Genre: Angst (Mature Content Warning) MAFIA!YOONGI+BTS Members: Yoongi/ Suga; Reader (You); Jimin; Jungkook; Jin; JHope; Rap Monster; Taehyung Part: 49/? Character Profiles | Video 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |18 |19| 20 | 21 | 22 |23 | 24 | 25 |26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32| 33 | 34 |35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 |42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 Summary:He had a goal and you were just one more person to crush to get to it.
Jeon was heaving in breaths as he shoved his way through the double doors. You flinched, furiously rubbing your eyes to try to appear normal. He didn’t spare you a glance or speak. Gaze darting across his face as you tried to discern exactly what emotion he was working through your shoulders tensed, his expression gave away nothing. Your first thought was to ask him what was wrong, but then his eyes were on you and whatever you had planned to say was swallowed back. There was a slight delay as he narrowed his eyes at your puffy face, but he subtly shook his head, gaze cutting to the door. Wordlessly, he stalked to the front door, calling for Captain Jeon to cut his chit-chat with the desk guard short. The captain had raised a brow at his younger brother’s gruff voice, soft eyes looking to you but you only shrugged sadly. There was really nothing you could do about Jungkook’s behavior. It seemed he was still ignoring you. The two of you followed after him, a bit apprehensive of the way he paced around the cruiser, hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. Pausing every few seconds to check to see how close you and Captain Jeon were, Jungkook frequently sent over impatient looks. The keys to the car jingled as Captain Jeon pulled them out of his pocket and pressed down on the unlock button. Immediately, Jungkook was pulling open the shotgun door sliding into his seat and impatiently tapping his foot on the rubber foot mats. You blinked. He was that upset with you? You hadn’t noticed that Captain Jeon had slid into the driver’s seat and turned on the car until they were both looking at you; Jungkook with a flat stare and the captain with a curious look. For a while you just stared back, unsure of what to do. Jungkook was questioning why he was even with you, Yoongi was in jail (his threat looming over your head). All the people who had held you captive were gone. Weren’t you technically free now? You could go home or anywhere you wanted. No one was holding you back, right? You were free. So why did you still feel trapped? A footstep was taken towards the cruiser, your shoulders squaring as you moved towards it. Yoongi probably wouldn’t be in prison forever. He’d get out and he’d be looking for you. Jungkook would finally decide what he felt for you and then he’d choose whether or not he wanted to pursue you any longer. But for now, he was unsure and he had no feelings towards you. So you were free. No one was holding you captive or pressuring you into making decisions. No one wanted to be around you or to hear what you had to say. Jungkook’s brows furrowed as you walked in front of the cruiser, the profile of your face void of any expression. He cautiously eyed you, waiting for you to turn and get into the seat behind the driver’s side, but you kept walking. And then you were running across the parking lot towards the city streets. And he was scrambling to get out and go after you. He wasn’t sure why the sight of you running off had shocked him so much, but once you had taken off he was desperate to get out of the car. Captain Jeon had managed to get out before him, his hair flopping as he sprinted across the lot after you. Jungkook shouted curses, fingers fumbling with the seatbelt as he jabbed his thumb at the button until it clicked open. When his hands jerked at the car door it didn’t budge. His first thought was to pull harder, but the door remained firmly shut. “Jeon, you piece of shit!” He screamed, angrily kicking at the door. When had the cop put a safety lock on this door? Crawling across the seats, Jungkook opened the driver’s door, falling out onto the asphalt. He was quick to get on his feet, taking off where he had seen you and Captain Jeon go. You were running away from him again and his immediate reaction was to go after you. He had gotten the main street when he stopped, frustration building up within his chest as he watched cars drive, people walk by and no sign of you or Captain Jeon. Jungkook held his hands up to his head, looking around for any sign of you both. It was just a normal cityscape in broad daylight. Couples walked hand in hand, school kids skipped down the streets and shop owner politely beckoned potential customers into their shoppes. It was busy, but peacful. Nothing like the damp warehouses, dark alley, and shadowed streets he was used to being in. The sun was bright, people were happy and Jungkook was lost. You probably fit in perfectly in this scenery. Maybe it was better this way? For you to just run off and for him to have no clue of where you went. Tae had told him to decide who his real family was, and now you were gone. Maybe this was for the best. “Y/N!” Captain Jeon easily caught up to you, but for whatever reason had just ran right behind you, not trying to stop you from