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Liar Liar-Chapter 8
Hey HEY hey, Here is Chapter 8 Y'all! Her Social Media: Her Tumblr: slayyoongi Kpop Amino: yougotnojamz Vingle Name:@yougotnojamz WattPad: slayyoongi *NOTE* This story is not mine! Simply sharing. I did get permission from the Author Character Profiles: Link➡ http://www.vingle.net/posts/1487392?shsrc=v

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Link----›http://www.vingle.net/collections/4450237?cshsrc=v ♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧ Genre: Mafia AU Pairing: Reader/Jungkook(?) Others Characters in Chapter:  Yoongi, Minah, Jimin Length:  8188 words

Warning: Swearing, Violence, Intimacy(Quite a lot of that in this chapter)

Summary: The love of your life wasn’t who he claimed to be Part: 8/? I turned to Yoongi, a single tear rolling down my cheek. What does he want? Why does he give off mixed feelings?  “I hate you”, I whispered. “I fucking hate you.” Yoongi swallowed and turned away, before replying. “Oh darling. Do you think I care?”

Y/n’s POV

We stood like that for a moment- me silently crying while looking at him, and him staring out the ground, expressionless as ever. Which was so alien to me, considering how angry he was just now. What is he thinking? I was normally good at reading people, but Yoongi was a whole other ball-game. “Right. My office”, he ordered, whilst swooping down to grab the discarded first aid kit. Who the hell does he think he is? “Forget the damn wound. It’s fine. Just leave me alone.” I wasn’t crying any more. Yoongi turned to stare at me for the first time since Jimin left the room. “No it’s not fucking fine. If that shit gets infected, you’re done for. My. Office. Now.” But I was stubborn. “You just said it yourself. You don’t care. So do me a favour, stop acting like you give a shit. You wanted to get through to Jungkook, and well done, you did it.” I could see Yoongi was getting angry. Nothing new there. “Also don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m Namjoon, or Jimin, or one of your other slaves. I don’t have to listen to you.” Yoongi slowly walked over to me, not breaking eye contact. I was going to hold my ground, but he was way too intimidating. He stopped when I stepped back.  His voice was barely a whisper, but I sure as hell heard it. “Are you scared?” “Hmm.” I pretended to ponder. I was getting really good at putting up a front, to not show fear. But I could sense that the man stood before me saw right through it.  “There is a crazed madman here, who wants me dead. And he’s asking me if I’m scared.” Yoongi stared. If this was Jimin, he would have at least cracked a smile by now . I continued, “ You know what Yoongi, I’m gonna have to say no.” My voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Liar”, he whispered, and carried on moving towards me. Again, I moved back. I was almost in the dark now, almost out of the light coming through the window.  My eyes were darting around, and a crazed expression took over my face. If I run into the dark, he can’t see me. But then I can’t see where I’m going… I mean, I knew roughly where the door was, but there was no point in running without me being entirely accurate. “W-what?”, I stuttered. Clearly I was lying, that was evident in my sarcasm, but it was the way he spoke, so dangerously, that sent chills down my spine. “You’re thinking of running”, he hummed, his voice tinged with disappointed. No shit.I didn’t answer, and he tutted. “Why run, y/n?” Is he really asking me this? “I’m not gonna hurt you.” At these words I met his gaze. Suddenly I found myself stepping forward. It was only a small step, as I was still scared of his unpredictable nature.  “I know you’re not.” When he was silent I continued. “I mean, if you were gonna hurt me, you would have done by now, right?” Still silence. He slowly put the first aid kit down and ran a hand through his mint hair. “That’s why you didn’t slap me. Or shoot me. Or stab me”, I listed all the opportunities he had to hurt me, or to get rid of me altogether, all of which he hadn’t taken. I swallowed. “So yeah. You might think I’m a whore. A slut with only one purpose.” His words had affected me more than I cared to admit. I wasn’t any of those things. I had only been with one boy in my 20 years of existence.  “But for some reason you’re still keeping me alive, even when technically you don’t need me. Jungkook’s on his way now. So why am I here?” “Don’t”, Yoongi commanded me quietly. But since when did I listen?  I stepped forward once more, a slightly bigger step than the last. The fact that he still needed me for something, made me bolder. “Don’t what? Ask you questions? Why?”  There was now no more than a foot between us, and I looked up to his pale, almost lifeless face, and all I could thing about was how handsome he was. Wow y/n, well done. He beat your friend and been an absolute dick to you, and you’re still thinking about how good he looks? Idiot. “Is a whore like me not entitled to questions? Is that it?” “I said, don’t.” His voice sounded annoyed, but I could see a certain neediness in his eyes. I stopped the interrogating for a minute to look at him. My eyes travelled down to his waist where I could see the outline of a gun under his jacket. Well I won’t be trying to take THAT from him any time soon. He tensed, probably thinking I was going to try something dodgy,and my eyes travelled back up to meet his face. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t blinking. Like a statue, except a statue was less lifeless. My eyes flashed to his perfectly formed pink lips, and without even thinking I licked my own. “What do you want?” I whispered, as a final attempt to get him to speak. I heard him mutter fuck it under his breath and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on mine for the second time that day. Except this time, it felt needy and wanting. It felt right. What is he doing? Yoongi, don’t think I’m falling for your tricks again.  I slowly,hesitantly placed a hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss, closing my eyes. Y/n, he already thinks you’re a slut. Don’t encourage him. Wait…why do you care what he thinks? It was only when I moaned involuntarily into his mouth when he stopped the kiss, slowly pulling away. I opened my eyes to look at his face. He regrets it. But he repeated his earlier actions of picking up the kit and turning to me. “My office. NOW.” OK. Wonder if horny Yoongi’s more dangerous than murderous Yoongi- probably. I grinned internally. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room, almost causing me to trip on the same chair I had been sat in for hours. I looked back at all my things strewn out on the floor- the only possessions I owned  now. I need to come back for them, I made a mental note. As I exited the room, I blinked a couple of times. The harsh lighting wasn’t something my eyes were used to.  I partially walked- partially ran down the hallway and up the stairs, trying to keep up with Yoongi’s brisk pace. As soon as he got to the office he slammed the door shut and pushed me against it. He flung the first aid kit over to the side and simultaneously bought one hand up to lean on the door, next to my face. I stared at him in anticipation, lips slightly parted and already breathless from the fast-paced walking. “You asked me what I want”, his low voice rumbled in my ear. His pupils were dilated with lust and pent-up frustration. “So I’m answering your question.” I didn’t know what to make of this. So.. his bipolar ass wants to fuck? Is that it? I hadn’t had sex with anyone else before- Jungkook was my first and only. Unlike SOME people, I was faithful in relationships. And this wasn’t unfaithfulness- if Jungkook had got anything from that phone call, I had made it pretty clear that it was over between us. And that hurt.  Yoongi’s hands travelled down to my hips and he gripped them fervently. It was a small action but it made me gasp. Then, without warning, he started to grind me into him. “Fuck”, I muttered, as my core started to heat up from the friction. He took a hand off one hip and teasingly brushed a strap of my dress off my shoulder. “No bra?” he breathed into my ear questioningly. I remembered my decision not to wear one, in my attempt to seduce Taehyung. In a swift movement, Yoongi pulled the gun out. He traced the skin of my neck, down to my shoulder with the cool, metal barrel. I shivered. “You like that, huh?” He growled. Yes. I fucking love it. “Answer me!” he shouted, slightly jabbing the gun into my skin. “Y-yes.” I replied. Is he into this kind of kinky shit? I had never done this before. Ever. There’s a first time for everything. His eyes narrowed, and he jerked my hips further forward, his bulge even more prominent against my centre. “Now baby girl, some manners please. Say my name when you speak to me. Yes what?” I swallowed. Why was he having such an effect on me? “Yes Yoongi”, I whispered. This was turning me on.  