#btsmafia

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut 🔥 Mayhaps a smidge of angst 💔

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: gun play, oral, bondage

Playlist: "She Luvin It” by Jimmy Brown // “Besame” by Camila

A/N: I wrote this one a while ago and it’s probably what started my mafia AU obsession lmao. Enjoy!

“Sir she tried to escape again.” The young man says as he walks into the office. Hoseok stands from his chair and walks over to the window facing the woods, arms crossed with disappointment etched on his face. 

“I’ve abided by every single one of her requests. I’ve gone out of my way to make sure she’s safe and taken care of. Is this how she repays me?” He growls to his capo. 

“With all due respect, I think you’ve spoiled her too much and this has made her forget she’s your prisoner.”

Hoseok hums in agreement. “Perhaps you’re right. Seems I need to remind her how things are done here.” He walks back to his desk and opens the middle drawer where he takes out a single silver key along with his glock. He places the glock in his holster and starts to walk out the office, his capo following him. 

“Cuff her and bring her to the range. Let the soldiers know I don’t need them out there right now and turn its surveillance off.” He commands as he walks along the long hallway of his castle and heads to the back of the house where he has his own gun range for his clan to practice in. But tonight he’ll be doing other types of practice. 

The capo follows orders and walkies the soldiers guarding her room to cuff her and bring her outside. “Make sure she’s wearing emerald green. He’s in a mood tonight.” His tone of voice makes the soldiers aware of the situation, weary of what will happen to the girl but they follow the orders nonetheless. 

She protests as they walk inside her room with the cuffs out, ready to be placed around her wrists. She begs them not to take her to him. Pleads with tears in her eyes as she tries to push them away, but she is no match for their strength. 

Giving up, she allows them to each grab one of her arms as they lead her outside. Head bowed to the ground she prays to any god that will listen to her pleas. “Please stop” she softly whispers. 

Hoseok hears their footsteps behind him. Turning around to face them he begins to roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt, removes his tie and unbuttons the top two buttons. 

“Leave.” He says to the soldiers after they’ve gotten the girl to kneel on the ground. 

The breeze makes her shiver, reminding her she’s basically naked under the green satin robe. Her hair flows in the wind, sticking to her glossy lips. Heart stopping when she feels his hands move the hair away from her face. She hates him, but her body feels differently. 

He stands in front of her, the low sun behind him casting a glow around him adding a majestic look to his already dominant energy. His hair is swept to the side with fresh undercut peeking through the disheveled strands of hair. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips pursed together in anger or disappointment. One thing is for sure, he’s not happy. 

“Why?” He asks her as he looks down at her from where he stands. He’s shaking in rage from her actions but also rage from him not understanding why he’s starting to feel the way he feels about her. Those deeper feelings weren’t part of the plan.

“What do you mean why? I’m a PRISONER here.” She yells with anger. Her chest rises with her every breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

“So you do know you’re a prisoner.” He leans back as he crosses his arms. His biceps flexing, making the shirt tighten on his arms. She swallows and curses at herself for noticing. 

“Of course I know. Every second that I can’t speak to my family, friends, or do whatever the fuck I feel like is a reminder to that.” 

“I’ve given you everything you’ve asked for. I’ve treated you better than I treat my people. I’ve given you more than I’ve ever given anyone before and you dare to treat me this way?!” 

She jumps hearing his voice rise in volume, realizing what he says is true. He’s met every single of her demands and then some, but what he doesn’t know is that he takes a little piece of her heart every time he does what she asks him to do. She needs to leave this place before he ends up owning her entirely. 

He sees her close her eyes as she takes a deep breath, giving him time to admire her otherworldly beauty. The sun makes her glow, making her seem likes she is not real, making her seem like the innocent pure soul she is. His heart wrenches in slight pain when he realizes he is tainting her with his darkness. 

“I think I need to remind you who you are to me.” He says as he reaches behind his back to grab his glock. 

He points it at her and her world stops. He wouldn’t, would he? She thinks back to all the moments they’ve shared in private, all the whispered nothings he’s said to her, his soft touches, the way he looks at her when he thinks she’s not paying attention. 

What they both don’t realize, is that he too is giving her his heart piece by piece. 

“What are you doing?” She whispers as he takes a step closer to her. 

He places the tip of the gun on her forehead, leaving it there for a few seconds until he hears her take a deep breath. He moves the gun along her face slowly without any pressure. His eyes following the movements. Her eyes are still closed, mouth slightly open as her breaths quicken in fear. Her lips glisten as the tip of the gun touches them. 

