Genre: Mafia AU
Others Characters in Chapter: Jin, Yoongi, Jimin (Mention of Minah), Taehyung
Length: 7146 words
Warning: Swearing, Violence, Intimacy
Summary: The love of your life wasn’t who he claimed to be
I just carried on staring at Jimin trying to assess his reaction to this third presence. And judging by his obvious discomfort, it was’t a good sign. It was clearly his boss, and he was clearly in trouble.
“Jimin”, the voice drawled, still shrouded in darkness, “Why don’t you leave, and I’ll take it from here?” I swallowed, not trusting myself to speak, looking Jimin straight in the eye.
“Boss, we were ju-”,Jimin started, probably to explain himself, and why he was talking to me. This guy must think I’m scum, that no one should talk to me. I already don’t like him and I haven't even seen him yet.
The voice cut him off, sounding even harsher than before, if that was possible. “-Jimin.” The air of authority from the voice resonated throughout the big room, letting everyone know it is not to be messed with. But hell, I wouldn’t be alive still if I had shown any fear, so I wasn’t going to start now.
“I have Namjoon waiting on my command. If you don’t willingly leave, he will drag you out by force”. Suddenly, a man stepped into the light. I gaped up at him. He was…something else.
The first thing I noticed was his mint coloured hair. Not a colour I thought anyone could pull off, but he managed it. Does everyone around here dye their hair? His pale face looked an unhealthy shade of red, like he was really angry. Well he would be pissed, he’s just heard his girlfriends dead.
His eyes darkened even more as he turned to face Jimin, and that’s when I noticed Taehyung’s gun in his hand. So THAT’S where it had gone.Bollocks. I swallowed again, my mouth dry and heart pounding. I instinctively started to slowly twist my hands, trying to set my wrists free. They felt sore against the coarse rope, and I was too weak to try and struggle. So i gave up.
I also turned my attention to Orange and all I could do was whisper his name helplessly. “Jimin…”
Jimin just sighed in response, the defeat in his face evident, and he muttered “It’s gonna be ok babe. Just do as the boss says.” I just stared at him before turning away. I wasn’t going to cry.
I turned back just in time to see Jimin walk away from the light. Into the dark. Away from me. He may have been a dick, but he was the closest thing I had to a friend in this twisted situation.
“Namjoon?”, Minty called out (these colour nicknames were beginning to catch on). “Yes Boss?”, a familiar gruff voice responded. I craned my neck to see, but obviously I couldn’t see in the dark. Y/n, you should eat more carrots. Oh shut up, he’s going to kill you, you moron!
“You leave as well. Shut the door behind you and make sure Orange doesn’t come wandering back.” I just blinked, staring at the ground,not letting on any reaction with my face. He heard the nickname. He doesn’t seem to like that, does he? I wondered, noting the scorn in his voice.
“Yes Boss.”I heard large striding footsteps leaving the room, then the click of the door echoing. Then silence.
The man before me waited until all was clear before slowly turning his attention back to me. His tense profile was towering above me. I have to admit, this was rather intimating.
“Well..y/n, isn’t it?”he asked, burning holes in me with his eyes. When I didn’t respond he sat down on the seat opposite, where Jimin was sat only minutes ago. He set the gun down in his lap, then cocked his head, stubbornly waiting for an answer.
So I did. “You’re telling me you got me kidnapped, knocked out and tied to a chair, and you’re not even sure of my name? Nice one, Boss.” I retorted, mimicking Namjoon from earlier. He was gonna kill me anyway, whether I kept my cool or not.
For the first time since I saw him, he smiled. Well, it was more of a smirk. “No y/n.” He made my name sound weirdly special, like it was a great discovery. Not just an ordinary name for an ordinary girl. “I just wanted to piss you off. I like it when you get angry. More fun for me.”he added in a hushed tone.
I looked at him like he was crazy. Well, he was. “Well. Mission accomplished.”
There was an unexplainable glint in his eyes, like he was a wild animal who had just spotted his prey. He carried on speaking. “So, you’re Jungkook’s girl, huh?”
“No, I’m not”, I responded, trying to hide how bitter I felt about what Jungkook had done to me. “I was his bitch for 4 months. He lived with me cus his mission from Jin was to kill my brother and uncle.”
I realised as I was speaking, that my brother and uncle had probably been working for Minty. “Then why arn’t you dead yet?”
“You just heard me tell Ora-Jimin”, I quickly corrected myself. “I ran away this morning. Or else I probably would be dead. Minty- or Yoongi, although he hadn’t actually introduced himself to me yet- lent back in his seat, eyeing me up and down.
