Black Swans | ot7 x Reader Mafia AU | CH. 1 Promise
§ Summary: Take from the rich and give to the poor, kill those that would try to stop you. Ruthlessness is a necessary virtue. But what happens when a sadistic foe brings fear among those you would call allies? When fear threatens the bearings that hold the Black Swans in power? Corruption was always a part of it, but how far will they fall in the midst of a storm, and that cloudy bigger picture.
§ Tags: Graphic violence, foul language, ot7 x reader, smut, angst
§ W/C: 5191
§ A/N: This one isss a repost lol. So if you recognize it, that’s why~
You slammed the door behind you, your blood smeared hands slipping against the frayed wood as you pressed yourself back against it. You cowered, dropping to the floor despite all the strength and pride you held so dear. None of that mattered, not after the things you just witnessed.
You didn’t know knives could get that sharp. That people could get so distorted -could survive so much before dying. That so much could be cut away before they stop moving; stop screaming..The smell.. It still lingered no matter how far you ran.
You didn’t want to think about it, you didn’t want those images to consume you like they were, but how could you escape them when it was your fault? You gave the orders. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If you had known how violent this group could be you would have never-
“There you are, you were supposed to report back hours ago, what happened?”
Your heart lurched at his questioning, Yoongi’s stern voice making you wince. You gulped back the sob you could feel bubbling in your chest. He didn’t need to see you like this, none of them did.
“We’re in over our heads here.” You spoke as you rose back up from the floor, pressing your hands against the door behind you for balance. But you were still shaking. You just hoped he couldn’t see it..
“What the hell are you talking about? We own this whole city.”
“I said what I meant Yoongi.”
You tried to brush passed him but he grabbed you by the arm just as your shock riddled body began toppling you over. Your legs bucked from beneath you, and you went southward dragging Yoongi down with you.
“What the hell happened!?!” Your knees hit the ground with a thud you couldn’t feel. Yoongi tripped after you, planting a knee in the carpet beside you as he fought to regain his balance.
“You’re bleeding.” He spoke clearly, the concern in his voice unmistakable.
“Its not mine.” You weren’t sure, and you probably didn’t sound sure either. But it didn’t matter if it was your blood or not anyway. You were still standing; still living.
You pushed him off, disregarding the way he softened to help you to your feet.
“Y/n.. I’ve never seen you like this. What happened. Where’s the rest of our crew?.” You couldn’t take his kindness, the sweetness he only reserved for you. He circled in on you, his soft eyes searching yours for answers.
“Yoongi please, promise me that whatever happens you won’t go after this guy. Even if Namjoon orders it, please.” His gaze was unwavering as he reached for your hands.
“You know I can’t do that.”
~~
“So.. You’re late.”
“Yeah tell me something I don’t already-fucking-know.”
Namjoon smirked at your disrespectful tone, jabbing his tongue into his cheek as he twerked a brow.
“You’re lucky I like you so much or else I would smack that filthy mouth of yours right off.”
“Do it, wear my teeth like a bracelet like you’re always threatening. See if I fucking care.”
You watched the look in his eyes transition from playful to a look of strict concern. Concern that was becoming inescapable. There was nothing he, the guys, or the rest of the crew could do, you were all in danger and you were the only one that knew. Telling him would only make him want to rush in and reclaim what was his. But this fight was no longer between rivaling factions, this wasn’t a war. This would be slaughter. And that helpless feeling in your gut only made you more angry.
“Y/n.”
You couldn’t look at him.
“Tell me what happened. Where’s the crew?”
You couldn’t look at him.
You heard him making his way around his overly grandiose desk, moving in on you before you could flee. He slotted himself just before you, his strong cologne lending you a welcome relief as he cupped your chin to force you to look at him.
“Dove, tell me. Before I get angry.” He began to smear what must have been blood against your jaw, using his other hand to thread through your hair and bring your face closer to plant a stern kiss at your temple. “I know how you feel when I take my anger out on others, love. Just spit it out, lets make this easy. -Who’s blood is this? I know it isn’t yours.. Just tell me who you killed. ”
“No one.” You croaked.