“Show me what your smart mouth can do.” He commands. Her eyes open in surprise, mouth opening a little more as she gasps. He takes the opportunity to push the glock in her mouth. 

Accepting the challenge, she makes eye contact with him as she starts to work her tongue around the glock as he moves it in and out. 

She brings her cuffed hands up to hold the glock in place. Her dainty hands covering his strong ones. He feels himself harden even more at the touch, imagining her doing what she’s doing to the glock to his dick. 

She pushes his hands away from her and he allows her to remove the glock out of her mouth. She brings the glock back towards her face but sticks her tongue out and begins to lick upwards, starting from where his fingers hold the handle all the way to the tip, never breaking eye contact with him. 

His dick twitched when he felt her tongue touch his fingers for a slight moment. He’s starting to lose his patience, wanting to feel the warmth of her mouth on his cock, the feel of her lips sucking on his skin. 

He feels her hands leave his only to feel her start to unbuckle his belt. He throws the glock behind him, freeing his hands to assist her. 

They quickly make work of his pants and underwear, pushing them down his thighs far enough for his dick to spring free from the restraints. His veins screaming for her tongue.

She sucks him into her mouth with no warning, bobbing up and down as she fists her still cuffed hands around the base. The clanking of the cuffs reminding him she’s his, thus adding to his pleasure.

She licks along his dick, showing more love to his veins, knowing that’s his weakness. She places him back in his mouth, making sure his dick touches the back of her throat making her gag. His guttural moan letting her know he’s close to reaching his peak. She continues to explore his dick with her mouth, massaging his balls with her hands. His breathing has quickened, hair a disheveled mess as he rakes his fingers through it. His forehead now in full display. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open in pleasure. The now shining moon casting a shadow along his jawline, emphasizing his sculpted face. 

She feels herself drenched, wanting to reach her own pleasure. She hears his soft words in between his moans, “Baby, please, I’m close” he says as he looks down at her, pure pleasure etched on his face. 

She gives him one last stroke with her tongue before sucking him one last time. She feels him come inside her mouth, dick twitching as he releases his full orgasm. She swallows, drinking him all in. 

He removes himself from her mouth, taking deep breaths as he comes down from his high. He sees her lick her lips, swallowing the last of his cum. She wipes her lips with her thumb, smiling softly at him, forgetting for a moment that she’s his prisoner. 

He stares at her for a few seconds before he remembers the point of this situation he caused himself to be in. She notices his realization when he hardens his expression and starts to put himself back together, all the while she’s still kneeling on the ground. She shivers once more, feeling dirty and used. He walks where he threw his glock and picks it up, placing it back in its holster. 

He takes out his phone from his pants pockets and dials his soldiers. 

“You can come get her.” He says as he makes eye contact with her. Instead of the warmth she’s used to receiving from him, all she feels is ice. They stare at each other, trying to tell each other their feelings without words, neither deciphering each other’s feelings. 

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"Highly Elusive and Dangerous Chinese Mafia Boss, Yong Go Sil, was found murdered four days ago in ShangHai. It is rumored that he had ties to Seoul via family, but nothing has been confirmed. He has been wanted by the Chinese Government, along with South Korean and American agencies due to the wreckless drug sales, senseless acts of violence and murders spanning from continent to continent over the last twenty years. Police believe that another crime family, also known as Blood Kings, were responsible for the mafia leaders' demise. If you have any tips leading to The Yong Mafia and The Notorious South Korean mafia 'The Blood Kings', please call our hotline at XXX-XXX-XXXX. This is Park Reina with Seoul Now News."

Yoongi smirked as he turned off the news and settled down on the leather couch in Hybe's conference room. The other members smirked at each other before their manager, Bang Si-Hyuk, entered with a stern face. Their manager, no matter how wholesome and sweet he was in the public, knew exactly who and what BTS were behind the scenes. He was the one who passed it on to them. Yoongi's knowledge of Daegu sealed their fate the day they signed the contract with Big Hit. At the beginning, not a single one of the seven knew what was happening until Bang approached them with more opportunities that life as simple idols wouldn't be able to give them. Namjoon may be the leader of BTS, but it was Yoongi that dealt with the rest.

"I see you went through with it," Bang said as he sat down at the head of the table. "Mind telling me how you managed to find him in such a short amount of time?"

"I did it," Taehyung smirked as he looked at his manager. "Yoongi gave myself and my soldiers access to some of the things you left behind. The asshole was slick, I give you that. If it wasn't for Jungkook's keen eye, I would have never gotten Hyunsoo to tail him for as long as I had. Seokjin-Hyung pulled the trigger himself."

"And you managed to go to China to do that," Bang lifted his brow. "I don't see how that's possible."