I couldn’t meet his gaze so I turned to his lap and just stared at the gun. The same gun that had provided me with an odd sense of security, would be the weapon to end me. How ironic.
“Are you…upset?” I chose my words carefully. Minty scoffed. I wasn’t looking him in the eye still, so he reached over and grabbed my chin harshly, forcing me to look at him. I tried pulling my face away, but his vice-like grip was too strong. So I slumped down in defeat, letting him carry the weight of my head.
“No, I’m not. And there’s three reasons for that. I waited, staring at him, unblinking. He leaned in closer. Wow, he really is good-looking.
“Number 1. I don’t get ‘upset’”. He said, in a low voice. He leaned in even closer. “Number 2. I’m not upset because I’m pissed. That bastard needs to learn to keep his hands off my property”. Property? That’s how he saw her?
He interrupted my thoughts with “Number 3. I’m not upset, because in return of losing her, I got you.” What does that mean? Is he gonna kill me to get revenge on Jungkook? So he can damage Jungkook’s “property?”
He shifted his thumb from under my chin and moved it softly above my lips. Should I bite him? No, you idiot, you’re tied up, where the fuck are you gonna run? I sighed. Sometimes, I questioned my sanity.
I swallowed for like the millionth time. Then I realised I hadn’t drank or eaten anything in ages. I was starving.
Stop thinking about food you idiot. Minty kept one hand on my chin, and the other was slowly pulling something from inside his jacket. Jesus Christ, a knife. It glinted in the light, the same way Minty’s eyes glinted when he was staring at me. I closed my eyes, waiting for agony.
Just then, a shrill ringing made us both jump. I opened my eyes and looked around to see what the source of the noise was. It’s my phone! And I could see the caller ID. Jungkook.
Minty could see it too, because he removed his hand from me, and simultaneously stood up, placing both the knife and gun in his seat. Why is he smiling? What’s he going to do?! He walked towards my phone, and slowly, teasingly, bent down to pick it up.
“Oh look!”, he exclaimed, showing me the screen, feigning excitement, “Speak of the devil, it’s Jungkook!” I pursed my lips at his mockery. As if he didn’t know. He answered the call, that mischievous smirk still playing on his lips. I took a deep breath. I wasn’t ready for this.
“Hello, y/n’s phone”, Minty announced, a fake happiness to his voice. “How may I help you?” A pause ensued.
“..Woah woah, take a chill pill Jungkookie…”, Minty grinned, clearly enjoying himself. I stared at the phone in his hand, trying to hear what Jungkook was saying, but I couldn’t hear a thing.
“No…y/n can’t talk to you right now..She’s a little.. tied up at the minute. “ He winked. I didn’t know what to make of this. This man was cold and ruthless, why was he joking about like this? Have to admit though, the joke was pretty good. I tried not to grin back.
Jungkook clearly wasn’t going to give up, and Minty could have easily hung up on him , but he didn’t. “How about..I put you on loudspeaker?”, Minty offered, the devilish grin not leaving his face. He walked towards his chair whilst putting Jungkook on loudspeaker. Then, he grabbed the knife from his seat at the same time. He placed my phone down where the knife had been.
Then I heard “y/n! y/n..oh my god, did those bastards hurt you?”
I couldn’t reply. All I could do was focus on the way Minty was slowly walking behind me with the knife. “Y/N!! Speak to me godamnit! What have they done? Where are you!?”
“Speak to him, babe”, Minty spoke from behind me, stressing that last word, so Jungkook was sure to hear. I still stayed quiet as he moved all my hair onto one shoulder, leaving the other shoulder exposed to him.
“Don’t fucking call her that you slimy-” Jungkook was so angry. But that’s because he saw me as his possession. He didn’t love me. Not like I had loved him.
“-Jungkook.”I began in a factual tone, cutting him off. Minty must have bent down to my level, because I could feel his warm breath on my neck. “I don’t have any serious injuries. And I don’t know where I am. I was kno-” Suddenly I involuntarily moaned, as Minty had placed his lips on my neck. “Carry on”, Minty encouraged me, his low voice rumbling in my ear. He placed a hand on my shoulder..
It was only a soft moan, so Jungkook probably hadn’t picked it up. So I continued like nothing was happening. “I was knocked out, so I don’t know the location”.
Jungkook was silent for a minute. “Yoongi, I know you’re there. So listen carefully.” I gasped as I felt the cold metal of the knife on my wrist, before I felt Minty sawing away at the rope that held my hands in that position. I gasped again as his lips moved further up my neck until he was just below my ear. My weak spot.
“Y/n?”, Jungkook’s voice was laced with worry.
What is he playing at? And why is he untying me? Of course, I was glad, but also suspicious. Didn’t he want to hurt me?
