TaeHyuna
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I Want The Headline...PT40
Genre: Angst (Mature Content Warning) MAFIA!YOONGI+BTS
Members: Yoongi/ Suga; Reader (You); Jimin; Jungkook; Jin; JHope; Rap Monster; Taehyung
Part: 40/? Character Profiles | Video
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Summary:He had a goal and you were just one more person to crush to get to it.
This was typical Jaehwa luck.
He went to pick the lock to one of the many back doors of Namjoon’s warehouse and he ends up breaking straight into the boss’ office. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see that the boss himself and his right hand were standing inside, deep in conversation. Just as he was about to turn around and make a run for it they both fell silent. The right hand was the first to lock eyes with him and for whatever reason, recognition glimmered there.
He recognized Jaehwa.
Jungkook shouldered past Namjoon, jumping over his desk to get to Jaehwa, “You!” Jae sidestepped him, crashing into and knocking over a bookcase. The sounds of hardcover books plummeting to the ground momentarily drowning out Jungkook’s shouts.
Jaehwa kicked away some scattered papers, glancing behind himself to make sure he didn’t crash into anything else. How did that guy know him? Had he accidentally sold to him before? “You’re the fucking fiance! I already told you I love her more than you! Why the fuck are you here? She’s not going with you!”
Everything clicked into place.
“You’re the guy who called me?” He blanched, dodging the stack of books Jungkook threw at him. The furious man, gripped the decorative knife embedded in Namjoon’s desk and lunged forward, boots crashing down onto the overturned book case. Jaehwa reflectively grabbed the closest thing, a bottle of liquor, and swung it at him. Jungkook ducked his head, the bottle smashing against his shoulder as he swung out his fist, knife held tightly in his grasp.
Out of all the places Jaehwa could have snuck into; he literally barged into the most dangerous of them all. Why couldn’t he have snuck into the bathroom or storage closet? He hoped that Yoongi and the other would be coming soon. Perhaps he could have stood a small chance against Jungkook alone, but Namjoon was in the room too.
Namjoon stood quietly in the center of the room, eyes shifting from Jungkook and the other man to the door he had broken into. Jungkook said that man was some woman’s fiance and it had to be you. You were the only woman Jungkook doted on and protected so fiercely. Before all this, you were a rather bland girl with an uneventful life. Namjoon knew, he checked himself. So it was more than likely that your fiancee was a normal, average guy. So how did he know you were here and why was he breaking into a well known mafia base?
Unless, of course, he was part of an organization.
And the only organization who knew and cared about what happened to you was Yoongi’s.
“He works for Yoongi.” Namjoon snapped, reaching into his pocket for his gun. “They’re probably on their way here-”
Somewhere in the warehouse, a gunshot echoed.
Jungkook punched Jaehwa, teeth bared as he tried to get a firm grip on him. Jaehwa’s head snapped back and he lost his balance, his body falling back. Hand reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of Jungkook’s shirt, pulling at it. Jungkook was forced forward, his feet unsuccessful in stepping off the fallen bookcase and he, too, fell forward. The two men toppled over, both trying to recover faster than the other and gain the upper hand.
Namjoon readied his gun, aiming it at the two of them. Something was going on outside and it probably had everything to with this guy. It would be better to kill him and move on. If he couldn’t figure out which door to break into, then he probably didn’t know anything. Jungkook’s body covered most of Jaehwa’s and Namjoon couldn’t get a clear shot. He stepped forward to get a better angle, finger hovering over the trigger.
There was another gunshot somewhere inside the facility.
Namjoon looked away from the two men, just as the door was being forced open. Areum stumbled in, clothes disheveled and tears in her eyes. “There’s..Someone is here!” She screamed, “He-he came in through the Waiting Room window and shot the guard at the door! Women are running around screaming and the members are confused; no one knows where he went..” She sobbed, unsteadily shuffling into the room. Namjoon watched her carefully, eyes flitting over her briefly,
“Did you see him?” He retorted, “What did he look like?”
“I don’t..I don’t know..He was waving a gun at us.” She wept, wiping at her eyes, “I was scared! I just..I just wanted to find you and tell you..” Areum’s tear stricken gaze passed over Jungkook and Jaehwa. The two were to preoccupied punching at each other to pay her any mind. She mentally groaned, of course Jaehwa would screw up as soon as he got there.
At least he was keeping Jungkook occupied and away from you.
She moved forward, cowering into Namjoon’s side “Is..is he with him?” He patted her shoulder, nudging her into a corner of the room.
“Jungkook will be done with him soon. Just stay here until this blows over.” The leader tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants. He need to find Tae and come up with a plan. Areum watched him rush from the room, his footsteps being drowned out from the commotion outside rather quickly. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes and looked over to Jungkook and Jaehwa. Scanning the room, she spotted a thick briefcase tucked against Namjoon’s desk.