He slowly dismissed the other strap, causing the dress to drop to the floor, and I was standing there just in my underwear, my whole body on display for him to see. The way he was staring made me self-concious. Only Jungkook had seen me like this. Only him. Stop thinking about him! I kicked the dress away. One of my hands rested on his chest while the other palmed him through his trousers. Yoongi shut his eyes, and threw his head back- a scene of pure pleasure. He groaned, making me realise how wet I was for him.  He opened his eyes, and moved my hand away. He wanted control. “Why the fuck do you make me like this?” he suddenly asked, his hands on my thigh. No fucking way. No way. No no no. He doesn’t like me, does he? “Like what, Yoongi”, I breathed, biting back a moan as his hand slid up to the only piece of cloth I had on. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. Fuck. You look so good stood there for me. Waiting for my cock like the slut you are.” “Y-yoongi”, I groaned.  “Say it. Tell me you’re a slut for my cock.” He was as breathless as I was. “I-im a slut for your cock Yoongi”, I gasped. I felt myself going red at the words I’d just uttered. Oh my God. This dirty talk was too much for me to handle. It was  helping me forget the pain in my head at least .In a flash, the underwear was off and his fingers were sliding across my centre. “So wet.” He groaned. “Tell me, did he ever make you feel like this?” He was referring to Jungkook of course.Why the hell are you talking about the one person I’m trying to forget? But all I could utter was “No Yoongi.” I helped him out of his jacket, gun all forgotten. He took his shirt off in a flash, and I gaped at the perfect abs his clothes had been hiding. He smirked. “Like what you see?” Suddenly, he had picked me up and with one hand swept off everything on his desk before placing me down. I had to grab his broad shoulders as his fingers started pumping into me. My moans mingling with his grunting. I started to meet his thrusting with my hips, feeling the need for him to go deeper into me. Make me forget everything. The pain. Jimin. Jungkook.  Yoongi took some small packet out of his trouser pocket before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. The packet turned out to be a condom (which I thought to be highly convenient) which he pulled on quickly while I watched.  He spread my legs wide, and positioned himself before sliding into me completely. “F-fuck Yoongi, oh my god!”, I gasped in pleasure. We both leaned in until our foreheads met. “So good”, he moaned, inches away from my face. “So fucking good, y/n” When he moaned my name, I shuddered in delight. The sound was too much to bear. I reached out for his hair, my fingers tangling into the mint coloured strands. He buried his face in my chest, sucking at the exposed skin, while thrusting faster and deeper into me.  When his movements became more erratic, I knew he was close. I was close myself, practically panting. He pulled my hair back so I looked him in the eyes while he fucked me. He looked…amazing. The way he was panting and sweating. Wow. That was enough for my release. And his. When he pulled out and discarded the now useless condom, I fell forward into his chest, absolutely exhausted. I rested my head while he wrapped his hands around me, rubbing circles into my back. While the both of stayed motionless, only our shoulders heaving from physical exhaustion, I could only think of one thing.What the fuck did I just do? He was the first to pull away from the embrace. “Shower’s next door.“ He muttered. “It’ll clean the blood properly too.” I just stared at his naked form. Does he spend so much time here that he had a damn shower installed? I slowly nodded, and got up off the table. Why is he acting like nothing just happened?As soon as my feet hit the ground, I winced. Yoongi had really drilled into me hard. I saw him smirk, but he did nothing to help.Not the lovey-dovey type then. I walked over to grab my dress, which looked horrid. The bright orange now looked murky, and there were blood stains everywhere. I frowned.  “Erm, can I grab one of my own clothes from the other room?”, I asked tentatively. “This dress is a bit…dirty”. Dirty was an understatement.  By now, Yoongi had his clothes on. He works fast. He ran his hand through his hair, a habit of his I had noticed when he was stressed, or thinking. “I’ll get them. You’re not leaving the damn office with no clothes on.” Snappy Yoongi was back. I nodded. While he was gone, I waited on his sofa , looking around the office. And my eyes landed on the one thing Yoongi had left in his haste. The gun! I had never moved so quick in my life. I grabbed it, and hit it behind his pillow, so only I knew where it was. Hopefully Jungkook’s anticipated arrival would distract him from the fact that it was missing. When he arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief as he still hadn’t remembered about the weapon. I hummed in approval at his choice. A black shirt and matching skinny jeans. My jacket. And a new set of underclothes. Glad he bought the jacket. It’s got an inside pocket, so I can carry the gun. Everything was working out in my favour so far. But if the time came, would I really pull the trigger on Yoongi? I shook the thought from my head. It was merely going to be a prop, to scare them. So I could get out. The shower soothed me beyond belief. I watched as the blood and dirt drained away. The gash on my hurt still hurt, but it was only a fraction of the pain I had woke up with. I got out and got dressed at lightening quick speed. I’m so damn hungry. Before I opened the door I could hear Yoongi talking to someone. The other voice was crackling, like a phone call does when it has a bad signal. “What the fuck do you mean, a woman? By herself?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. I opened the door and walked in so I could hear what was happening. I saw him speaking into a walkie-talkie.When I entered the room, I glanced at the pillow ,where the gun was hidden- It was unmoved. Good.  The other voice replied, and I could now recognise it as Jimin’s. He sounded equally annoyed. Probably not over the fact that Yoongi had hit him.  “I meant what I said boss. She’s by herself. No other vehicles. I can’t tell from here if she’s armed or not. She’s..” Jimin hesitated. “She’s what?” Yoongi pressed him to finish his sentence. “She’s..really something.”Who is this woman? And I thought Yoongi had ordered them to shoot anyone on site? “Do we shoot?”I heard Namjoon speak up. Yoongi pondered, and I panicked. Say YES. What if Jungkook sent her as a ploy? I don’t know if Jin’s gang have any women, but what if she’s one of them? “…No.” I mentally face palmed. “Let her in. I wanna find out who she is. And how she’s got the guts to just waltz in like she owns the damn place.” I sighed, and that’s when Yoongi turned his attention to me. “You know who this could be?” I shook my head. “No, not yet. I didn’t know of any female gang members.” Yoongi nodded in understanding. “But..”, I continued, “If I was hedging my bets, I’d say Jungkook’s sent her. She might be a distraction, or she might be here to kill me, not too sure.” I was surprised at how casually I said those words. “Well she definitely isn’t doing the second.” Yoongi stated this so factually, like it was set in stone. And for the first time, I felt safe around him. I motioned to the walkie-talkie in Yoongi’s hand. “Ask him to find out her name. That might help.” “They’re up on the roof, she won’t be able to hear them.” He replied, like I had said the dumbest thing in the world. “Boss?” Jimin’s voice was back. “She looks like she’s crying. She’s at the door now.” “OK. Y/n, wait here. I’ll bring her in. You lot keep watch in case Jungkook gets here” I just stared at the floor, giving a small nod so he knew I heard him. Clearly, I thought this was a bad idea- and I trust my gut instincts. I watched Yoongi leave the office, and waited until I could no longer hear his footsteps. Who the hell lets their hostages run free? That sex must have really clouded his judgement. When I could no longer hear him, I hastily grabbed the gun and shoved it inside my jacket. There was a slight tell-tale budge, but I smoothed it down.  