"We didn't go to China. He was here. In Seoul," Seokjin added. "We don't know why he was here, but he knew he had been made. It was actually quite easy to get rid of him."

"How'd you get his body to Shanghai?"

"Jungkook's soldiers. Most of them are based in China to keep an eye out for other mafia that may come as a threat to us."

"For him to not fight is strange to me," Bang murmured. "Yoongi, are you going to look into this?"

"Already on it, sir," The mafia leader smiled back. "I should have some results by the end of the week."

"Even though I'm not the boss anymore, please keep me informed. I want to keep the authorities away as much as I can."

"Of course, sir."

"Now," Bang said while clapping his hands, "let's move on to more calm matters. Yoongi, your stylist Jaenie has put in her notice to leave the company. She and her husband have just found out that they're expecting twins and she'll need to be on bed rest due to her pre-existing health conditions."

"Aw, babies," Jungkook cooed, making the others laugh. "Good for her. I heard her telling Yoongi-hyung that they were trying."

"I'm happy for her," Yoongi grinned. The stereotype that surrounded Mafia leaders wasn't how Yoongi was. How you saw him on stage and on candid footage, that was him. Truly him. He wasn't mean or heartless to people that worked with him, his elders, his family or anything of the sort. The only time people knew how dark he was, was when the mafia side kicked in. He had his own persona. He was the infamous 'Tony Montana of South Korea' afterall. He only made people fear him when they needed it. That's why no one was brave enough to cross The Blood Kings.

"Which brings us to our next point," Bang said while pulling out a file. "Your replacement stylist will be starting tomorrow."

"But I thought Jaenie Noona would be here for two more weeks?"

"I told her to take these extra two weeks early. I'm paying her quadruple her usual salary and a hefty bonus to help with any things she needs for the babies. I also started them a trust fund because Jaenie has been one hell of a good employee."

"She dealt with Yoongi's hormonal early teenage years. You should have just given her the presidential medal of honor," Seokjin snickered. Yoongi shot him a go to hell look and then sighed.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he chuckled. "So, who is she?"

Bang opened the file and pulled out her resume.

Name: Grei Romano

Age: 29

Birthdate: January 1st, 1992

Born: Sicily, Italy

Parent's: Luca and Soleil Romano

Graduated Seoul School of Arts 2010, Licensed Cosmetologist and Esthetician 2011, Bachelor's Degree in Communications 2015.

IQ: 148

Current Residence: Seoul, South Korea

Languages: English, Cantonese, Italian, Korean, Japanese, Spanish and French.

Marital Status: Single

Children: 0

Bank: Seoul National Bank

Bank Account Balance: 1,425,504.00₩

"Damn. Are we hiring a stylist or recruiting someone into the mafia," Namjoon whistled as he looked down at all of the information. "She's smart."

"And broke," Taehyung said while crossing his arms. "She has two licenses and a huge degree. Why so little money?"

"She lives in Hannam, so it's all got to be going to normal bills. Relax, Taehyung. I checked her out and did a thorough background check. You know how I am about hiring people that know who you are as BTS." Bang pulled out her photograph and slid it across the table. "This is who will be coming tomorrow. I've given strict instructions to the staff if anyone else comes and does not match this picture, we'll be calling the police. I can't have you all exposed to crazy fans coming in here again or have anyone snooping in BK business."

Yoongi stared at her photograph and his mouth watered. She was exquisite, breathtaking. Nothing could come close to describing how beautiful she was. Her eyes were what drawed him in. They were beautiful...but somehow familiar.

"Hyung, pick your jaw up." Jimin bursted out laughing and snatched the picture from Yoongi's clutches. "She's hot."

"Coming from you, I know not to worry about you getting yourself in trouble with her," Bang said as he looked over his glasses. "Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi possibly. But not you."

"How do you know I won't try anything with her, Bang-ssi?"

Si-hyuk crossed his arms and lifted his brow. "I've known you for eleven years, Jimin. I also know that you and Hoseok are dating." Jimin and Hoseok are still in their chairs and look at the other members with wide eyes. "I also know that Namjoon and Jin and Taehyung and Jungkook are dating. You boys trying to hide everything from me has been a sight. Now stop pretending." Bang motioned from them to speak while six of the members looked like their manager had just shot their dog. "Look, I don't care what you all do. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, I know you're gay. I'm your second father. I know these things. Just like I know that Hoseok is bisexual, Jin and Namjoon have never thought about dating the same sex until they met each other and Yoongi's pansexual. You all know this about each other. I'm sure you've all had your private talks. It's my job to know these things, boys. I don't care. You're all happy right?"

They all nodded in response.