running. “Where are you going, Y/N?” He asked, skidding to a stop when you suddenly halted. “I don’t know!” You doubled over, hands pressed onto your knees. Entire body aching, you coughed between gasps of breath, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I just..I just want- I don’t know what I want.” He reached down, helping you stand upright. You tensed at the feel of his warm hands rubbing at your shoulders, trying to soothe you. Feeling you apprehension, he released you, running a hair through his messy hair. A few people looked over you way, curious as to why an officer was chasing down a woman, but none lingered too long. Sucking in a breath, you took a step away from Captain Jeon. He moved towards you, gently holding out his hand out to you. “Why did you start running?” You ignored it, running your hand through your hair. “I thought about it and..I just realized I’m free.” He frowned deeply, brows knitted together tightly. You and Jungkook were just going through a rough patch, right? Why were you words to heavy like free? He narrowed his eyes, body tensing in apprehension. “Free from what?” “From them. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, the mafia. They’re in prison or in Jeon’s case, he doesn’t seem to care. They can’t force me to stay any more.” His jaw dropped,”Force you to stay? You were forced?” Captain Jeon had thought you and Jungkook were together mutually; even with this rough upbringing he never would have thought that his brother would hold you against your will. He whirled around, sharp gaze scanning the streets behind you both to look for Jungkook. If Jungkook thought his older brother was going to remain passive in the background after learning this, he was sorely mistaken. With no sign of Jungkook, Captain Jeon turned back to you,”I had no idea they were forcing you, I thought you were there because you wanted to be with Jungkook.” He pointed over your shoulder,”There’s a little pastry shoppe a few blocks down, go there and I’ll do something with Jungkook. Then I’ll meet you there and we’ll figure out somewhere safe for you to stay until you decided what you want to do from now on, alright?” He was going to help you get away. Everything seemed to move slowly as the realization sunk in. You were going to go back to your old life. You’d be able to properly mourn your brothers and eventually go back to school, finish your degree and do everything you wanted to do in life. Memories of Jungkook’s warm embrace and Yoongi’s delicate hold unwilling drifted to the forefront of your mind. You bit your lip, harshly reminding yourself that they didn’t really care about you. They didn’t love you. You took a step in the direction he pointed to, heart fluttering. You really were free. Captain Jeon smiled softly at the way your steps seemed to be lighter. He had had his suspicions as to why you were with the mafia, but had doubted them when he saw how adamant Jungkook was about keeping you safe and how you had fallen into him. He waited until you had disappeared around a corner before turning back to the prison. Now all that was left to take care of was his younger brother. Jungkook turned away from the street, idly standing by the brushy margin that separated the sidewalk from the prison parking lot. Blocked from most of the harsh sunlight glistening off the edges of buildings by the shady trees behind him, Jungkook stared at his phone in his hands. His first thought had been to call his father and arrange to have Namjoon, Tae and the other organization members freed, but in the end he just ended up staring at the dial pad. Freeing them meant losing you for good and he wasn’t ready to just let you go. He had worked so hard to keep you. He unlocked the device, tapping open the calendar app and flicking through the months. Thumb freezing, Jungkook frowned at the screen. 6 months. He had known you for six months. It hadn’t even felt that long, maybe 3 max. But no, Jungkook and you had known each other for 6 months. Spring was rolling in now, but he only remembered being close to you when the weather was colder. Winter. He had had you for the winter. Before then, when the weather was warmer, you were a toss up between him and Yoongi and there was the month you had been trapped in that room with Yoongi. But for the winter, you had been with him. He had known exactly why he was with you and why he wanted to stay there. Everything about him and you was clear during the hazy months of winter. And now spring was making its way in and you and he were heading separate ways again. He didn’t know why he was with you and you didn’t want to stay by him any longer. The beautiful relationship you both had cultivated and kept alive during the cold, snowy months was dying while everything around you both was growing again with new life. He laughed bitterly to himself. You and him had been together during the worst time of the year. Jungkook had never liked the wintertime, it was too quiet, too cold, too depressingly gray. Winter was when he really questioned himself and how long he was going to devote himself to people who would turn on him at any given moment. He abhorred the winter months. But this winter had been the best of his life. He had never really liked winter but, “I wish it was winter again.” CREDIT TO SUGA-OF-DAEGU