He leaned against the frame of his bedroom door, crossing his arms like he always did, muscles bulging out, making you really tempted to “rest” with him for the next hours. But for some reason, you were no longer tired, you just wanted to sit down with them, spend some time with everyone.  “No, it’s fine, I just want to relax a little.” He nodded and took your hand, walking back to the living room.  You all sat down in front of the newly lit fire, everyone with coffee mugs in their hands and quiet, all of them contemplating that we had made it. Finally made it.  The responsibility of what you had to do next weighed on your shoulders. But you just looked at their faces, faces of the men that risked their lives for you, that someone took you in, someone that came from a completely different world than them.  “I found out what Namjoon does for a living.” You said, breaking the silence as you brought your own mug of coffee to your lips.  The conversation spurred on after that, Namjoon telling everyone about how and why he got into being a con artist. Everyone pays attention, Yoongi makes fun of him for it and everyone joins in on the laughter. And soon enough the conversation becomes more serious.  “So, Y/N... Do you know what you’re going to say?” Hobi is the one that asks, you’re head is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder and he has an arm around your waist, playing with the material of your shirt. You think about it for a few seconds.  “I guess I’m just going to tell the truth.” You begin. “If people want to believe me or not, that’s up to them, but I’m going to do my part and it’s probably going to open up an investigation.” You took in a deep breath.  “And after that?” Jin was the one that asked. You moved your gaze to him, remembering the conversation you both had at Seamore. After everything was over, what would you do?  “I... I don’t know. I guess it all depends on the outcome. I’ll go back and continue my duty in my father’s place for as long as the people need me, but... Once that’s over, I think I’m done.” You look down at your fingers, contemplating going back to your “normal” life, leaving these men behind.  “I think you’re really brave,” Taehyung spoke. “You went through hell, held yourself pretty well despite losing everyone you trusted, your family, you could just disappear, be presumed dead. But you’re choosing to set the record straight. To fulfill your duties.” Jungkook sighed beside you, you wondered if he also was thinking of the aftermath of it all.  You nodded, a soft appreciative smile tugging on your lips.  “I know this might sound cliche, but... I lost my family, and I feel like life gave me a new one. You know? Like... Six brothers.” You spoke softly.  “Count me out, I’ve thought about fucking you before.” Yoongi chimed in.  “Yeah, me too, sorry...” It was Taehyung’s turn.  “Well, you did kiss me, so...” Namjoon added.  “If one more person speaks up, I’m bringing out my knives,” Jungkook warned.  The boys chuckled, and you pursed your lips, chuckling right after.  “What about you guys, though? What now?” You asked, wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s middle, looking at them.  “Well, I’m going to need to head back to Red Hawk sooner or later.” Jimin sighed out. “Get back to work.”  “Yeah, Gallaticus has been unattended for a while, I might have to go back too,” Taehyung said.  “I can stay for a while after the first week, but I have a job coming up that I need to strategize, so, not for long,“ Namjoon said while resting his head on his hand.  “Same for me, my men need to come back,” Jin spoke out.  You looked at Yoongi and Hoseok, waiting for their answers, but all they did was look at their commander, they were with him till the very end. Jungkook sighed, letting his head rest back on the couch.  “I guess... We go back to our lives.” He finally spoke. You could tell there was a lot going through his head. Doubts, worries. “But you’re free to stay for as long as you like.” His gaze moved to you. You leaned up, pressing your lips to his softly, his eyes fluttering closed as you kissed him tenderly. It wasn’t an answer, but it was an appreciation.  After another hour, everyone started to retreat into their bedrooms, Jin and Jimin taking the first watch. You knew you were safe here, but Jungkook wanted to be sure, so for the first week, they’d take turns. Jungkook pulled you into his bedroom, he was tired, you could see it on his face. He was in his home, he could finally relax, you were safe.  Once you both changed, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, resting your head on his back, and taking in a deep breath. He turned in your hold, wrapping his large arms around your tiny frame and walking backward until the back of his legs hit the mattress. He didn’t even mind falling down onto it with you in his arms, he soaked in it. In the feeling of you.  “Thank you.” You whispered out, nuzzling into his neck as if your life depended on it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated it like a mantra, feeling your throat burn, your eyes burn.  He soothed you, caressing his hand up and down your back, pulling you flush against him.  “You don’t need to thank me. I was just doing my job.” He whispered, pressing his lips to your temple.  “I love you.” You let out in a broken voice, feeling the weight of the world almost lift off your shoulders.  “I love you, little dove.” He searched for your lips, pressing soft, tender kisses to your lips over and over. And then you both stayed like that, in each other’s arms, until you were both asleep.  A routine settled during the first week. Jin and Jimin would take watch during the night and sleep during the day, Taehyung and Namjoon took the day shift. Yoongi, Hobi, and Jungkook decided to continue your training while you were there to keep up not only your strength but their own. It was almost domestic, waking up with Jungkook every morning, soft kisses and morning voices, morning sex - a lot of morning sex - and getting to watch them act more freely with each other. It truly felt like a family. Your new family. Namjoon left once the first week was over. You gave him a long hug, hard and thanked him for everything. He said you were always welcome to come visit him and talk art once everything was over. The second to leave was Jin, not before cooking the most delicious breakfast you ever had and hugging you as tight as he could. You almost cried once he left, but held your tears when he said that you knew what to do now, that he was proud of how far you had come.  Once the second week rolled around Taehyung and Jimin decided it was time for them to leave.  They were both by the door with their backpacks, a lingering sadness on their faces after spending so much time with you.  “I’m going to miss you.” Taehyung hugged you tight. This time you couldn’t help the tears hiding your face into his neck. You didn’t want him to go, you didn’t know when you would see him again. Hugging Jimin, you dried your tears and watched the men say their goodbyes to each other with long lingering hugs and a lot of shared thank you’s.  Once they took off you leaned against the door frame with the three remaining men. The three men that had been with you from the start.  “Hey, Yoongi, and I are going to collect some wood, want to come with us?” Jungkook took you out of your thoughts as you still looked at the empty road ahead of you, where Taehyung and Jimin had left.  “No, I’m fine, I think I’m going to rest for a while.” You said.  “Yeah, I could use a nap,” Hobi added.  “You two get some rest, we’ll be back soon.” Jungkook smiled, leaning in to peck your lips.  Once they’re gone, you sit on the couch, going through all your memories with the men that had left, deciding to lay down you feel something hard underneath you. It was Jungkook’s black notebook. You look at it for a while pursing your lips, your eyes moving to the front door before deciding to take a look.  You weren’t expecting what you saw.  They were sketches.  Some were of people you didn’t know, but you could make out the boys, Yoongi laughing, Hoseok sleeping. Namjoon seated on a rock, Jin with his arms wide open. Jimin doing pushups. Taehyung’s boxy smile. These were all sketches of Jungkook’s family. You flipped through the pages until once sketch caught your eyes. It was you, sleeping against a car window, your pants pulled down your legs. The second was of you smiling in the dessert, a fire in front of you. You flipped through the pages of more and more sketches of you in situations you remembered. Some of only the boys, some of you with them. Your face kept showing up again and again, and you realized why Jungkook didn’t have any pictures around his house.  Because he registered his favorite memories. You found yourself bringing your hands to your lips, more tears filling your eyes.  A knock to the door breaks the moment, your brows furrowing. Jungkook and Yoongi wouldn’t knock, perhaps it was Jimin and Taehyung back because they forgot something. You quickly made your way to the door, opening it without hesitation and a smile on your face, the smile, though, quickly disappeared when you were met with a familiar face you hadn’t seen since the day you met Jungkook.  “Phillip.” You breathed out, surprised by the sudden visit.  “Miss Y/L/N.” He smiled at you. “I’m so happy to see you well.”  You were speechless for a while, still standing at the door.  “Yes... I’m safe.” You said.  “I knew I had chosen the right team to take care of you.” He smiled wider. “Is Jungkook here, I wanted a word with him regarding the mission.” He looked past you, through the door.  “Oh... No, Yoongi and him went to get some wood, but they should be back soon, please, come in.” You made way for him to enter the house.  You shut the door and guided him towards the living room. He sat in one of the armchairs, smiling at you and you sat right across him.  “I can see you guys encountered some trouble.” He said, pointing at the scar on your shoulder, your fingers quickly lifted, tracing the outline of it as the memory came rushing back to you.  “Yes, we had some trouble, but... We pulled through in the end.” You said.  “And have you already decided what to do?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows. “Regarding Jefferson John, I mean, have you decided how you’re going to expose him?” He rested his hands on his lap, the same soft smile on his lips.  “Well, I recorded a video on my first week here... I just haven’t decided what to do...” You started. “Wait... How do you know about Jefferson John?” You questioned, you remembered clearly that you hadn’t told anyone other than the boys about your suspicion. “How do you...?” Suddenly you felt highly suspicious about Phillip showing up, you also remembered Jungkook telling you coming to his house was a last-minute call, how did Phillip know? You didn’t think Jungkook would have told anyone out of the circle.  You suddenly stood up. Backing away from the man, your back hitting the kitchen counter.  He didn’t say anything, instead, he stood and took two steps.  “You have to understand miss Y/L/N, the world is cruel, I’m just doing my job.” He said in a calm voice as if the meaning of those words didn’t indicate that he was going to kill you.  “W-why get a team to protect me, w-why go through all that trouble?” You spat at him, rage fueling in your veins.  “Oh, I had to make sure no one else got the hit, of course.” He said simply.  You blindly patted under the kitchen counter behind you, looking for the gun you knew Jungkook had hidden.  “I selected my best team to make sure an asset as valuable as you were protected, you must understand.” He reached for something on his hip and you heard the click of a gun behind him.  “Hobi!” Your eyes bulged once you saw the man with a gun pointed to Phillip.  “Ah, Hoseok, fancy seeing you here. I guess I miscalculated.” Phillip didn’t even look at him, only pursed his lips, putting his hand back down.  “Phillip, I really don’t want to shoot you,” Hoseok said between clenched teeth.  “That’s why you’re not in charge.” He said before you heard a loud shot come through the window, shattering the glass and hitting Hoseok right on the side of his body.  Your eyes bulged, a loud ripping scream of his name coming from you as you watched him fall unconscious on the floor.  Phillip took out his gun, pointing it at you.  “Stay where you are.” He said, walking backward and kicking Hoseok’s gun further away from his hand. Tears streamed down your eyes as they were glued to your friend’s form, blood soaking through his shirt.  “Now, where were we.” He looked back at you right before you heard gunshots in front of the house. Jungkook was back, you took the moment of Philips distraction to launch yourself forward onto him, hands gripping at his wrist where he held the gun, using your elbow to hit at his jaw and try to disarm him, but he was well trained and you, well, you were barely trained.  It happened fast, Jungkook barging into the house, pointing his gun at the man and you, back flush against Phillip, his arm around your throat and a gun muzzle pressed to the side of your head.  “Let her go.” Jungkook sounded dangerous. He sounded possessed. Sweat dripping down his face and a look of pure rage in his eyes.  “I thought you were smarter than this,” Phillip said, a disappointed tone to his voice.  “I said, let her fucking go, Phillip.” He growled out.  “What are you going to do, shoot me?” He questioned, raising a brow. “You work for me, put your gun down.” He scoffed at Jungkook.  But Jungkook remained in position, ready to shoot.  “Stupid boy.” Was all Phillip said. “Bring him in.” He shouted and from the door came Yoongi at gunpoint, a man in all black with a black mask pressing his gun to the back of his head.  Jungkook’s eyes bulged, looking from you to Yoongi. And right there you understood his internal battle.  “Put the gun down, Jungkook, you’re outnumbered. If you don’t your friend dies.” Phillip grinned.  “Jungkook, don’t put the gun down.” Yoongi warned and hissed when the armed man pressed the gun harder onto his head, spitting out a “shut up”.  He looked at you, ultimate dread in his eyes. And right there you understood what he had said in the desert. When you’re in this line of work, people you love can be used as leverage. Your head went back to the memories you both had shared, to his black notebook. You were happy, he had made you happy, you could see it in his eyes, filling with tears, with dread. Fear, ultimate fear, and grief, one he knew he would feel.  You swallowed the hard lump in your throat as tears streamed down your face.  “It’s ok...” You said. “It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” You reassured him, nodding in the man’s tight hold. “I love you... Thank you for letting me love you, thank you so much for l-letting me love you.” He shook his head, the silent tears falling down his cheek. You could see him tremble.  “Jungkook, please, please don’t fucking do this,” Yoongi argued, receiving a strong hit to his side.  “Put the gun down, Jungkook... It’s ok, I love you.” You watched his stance falter, and you closed your eyes, ready to embrace what was coming next.  You heard the familiar sound of gunshots, the familiar feeling of something hitting you, but not in the head, almost just like the first day, and your body slumped down to the floor, the pain radiating all through your body before you blacked out.  n/a: see you in the next and final chapter of Raven Unit. 