"Great."

Yoongi's phone began to ring, jerking everyone out of the awkward atmosphere. "Fuck," Yoongi growled as he answered his phone. "What is it, Han?" Yoongi's hand gripped the table as Han related valuable information to him. His knuckles were white, face as cold as stone as he listened to Han break down everything that has happened over the last hour. He slammed his phone down and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. When they opened, Yoongi was gone.

The Mafia Boss was standing still as stone in his place, eyeing the members and his manager as he tried to steady his breathing.

"What is it, son," Bang said while standing up.

Yoongi chuckled and adjusted the rings on his finger.

"Seems like Yong Go Sil has someone taking over his mafia."

"Who?" The rest all stood waiting for further instruction.

"His daughter."

Not your typical Mafia Story...

The Mafia's Princess

CHAPTER 1 and 2 OUT NOW!

1: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/639279379437977600/the-mafias-princess-jhssummary-i-cant-loose

2: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/640450706008113152/the-mafias-princess-jhs-2

Series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, blood, gore, death and other illegal activities. 

Masterlist

You sat in the middle of a dark alleyway, a few streets down the club you were just at. You'd managed to walk only a few minutes before realising someone was on your tail. It was hard to tell in the night, only a few street lamps were lit among the roads. Few people scattered on the side paths, some bent over vomiting, some busy texting on their phones and the last few like you, trying to get as fast as you can to wherever your destination was.

You took a couple of random turns after noticing the guy behind you speed up when you did. The aim was just to see if he followed before calling your brother for help but after the second turn you realised you’d just reached a dead end. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you realised you were trapped. Immediately looking around the alley trying to search for shelter you found a few trash cans, safer then nothing right? So you hid behind one and pulled out your phone opening up your previous text messages with your brother.

Y/N: I think someone’s following me RM: Where are you? Y/N: I don't know, I’m in the alley way of somewhere. You began tearing up a little, becoming fully aware of your surroundings and the situation at hand. RM: I’m coming RM: Stay hidden and don't move

You couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking you. Your heart was racing and all you wanted to do was curl up and wait for someone to save you. But no one would, no one was there.

“Hey cutie where’d you go?” A deep voice chuckles. You hold still and listen to his footsteps approaching the end of the alley, towards you. The night noise was so silent and it didn't help with the moon so brightly lit. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Someone wants to see you, I’m just here as your…… hmm what’s the word? A guide.” Your phone vibrates in your hand and you drop it in surprise, gasping as you realise.

“Found you.” You looked up from your crouched position and the guy pulls you up by your hair. A choked cry for help forced itself up your throat, and you felt a drop run down your cheek. You stand up following his hand movement, trying your best to grab at his hand to let you go.

“L-let me go.” You whimper, trying your best to seem strong.

“Keep quiet for me cutie, I won’t hurt you unless I have to,” he says, pulling you to stand in front of his chest. You feel a blade against your throat and you hold your breath. Your facing the exit, your back against him, I could sprint, maybe I’ll make it. But you feel him lean down and he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And trust me, I really wouldn't anything on that cute face of yours,” he whispers, right against your ear, applying a bit of pressure on the knife.

“Get your filthy hand off of her,” A familiar voice says. You look up from your feet and see a dark figure standing a few metres ahead of you. It wasn't your brother. Jungkook? You weren’t expecting to see him here.

“Ohh hi, what a surprise to see you here” The guy behind you says in a perhaps too cheerful tone as he waves his hand holding the knife to say hi.

“Let her go.” He says, approaching you slowly. Jungkook has this vibe to him that almost made you think it wasn't him. It seemed like someone else or some soul was in possession of his body.

“Not a chance, you know my boss’s dream is to have Ms Kim as his lawfully wedded wife.” Does he mean me? What the fuck, do I know this person’s boss?

“He’ll have to keep dreaming then,” Jungkook is less than 2 metres away from you now and you can see his face clearly with the moonlight shining against his face. If he was stressed or scared by the situation he definitely wasn't letting his opponent let on.

“That’s true, I was actually planning to keep her myself, I think she’d suit me more. Don't you think?” The creepy guy asks, pushing the knife deep enough for you to feel it cutting. You see Jungkook’s eyes darting around the area and then back at you, looking for a solution.

“Y/N you remember the game you taught me a few days ago?” Jungkook says, eyes focused on the knife at your throat. Trick? Does he mean? Does he seriously want to play duck duck goose right now?

“I’m it,” he says, staring right at you. He gives you a small nod and you look a little confused. You see him reach behind his back discreetly and as you realise what his holding he yells “DUCK!” exactly at the same time. A gun fires and you immediately crouch and scream in response, curling up into a ball on the floor. You start shaking and your head finds it ways in between your knees as a reflex response.