“Jungkook, I’m fine.” I didn’t really know what else to say. In reality, I was anything but fine. Suddenly, my wrists were free and Minty had pulled away, knife still in hand. Then,he moved to stand right in front of me, the knife still in his hand.
I didn’t look at him, and was concentrating on my sore wrists. These bruises would last a while. As I was rubbing them, he placed the knife down and grabbed my hands. I looked up at him, wondering what he would do next.
“So Jungkook”, he sneered. I heard Jungkook growl on the other end. Boy, he’s angry. Minty continued, “I’m getting the feeling y/n doesn’t want to talk to you… Why don’t you go to that whore of yours and leave y/n alone? Or are you too busy killing other people’s girlfriends and having pretend ones to give a damn about your own?”
If he hadn’t hit a nerve he sure did now. “I will kill you.”, Jungkook hissed venomously. I could hear Taehyung in the background asking “What’s going on?” Yep, he’s definitely awake. Wonder if I left a bruise.
But Jungkook ignored him.“That bitch deserved what she was getting. And you’re next.” Yoongi was looking down at my expression of disbelief at Jungkook’s words.
He knelt down to my level and grabbed the knife again. Then I watched as he rested the flat of the knife on my knee. Then, he slowly started to move it up my thigh. Now my hands were free, I gripped the sides of the chair, anticipating what he would do next. I didn’t want to stop him. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done already. His eyes were dark with lust and anger.
When Jungkook realised that wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted, he went further. “You wanna know how she died?” Yoongi stopped moving the knife and turned towards the phone, paying a bit more attention to Jungkook. “That whore died moaning my name”, he spat. We both froze. “Right before I slit her throat. “
I could see Yoongi’s jaw tense. Then he looked at me, and I looked back wide-eyed. Scared. This was the same man I had lived with? The man I loved? Who the hell was he?
“You see y/n?”, Yoongi suddenly asked, his voice loud and filled with hate. “This is what Jungkook really is. If he ever sees you again, you’ll end up in the exact same way.”
“No!”, Jungkook shouted “Y/n I would NEVER hurt you! Yuri was a traitor and traitors get punished.” For the first time in a while, I spoke up. “Jungkook, you already hurt me.” I was speaking to Jungkook, but staring at Yoongi, who was staring back. There was something about the way he looked at me, which made me feel vulnerable. But I liked it.
I instinctively bit my lip. Not to tease Yoongi, like I had done with Taehyung, but because I was genuinely nervous. After a pause, I carried on. “You lied to me. You used me because you needed a place to live. You already have a girlfriend.” Yoongi looked down and noticed my legs were still bound by rope. I watched as he started cutting through that.
Silence from the other end. So I carried on. “How do I know I won’t end up the same way Yuri did?”
Jungkook replied, “Y/n, stop. Think about what you’re saying. It’s me Jungkook. And do you not think if I wanted you out the picture, I would have done it 4 months back?”
“STOP TRYING TO FOOL ME”, I shouted, channelling all my frustration at the black device on the chair in front of me. “You probably kept me alive for your own means!” I was referring to the sex, of course.
By now Yoongi had cut through the rope. I slowly stretched my legs out wincing in pain. Yoongi placed the knife down, now that he had no need for it and waited for me to finish my rant.
“It’s your fault I had to run from my own apartment. Your fault the back of my head’s bashed in and I’m covered in my own blood. Your fucking fault that I’ve been kidnapped!” After saying all that I suddenly felt drained.
“Y/n…I’m coming. Don’t let him get into your head. You’re smarter than that”
I scoffed. “Am I? Then why was I stupid enough to believe your lies, Jungkook?”
“Y/n..”, he trailed off. He had nothing more to say. He sounded hurt, but right now I didn’t care. He had lied to me constantly, and I believed it all.
Suddenly, Yoongi stood up to his full height ,walked to the chair and grabbed the phone. “Well Jungkookie, happy now you’ve spoken to y/n?”, he said. He didn’t wait for an answer “Don’t come into my territory looking for her you lowlife, or there’ll be hell to pay for.”
Wow. Talk about adding insult to injury.
“Shut the fuck up Yoongi. She’s mine and I’m coming for her. Try and stop me all you want.” Yoongi just laughed in response. “You deluded fucker. She’s not yours. I could kiss her right now and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
My head snapped up at this. He won’t. Not while Jungkook was on the line. But Yoongi turned and slowly walked towards me, phone in hand, and that lustful look back in his eyes. That look does things to me.