“..You’re shaking.” He held your jaw more gently as he spoke, tilting you until you were pressed against him. “You know I’ll kill whoever scared my little dove this badly..You need only say the names and I’ll make it all go away.” You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, he was too warm; too close.
“Joon you can’t.” You hated the way your voice wavered.
He slid his lips against your brow, his cold rings warming against your cheeks as he held your face up to him. “Did you really just tell me I can’t do something?”
“Joon I’m serious. The crew is dead.” He pulled back to look into your eyes.
“So what, we’ll get more crew. They knew they were expendable.-” He pushed away from you abruptly, turning back towards his desk. He rummaged through his drawers before he spoke again. “ You were at that old abandoned factory on 15th avenue, right? I’ll bring Taehyung-”
“No! Nono, just listen.”
“I would if you would speak, dove. Sing for me; last chance.”
“Those men there, they didn’t just kill our crew. They slaughtered them.-”
“Knives?”
“Yes-” He chuckled before you could continue. “We have guns, love. Knives are worthless. Trinkets used by cocky eccentrics that think they’ve got it all figured out. -I can’t believe my own crew let themselves get killed with knives. Expendable idiots. Remind me to tweak the recruitment process next time, we’ll look for those that can at least do simple math..”
“We were tricked.”
“ ‘We?’ as in you as well?”
“Yes-” He stopped to smile at you, the expression coldly reaching his eyes.
“Is this why you wouldn’t tell me? Did you think I would be angry with you? Aw, dove.”
“Joon! They knocked us out, some sort of gas in the air.” He moved in front of his desk this time, leaning back to rest against it. His hands splayed out behind him. You hadn’t noticed the blood on his suit before, but that wasn’t abnormal. “Go on..”
“When we came too they had us-them chained to the ceiling on the second level. This guy, the one who’s been fucking with us. He’s something else. He..” You choked back, whipping your tears away in a smearing of blood before more words rushed out of you under Namjoon’s heavy gaze. “He skinned them; he cut them limb from limb; I watched him paint the floor with their intestines while they watched in agony. I don’t know how he did it, but the men wouldn’t die quick enough..”
“Something to slow the the bleeding, maybe?”
“-Maybe, but regardless! You can’t go there. I think he only let me leave to send the message.”
He smiled darkly, and you knew that look all too well.
“Well, message well delivered.” He made his way to you again, this time whipping the tears still spilling from your eyes.
“Now go wash up, love. I’ll send someone up to take care of you.”
“Joon please.. Please don’t go.”
Another kiss to your temple.
“Anyone who thought they could scare our girl this badly has no idea what’s coming for them. And you had better stop doubting me. I said I would make them go away, and I mean to.”
~~
The shower water just couldn’t get hot enough. You had the nozzle turned all the way up but you couldn’t feel it scorching your skin. Your shivers will still prevalent while you watched streams of red water pooling at your feet.
“-Oh my God!” You could see his; Jungkook’s, tattooed arms reaching in front of you to turn the nozzle down. His cold body pressing against your back as he did so. You didn’t even hear him come in. “That’s too hi! You’ll burn yourself.”
“What if I mean to.”
“Y/n..” He wrapped his arms around you and you couldn’t fight the way you relaxed against him. You never could with him, he had such a gentleness about him despite the murders you had often seen his hands commit. You could feel the way your wet and bare form soaked the cloths he was still wearing. Chilly and rough, his scent sweet in the humid air.
“What are you doing here?”
“Namjoon sent me. He said you needed comfort.” You sighed as he turned you around in his arms. “Seems he was right..”
“Jungkook-” You sobbed, pulling back to look into his kind features. His long hair was beginning to dampen, curled ends dripping over his eyes and against your bare chest. He hummed in reply.
“Promise you won’t go to that abandoned warehouse.”
You could see the guilt in his eyes.
“Come on.. Lets get you cleaned up.”
He swept your hair back past your shoulders, reaching for the soap to begin his task.
“So you won’t promise..”
“Lets see you then-” He pushed your arms back to inspect the rest of you. “-No wounds.”
He wasn’t answering you and it wasn’t helping that helpless feeling in your gut. He set your arms down to lather the soap between his hands. A playful smile gracing his features, that smile you could rarely resist. “Filthy though, you know I won’t kiss you when you’re filthy.”