“Babe I’m here, look at me.” Jungkook murmurs, squatting down on the floor to face you. You feel a hand reach towards you and you shriek, immediately swatting him away and backing up. But you back up into an object and you turn around to look. Instantly regretting your decision, you lunge forward and grab onto Jungkook screaming.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he repeats, holding you closely and patting you on the back. You felt sick to your stomach, the body of the enemy lying limp on the floor, surrounded in his own pool of blood.

“I n-need to leave here.” You stutter, wanting to get away from this smell. Jungkook helps you up and you collapse almost straightaway, falling back into his arms. Your mind’s too spaced out to retaliate against him as he picks you up bridal style and walks out of the alley.

“Namjoon’s going to kill me.” You hear him mumble, as your sight of the dead body becomes further and further. _________________

Synopsis: he is a mobster, you are his girlfriend and you are pregnant, you try to run away, you Yoongi is Yoongi, and he would never let you go

You sat there on his leather chair, a very intimidating chair, but truth be told it was very comfortable. The same chair behind a desk with piles of paper of dealings of his job. The room almost looked like any other office, you know, calm painted colored walls, a big red carpet covering the floor, leather sofas, and a big desk near the glass window, the usual.

No one would notice that something was of, if it wasn't to the content of the papers and the gun hidden in the first drawer at the desk, or the cameras watching the mansion.

Of course, you knew that wasn’t a good idea having a gangster boyfriend, but love is love and you let yourself drown in that cute smile and breathtaking kisses. And your life was dangerous, of course, it always had enemies, danger, weapons and blood, lots of blood, always the damm blood.

You looked at the pregnant test fidgeting in your hands as you creased your brows and twitched the sides of your mouth.

You looked at the notebook opened in front of you showing places you could go and at your suitcase beside the chair.

The fact was that you had a bun in the oven, and you were scared, correcting, you were terrified of his reaction, Yoongi always had been gentle to you, but you knew his work and you knew how he worked.

Just then the door opened and a blond Yoongi entered in all his glory, dressed in a suit and a matching necktie. His hair was all disheveled, the necktie all messed up, but in your eyes, he still seemed gorgeous as ever, even with all the blood that stained his beautiful attire.

“Hey love”

“Hey…” you said with a tired face

“You look sad, what happened, did someone bothered you, I can take care of that for you, don’t worry.” Said him closing the door behind him

“No, it’s not that, no one bothered me, it’s another thing.”

He looked at you with a mixture of worry and confused face and started walking to you.

“I think you should sit down; we need to talk”

“Oh shit, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, babe, just sit, ok?

He did as you asked and sit across from the table, on a too much luxurious chair on your opinion.

You didn’t know how to drop the news to him, so you took the pregnancy test from you lap and out on the table in the middle of you two. He looked at you in disbelief and you looked at your lap trying to avoid his gaze, where your hands were squeezing each other as your nervousness rate rose like a rocket.

Hell, this were hell, there couldn’t be other explanation to what was going on. A baby, oh my gosh. It was the worst time to have a baby and worse than that is that you knew it.

You loved him, of course you did, but this wasn’t an environment that you wanted to raise your child. You dreamt of a better future for the little life growing in your belly and you loved the idea of you and Yoongi, a cottage far away from there, somewhere safe, lots of space for the child to run and play, maybe a backyard.

But reality was cruel, your boyfriend was too famous to simply disappear in the world, famous in the worst possible way that you could. He was the leader of the biggest and feared gang of Seoul, no one with half of a good judgment dared to cross his way and to complete the package there were the enemies, Yoongi had piles of them, half of the city feared him and the other half wanted his head on a stake.

But sometimes you thought the dumbest one in town was you, how could you love someone like him? Well, you have been asking this question to yourself since you laid eyes on him. It’s pretty cheesy, but it was love at first sight.

All these thoughts filled you mind, you looked at your hands, at the walls, at anything but him, you didn't know how Yoongi would react. You knew him, but at the same time you didn't.

He looked at you and immediately your eyes met his, his face showed no emotion, completely serious, like this was some reunion with his gang.

You wanted him to say something, anything, you were desperate for a reaction, even a bad one. But instead, he simply rose from the chair and walked away, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

You took the pregnancy test in your hands and it felt heavy in your hands. You started crying, crying hard, sobbing and hyperventilating. This was really bad, he hated it, oh gosh,  he hated it everything about this,  it would be no good for him or his business and you knew what he prioritized and it hurt you when you realized that wasn’t you and if he hated the baby, he certainly would start hating you too.