The woman grabbed the case handle, sneaking up behind Jungkook. “Hey!” His head snapped up, eyes widening at the raise case in her hands. She swung it with all her strength, wincing at the cry of pain escaping his lips as he toppled over onto his side. Jaehwa was up instantly, snatched the case from her and striking Jungkook with it until he stopped moving. The was a lapse of silence as they both stared down at his motionless body. Jaehwa leaned down, pressing his fingers to Jungkook’s neck. He dropped the case, sighing heavily,
“He’s alive.” He mumbled, “I’ll keep an eye on him, you go find Namjoon before he gets to Y/N.” He wiped at his sweaty brow,”Who’s here?”
“Hoseok’s the one causing the commotion. He spotted Taehyung and went after him. I saw Yoongi briefly, he was heading towards the back halls, but I have no idea where Jin is.”
“Well, they need to hurry up.”He huffed, “I’d like to be gone before this psycho wakes up.”
You furrowed your brows, shifting back from Jimin as far as you could go. Jimin stepped closer to you, sitting down directly across from you. “You can tell me, baby.” He whispered delicately, “We can tell each other these things, right?” The gun shone dully in his hands as he turned it over several times before setting it on his lap. Jimin gave you a haggard smile, the corners of his lips twitching.
He was still affected by whatever had him punching the mirror.
“Why don’t you want to go to Jeon?” He repeated. You gulped, hands shaking uncontrollably. The list of why you wanted to be away from him was growing longer by the day. You didn’t know where to begin and you didn’t even know if telling Jimin was a good idea. He waited patiently, knuckles rubbing absently at his chest.
“He hurt me.” You settled on. That summed it up nicely, to say the least. Jimin nodded in understanding.
“He hurt me too.” He agreed. “He hurt me a lot and he took me away from her.”
You blanked at the last part. Didn’t Jungkook technically take her away from him? Your better judgement insisted that you don’t try to argue with the man with the gun, so you nodded in agreement. “Jungkook took me away from him.” You revealed softly. Jimin’s eye’s widened curiously.
“Who?”
“Yoongi.”
He rubbed at his scalp, “Yoongi?” He echoed, nodding to himself. “You love Yoongi and Jungkook took you away from him?” That sounded all too familiar to Jimin. Jungkook’s specialty was destroying things and you were stupid for thinking any different. Jimin had tried to warn you, but you fell in love with him and there wasn’t much Jimin could do for you. Now, it seemed that you were learning about the real Jungkook.
You finally understood Jimin.
He reached his hand out to grab yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It hurts, baby, doesn’t it? How he can hurt us so bad and not care at all.”
Your face crumpled, breath catching with your sob. It did hurt. You had tried to put off thinking about it, but the plain truth was Jungkook was never going to let you go back to Yoongi alive. That kiss on the cliffside was probably the last time you were ever going to see Yoongi and you didn’t even have the courage to tell him the truth. You were never going to see his reaction and he was never going to know what your time with him in that room had created. It was scary, being forced into a situation like that. You had tried to stay hopeful, both inside and outside the room, but Jungkook had easily crushed all that hope.
When the first box had arrived inside the room along with the note telling you to lock yourself in the bathroom and not let Yoongi see what was inside, you were confused.
You had shakily opened the small box, sighing in relief at the pads, tampons and liners inside. Stupidly, you had thought it was just a privacy thing and Namjoon was mildly considerate in his own twisted way. It wasn’t until you pulled away the pads that you saw the true point behind the box. The pregnancy test and a single pill.
Three hours was how long you sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the pill in your palm. The test had already been taken and came up negative. It had only been about four days, nothing was going to show. It was thrown in the trash, the box ripped up into tiny shreds and half a roll of crumpled toilet paper packed down atop it. A note had been taped on the box informing you that Yoongi was never allowed to know about the tests, but the pill you could talk about to him. Which was fine.
The trouble you were having was with the pill. Your first thought was to swallow it and go on with your life, but then you actually thought about it. And you thought about your brothers. You had thought they were both dead. You thought your family was gone and you were alone.
But Yoongi was there now, and he had been nothing but caring and considerate and remorseful of what he had to do. Admittedly, he had been starting to scare you with how often he initiated sex; some unforeseen fear behind his eyes as he reached down for the waistband of his pants. There had even been several times when he had been jolted away from some dream he never told you about and would roll over, shaking you awake.
The first time it happened, you had tried to calm him down. He was drenched in sweat, eyes unsteady as he fumbled with your clothes; he needed to talk about his dream more than he needed to have sex with you, Namjoon be damned. Yoongi had never spoken of the dream, only repeating that Namjoon would hurt you if you two didn’t try. It was odd to you how much more afraid he was of Namjoon or Taehyung drugging you than you were. But if you were honest, you had been making bad decisions left and right since that day Jimin abducted you.
Yoongi showed more concern for you than you did for yourself.
So you always told him yes.