“Kook-”
“Hush, let me work.” He brought his hands to your form, lathering the soap against your stomach and around your back.
“Why won’t anyone listen?!” You couldn’t hold your frustration back any longer. Not when there was so much at stake. “I’ve killed and seen just as much as the rest of you! If I’m this scared the rest of you should be too!” He circled his soap laced hands over your shoulders and up your neck, rubbing his thumbs against the grim and smeared blood still staining your cheeks.
“Don’t you get it y/n? That’s exactly why we have to go.”
His kiss felt like ‘I’m sorry’ because you didn’t want it to feel like ‘goodbye’.
~~
“This is the place, right?” Namjoon questioned as he made his way towards the front entrance of the building, the others; Taeyung Yoongi and Jungkook, following closely behind.
“The one and only.” Taehyung quipped, a playfulness in his voice.
“Should you really be so chipper? She seemed really spooked..” Jungkook spoke up from behind, flexing his hands and popping his knuckles in preparation.
“I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“You didn’t see her.” Yoongi stated dryly. He adjusted his sleeves before crouching down to inspect the broken chains littering the floor of the etrance. “There’s blood here..”
“Is it hers?” Taehyung crouched down beside him, dipping his fingers into the pool on the ground.
“No, she wasn’t hurt. -Look there” Jungkook pointed to a window on the second floor, the lights flickering through the metal screens.
“So the lights one. So what? If she was unharmed why are we so worried.”
“Because she was shaken and I said we would take care of it.” Namjoon stepped past them, maneuvering his way inside.
Jungkook followed, the chains rattling as he stepped on them.“She wanted me to promise we wouldn’t come here, you know?”
“Yeah.. me too.” Yoongi stood as he spoke, leaving a bloody hand print on the door as he pushed it aside on his way inside.
“Did you promise?”
“Why would I lie like that..”
~~
You knew you were being impatient, and that the way you were situated on a chair you had dragged out in front of the front door was making the crew uneasy. Your legs bouncing irritably, pistol in hand. There were still blood streaks on the door, and there would be more if one more person told you to ‘calm down’.
“Boss..?” His voice was so weak and it only irritated you more.
“Ask me again and I promise you I wont think twice about wasting these bullets on you.” You didn’t look to see the fear on his face, you didn’t need too. You cold hear it in his breathing and the way he stammered before replying again.
“Uh. -its just.. Jin is here, I thought you should know.. Sorry Boss.”
“Jin?” You turned back quickly, searching the room for him. He stood in the open door way, his clean white shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. He made his way towards you, maneuvering around the man you just threatened to shoot. He keeled beside you, looking up into your eyes with such compassion. You dropped your pistol to hold the sides of his face, his long hair twisting around your fingers.
“Who told you to come worry about me? I’ll kill em.” He smiled, kissing your palm and bringing his hands up to hold your legs steady.
“None of that.. I always worry about you… It must be really bad this time, huh?” You hummed, looking to the door and then back to his questioning eyes. So gentile.
“Yeah.. -”
“Well send me next time, I’ll give em one of these-” He fake punched you, showing off his right and left hooks. “-Maybe a little of this.” He began playfully kicking at the floor, and it warmed your heart. You pulled him in to kiss him atop the head, lingering there to take in his scent. Cherries?
“What would I do without you, Jin?”
“Die, probably.” His laugh was always so heartwarming. “Are your worried about the others?”
“I am..”
“Don’t be. They’ll be alright. They’ve got you to come home to after all~” You smiled down at him, weakly. “Doesn’t mean much when they can’t listen when I tell them to stay back.”
“So they’re headstrong. Look at the bright side; hon, if they don’t come back I have more of you to myself.” He raised back to his feet as he spoke, dragging your frame into his chest. “But I mean it. Don’t worry. They’re good people, and they’re smart. They’ll be ok.”
“I’m not so sure..”
“Are you questioning my insight?” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him.
“You don’t see the things we do out there Jin. We aren’t good people.”
“None of that-” He kissed your temple before backing away to leave.
“Don’t stay up too late~ You know its bad for your health.”