raven unit vi (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter six: raven. ✎  [3.1k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death, oral (male receiving, sorry not that much smut in this chapter) With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 n/a: Before we go on with the final chapter of RU. I would first like to thank everyone that followed me on this war crime/task force fanfic. It was an idea that came into mine and I had a sudden blow of inspiration and I couldn’t stop writing it. It wasn’t in my plans to get as attached to it as I became, but I truly love this story. It was hard having to research about a lot of things and also adding my own twist to it to make sure it was as entertaining as possible for you guys.  I don’t know if this ending is a satisfying one, but it’s truly the full arch of these characters. This is how I had envisioned it from day one, and although the execution wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I wished it would have been (blame it on the slump brain) I’m glad I got the chance to finish this and deliver the ending of this story.  Thank you again, so much for not giving up on me and on Raven Unit, thank you for all the messages, for all the praise, all the screaming in my messages. Those were the moments I laughed and smiled the hardest because knowing that these renditions of characters can make you all feel something is truly what I do this for. You’ve all supported me this far and I’m looking forwards to bringing you all new stories and series in the future (hopefully with better update schedules once I’m on my ADHD medication) but always with love and wanting to guys to have fun with them. Always.  This is a short chapter compared to the others, but I really hope it puts an ending to a rather turbulent story.  Thank you for loving, liking, re blogging and reading Raven Unit. I appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart.  - May. 

“My fellow citizens and the world. For the past two months, I have learned that corrupt, power-hungry men will spare no expense to sell a fake idea of a well-intended person. I have learned that sometimes doing what is right comes with painful consequences, but in the end, your integrity is put on trial. Not only by the world, but by your own self. That life gives you hard choices to make, but one that will define you and your future and what it is to be one for the people.  My father was a good man, a good man that made many good choices in life. A good man that had the good interest of the people. I saw that in him every single day, in the way he raised me, in the way he loved my mother. I saw it in the way he treated his most trusted men and team, and I saw it in his death. But my father also made bad choices, ones that I myself have shamed him from in the past. But knowing the man of integrity he was, I knew he wouldn’t do the right thing to make his story a good one.  What happened two months ago was not the making of terrorists retaliating against us. It was not war-driven, not religiously drive. It was politically driven.  The man that takes his place as my father’s substitute in office as you watch his message is not the man you think he is.  Years ago my father helped him cover up his mistakes that cost the life of an innocent person, a woman, just like myself. One that had a future, one that had dreams. A family. My father made the bad decision to help Jefferson John clear his name for the murder of Clara Mckenzie. Daughter of Henrique Mckenzie. At the time, the case was ruled out for lack of and adultered evidence, but I hope you will find it within you to reopen it and to your jobs free of corruption.  I convinced my father to come clean once Jefferson, in his power lust, started to campaign against him, and that decision cost his and my family’s life.