You trusted him, you believed he was doing the most he could to keep you both safe. So the thought of having his child wasn’t terrible. Before this entire mafia deal, you would have abhorred the thought of a child. That was Jin and your oldest brother’s jobs; to have children. You had already decided that you’d be the cool aunt. But they were gone and you were the only one left. And on that floor you had wept and realized how much you loved your family and how much you’d give to have them back.
Or what you’d do just to have some sort of a family again.
So you tucked the pill away, hiding it where Yoongi would never look and made up your mind. You were going to have a family and it was going to be from the only man who really cared for you out here. Jungkook had cared too, but his way was perceived to you as selfish now that you had witnessed how selfless Yoongi was. He didn’t even have to be part of it (even though you had hoped that his compassion to you would extend to his own child), just the fact that it was his was enough. He was someone with endearing qualities and you knew Jin would have been proud if he was still alive.
You weren’t even sure if you were going to be alive that long, but you were going to try.
When you had finally left the bathroom, Yoongi was right there, worried eyes darting over your body. He had asked what was in the box and why you were crying in there. So you had told him, exactly how Namjoon’s note had laid it out; there were pads and other necessities and a pill. A part of you had been hurt when Yoongi sighed in relief, hands gripping your shoulders as he asked if you had taken the pill. The adamance of his voice had surprised you and instinctively you had lied and said yes.
And you had never seen him look so happy.
So you figured you were alone with this and that was okay. You were just glad to have a family again.
He didn’t know that every time a box was sent to you with pads and a test that a pill was inside. He assumed that a pill was given only after the two of you had sex. He didn’t know that you’d dismiss the pill, that gave you a chance to back out, and tucked it away. At one point you had been tempted to swallow it while you waited for the test results, nothing was happening, but then you had glanced at the test and saw the pink plus.
And all you could think of was how you were going to have a family again.
So of course the next time the two of you were ordered to have sex (which didn’t feel like an order at all with how eager you two were to touch) and a pill appeared the next day, Yoongi had asked if you took it.
And you lied and said yes; remembering how relieved he had been the first time.
He didn’t respond that time, only leaning over to plant a distracted kiss on your lips as he mulled something over silently. You had smoothed back his hair, a bit surprised when he turned to you, lips parted as he gave you a pressing open mouthed kiss. He had pulled you closer, hand skimming over your thigh, and asked if he could touch you again.
So you were hopeful that he secretly wanted it too.
Jimin rubbed your hands, blinking back tears. “He just takes and takes and takes away. We..we were going to have a family and he took her away.” Jimin felt you flinch violently, hands pulling from his to cover your face. You mumbled something incomprehensible through your tears. “What did you say?” He asked, trying to move your hands.
You wept bitterly. Jimin and his girlfriend seemed to be exactly like you and Yoongi and if Jungkook had destroyed them, what hope did you two have?
“Nothing.” You whispered. This was something that Yoongi should have been told first. It should’ve been at the cliff, but you thought that he would’ve come back for you by now. Why hadn’t he come back? Was he alright? Jimin let it slide, hands beginning to dig into his skin. The itch was back,
“Baby?” He soothed,”Do you understand me? Do you really do?” You nodded, you truly, honestly understood how Jimin felt now. And it was all because of Jungkook. He smiled softly, “The only other girl I’ve called baby was my girlfriend.” He admitted to you, “I swore I’d never call another woman that, but with you..it just slipped..and it felt natural. I knew you were special somehow, but now I know why for sure.” He scooted closer to you, leaning forwards towards you. Cowering back you stared at him in confusion.
He had just handed you the gun.
“I have a favor to ask, baby.” Jimin worked your fingers around it, shushing your sobs, “You’re a good listener, baby. Remember the knife and the zipties? And how good you did? This will be the same.” He secured your grip on the gun, his hand holding yours in place as he tucked it under his jaw, “I know I promised that I’d help you like no one helped me, but..I..We’re tired, aren’t we?” His eyes drifted to the corner, “It’s been staring at us the whole time and the itch is getting worse. I’ve been so mean to you, but I really need this favor, baby..then you help yourself, alright?”
You tried to jerked back your hand, but his grip tightened. “Jimin, I can help you, but not like this.” You pleaded, “We can find someone to help you. I don’t want you to do this; I don’t want to do this!”
He quietly reminded you, “Jungkookie just takes and takes and takes away. He took my girlfriend, he took Yoongi, it’s only a matter of time before it’s us. We’re friends, right, baby? We’re-”
The door slammed open, you flinched and Jimin dropped.
CREDIT TO SUGA-OF-DAEGU






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omg not my baby Jimin!!! 😢😢😢
2 years ago·Reply
0_0 I don't know how to reply... the feels man. it's just... asdfhjkl... ahhh
2 years ago·Reply
ah what was that?!! woah!
2 years ago·Reply
this better update soon or imma cry 😢😢 oh, wait, i am crying
2 years ago·Reply
@Isolate hahaha ok
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