Jungkook was shouting “NO” and “DON’T TOUCH HER ” but both of us ignored him. He was just background noise. Yoongi slowly grabbed my hands and stood me up. I hissed in pain- my legs were extremely stiff. He placed the phone down where I had been sat. Even when I was stood up, he towered above me.
I looked up at him. “W-what are you doing?” He put a finger to my lips. “Shh babe. I’m just showing Jungkookie here that you’re not gonna be second to any other bitch.”
There was silence. Has he hung up? I concentrated on the phone. No, I can still hear him breathing. Yoongi lifted my chin up again, a lot more gentle this time. At this proximity, my breath hitched in my throat. Oh my god, he’s really gonna kiss me…Well this probably isn’t the worst kidnapping in history.
He moved closer and softly moved his hand down my cheek. I closed my eyes and my lips slightly parted. I honestly didn’t care about Jungkook right now. I would deal with that problem when the time comes.
“Y/n..is he fucking touching you?!” Jungkook shouted. I ignored him. Yoongi lent in and whispered in my ear. “Say my name.” Those three words made my stomach drop and I wanted him badly all of a sudden.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. Let’s have some fun then. “Make me.”
“Y/n. Y/n, please don’t do this. You’re mine! You love me!” I realised that Jungkook never said that he loved me, always that I loved him. And I had always agreed. Even now I couldn’t refute the fact that I did. But now I wasn’t blind, I could see what he really was. And it scared me. That’s rich coming from a girl who’s about to make out with a gang leader.
Yoongi smirked and snaked his arm around me. One hand rested on my hip. The other travelled down to the hem of my dress, He lifted it and started moving that hand up my thigh, stopping near my underwear.
I couldn’t help it. “Y-yoongi”, I breathed out, eyelids fluttering. It was the first time I’d said his name out loud. “Babe, you sound so good”, Yoongi murmured, echoing Jimin from earlier, before crashing his lips to mine, his hand tightening on my thigh, making me moan into his mouth. I didn’t even care that Jungkook could hear.
Just before I could grab his mint hair to pull him closer, Jungkook screamed “FUCK” and Yoongi stopped the kiss, annoyance evident on his face.”You just made a big mistake Yoongi.”
“And why’s that?”, he asked still fondling my thigh, making me bite my lip, so I wouldn’t moan again. I looked up at him, wanting his lips on mine again. Is that a bad thing? Am I a bad person?
Jungkook paused. Yoongi took this opportunity to put me on the spot. “Y/n?”
I licked my lips and said “Yeah?”, rather cautiously. Keep it casual, y/n.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you princess?” he asked in a husky voice. I looked away to silently smirk at the pet name. Do I say no, so Jungkook doesn’t kill a bitch, or do I make him beyond jealous? I opted for the latter.
“Y/n”, Jungkook’s voice was dangerously quiet. “Don’t do this. He doesn’t give a shit about you. He wants to get to me. And it’s working godamnit.”
“Answer the question beautiful”, Yoongi said, clearly wanting me to ignore Jungkook. I pondered a little before answering. “Well… I think you could do better…Minty”, earning a chuckle from Yoongi and a frustrated shout from Jungkook.
“You’re gonna regret that”, both of them said at the same time. Except the difference was Yoongi was teasing- and Junkook was clearly not.
Suddenly Yoongi let go of me and picked up the phone. “Well, it’s been a pleasure Jungkookie”, he smirked at the phone. “But I have to go now. Time is money.” Jungkook tried one last time “Y/n.. please don’t do anything stu-”
But Yoongi had ended the call. I didn’t know what I was expected, probably for him to come back and kiss me again. But I was pretty shocked when Yoongi’s cold, hardened expression returned as soon as the call ended.
I was just about to say, “I think he was tracking that call”, but Yoongi spoke first.
“I’m going to get Jimin to get you food and some new clothes and get you cleaned up. Then you’re going right back in that chair”. I gaped at him as he grabbed the knife, gun and my phone, before leaving me frustrated, in that large, empty room, wondering what the fuck had just happened.
When Yoongi told him to leave the room, while holding Taehyun’s gun. Jimin was instantly worried. “Boss, we were ju-”, Jimin spoke up trying to come to y/n’s rescue, but clearly Yoongi wasn’t having it.
He had even bought Namjoon to take him by force and Jimin sighed defeated. Namjoon was an idiot, but he was a strong idiot, and Jimin wasn’t about to take that chance.
When y/n whispered his name , “Jimin…”, clearly scared and not wanting him to leave, he felt terrible. It was a weird feeling for him. A man with no remorse, practically no morals, was feeling sorry for this helpless girl.
All he could say in front of Yoongi was “It’s gonna be ok babe. Just do as the boss says.” Her response was to turn away from him, which made him feel even shittier about the whole ordeal.
