Description: You had one job. To bring in one of Namjoon’s men alive. Alive to be questioned and alive to be tortured.. but the guy you find in particular was someone you already knew.
Tags: Mafia!au, Jay Park as rival boss bc daddy af, jkook $MUT. Guns.
Warnings: Language, mild smut.
You chose the worst possible day to go to Best Buy.
The air conditioning system had broken down and it was almost like suddenly everyone needed something fixed. That meant the place was packed and people were groaning for you to wait in line like the rest of them as you passed. But you only had 48 hours left to find this guy.
“Excuse me?” You mutter, dropping your bag down on the counter and clutching the laptop tightly to your chest.
He turns, hair matted with sweat and eyes wide.
“How long do you think.. this, is going to take?” You ask, running a hand through your already frizzy hair and motioning towards the long line behind you. It was already getting late.
“I- uh..” He turned to ask someone but appeared to be one of the few employees left on duty. Everyone else was either too busy to care or not willing enough to notice him. He was just that kind of guy. Someone your eyes just seemed to pass over. “Sorry, I don’t know..” He mutters. His face was slowly flushing red, probably from the attention.
Were guys in this area that easy?
Or was he just genuinely embarrassed?
You bite hopefully down on your lower lip with a sigh, “Is there any way I could-”
“Get in line lady.” The man behind you yells.
“Hey..” The younger boys eyes narrow in his direction. “Leave her alone.”
Your eyes widen, not expecting that kind of aggression from someone so seemingly harmless. But then again, you didn’t even know this kid. Anyone could look at you and think harmless.
The guy scoffs, “Why? Is she your girlfriend? Because you should be doing your job.”
‘Jeon’ was written neatly on his name tag. He looks over at you, blushing even harder now.
“It’s okay.” You smile up at him sympathetically, feeling a little bad for putting him in this situation, “I’ll just go.” You grab your bag and turn to leave when he calls for you.
He hands you his card. “I get out at 8. My numbers on the bottom.” He says, face almost flaming now.
He smiles down nervously at you and.. somehow made you feel genuinely warm inside. Maybe there were just good people out there.
And even if this guy was sketchy, it’s not like you couldn’t defend yourself.
You’d been pacing the suite for hours now with nothing better to do, phone in hand. It was too empty in here, too quiet. So much so that it was driving you crazy. You were just about to call again when there was a harsh knock at the door.
“Sorry I took long.” He mutters, running a hand through his damp, messy hair.
“It’s fine. You didn’t have to shower.” You sigh and turn swiftly, leading him down a long corridor toward the living room where your laptop lay sprawled out on the couch. “You’re just here to fix my computer.” You finish. You shouldn’t have been so harsh, but it was all that waiting. All that wasted time.
Thinking about it made you want to fall right off the balcony.
“Sorry.” He says, clearly distracted and looking around. “You have a really nice place.” He mutters before his eyes stop in awe at something in particular.
You almost snap that none of it was yours before following his gaze out at the view overlooking the city. You hadn’t even noticed it.
“It’s beautiful.” He says in a whisper.
And it was. It was late now, the lights all so bright yet distant in the city.
“I guess I never really.. noticed.” You say before your mind comes back to you.
You’d never noticed because you didn’t have the time. Not even to stop and look around with all the stress from losing everything. All your money.. your place to live. You were suddenly living for this job. To finish this job.
But the view from up here was breathtaking.
“I guess it is nice up here.” You sigh and sink into a spot on the couch. This kid was messing with the way you saw things. It made you uneasy.
“The only thing you can see out of my apartment window is a solid brick wall.”
You try not to snicker but he catches it.
“Yeah.” He bites down on his lower lip in embarrassment and drops his gaze.
He’d taken it the wrong way.. “Back in my old apartment, the walls were so thin that I’d wake up if the neighbors even coughed.” You say casually, hoping to look less intimidating.
Because for some reason, making him uncomfortable made you feel.. bad.
Even if it was unintentional.
“So you have a virus?” He sits down beside you, nervous at first before opening up the laptop to see for himself.
Of course the first virus window to pop up just had to be a porn site add, bright and flashing like it was even possible to miss.