You didn't want even to think what his reaction would be, but your mind raced as fast as your heart and millions of scenarios came to you mind, none of them ending with a happy ending. You knew what was going to happen next, he was going to break up with you and kick you out of his house and out of his life and you would never see him again having to have this baby alone and being a single mother. And it would be horrible, because every time you looked at the child you would remember its father and you heart would sink even more, again and again and again.

You put the pregnancy test in your pocket and walked of his office, already thinking what you would do in the next nine months, but your objective was clear: you had to vanish, disappear from the world. And that would be hard you knew; he had his men in every possible place. But you were a smart woman, of course you were, there was no way a dumb one could be leading one of the most powerful and influencer companies in Asia. What would make things even harder, your name also was in tabloids and media, so in that way he could easily track your every step along the way, well, shit.

But you didn’t have your last name for nothing, someone with that last name never backed away from a challenge, and you wouldn’t be the first one to do it. You were going away, and no one were going to stop you.

you rushed up the stairs and opened the door of the bedroom you shared with Yoongi and went directly to the closet. You tiptoed as you got your suitcase from the top shelf. You opened it so fast that you almost teared the zipper. But that was the least thing you cared at the moment, you took handful of your clothes and threw inside the bag as more tears stained your beautiful face, you cleaned then with the back of your hand and filled the bag until your part of the closet was empty.

You had some difficult to close the suitcase since you were in a hurry and you didn’t fold any clothe. Damm, it was heavy, but you managed to carry along your loud steps out of the house, you looked behind, imagining that Yoongi could be there, but he wasn’t, and you didn’t know if that made you relieved or even sadder.

But you got in your car and started driving fast, faster than you ever did before, ignoring the traffic lights and getting people screaming as they tried not being ran over. As you started crossing a bridge you opened the window and threw the pregnancy test away, hoping it would get stuck in the bottom of the river forever.

You plugged your phone to the Bluetooth and dialed the number, the receiver picked at the third ring, as always, she didn’t liked people calling her, mainly at night. But it was a crisis, she would understand.

“Y/N, its late, I was almost falling asleep and you know how much I ha-“

“I know, Yongsun, I’m sorry, but please, listen, it’s important, look, I’m going to take a few months of vacation and I need you to take care of the enterprise, ok? You’re in control now”

There was a brief moment of silence, your tensed even more.

“Ok, I’ll do it, you know I’d do anything for you, but why? What happen-

Suddenly the girl’s voice changed to a loud buzz and the to another voice

“Shit” You muttered under your breath

“Noona? Where are you? I see here that you are going fast, please slow down, it’s dangerous”

“Leave me alone Jungguk”

“Noona, please don’t do this, I just want to help”

“Then help me getting out my phone”

“But Noona, I don’t want-“

Then you heard some rattling with a chair, someone crashing to the ground and some microphone. You liked Jungguk, he was a nice kid, but now you just wanted him to go to fucking hell and burn, burn to ashes that you could dance on it. Then another voice came through the speaker, shit, this voice you knew for sure, and you almost banged your head on the steering wheel because of the frustration that overcame you.

“Y/N, please come back home” Said him in a strangely calm tone of voice, shit, that meant danger, too calm.

“I can’t”

“Why not, love?”

In other times the pet name would made a smile grown in your fast, but now it only made you cry harder and your heart ache, as you felt how much you still loved him.

“That’s not my home anymore, I’m going to my home”

“And where your home if I’m not there?”

“That’s the whole point, now my home its anywhere far away from you. You better forget me and not come trying to find me, Min Yoongi” You screamed despite him not being there

“Oh love, I love how you say my name, it so melodic,  and you know how much I love you and want to protect you, so there is no way I’m not knowing your location, I always know, I always will.”

“Yoongi, I hate how you're always breathing on my neck, that doesn't sound nice, it sounds like a threat, are you threatening me?”

“Of course not, love. I’m just remembering you about my promise of always protect you.”

Yoongi would never let you go, outside he could seems cold but you just had to look into his eyes and you could see fire burning, he wasn’t the boss just casually, he was someone that looked at stuff burning as laughed his ass off, almost like a psychopath, totally out of his mind and no way you’d let your child near a psychopath, although he was the father.

Then you looked at the rearview mirror and you saw the car plate, oh gosh, it couldn’t be, you thought you had an advantage of time, you left early. It was him. You screamed in frustration and right in front of the bridge you could see that it was blocked, and a part of the middle of it was missing like it was imploded or something, but how? You were sure that if that happened, you’d have listed.