~~
You didn’t take his advice, staying in front of the door deep into the night. Late enough for your crew to start asking to go home to see their families. You obliged; reluctantly, until it was just you left. You could see the sun beginning to break through the blinds and it only made you more worried. It had been hours since they left. It was beginning to become a struggle just to stay awake, your pistol slipping from your grip every now and then as you started to nod off.
You started to lose yourself, tilting in your chair as your pistol clattered against the floor. But you were soon awoken by the sound of a car engine roaring through the quite morning air.
It had to be them, you could spot the sound of Namjoon’s vintage car engine anywhere. You rushed up, bounding towards the window to peep through the blinds.
They were making there way out of the car.
You almost felt relief, right up until you watched Jungkook and Taehyung pulling Yoongi’s weakened form from the back seat. They carried him up on their shoulders, having him limp his way up the driveway. He looked bad.. Pale even, his blood tattered clothes sticking to his dewy skin. You rushed to the door, flinging it open hard. The door knob denting the wall as you did so.
“What happened!?”
Namjoon made it in first, moving you aside to make way.
“He’s fine.”
“Fine my ass!” The others struggled their way inside, Yoongi hissing as his ankles buckled in the doorway. They moved in quickly to plop him down in the chair you had still in front of the door. You pushed them away, moving to inspect how badly he was hurt. “You know I hate it when you fuss over me.” He still had that classic dryness in his voice, so at least that was something. “Shut up. What the hell is this?” You bit back, gesturing to the chunks of what looked like scrap metal littering his skin.
“There was a bomb planted in there.” Namjoon added in plainly, leaning against the wall as he spoke.
“What!?”
“It’s my own damn fault. I was poking around after we cleaned up the mess.” Yoongi continued as you kept searching his body, you found a scrap that looked like it was lodged deep in his thigh, and you yanked it out before you could stop yourself. “OW! SHIT! -WATCH IT WOULD YOU!?”
“Sorry.” You apologized despite reaching up to pull tiny scraps lodged in the skin of his neck and cheeks, him flinching with every pull.
“If I bleed out its on you.”
You ignored him, turning to Taehyung. “-Wake up Jin, would you? He’ll need stitches.”
“On It.” He made a b-line for the doorway, Jungkook following closely behind but not before lending you a reassuring pat on the back.
“Fuck your stitches.” You ignored him again, moving to clamp your hands harshly around his thigh that was bleeding profusely onto the floor. He hissed at the pain. “Fuckk.”
“Joon. What happened?”
You heard him sigh from beside you.
“No one was there, dove. We cleaned up the mess they left of our men. Which; your welcome by the way. I know you hate it when we don’t. Never thought I’d be stuck with a clean up job…”
“Joon..”
“Look, I know you’re spooked but it was really nothing. Disgusting, albeit. But besides the crewed bomb they placed I don’t think there’s much to worry about. It wouldn’t have even gone off it this one wasn’t poking around so much.”
“You could have died.”
“It’s a Monday love, none of this is new.” He moved behind you, gripping your shoulders and kissing the crown of your head before making his way out of the room.
“He’ll be fine. Bullets lodge much deeper. We’ll find the guy though so stop worrying so much. I’ll make sure of it.”
~~
You stayed with Yoongi the whole time while Jin tended to his wounds. No matter how many times he insisted it wasn’t anything to worry about you just couldn’t shake your gut feeling. You knew he had lost a lot of blood, his grip weak as you led him into his room on the 3rd story of the apartment complex you called ‘base’.
“What did I tell you about fussing over me..”
“Can it Yoongi. We’re alone now, you can drop the act.”
He sighed. “You’re too caring for your own good, you know that?”
You fiddles with your master keys, unlocking the door and holding it open with you foot so you could help him inside. You let the door slam behind you once you were both in.
He hissed again, biting at his lips as he struggles to pull his jacket off. You reached around his shoulders to help him out of it. “Thanks.”
“I’m staying here with you.”
“Dammit, y/n..”
“Just hush up and lay down, would you?”
“Yeah yeah..”