So he gave her one final look before turning away and walking out. Good luck babe. Maybe she would be smart enough to talk her way out of certain death.
He heard Yoongi give Namjoon orders to make sure Jimin didn’t come wondering back and he sighed in frustration. Yoongi was impossible sometimes.
But that frustration quickly turned into worry. Then the worry became curiosity. Jimin hadn’t heard any gunshot yet, so y/n was still alive. It wasn’t until Yoongi emerged from the big soundproof doors, holding a knife, the gun and her phone, until Jimin jumped up, wondering what had happened. He could sense Namjoon giving him a weird look, but he didn’t care.
Yoongi spoke first. “She’s in there. Untied. Clean her up, give her food. And some new clothes. First aid kit’s in there”, he vaguely pointed to a cabinet in the hallway. Jimin, confused, started to move in the direction Yoongi had pointed at. I’ll just ask y/n what happened.
Yoongi started to walk away beckoning Namjoon to follow suit. But then he turned around. “Oh, and Jimin?” Jimin turned to face him. “Boss?”
“You know the rules- no attachments. Keep you hands off her.” And with that he turned and left. Namjoon gave him a pointed look before he also disappeared.
“Fuck you”,Jimin whispered under his breath before grabbing the first aid kit and making his way back into the dark room. To y/n. But he knew the boss had cameras everywhere. And he would be watching.
Jin was deep in thought, when the phone rang. He didn’t even hear it at first. He was thinking about his brother as he often did when he was alone. He didn’t regret his actions. The two of them weren’t even that close. But that didn’t mean he didn’t think about his brother everyday. It was just another day his brother wouldn’t live to be a traitor.
He shook his head clear of the dark abyss of thoughts swirling around in his head, and glanced at his phone, which was relentlessly ringing in the silent office. H frowned at the screen. Private number. So it wasn’t any of his men, but it was still likely to be someone on the inside. He answered, not at all expecting the voice on the other end.
“Jin?”That air of authority and haughtiness could only belong to one person.
“Minah.” Jin responded, wondering why she was calling him. “Jungkook’s not here if that’s what you w-”
“I know he’s not. You wanna know why?”, she sounds pissed off, Jin noted.
“Not, really,but I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me anyway”,he sighed, rubbing his head. He could already feel a headache coming on.
“Oh, trust me you do. Jungkook’s little bitch found out about him.”
Jin frowned. “Why the fuck do I care? He’ll deal with her.”
Minah laughed. It was a bitter sound. “No he won’t. She’s ran off. And he can’t find her. And when he does, he won’t kill her. So I’m calling you to fucking deal with her.” She paused, probably to recollect herself. “Jungkook’s got his head too far up his own ass to see sense.”
Alarm bells were ringing in Jin’s head. Jungkook had fucked up. Badly. “Ok. I’ll deal with the situation. Meanwhile, to make my life easier, call Jungkook and offer to help him look for her. And keep me updated on the sitaution. He’s probably gonna try and track y/- as soon as you know the location, get there before him. Do you have a gun ?”
He could literally hear the smile in Minah’s voice. “Yes I do. I’ve been wanting to finish that slut for a long time.” Jin sighed again before ending the call. Great. Another problem.
I should let Taehyung know of the situation. He can also try help track y/n, Jin rubbed his head once more before dialling Taehyung’s number.
“Jimin”, Yoongi called. “Why don’t you leave, and I’ll take it from here?” Yoongi wanted Jimin out of the picture. He wanted y/n alone.
“Boss, we were ju-”,Jimin responded but Yoongi cut him off. He wasn’t a patient man at the best of times. “-Jimin.I have Namjoon waiting on my command. If you don’t willingly leave, he will drag you out by force”.
Yoongi took the threat as an opportunity to move into their line of view. The way y/n looked up at him, almost in awe, made him want to smirk, but he controlled himself in front of Jimin. Act professional . Yoongi noticed her looking at his hair and observed how her eyes flitted between him and Jimin.
Yoongi then turned to Jimin and at the same time he heard y/n whisper his name,like he was the only one in the world who could save her “Jimin…”. This angered Yoongi unbelievably.
“It’s gonna be ok babe. Just do as the boss says.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at the word “Babe”. Why am I acting like this? She’s a prisoner.
When Jimin left, and Namjoon was told to make sure he didn’t return, his attention snapped back to the girl in the orange dress, staring, wondering what he was about to do to her. She looks…so vulnerable. And innocent.
“Well..y/n, isn’t it?”Yoongi said, while taking a seat. Jesus, these chairs are uncomfortable. He waited until she responded. He wanted to get a reaction out of her.