You were forced to stop and you sat there, all your limbs shaking and your breath hitched, you were on the verge of crying more, but no way in hell you’d let him see you crying, so you wiped all your tears. now you had to be the double of the courageous person you were, for you and your baby.

You were bought back to reality by a knock on your window.

“Get out”

You did it, and you embraced yourself because of the cold breeze of the almost winter. Yoongi noticed and took off his jacket putting on your shoulders, taking a deep breath and shoving his hands into his pockets. For some little time that seemed to last forever you two just stood there in the company of each other, the wind making you hair messy and you let it be, it was covering your vision of Yoongi and made you feel better.

“I can’t believe you bombed a bridged” You said looking at the missing part of it.

“Don’t worry, by tomorrow it’s going to be fixed”

“Fix it now” You said first time looking at his eyes, they were bloodshot, you didn’t know if it was sadness or pure anger.

“Why should I? So you can go away and leave me? No way I’m letting that happen”

“Yes, you will, I have to go, Yoongi, you don’t understand”

He laughed sarcastically in disbelief

“No, darling, you don’t understand, we’re having a baby, my job always was to protect and love you and now I’m going to double my job because of the baby”

“You talk about it like it was a burden to you, if really is why you care? just let me out of your life so you can keep going with your mobster life” you said now crying, you couldn’t hold it back anymore, it was too much

“You always knew about my mobster life and you never had a problem with it before, I thought you were with me in this path, with me, with me!”

“I was, Yoongi, I really was, totally devoted to you, but I can’t anymore, you trained me, I can take care of myself. But I can’t take care of myself and a baby, the baby will always be in danger, plus it’s an easy target”

“If you can’t do it, then let me do it, I can protect you, you know my reputation, I won’t let anyone hurt you or our baby”

“NO!”

“No what? It’s not my child?”

“What do you mean? of course it is, who do you think I am, a whore? I never cheated on you. It’s your, but I know you don’t want it, so I’ll be on my way”

You turned around ready to enter your car and find another way out of there, but then Yoongi started speaking again

“it’s my child, I want this baby, I really do, I want it all with you. Please, let me take care of you both, I know I have my flaws, but I’ll do my best”

“No way, you’re a cold killer, have no regrets on spilling blood and making piles of bodies, how can I be sure that I won’t be one of them!?”

He looked at you with a confused expression

“Babe, are you afraid of me?”

“Of course, I am, you psychopath”

He started walking towards you and you started taking steps behind you.

“I can assure you that has no reason for you to be afraid of me, for heaven’s sake I goddam love you, I worship you, you’re my queen. A king can’t rule its empire without his queen and you’re my queen. Please come back to me” Said him offering his hand to you.

You kept walking behind, then Yoongi sprinted and caught you by the waist, you looked behind and saw that you were at the end line, the river waving calm underneath you.

“See? You’re safe with me, I won’t let anything hurt you”

“Ok, I’ll come back”

He smiled wildly, interlacing your hand with his already pulling you towards the car. But you didn’t move one inch. He looked back at you; brows furrowed deeply

“I’ll come back, but I have conditions”

“And what would that be, love?” said him looking at you calmly and some expression between puzzled and challenging

“I want more of your time to me, we’re together, but at the same time we’re not, you’re never there. Second, you’re going to take of off all your tracker of all my devices”

He took a deep breath, and looked up to the sky, buffing and all looking like stuff were going against his will, what he obviously hates it.

“Anything else, angel?”

“yes, I want to be more active in the gang, no way I’m going to be just your trophy girlfriend”

“That means you will be in lots of danger” He said squeezing your hand

“I can handle it” you said smiling

He laughed

“This it’s like playing chess, the king does everything to protect the queen, who is the last to fall”

“Yes, it’s like chess. So, what about my conditions?”

“Fine, you can have whatever you want, I would dive in hell if you asked me to” He said will half a smile. “Now please get in the car, it’s cold, you going to get sick”

And you entered his car, you came back home, to your empire, to rule it besides him. It wasn’t easy. It was your first child, you both pretty much freak out, but you guys were enjoying, each day was a new day. And he only let people he truly trusted near you.

And nine months later, a beautiful and healthy boy came into your lives, a boy that you name it Minjae, that meant smart and talent.

“I like the name, it sounds nice. It’s a great choice, love” He said looking at the newborn baby that you were holding dearly in your arms.

“Talking about love…” You started “I have something to say”

He looked at you, expectant

“I love you”

Vixen: As much as I loved how my words made Taehyung react, his clap back had caught me off guard. Damn Taehyung and his naturally flirty personality. I roll my eyes and lean against the side of the hot tub. “And what if I am Mr. Kim?” The look in his eyes made me blush. I cant fall for this guy. No way. Only way to not give in to his charm is to retaliate with the same flirty personality he always threw at me. I lean all my weight on the side of the hot tub and sneak my foot up his leg and to his crotch.