He chokes before casually clearing his throat and pushing the hair out of his blushing face.
“Sorry..” You mutter, feeling an obligation over anything that decided to pop up onto your screen. He shakes his head and begins.
And once he starts, he doesn’t stop.
The screen begins to flash from how fast he went, as if you weren’t even there beside him anymore. His long fingers flew over the keyboard like it was no big deal, and you watch.
It was fascinating. Everything he did was so quick and lethal that there was no questioning his certification to do this. He’d never hesitate and the pop up windows were visibly slowing down.
You weren’t even sure how long you stayed there with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.
He stops after a while to flex his hands, stiff from typing at such a fast pace. “How’d you get such a tight virus?” He turns to face you.
You couldn’t exactly tell him you were tracking someone down. It was deep, illegal stuff to dig up files without a trace. Plus, you weren’t good with computers. The basics were just about all you knew and when it came to virtually anything else (getting rid of viruses and spam shit), you’d just hope for the best.
I mean, you did try to put up with the virus..
Till your laptop would spontaneously restart and you couldn’t turn it on without them all popping back up again. Till they didn’t even give you the option to exit. You weren’t even sure what started it.
You shrug at him, “Porn site?” You blurt like an idiot. It was the first excuse that came to mind. Plus the stupid ad made you think of it.
“Sorry I asked..” He blushes again, this time along with you, and goes back to typing.
Stupid.. You mentally kick something.
“You’re really good at this.” You say, in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
“It’s all I know.” He smiles, looking over at you for just a second before his eyes trail back to the screen. He was actually kind of cute.. when he wasn’t a nervous mess.
You didn’t think you’d be this impressed by him fixing up your computer. But you undeniably were. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Thank you so much.” You sigh, the screen finally clear and the Internet finally running smoothly. You stand up and follow him to the door.
“It’s okay. It was really no big deal.”
It’s not like you could afford much with the money Jay gave you, but you could at least spare him something. That clearly wasn’t nothing. He’d come all this way on his spare time to help you with something that was quite far from nothing.
“Seriously, let me pay you.”
He shakes his head again.
He’d worked hard tonight and for what? For nothing? Why would he help you for nothing in return?
“If you need anything else.. you have my card.” He turns to leave.
“Wait.” You grab onto his sleeve before he can go. “You’re just going to let me use you like that?”
You catch the pain in his expression before shutting the door for him to stay.
“If you’re going to help me, at least ask for something in return.”
You weren’t sure what it was about him. Maybe it was that you knew nothing about him. Or being locked in here like Jay’s willing hostage. Or the boredom. Or his kindness.. but you knew for a fact that he wasn’t the type of person to do something rash like this either.
You could tell by the way his eyes went wide just seconds before you kissed him. Or by his instinct to pull away before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Was this more wasting time?
Because at least if this last resort bullshit for money got you killed, you could have this. One last night with some confused part timer who was too damn nice for his own good.
No one had ever been genuinely nice like this to you. Not ever.
Jay had so many people working for him that it got them killed one way or another and.. you were scared. You’d never admit it, but you were.
You were just one of his pawns, involved in a game that had a much bigger risk than it was worth.
Last resorts were a bitch.
This Jeon guy wasn’t what you typically went for, but it’s not like anything good ever came out of those guys.
He draws back, eyes dark and hooded. “Are you sure?” He whispered softly against your lips.
“Yes. Are you?” You mutter, gripping at the coarse material of his coat. He nods and you immediately pull him towards you, lips again pressing forcefully against yours.
He shifts and lifts you up in one swift movement, pressing you back against the wall and forcing your legs up, apart, and around his waist.
He was getting the hang of this kissing thing way too well. He was way too good for this to be his first time.
He tugs at your bottom lip, suddenly running a hand up underneath your shirt.
The cold of his hand against the hot of your skin there was enough to make you gasp. And wow.
His lips leave yours to trail further and further down your neck. It was like he knew just how to make you feel good everywhere. Your body was on fire from his touch. He finds the soft spot of your neck and uses his teeth to graze the sensitive area. That alone was enough to make you moan..