“You’re telling me you got me kidnapped, knocked out and tied to a chair, and you’re not even sure of my name? Nice one, Boss.” Yoongi found that response more amusing than he cared to admit.
“No y/n.“I just wanted to piss you off. I like it when you get angry. More fun for me.”
“Well. Mission accomplished.”
Not yet it isn’t, he wondered. “So, you’re Jungkook’s girl, huh?”
“No, I’m not.I was his bitch for 4 months. He lived with me cus his mission from Jin was to kill my brother and uncle. Yoongi liked that response. He also like how she wasn’t an emotional wreck over that bastard. She’s very level-headed.
“Then why arn’t you dead yet?”
“You just heard me tell Ora-Jimin”, Yoongi internally scowled at the mention of Jimin’s nickname. “I ran away this morning. Or else I probably would be dead. “
Then she added,“Are you…upset?” Yoongi just scoffed. Is she being serious?
Yoongi noticed she was avoiding eye contact, so he reached over and grabbed y/n’s chin, so she had no choice but to look at him.
“No, I’m not. And there’s three reasons for that.
Number 1. I don’t get ‘upset’”. Number 2. I’m not upset because I’m pissed. That bastard needs to learn to keep his hands off my property. Number 3. I’m not upset, because in return of losing her, I got you.
I got her. He mentally repeated- I got her.
Yoongi moved his thumb across her lips, and she sighed in response.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out his knife to get her free. He’d decided. He was going to keep her. She closed her eyes tightly and Yoongi smiled at the sight. She thinks I’m going to stab her.
A loud ringing startled the pair. It was y/n’s phone. More specifically, Jungkook.
This is the perfect opportunity to make that bastard pay for Yuri.
“Hello, y/n’s phone!How may I help you?” There was a pause before he heard the hate-filled words “Yoongi? What the fuck are you doing with y/n’s phone? Where is she?! Let me speak to her you fucki-”
“-Woah woah, take a chill pill Jungkookie.. y/n can’t talk to you right now..She’s a little.. tied up at the minute.“ Yoongi winked at y/n, earning a small smile.
“You’ve tied up my girlfriend? You think this is a joke, you sadistic motherfucker?”
“How about..I put you on loudspeaker?”, Yoongi asked. Revenge is sweet. But the plan forming in Yoongi’s head wasn’t just vengeance. He wanted this. He wanted her.
He walked back to his chair, grabbed the knife and placed down the phone. Jungkook spoke “Y/n! y/n..oh my god, did those bastards hurt you?”
Yoongi , on his way to stand behind y/n,looked down at the phone and scowled. The only one who’s hurt her is you, you fucking hypocrite, Yoongi thought.
When y/n didn’y say anything, Yoongi coaxed her.“Speak to him, babe”, making sure Jungkook was sure to hear that last word. He simaltaneouly moved all of y/n’s hair to the shoulder with the dried blood on it.
“Don’t fucking call her that you slimy-”
“-Jungkook.”y/n cut him off, maiking Yoongi smile. She was already on his side. He slowly bent down until his lips were hovering on her neck. I want this. I want you. While she was talking, he placed his lips down on her neck, making her moan. That was such a turn on. It was a bonus that Jungkook could hear them.
“Carry on”, Yoongi breathed in her ear. I want to hear her moan again.
Jungkook was silent for a minute. He probably knows what I’m doing, Yoongi thought triumphantly.
“Yoongi, I know you’re there. So listen carefully.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and started to saw away at the thick rope holding y/n’s petite hands in place.
Yoongi moved his mouth just below her ear as he was doing so. It earned a gasp from her. Ah-ha! A weak spot!
“Y/n?”, Jungkook was probably wondering what the fuck was going on. Yoongi imagined him red with jealousy and smirked.
“Jungkook, I’m fine.” The rope gave away and Yoongi proceeded to move in front of her. The raw red marks on her wrist would take a while to heal. Rubbing at them won’t help.
Yoongi leaned down, placed down the knife and grabbed her hands, so she would stop rubbing at the bruises. She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
“So Jungkook”, Yoongi sneered.“I’m getting the feeling y/n doesn’t want to talk to you… Why don’t you go to that whore of yours and leave y/n alone? Or are you too busy killing other people’s girlfriends and having pretend ones to give a damn about your own?”
“I will kill you.”, Jungkook hissed and Yoongi softly chuckled, standing up to his full height. This little rat can’t lay a hand on me. Yoongi was stronger, faster, better. Plus, he had the upper hand now. He had y/n.
He wasn’t ever going to kidnap Minah- he didn’t have a death wish. That woman was too powerful and manipulative and just plain annoying. He would’ve shot her in the head in a matter of seconds.