Yoongi: A small smile drags across my lips as I watch you blush. I waste no time to pull you against my chest, feeling like we were in our own little world. “You’re cute, you know that?” I splash you a little, laughing at your pouty face, ready to attack. “Alright kitten. Retract your claws. Why don’t we go inside? You need to get ready for your shift tonight, right?”

You knew you shouldn’t have gone out by yourself. You knew how dangerous it would be and how worried he would get, but you couldn’t help yourself. However you hoped oh-so- desperately he wouldn’t find out. Unluckily he had eyes everywhere.

Kim Namjoon

As soon as you shut the front door, you found him right in front of you. His lips sucked in by his teeth, his body tense, he was the portrait of silent rage.

“I hope you enjoyed your short lived freedom, you won’t be experiencing it anytime soon. Let’s go. Oh. And if you ever try this again I might just put a collar on that pretty little neck of yours.”

Kim Seokjin

You returned as quickly as possible, hoping he wouldn’t come home before you. Unfortunately, that was wishful thinking. As soon as you entered you saw his jacket thrown on the armchair you knew you were in trouble. You made your way slowly to the  bedroom, heart pace picking up with each step. He was sat there, on the bed, waiting. “Darling. Would you like to explain to me why did you think it was a good idea to leave the house alone? Do you know how many people want you dead or captive just to get back at me?” When his accusations were met with nothing but silence and pleading eyes, he sighed and pulled you by the hand into his lap, holding you tightly. “Just never do that again. I won’t be able to live with myself  if something happened to you.”

Jung Hoseok 

You were about three blocks away from your home when someone suddenly covered your mouth and pulled you into the nearest alleyway. You tried to fight, but the male was just too strong. One of his hands was clasped securely over your lips and the other was snaked over your abdomen  pressing your back against his chest so hard it almost hurt . Burying their face into your neck he whispered “What would you do if something like this would happen one day, hmm? ” Hoseok. How did he- “You can’t even fight back. What if one of my enemies were to find you like this? Do you know how would they enjoy torturing you?” He spun you around, holding your arms in place. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you.” You went to say something but he cut you off “Don’t bother. Let’s go home, shall we? I have a lesson to teach you after all”

Min Yoongi 

He was upset. Furious even. It was written  all over his face. But he said nothing. Just stared at you while twirling a lighter in his hands. “Yoongi, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I-” “Just don’t talk to me right now.” You were taken aback by his words, not knowing what your next move should be. You wanted him to forgive you; you wanted to see that smile you loved so much lighten his expression. “If we have this discussion right now I don’t know what I will do. Just, go to the bedroom or something, I can’t even stand to look at you”

Park Jimin 

To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You knew how scary Jimin could be when he truly got mad and you hoped to God he wouldn’t find out. But as soon as you saw his face, all hope vanished. “Ah, here’s my undisciplined jagi. Did you have fun on your little adventure?” You shook your head slowly. “What happened? Cat got your tongue?” He approached you, backing you into the door behind you and bracing his arms on either side of your head. His face was so close that your noses were almost touching and the intensity of his gaze made your insides tremble.   “I think I should teach you some manners. After all, I wouldn’t want you to believe that you could ever do this again, you know? ”

Kim Taehyung 

You were sat on the couch reading one of your favourite books when he came back home. You heard the door close and the shuffling of him removing his shoes and jacket. Your whole body tensed. Maybe,  just may- “Hey baby! How are you?” He seemed to be in a good mood, that was promising. “Nothing much. I was just waiting for you.” “Oh really? That’s so sweet of you.” He plopped next to you and swung his arm around your shoulders, looking into your eyes . Now, tell me. Were you somehow trying to find me and that’s why you left?” Your mouth went instantly dry and you tried your best to form words but his gaze was piercing right through you with such intensity that you thought you might pass out right then and there “I- I.. Well..” “Jagi, I specifically told you not to go out for a reason. You could have just told me. I’m going to let this little stunt of yours pass, but if you ever do that again you should prepare yourself for the consequences.”

Jeon Jungkook

You were so worried that someone might see you that you looked around every few seconds or so, managing to walk into someone. You went to apologize but froze when you saw none other than your boyfriend staring at you with an enraged expression.

“Jagi, I hoped you were smarter than that. Strutting around with no one accompanying you and not even paying attention.  Tsk. Bad girl. I should have taught  you your place sooner. No matter. There’s plenty of time to do that”