Jefferson John went to the lengths of getting rid of everyone that knew of the story, including myself. In these two months, I have learned that he had put a price over my head. 1.5 billion dollars.  He has gone through the full length to ensure I was eliminated. But I have a message for you, Jefferson.  I might not be a soldier, not be good in the face of battle. And the scars I carry today on my body and in my mind are on you. They are your doing. But despite my small frame and underestimated strength. I am a fighter. Just as my father was. Just as my mother was. I am just as much as a fighter as Clara McKenzie was. As her family was, but unlike her and my family. You will not silence me. I am a force to be reckoned, not because I use power and money to buy allies and to trigger fear into people. But because I was raised with hope and kindness, empathy, and humbleness. Because I seek truth and value, no matter how many times you or life throws a punch at me, I will be resilient and turn the other cheek.  And that is a lesson you will never know because you are a coward. You hide behind money and lies, and I will no longer allow your facade to stand unwavering. To my fellow citizens, the power is in your hands as it always has been, seeks justice in everything you do, in every step you take.  I knew what I had to do.  I hope you do too” Jungkook repeated the video again, eyes glued to your face, to your words. His eyes moved to the scar of your shoulder, to the dark circles around your eyes in the video. To how beautiful you were. He watched it again. Everyone had seen it now, the whole world. Your name and your bravery had been scattered throughout every single news headline. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, brows furrowing as his ears weren’t even focusing on what you were saying in the video. His mind wandered back to that day.  Two months ago. “It’s ok...” You said. “It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” Jungkook’s head was spinning. He knew what you were going to say, he knew. But he couldn’t think, his heart was racing, beating too loud in his chest, his eyes filling with tears of fear, of dread. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t. Not you, he had said it that day in the car, not you. But the idea of losing his best friend, the man he’s known almost all his life, it stung too deep in his chest. He was torn. He couldn’t lose either of you. He just couldn’t. What was he going to do? If he brought his gun down, he lost you. If he stayed like that, he’d lose Yoongi.  Life was cruel to him, he had come to that conclusion. Right there, right now. It was too painful to think, to make a decision, and he wished he could block out your voice for just a second and find a solution, find any solution.  “I love you... Thank you for letting me love you, thank you so much for l-letting me love you.” Your trembling voice met his ears, pain ripping his chest in two, the quiet mornings, whispered love confessions, the tender kisses, and your laugh bouncing off the walls when Yoongi said something that made you laugh. Your warm skin, the glint in your eyes. Not you. He shook in fear, fear he’s felt only once, with you almost dying in his arms, and now it felt like everything was repeating itself. He knew Phillip would kill you without hesitation. He knew. And he shook, violently shook with the idea of seeing your lifeless body in front of him.  Yoongi’s voice rang in his ear.  A plead to not let you go.  They all loved you. But he couldn’t make this decision. He... Was lost. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do.  From the corner of his eye, he saw movement behind Philip, the place where Hoseok lied unconscious, now empty. He faltered in his stance, his gaze moving to you and your eyes shutting. He quickly lifted his gun and aimed for Phillip’s head, gunshots ringing outside before he pulled the trigger, Hoseok aimed for the man holding Yoongi, a perfect shot knocking him down and Jungkook pulled the trigger.  Time slowed.  Gunshots were coming in from the window, wood, glass, and everything around him shattering, Phillips’s body jolting back and your body flinching as a bullet hit your waist. Jungkook quickly jumped forward to catch you and keep you down, but you were unconscious. He checked your vitals, a wave of relief flooding him as he held you low, crawling with you further back into the house. His eyes met Hoseok's behind the couch. He had a hand over a wound on his side. He looked at Jungkook, panting in pain as things flew and broke all around them.  “Control room.” He indicated, and they crawled, pulling you along with them to the control room.  Once you were all inside, Jungkook took two guns from his arsenal, giving them to Hoseok.  “Shoot anyone that isn’t me or Yoongi.” He said as he packed himself with more guns.  “Who’s shooting at Phillips men?” Hoseok questioned in a labored voice.  “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” He said, stepping out of the room and leaning against the wall, out of sight from the windows. From his place, he could see Yoongi, also with his back pressed against the wall, the dead man’s gun in his hand. Another wave of relief flooded him. He was ok, eyes softening once his friend nodded in his direction.  