You placed a hand against his back as he limped his way to his bed, tipping himself against the comforter with a pained hum. He laid back against the pillows, rolling his eyes as he watched you rush in to help his boots off. You flung them onto the floor, kicking your own off and dropping your jacket to lay down next to him.
“I think I can manage sleeping on my own-”
“-Just let me be here.” Your tone came out soft, and you could see it changing that look in his eyes. He hummed contently, turning on his side and reaching to move a stray hair out of your face. His less than steady breath close enough to ghost against your skin.
“You’re still so shaken…” You watched a bandied along his cheek crinkle as he smiled, his callused thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. He blinked twice before moving in to kiss you.
Despite they way the two of you could bicker you could always feel his affection in the way he kissed you behind closed doors. Soft and longing, the whisky he downed his painkillers with still lingering on his breath. He pulled back, licking his pink and plush lips as he searched your eyes.
“You didn’t see what I saw out there.” You spoke barely above a whisper, him still searching your eyes before he leaned in to kiss you again. “I saw it.” He spoke against your lips.
“You didn’t see it happen.” Another kiss. This time he sucked your bottom lip between his own, nibbling on it before letting it pop back in place. “Yoongi..” You meant it as a warning but it sounded me like a whimper.
“I think the pain killers have kicked in.”
He maneuvered himself above you, cautiously. Gasping against your lips as he deepened the kiss despite the pain he must have been in. You didn’t fight him, especially when you could feel his weakened body pressed so closely against your own, him struggling on his hands to not crush you.
“You’re hurt Yoongi..”
He hummed, his soft lips vibrating against the column of your neck as he made his way down, nipping and sucking at every bit of your warm skin he could reach. You let a moan slip despite yourself.
“I know. That’s never stopped us before.” He reached you clavicle, pulling your top down to expose your chest. He kissed atop your breasts before looking up at you from up under his disheveled bangs.
“Remember that time I got shot last year?-” He sat back against your hips as he spoke, flinging his hair out of his eyes as he placed his wandering hands along your stomach. “-You were still so damn needy.” The way he grinned down at you was intoxicating. Such a sly smirk you had grown accustomed to, memories of him looking up at you like that from between you legs beginning to cloud your judgment. You grasped his wrists lightly as he pushed your shirt up over your bra.
“You fucked me right here on this bed. I still can’t get the blood stains out of the mattress.”
You remembered. The way he held your hips as your road him that night, the bullet wound at his shoulder dressed in gauze. The way he hissed and moaned from beneath you only egging you on to ride him faster; deeper. Neither of your caring when his stitches popped and he started bleeding against the mattress, too caught up in lust and the trill of a good fight. You couldn’t shake that need that was bubbling up inside of you.
He slid his hands roughly against your chest, popping your bra up over his hands and out of the way. “Yoongi.” You didn’t want to moan his name like that, so needy, so weak. But you couldn’t help it when he grazed your sensitive buds with his thumbs and brought his lips down to suck and kiss and nip.
“You remember?-” He brushed his words against your sternum, snaking a hand down between your legs and causing you to yelp in reply. “Yes!”
“Then just think of that night. And I’ll make you forget all your worrying.”
He planted another silencing kiss against your lips before you lost him along the foot of the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch what he would do next. He placed himself haphazardly between your legs, lifting them up to weakly drag your pants down, dragging your panties along with them. You shivered when the cold air of his room hit your core. Your wetness you were still regretful about chilling against his breath.
“You know-” He kissed your inner thigh between words “Wouldn’t even mind dying like this.” You groaned at him, falling back against the pillows.
“Do you have to say that?” His chuckled against your flesh, the vibrations feeling too good when you didn’t want them to.
“I’m serious. Only reason I don’t let myself suffocate like this is because you seem so fond of me. Think you’d miss me. Still not sure why..”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“I think I passed stupid and in love a long time ago, doll.”
You didn’t have the chance to react to his confession before his tongue was already on you. Dipping between your folds with no restraint, mouth warm and inviting. “Ah, you are wet. For a minute there you had me worried..” His tongue dipped inside of you, his nose rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. You could already feel your thighs trembling around him, moans and gasps leaving your lips as you let yourself fall into his sweet treatment of you. He released you to leave sticky wet kisses against your inner thigh before you could protest. “Legs over my shoulders doll, you know the drill.”