Then I sat and waited for Yoongi. It was weird how safe and secure the weapon made me feel. When Yoongi got back, he had a woman on his arm. She was sobbing quiestly, her dark her coveing her face. Something stirred inside me seeing her latch onto him like that. You’re not jealous are you y/n? Don’t be ridiculous. It was clearly a one time thing. He doesn’t like you like that. I noticed the slight look of distaste plastered on Yoongi’s usually blank features. Does he know her? Is she an ex? When she looked up, I gasped slightly. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but I still felt like she was putting on a show. Yoongi slowly untangled his arm from hers.  His eyes briefly met mine, but he quickly looked away. Well then. I know where I’m not wanted. “I-I’ll leave you to it.” I stammered, thinking he had bought her here for one reason. The same reason he had bought me here. “I’ll wait downstairs. Jimin can keep an eye on me.” Yoongi shut his door in response. Why isn’t he letting me go? I stood there awkwardly, until the woman spoke. Her voice commanded power and authority, even when crying. “I’m here to help you kill Jungkook.” My eyes widened at this statement. I wasn’t expecting that at all. Yoongi just continued to observe her. She slowly sank down onto the sofa. “He cheated on ME. With some girl who has nothing on me.” My brain was in overdrive. This was-it could only be- Minah, Jungkook’s real girlfriend. I must have been making it pretty obvious I was staring, because Yoongi cleared his throat pointedly, snapping me out of my trance. She looked up at me. “Who are you? Part of Yoongi’s gang?” I just nodded mutely, at a loss for words. No wonder Jungkook was with her. She really was gorgeous. Perfect.  But so was he. There’s so way she wants to kill him. If they were together, Jungkook would have told her he’s working undercover, and that he has to live with another girl. I didn’t know how to relay this information to Yoongi, who was leaning on his desk, arms folded. The same desk where we...I didn’t want to think about that right now. His head was tilted, staring at her, like he was unsure what to do. “Well love, you’re too late. He’s on his way here and we already have men ready.” She looked unsure, like she didn’t know what to say to that. Something’s wrong. “Erm. Listen, have you got any water. I feel faint.” She looks fine, Yoongi don’t leave me with her. I watched as Yoongi walked up to a cabinet and picked up an empty glass. I eyed his walkie-talkie on the table, and slowly walked up to it. I grabbed it and pressed the speak button. So if she tries anything, Jimin and Namjoon can hear. With our attention diverted, Yoongi rummaging for a glass and me focusing on the walkie-talkie, we didn’t see when Minah, stood up, pulled out a gun, and cocked it. The sound of the gun made my blood freeze. Yoongi and I turned around slowly, to find ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun, and the woman holding it with a crazed expression on her face, tears all forgotten. I contemplated pulling out Taehyung’s gun, but I was pretty sure she’s shoot at the slightest movement. Yoongi had moved forward to stand next to me and I saw his hands twitched in my peripheral vision. Minah noticed it too. “I wouldn’t try anything handsome, or I will shoot this bitch with no hesitation.” Hold up..’this bitch’? What the hell? I had the walkie-talkie in my hand, and I made sure the button was pressed. I slowly moved my hand behind my back, in the hope that she wouldn’t see it. Then I realised. “You know who I am”, I whispered. She grinned. “Damn right I do.”How the hell did she find this place? Yoongi slowly stepped in front of me and gently pushed me behind him. He’s not going to take a bullet for me. I can’t let that happen. Then she continued. “I was convincing, right?” She laughed. “Why the fuck would I want to kill my boyfriend? No. I’m only here to kill the whore that ruined our relationship.” Jimin, please hurry up. I silently prayed. “You know how many times he’s rejected me, ignored me, shut me off, just because of YOU?” She seethed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know”, I whispered. I don’t know what had happened to my voice. Couldn’t