More gunshots rang outside and fewer shots were aimed at the house. Once they caught a break, Jungkook turned the corner of the wall, aiming out the window and shooting. He had a clear sight of men outside and he took clear shots at them, knocking them down before he hid again. Yoongi did the same, turning the corner of the door and shooting at the men dressed in black, watching as some men fell from unknown bullets coming from the forest.  “Someone is shooting at them!” Yoongi yelled once he hid again. Jungkook shrugging, letting him know he wasn’t aware.  Soon the gunshots silenced. They remained hidden for a few more minutes, looking at each other, attention high, ready to shoot again if needed.  “We leave for a few hours and you get ambushed. What the fuck, Jungkook?” A familiar voice rings from the door. Yoongi is quick to aim his gun before the face looks into the house.  Taehyung and right behind him, Jimin.  “Jesus, fuck, I almost shot you.” Yoongi breathed out.  “Would probably have been a dream come true for you, huh?” He teased.  Jungkook relaxed, looking at the men at his front door.  Jimin walked in.  “We took them all out, the coast is clear.” He said looking once more out the door just to be sure.  “How did you know?” Jungkook questioned, quickly moving to Phillip, making sure the man was dead.  “When we were leaving, we noticed five dark vans coming in your direction, decided to turn back and hide in the woods, make sure everything was ok,” Taehyung answered. Jungkook sighed, looking at them with a silent “Thank you.” “Where is Raven?” Yoongi asked and Jungkook turned on his heels, rushing to the room.  A gun was quickly aimed at him and Hoseok cursed, putting it down.  He crouched down in front of you, clearing the hair out of your face.  “Fuck, she doesn’t look good.” He said, turning you slightly to look at your wound.  “Yeah, and neither do I, motherfucker.” Hoseok argued.  “You’ll live.” He breathed out.  The month you spent in the hospital was a busy one. Jungkook releasing your video to the world had the news of you being alive quickly spread and as you predicted, Jefferson John was quickly put on trial. Files and contracts between him and Phillip were quickly used against him in court, as he was convicted for the murder of the President, your mother, the attempted murder of you, and finally, the murder of Clara Mckenzie. Your stay at the hospital was heavily guarded by the CIA. The only other men allowed with weapons were Jungkook and his team. Weeks of press and interviews followed you were allowed to finish up some work your father had left behind while you were there, Jungkook always silently watching you from his seat in the corner of the room. Sometimes he would scowl at the guards, rolling his eyes at them. It was amusing to you.   Jungkook never left your side the whole time you recovered. You and Hoseok met when it was your walking time in the hallways, you both recovering together. It was a slow process, and Yoongi hit on every single pretty nurse and doctor he met. Surely gloating about how he had been in charge of your safety for the past two months.  Eventually, you were discharged. The secret service insisting you stayed at their quarters, but you denied it, said you were done playing politics. No matter how hard they tried to convince you to run for the next election, sure you’d win.  Instead, you had chosen to go back to the shattered cabin in the woods. You, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok had taken on the task of renovating it together, as a family.  Taehyung and Jimin decided to unite forces and create one unit together. They came to the conclusion that staying away from each other for too long, Red Hawk and Gallaticus becoming one. They would send over alcohol when they had the chance, random bottles of cheap brandy being delivered every now and then.  Jin had gone back to Seamore and continued his life there, popping by once or twice out of nowhere, triggering the motion sensors and making the boys go full-on ready for war only to see a smiling Jin with bags of groceries parking in front of the driveway, saying he had learned a new recipe that he needed us to try.  Namjoon would send you paintings, not stolen ones, but ones he had made himself. Just like Jungkook, Namjoon sketched in his black little notebook and decided to bring them to life with color, and he would send over the ones he thought would be a good addition to the house. Your favorite one being of you and Jungkook seated at the couch with the rest of them all, your lips pressed to his own as the fire warmed you all up. That one hung beautifully over the fireplace.  Everything settled into a safe, calm routine. Jungkook. decided that he rather have his family close, maybe take a break from the war world. Offering Yoongi and Hobi to come to live with him, with the both of you. And you were more than happy with his decision. You were all together now.  