“Jungkook. My name is Jungkook.” He says before burying his face back into the crook of your neck.
His hand then came up to tug at your breast, hard and rough over the thin material of your bra. The name leaves your lips like a caress. “Jungkook..” You moan and arch against him.
Now, technically, his last name wasn’t the only thing you knew about him. And it wouldn’t be the last.
“Room..” You mutter, running a hand down his chest to keep him from doing you in against the wall right then and there. You were not at all expecting him to be this good at making you feel good.
He takes you there, not even struggling with you in his arms before setting you down on the bed and going over to the drawer you pointed out with a shaky finger.
You kick out of your jeans, remembering Jay Park as he left you here with specific instructions, shoving a package of condoms in there like you were some worthless whore. But that didn’t matter now.
Your heart began to race.
If you were ready for death, you had to be ready for anything.
You tug the coat off Jungkooks shoulders when he approaches you and watch him strip from his t-shirt. He had muscles you weren’t even expecting. “You’re.. really hot.” You say to yourself. Because he was unexpectedly really, really hot.
And now with him shirtless, you felt too confined, too constricted, with too much clothes on.
You lift your arms and instantly your shirt was off. Not only was he good at turning you on, but he was efficient.
He had long surpassed your expectations of what he was like in bed. A fucking freak.
“Are you.. sure?” He whispers again against your neck, fingers caressing the more delicate part of your thigh, running up toward your already soaking panties.
“Yes.” You say, demanding him closer and tugging at the waistband of his blue jeans. You wanted them off him. You wanted him naked.
When was the last time you had sex?
He slips out of them, left straining against his boxers.
Every rough kiss to your neck was a sickening reminder that it might just be your last. Messing with Jay Park got people killed. And fast. That thought was constantly on your mind.
But not now. Not with Jungkook so close and so damn distracting.
With one harsh tug, he manages to rip your bra completely off, not even bothering to struggle with the clasp.
“Shit.” You arch, gripping at the base of his neck. Why was he so good at making you want him? It took talent. Effortlessly, it happened. He was seemingly harmless one moment and a carnal animal the next. Now all you wanted was for him to shove you against the mattress and fuck you hard.
He runs a hand through your hair before suddenly gripping at it, forcing your head back to run rough kisses down your neck and towards your now fully exposed breasts, only making it to your collarbones before pulling away.
“I don’t want to use you.” He mutters, looking up at you.
“What if I’m the one using you?” You reply because of the truth behind it. He was thinking too much. “Please just do this for me. Please.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower he’d taken earlier.
If he was going to be your last, he better damn well be worth it.
“Do it.” You say, looking into his uncertain eyes. “Fuck me. Don’t make me do it for you.” You run a hand down to touch yourself. A soft moan leaves your lips.
“Stop.” His eyes darken and he grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head, “Keep it here.”
One last thing remaining. Your soaking wet panties. You were so close to being naked and exposed before him.. before a stranger.. and the mere thought excited you.
He moves the hand he kept at your waist so the thin material slid between two of his fingers, making them easier to slip off as he backed away. He held them out, tauntingly raising a brow for a second before tossing them aside and leaving you completely vulnerable beneath him. Someone you hardly knew was looking down at you so.. hungrily. It was almost embarrassing.
You blush and go to close your legs, but he puts himself back between them before you can.
You gasp, his strong hands forcing your knees apart like he owned you. A part of you even felt like maybe he did when he presses himself against you through his boxers, grinding achingly slow against your core, wet and ready for him. You were completely at his mercy.
He was excessively long and now completely hard, straining against the fabric.
“Hurry..” You moan, head lolling back and nails running down the length of his bicep.
“Do you trust me?” He whispers, coming down and pecking at your swollen lips. He slips off his boxers and you shake your head, rolling on the condom for him.
“Good. Don’t trust anybody.” He mutters, kissing you again before pushing into you abruptly.
Your back arches and it doesn’t take long for you to both come undone that night.
You were searching for something, anything on your now functioning laptop in the kitchen when Jungkook woke up to find you.
“I thought you left..” He starts, his voice soft.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters, his brows furrowed and refusing to meet your eyes from where he stood. It made you smile that he was now just about the opposite of the guy you slept with last night.