speak out of fear, probably. I could see how tense Yoongi was from his profile. He wasn’t moving. I couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. Suddenly he spoke. “That was that scumbag’s doing, not hers. So why don’t you go after him?”, he spat venomously. She smirked. “Well then, that would make me a terrible girlfriend. I love him and he loves me. I just have to get rid of this inconvenience.” Inconvenience? This bitch. I silently cursed my brother and uncle. It was ultimately their fault I was in this position. I could hear the faint sound of running outside. Yes!Thank the lord. Orange heard us! The next few seconds were just a blur. All I can remember is Jimin bursting in with a gun. Minah exclaiming “Shit!” And then the sound of gunshot. I remember Yoongi covering me in a tight hug, the two of us crouching and me screaming.  I opened my eyes slowly, and saw Yoongi’s face inches away from mine. We both looked to see what had happened.  Jimin and Minah stood facing each other, guns at the ready.  Wait..what? Didn’t somone get shot? Then I saw it. A bullet hole on the wall, just inches away from Jimin’s head. I shuddered. It was Minah who had shot the gun, and she had almost got him. “Jimin?” Yoongi slowly stood up, hoisting me up to my feet in the process. “How did you…?” Jimin glanced at him in confusion. “You left the walkie-talkie on. I could hear everything.” “No I di-”, Yoongi started but I interrupted, having suddenly found my voice. “-That was me.” Jimin and Yoongi looked impressed. I heard an almost animalistic growl emanate from Minah. We all turned to look at her. She looks wild. “Put the gun down”, I ordered, in a small voice. “It only had one bullet in it didn’t it? That’s why you’re so annoyed.” “Bitch. don’t tell me what to do.” She started moving  towards me, but Jimin shouted “DON’T MOVE”, stopping her in her tracks.  Yoongi’s hand found mine, and he gave them a tight squeeze. That didn’t go unnoticed by both Jimin and Minah. He scowled and she smirked. She turned to look at Jimin. “You’re defending this slut? Why? Look at the way she’s holding his hand. I bet she wants to fuck him. In fact I bet they already ha-” “-Shut the fuck up”, Jimin muttered. She’s trying to get him to turn on us. Minah laughed. “Hit a nerve? You lot think she’s so innocent, don’t you?” “Boss?” Namjoon’s deep voice resonated throughout the room. “We can see a car approaching. Shoot on site, yeah?” I saw Minah bite her lip. She was either worried for Jungkook, or scared that she shouldn’t be here. I couldn’t tell. Yoongi looked at me before answering. His hand tightened around mine. Jimin shifted uncomfortably, his gun still pointing towards Minah. “…No Namjoon. Let them in. They can witness this.” What? Yoongi no, I don’t want to see them! I don’t want to see HIM. We all waited in silence. Even though it was Minah who was being threatened, I felt like the prey and she was the predator. I heard a familiar voice from the outside. “Let’s check down here!” It was Taehyung. The door to the office was open, so we knew when they were right outside. My heart was pounding at the thought of seeing Jungkook.  “JUNGKOOK!” Minah suddenly screamed, making me jump.” In here, Kookie! Help!” “Shut the fuck up”, Yoongi hissed. “Don’t think he’s going to help you, cus he’s not.” Minah smirked. “We’ll see about that. You just made a big mistake letting him in here.” Suddenly, Taehyung and Jungkook ran in, halting immediately to take in their surroundings. Both were holding guns.  Jungkook stared at all of us.Me and Yoongi stood by the desk holding hands. Jimin pointing a gun to Minah, and Minah looking at him expectantly. Then his eyes came back to me. I looked at him, my eyes wet,tears threatening to spill. Then I looked away. “Thank God, you’re here! These psychos kidnapped me and want to kill me!” What? Jungkook won’t fall for that ,surely. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, quicly so no one would notice. “Bullshit”, Yoongi snorted. “She came here to kill y/n.” Jungkook turned to Yoongi. “How the hell did she get in here then?”, he snarled. That’s when I spoke up. I didn’t like the way he was speaking to Yoongi. “She told him she wants to kill you. So he let her in.” The anger dissipated from Jungkook’s face at the sound of my voice. Minah was ignoring all of this. She spoke in a more menacing tone. “Shoot them.” Taehyung was looking at Jungkook, who’s hand was twitching on his gun.  