You laughed at something Yoongi has said, your eyes searching for the man you loved. You found him seated at the stairs of the front porch, his phone in his hand and brows deeply furrowed in concentration, lost in his thoughts. Walking to him, to stop in front of him just before he paused the video you were tired of seeing, watching him put his phone away with a sheepish look on his face, the boy in him jumping out. You would never get over how handsome he was, even like this, sweaty, damp shirt, locks glued to his forehead, and a bottle of beer hanging from his fingers. Domestic.  “What are you up to, Commander?” You asked, leaning against the wood, lifting a single brow when he didn’t answer. “Still watching that video?” You teased him.  “I think he’s obsessed with you,” Yoongi added, walking towards you both and sitting right beside Jungkook, bringing his own beer bottle to his lips.  “One hundred percent obsessed confirmed.” Hobi chimed in, cleaning his palms on his pants as he came in from inside. The house renovation almost over, only but a few things to fix. “Listen, I can’t help it that she sounds hot when she talks politics.” He defended himself, lifting his hands and shrugging.  “And when she calls him a coward? Oof my dick twitches.” Yoongi shook his head, biting onto his lower lip and gaining a light punch from his commander. The boy complained with a low “Ouch, motherfucker.” and you couldn’t help but chuckle at them.  “I like the part where she talks about being raised with hope and kindness.” Hoseok smiles wide, his softness seeping through as it always did since day one. You were found of these men, couldn’t imagine your life without them now. All seven of them.  “Jesus, you tough guys are really soft for war criminals.” You teased them, lifting your nose and crossing your arms.  “I can show you just how soft I am, little dove.” Jungkook blinked in your direction, voice dropping an octave. A shiver rolled down your spine. You knew that there was nothing soft about his intentions with that tone. He had shown you rather relentlessly over the last month. And the pet name was something that he never dropped, no matter how many times you had immobilized him in training.  “Again, rooms? Nine of them. All you gotta do is pick one.” Yoongi complained, always ready for a witty response.  “Should we do it in his room this time?” You joked, receiving a glare from the blond man. You laughed it off, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder.  “Come on, big guys, we gotta get back to work, this house isn’t going to fix itself.” The men all grunted, quickly going back to work, Jungkook quickly leaning to peck your lips before he went back to help Yoongi nail more wood to the back of the house.  Later that day, once you left the shower, you were standing in front of your new closet, all your clothes from before hanging there, but never to be used as you adhered to the black cargo pants and a plain shirt. Everything had gone back to normal, but you would be a changed person forever, you looked at the clothes, remembering occasions where you’ve used them before, this time the grief in your heart didn’t sit heavy, it was lighter, feeling like you had brought justice to your parents. To the brave man that was your father. And you smiled to yourself, proud of yourself.  As you dried out your hair, strong arms quickly wrapped around you from behind, Jungkook resting his chin on your shoulder. He must have sensed you were thinking about them, placing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.  “I love you.” He whispered. And your heart fluttered as if it were the first time he said it. Your eyes fluttering and you rested your head back onto him. You truly loved him, the dark man that looked at you that day in that dirty, dusty room. Throwing clothed in your direction. Void of any emotion other than anger. Now he had a glint in his eyes every time he saw you, he had life inside of them, he looked happy.  “I love you too.” You whispered back. Quickly letting your towel drop to your feet and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked down your body, tongue flicking out. He would never get used to it either,  having you in his arms, to being able to see, feel, and enjoy you without worries. But here you were, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, smartest, strongest, bravest in his arms, fully bare for him.  “Commander.” You bit down on your lower lip suggestively.  He took in a deep breath, the title ringing in his ear. He loved it when you called him that.  “What did I say about calling me commander in front of the boys?” He slowly wrapped his arms around your small, bare frame, hands caressing up your back, goosebumps quickly littering your skin. You were truly doomed when he used that voice, low and velvety, raspy, and commanding.  “I don’t remember, why don’t you remind me?” You smirked up at him, a dare in your voice. And he crashed his lips onto yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, walking you blindly to the bed where he pressed his body onto yours, forcing a whimper out of you.  “I’ll remind you, little dove.” He smirked against your lips. Smirked.  And he did, unfortunately for Yoongi and Hoseok.  But at this point... You were sure they were used to it. The end.