Jungkook continued“That bitch deserved what she was getting. And you’re next.” Yoongi looked down to y/n, who was softly shaking her head.
He knelt down to her level and grabbed the knife again. I wanna play, he thought, his impatience growing. He started moving the knife up her thigh, and he noticed how her grip on the chair tightened.
Jungkook wouldn’t stop with the bullshit. “You wanna know how she died?” Yoongi stopped moving the knife in case he hurt y/n in a sudden movement. “That whore died moaning my name”, he spat.The two of them froze at Jungkook’s words. “Right before I slit her throat. “
Yoongi took this to his advantage.
“You see y/n?This is what Jungkook really is. If he ever sees you again, you’ll end up in the exact same way.”
“No!”, Jungkook shouted “Y/n I would NEVER hurt you! Yuri was a traitor and traitors get punished.”
“Jungkook, you already hurt me.” Y/n stated, pleasing Yoongi. Yoongi was hurting hiis pride. But anything y/n said would destroy him.
Yoongi had to restrain himself when y/n bit her lip
“You lied to me. You used me because you needed a place to live. You already have a girlfriend.” Yoongi noticed y/n’s legs were still bound by rope. Might as well set her free for now. Yoongi knew what he wanted.
Y/n continued “How do I know I won’t end up the same way Yuri did?”
“Y/n, stop. Think about what you’re saying. It’s me Jungkook. And do you not think if I wanted you out the picture, I would have done it 4 months back?” Yoongi grinned internally. The poor sod sounded desperate.
“STOP TRYING TO FOOL ME”, y/n yelled, making Yoongi jump.. “You probably kept me alive for your own means!” Yoongi grimaced at the thought of y/n sleeping with him.
By now Yoongi had cut through the rope. And y/n continued venting.
“It’s your fault I had to run from my own apartment. Your fault the back of my head’s bashed in and I’m covered in my own blood. Your fucking fault that I’ve been kidnapped!”
“Y/n…I’m coming. Don’t let him get into your head. You’re smarter than that”
“Am I? Then why was I stupid enough to believe your lies, Jungkook?”
“Y/n..”, he trailed off. He sounds defeated.
Suddenly, Yoongi stood up from his crouching position ,walked to the chair and grabbed the phone. “Well Jungkookie, happy now you’ve spoken to y/n? Don’t come into my territory looking for her you lowlife, or there’ll be hell to pay for.”
“Shut the fuck up Yoongi. She’s mine and I’m coming for her. Try and stop me all you want.” Yoongi just laughed.
“You deluded fucker. She’s not yours. I could kiss her right now and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He started walking towards y/n.
He could hear screams of “NO” and “DON’T TOUCH HER ” but didn’t give a shit. Yoongi grabbed her hands while still holding the phone, signalling for her to stand. Her height was perfect- her head levelled to his chest.
She was clearly in pain from sitting down too long. He placed the phone down down in her seat, keeping his focus on her.
“W-what are you doing?” She looks more nervous than when I walked in with a gun. He put a finger to her lips.
“Shh babe. I’m just showing Jungkookie here that you’re not gonna be second to any other bitch.”
He moved closer and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. God..she looks beautiful like this.
“Y/n..is he fucking touching you?!” Jungkook shouted. Yoongi wanted to aggravate him further. Make him pay. He lent in and whispered “Say my name.”
Her sudden intake of breath told Yoongi she liked that.
She opened her eyes, a look of wanting in them.“Make me.”
“Y/n. Y/n, please don’t do this. You’re mine! You love me!” Yoongi smirked at her challenge, and ignoring Jungkook’s shouts, he wrapped an arm around y/n. He reached for the hem of her dress, and started feeling up her thigh.
He was going to go further up, beyond her underwear, but she was alread moaning. “Y-yoongi”, she breathed out.
Yoongi bit his tongue so he wouldn’t moan in retaliation.“Babe, you sound so good”, Yoongi murmured, and then he was kissing her.
Suddenly Jungkook screamed “FUCK” stopping Yoongi in his tracks.”You just made a big mistake Yoongi.”
“And why’s that?”, he asked still feeling y/n’s thigh. He didn’t care why, he was just hell bent on annoying that rat. Also he wanted y/n so bad, he was willing to take her there and then.
When Jungkook didn’t respond, Yoongi spoke. “Y/n?”
“Yeah?”,she replied carefully.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you princess?” he asked. Yoongi saw her try to hide a smile at the pet name
“Y/n”, Jungkook’s warned “Don’t do this. He doesn’t give a shit about you. He wants to get to me. And it’s working godamnit.”