Yoongi leaned in to me and murmured. “Start moving towards the door y/n. And run.” I turned slightly to him. “Sure thing. You first.” “No. Me and Jimin will stay. Take care of business. Please go. And don’t turn back.” That didn’t sound good. “No.” He gave a frustrated sigh. “This isn’t up for debate godamnit”, he hissed. I hissed back. “Well in case you didn’t notice, they are stood right by the bloody door. I can’t run past them.” Yoongi paused. “I’ll distract them.” He started to let go of my hand and I tightened my grip. I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t care that he was my kidnapper. That he had said those things to me. There was an inexplicable bond between us. And it wasn’t something I could just let go of. Yoongi just shook his head at my stubbornness. “Jesus..”. Jungkook throughout all of this was just staring at the pair of us. Jimin was looking at Yoongi, uncertain as to who he should point the gun to- Jungkook and Taehyung, or Minah. Minah was impatiently stood there now, arms crossed wondering why Jungkook wasn’t being her knight in shining armour. “Jungkook, I asked you to do something”, she whined, like a spoilt kid who was used to getting their own way. Jungkook slowly went further into the room. He tore his eyes away from me and turned to scarily smirk at Minah. “Sorry babe. Who should I shoot first?” Taehyung moved forward with him, clearly worried at Jungkook’s response. They must have decided they were coming here for me,then changed their mind, I thought bitterly.  Minah’s smirk made my blood boil, as she uncrossed her arms to point at me. “Her.”
Minah’s POV Minah got to the said location as quick as she could. She got out of the car, and walked towards the tall warehouse, practically radiating confidence. She could see gunmen on the roof,  two of them stood out. One had pink hair and one had orange.  Cry Minah, you need to cry. This plan had to work. She’d go in pretended to be on their side- a ditsraught girlfriend wanting revenge. Then she’d get that bitch. She rubbed her eyes, making them red and watery, and let her mascara run a little bit. To her surprise, they let her in. A handsome man with mint hair greeted her at the doorway. Well, damn. There’s some eye candy. Me and you could have some fun. He led her to an office, and she grabbed his arm on the way there, acting extremely upset and heartbroken. To her dismay and delight, there was y/n, standing there. She knew her face from all the sickening selcas saved on Jungkook’s phone.  Such a pretty girl. Young, helpless. Exactly the type Jungkook would fall for. It made Minah’s blood boil. This girl will die today. No matter what. She asked the mint-haired man for water, as a desperate attempt to get him out the room. He started rummaging in a cabinet. Minah frowned. He hadn’t left the room like she wanted, but at least he was distracted. That would do.  She pulled her gun out from the deep coat pocket. Everything was going to plan until the idiotic girl used the walkie-talkie to get the orange-haired man from the roof down there. Minah wasn’t stupid. She could tell both men cared about her. What is it about her, that has all the men falling at her feet? I’m more beautiful, more powerful and they all go for her. Minah’s hatred grew towards y/n. Then Jungkook turned up. Good. She could use this to her advantage. Jungkook would pick Minah over y/n any day. He wanted to make a name for himself- he could only do that with Minah’s powerful influences in the gang industry. She was a bit hesitant that he would be pissed that instead of bringing 5 or 6 men, it was just her. But when his expression was calm and calculating, she knew. He can’t be mad at me. He LOVES me.  So she was practically beaming when he asked  “Who should I shoot first?” She smiled and pointed at y/n’s shaking form, partially protected by the mint-haired man, who was staring at her in disgust. That was a weird feeling-men normally fell at her feet, not look at her like she was dog dirt on the pavement. She didn’t care. She was finally getting what she wanted. She uttered a single word, unable to hide her pure delight. “Her.”