You were still mourning the less of contact when you spoke up.
“I don’t want to pop your stitches again..”
“I’m sure I’ll pop more if you make me lift you up myself. Which; I will do.” He tapped at your thigh then, waiting for you to move like he asked.
You knew you wanted him to continue, but you weren’t yet sure at what expense. But you couldn’t deny the way the visions still lingering in your mind had begun to dissipate since he started.
He grew impatient before you could choose. Gripping you thighs at the base as he got ready to lift your hips to his mouth himself. “Wait!” He paused, his grip on your thighs still tight. “I’ll do it..”
You scooted yourself closer, lifting your legs to gently fall against his shoulders and back. He hummed a thank you before dipping back in. He kissed along your lower lips, sucking your wetness up and making you quiver. His tongue lapping against all the places he knew too well. He sucked a hard kiss against your clit that made you groan loader than you meant to.
“You better not hold back on me either-” He spoke against your folds and you reached a hand down to tangle in his messy hair, pressing yourself against him harder; the way you knew he loved. He groaned into you as he continued and it felt so good.
Maybe he was right, maybe this would make you forget. You could already feel that tightness in your guts starting to build up with every moan and every brush of his tongue against your leaking entrance. You were close, and he could tell by the way your voice pitched higher. By the way your thighs tightened around his head, weak and trembling when he continued to brush his nose against your most sensitive bud. He gripped your thighs harder, pressing the flat of his tongue flat against you.
You knew what he wanted you to do, but you were still scared of hurting him more than was necessary. But as he said, he didn’t want your worrying. He pulled back again to look into your eyes, the look of need he gave you made you sigh and tremble. He was determined, and how could you deny him?
The desperation in his voice left you feeling weak. It pulled at that longing you always reserved for him. “Doll.. if you don’t fuck yourself on my tongue I will die.” He had such a deep airiness when he spoke and it very nearly made your eyes roll back. “Ok.. ok.”
He dipped back in to situate himself the way he had before, this time keeping his eyes locked on yours.
You gripped the back of his head with one hand, moaning at the way his tongue slid against you so easily. You wrapped your other hand around your thigh in an attempt to search for his own. He met your request and laced his fingers with yours for you too use as leverage. He held your gaze as you started to slowly rock your hips against his jaw. His tongue granting friction along with a familiar comfort. The look in his eyes so intense it made you break contact. Falling back in a moan, waves of ecstasy meeting your chilled skin in gusts. He groaned into you as you started to move quicker, the vibrations sending you closer and closer to the edge just a finger prick away.
When your hips began to stutter he knew he was losing you. That familiar cusp of bliss begging to spill over the harder you rocked yourself against him. He took over when you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, lapping at you quick and harsh to work you through your orgasm as you moaned loudly. His name on your lips, music to his ears. When the moment started to pass he continued lapped at your entrance, sucking up every bit of wetness you granted him with until you were pushing him back as hard as you could without hurting him. He gave a last sloppy kiss to your clit before popping his lips and releasing you. Warm air ghosting your limp thighs as he caught his breath whilst lowering your hips back down. He crawling his way back beside you, the mattress dipping up under his weight. You watched the way his eyes fluttered as he gazed at you, you still dazed in the aftershock. You laid like that for a long while, a deafening silence creeping its way around you the longer he wouldn’t speak. He shuddered before you, sinking deeper into the mattress and reaching an arm out to you. Gauze, band-aids and all.
“Come here..” You obliged without question, dragging the edges of the comforter with you as you dove into his embrace. You felt him quiver at your touch, him letting out little hums of discomfort. You held him tighter despite them, that gut feeling creeping in on you again. You just needed to feel him against you; feel his warmth, anything to quell the fear.
“Don’t you start again.. Save your worries for tomorrow.”
“Are you really not scared at all..?” You felt him groan more than heard him, him gripping a hand around your chin to force you up.
“If I answer you truthfully, will you promise to save this for tomorrow?” You could stand down; reluctantly, if it meant he would talk.
“I promise.” He let out a shaky breath.
“I think you’re right y/n. We’re in over our heads.”