I do give a shit about her. Yoongi would only admit this to himself. No one else.
“Answer the question beautiful”. She was thinking about her response.
“Well… I think you could do better…Minty”. Yoongi laughed quietly. She’s good.
“You’re gonna regret that”, both of them said at the same time. Except Jungkook was threatening her. Or him. Yoongi couldn’t tell.
I’ve had enough of this. He’s getting boring. “Well, it’s been a pleasure Jungkookie.But I have to go now. Time is money.”
“Y/n.. please don’t do anything stu-”
But Yoongi had ended the call. He was in two minds. He wanted her. But she was also a pawn in his little mind games, to get Jungkook. Then get the rest of those bastards.
I need to cut her off,Yoongi realised. So with great regret he quickly said “I’m going to get Jimin to get you food and some new clothes and get you cleaned up. Then you’re going right back in that chair”.
She just stared at him. Well done Min Yoongi. You done fucked up. He grabbed the three items she wasn’t allowed to have (including the phone just in case Jungkook called again) and walked away leaving her standing there, in shock. He wanted to turn around and feel her lips on his again. He felt bitter. But there was a reason you don’t get attached.
Business is business.
They had looked everywhere and she was nowhere to be found. Where the fuck could she be? Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, in frustration and slight panic. His usually calm demeanour was now thoroughly shaken.
He was parked outside Hoseok’s house. His car wasn’t there, so they knew he wasn’t in. Taehyung was inside getting the computer they used to track calls.
Taehyung suddenly knocked on the car window jolting Jungkook out of his thoughts He had something tucked under his arm. The computer. Jungkook unlocked the door and beckoned him in.
“Thanks Tae.” He hesitated before adding “Er, sorry about earlier.” He was referring to beating up Taehyung.
Taehyung just shrugged it off. “Leave it. It’s not the first time we’ve fought. Plus I’ll fully forgive you when I have my gun back”, he grinned. Jungkook smiled weakly in response.
“Right, I’ll set this up, and you dial her number”. Jungkook nodded. Taehyung understood the equipment almost as well as Hoseok did.
When Taehyung gave Jungkook a thumbs up, he pressed “Call”. And waited. It was a good few rings before someone answered. Taehyung held up two hands with fingers splayed and mouthed “Ten minutes.”
Jungkook nodded. He had to keep the call going for ten minutes. He opened his mouth to speak but a man beat him to it. It took a minute to process who the owner of the voice was.
Shit. Y/n’s being held hostage. SHIT! And it’s all my fucking fault!
The following, phone call that took place left Jungkook practically foaming at the mouth. He had never been this angry in his life. He didn’t know whether he was more pissed at Yoongi, for touching y/n or for y/n, for letting him do it. Or himself, for being the cause of all this mess in the first place. Taehyung pointed at the laptop, to indicate the location had been found. It was about an hour away.
I’m gonna kill that fucker.
When Tae had returned the equipment exactly where it was, Jungkook started up the car and began to explain the situation to him. But something cut them off. A phone was ringing. Jungkook frowned. Surely that bastard isn’t calling me back?But it wasn’t his phone.
“It’s mine”, Taehyung interjected ,pulling his phone out of his coat pocket. “Jin..” he confirmed looking at his screen. “I’ll put it on loudspeaker. Stop the car.”
This was the conversation that took place:
Jin: “Taehyung, are you alone?” Taehyung looked confused and was about to say something stupid, until Jungkook shook his head and mouthed “yes”.
Taehyung: “Yes Boss”, He lied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Jin: “Good. Now listen carefully. I just got off the phone with Minah” Jungkook shut his eyes, his features twisted in annoyance. He knew where this was going. That bitch had told Jin about y/n.
Jin continued “I need you to keep an eye on Jungkook’s whereabouts. Y/n knows about him. About us. And she’s done a runner.”
Taehyung: “…Yes Boss” Taehyung hesitated before saying “He’s..probably out looking for her now then.”
Jin: “Yes. Call him. Ask what he’s doing. Offer him help. And keep texting me updates”
Taehyung slumped his shoulders. “Yes Boss.”
He ended the call and looked at Jungkook uneasily. Jungkook ignored him. “That bitch”, he hissed. “Why can’t she keep her godamn mouth shut?!”He was fuming. Trust Minah to stick her foot in it. He felt stupid for telling her.
When they first met she was the best thing to happen to him. Beautiful, charismatic, and would help him climb higher up the ranks. But now , especially ever since he moved in with y/n, she was a pain in the ass, always muttering under her breath that he should kill y/n, always calling her names, always trying to read his texts.
He would deal with her later. Right now, he had to get to y/n, before that bastard got into her head. If he hasn't already.