He was undeniably a good distraction. If last night was your last, it was definitely worth it. “You can look at me, you know.” You grin when he reluctantly does.
He watches you shut the laptop and slip off the bar stool to meet him. “Do you regret it?” You ask.
He shakes his head after a while, finally looking up into your eyes. “I regret not knowing you first, yeah.”
Part of you felt bad for using him.
You glance over the hickeys on his neck and catch the red marks lining his bicep, peeking through from beneath the sleeve of his plain white t-shirt.
Sex was an intimate thing. It was knowing someone deeply. Their wants, their needs, their pleasures..
“I’m sorry.” You run your fingers over the hickeys at his neck. His skin there was a pale, pale white, now tainted with purple. He hesitantly lent forward to kiss you and you couldn’t deny him that, meeting him halfway. He wouldn’t be coming back. You’d just have to enjoy him while it lasted. While he was still here beside you. While you were still here in general.
This kiss was sweet compared to the carnage of last night.
He tentatively pulls away.
“You seem like a really great guy.” You mutter against his swollen lips, his nose brushing gently past yours.
“I’m not.” He whispers back.
“I doubt that. You defended me against an asshole, fix my laptop and.. and everything after. All in one night.”
His hand travels down to pull you closer at the waist before kissing you again, this time harder and more desperate. You cup his cheek, his tongue greedily pushing past yours and into your willing mouth. He was savoring you, and you him, for the very last time. Reluctantly he pulls away.
It almost seemed like everything he did this morning was reluctant. He didn’t want to leave.
“I have work.” He sighs, “Did you sleep last night?”
Truth is, it was hard to sleep with a timer ticking down in your mind. But around Jungkook, you hardly even hear it.
“I’m going to leave.” He says, tightening his grip around your waist.
“I know.” You hold him a little tighter, your arms around his neck, getting up on your tiptoes to press one last kiss to his cheek.
“Call me if you have computer problems..” The room is quiet as he pulls away, “Or if you don’t.” He says. And then he’s gone.
It was hard saying goodbye, even though you’d hardly known him..
A name. A witness. And a complaint.
Then you made sure to dispose of your laptop, dropping it right off the balcony and hoping there was no one below when it landed. The curtains were fluttering around in the wind but for just a second, you could have sworn you saw..
You pull the gun from your waistband. “Who’s there?” You cock the gun, pushing past the curtains and stepping inside.
“It’s just me, princess.”
“SHIT.” You jump, dropping it with a loud clatter on the floor. You stay silent for a long while. “What do you want Jay.. time isn’t up yet.” You mutter, staring down at the gun only a few feet away, afraid to pick it up.
He nods, walking around the place that he provided you with like a predator does its prey, his eyes never once leaving yours. “I can’t just stop by?”
You watch him laugh carelessly across the room, unmoving from where you stood and on guard.
“What if I had been an intruder and you drop your gun like that?” He makes his way to you, pulls out his glock, and puts it right to your forehead.
The room went silent, his eyes dark like a lifeless void
You couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, not even sure if your heart was still beating when he pulls the trigger.
He shoots a blank.. your heart pounding in your chest so hard you were sure he could hear it.
“You would have been dead in seconds.. But anyway. I came to tell you I’m giving you more time. One more day princess. And also.” He pulls the packet of condoms out from behind his back, harshly ripped open after last night. “It seems you have spare time on your hands anyway right?” He drops the box down in front of you, condoms fluttering out and pooling around your feet. “But hey, I get it.” He pushes the hair out of his face with a grin and turns to leave. “Just find whatever fucking guy you’re looking for and get him back to me before I come after you. It would be a shame.”
The line went silent, your fingers fiddling with the business card in your left hand.
“You think.. it’s too soon to ask you over again?” You ask in a whisper, voice level.
Jungkook stutters a bit, clearly moving around his apartment. “No.. why? Are you asking me over?”
Fuck being the desperate boot call, you needed to get this over with. “Yes.”
God he was always so damn considerate, only making this job that much harder.
You drop his card down on the coffee table and pull out the gun, weighing around your options.
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