Yoongi’s POV The two of them didn’t move. It was like time had stopped. Yoongi couldn’t look at y/n in the face. She’s crying. He didn’t know how to deal with that. Finally he spoke- he couldn’t bare it. Plus, he didn’t want to say straight out that the wound on y/n’s head was worrying him. “Right. My office”. He picked up the first aid kit which Jimin had helpfully done absolutely nothing with. “Forget the damn wound. It’s fine. Just leave me alone.” Yoongi looked at her for the first time. She can’t take that tone with ME. “No it’s not fucking fine. If that shit gets infected, you’re done for. My. Office. Now.”Is she stupid? Does she know how bad her wound is?  “You just said it yourself. You don’t care.” I do care. “So do me a favour, stop acting like you give a shit. You wanted to get through to Jungkook, and well done, you did it.” No. I’m sorry. I’m not acting. “Also don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m Namjoon, or Jimin, or one of your other slaves. I don’t have to listen to you.” Right. ENOUGH. Yoongi slowly walked over to y/n, only stopping when she stepped away from him. “Are you scared?”He whispered the question.  “Hmm. There is a crazed madman here, who wants me dead. And he’s asking me if I’m scared. You know what Yoongi, I’m gonna have to say no.” That sure was a sarcastic way of saying yes. “Liar”, he whispered, and stepped forward again. He felt this overwhelming need to protect her. But she was scared. She wouldn’t let him near because he scared her. She had witnessed his anger first hand. When he saw she was trying to run from him he tried to reason with her. Make her see that he wasn’t a threat. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”  “I know you’re not.” What?  “I mean, if you were gonna hurt me, you would have done by now, right?” Then why are you running? He slowly put the first aid kit down and ran a hand through his mint hair. “That’s why you didn’t slap me. Or shoot me. Or stab me.” I would never do that. Not to you.  “So yeah. You might think I’m a whore. A slut with only one purpose.” Yoongi swallowed at her words. He hadn’t meant any of that. He had let his anger consume him. “But for some reason you’re still keeping me alive, even when technically you don’t need me. Jungkook’s on his way now. So why am I here?” No. I can’t tell her. “Don’t”, Yoongi uttered. Don’t ask me that. “Don’t what? Ask you questions? Why?”Stop. She had closed the distance between them. Yoongi wanted to reach out and just… He tried to control himself. “Is a whore like me not entitled to questions? Is that it?” I can’t do this. I can’t control myself. Not with her. “I said, don’t.” Yoongi didn’t know how much longer he could last. He saw her look down at his lips before whispering “What do you want?” Fuck it. In a swift movement, Yoongi’s lips were on y/n’s. This time, it wasn’t fake. It was very real. Y/n carressed his cheek and it was when he heard her moan, his pent-up desire finally consuming him. He broke the kiss to gasp the words “My office. NOW.”  He was so eager than y/n was having to jog to keep up with him. As soon as he got to the office he slammed the door shut and pushed y/n against it. He bought one hand up and rested it next to her face. He towered over her petite frame, making him feel more empowered than ever. She was breathing heavily, lips slightly parted, staring at him expectantly. So beautiful. “You asked me what I want, so I’m answering your question.” What happened next was the best thing Yoongi had done. She gave him so much pleasure. When he took her to his desk, flashbacks of Jimin’s girl came to Yoongi, but he quickly dismissed them. Y/n wasn’t her. Y/n wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever met. When they were done, Yoongi pulled her into a tight embrace. Her head rested on his chest while he, rubbed circles into her back. Finally, he felt like he was protecting her. But no one could know. He had broken the one rule in the business. No attachments.  He was the first to pull away from the embrace. “Shower’s next door.” He muttered. “It’ll clean the blood properly too.” It made Yoongi smirk when she struggled to walk. Must have been quite hard on her. She picked up her dress and frowned. It was pretty dirty. She can’t wear that. “Erm, can I grab one of my own clothes from the other room? This dress is a bit…dirty”. “I’ll get them. You’re not leaving the damn office with no clothes on.” What if someone sees? Yoongi went back downstairs to grab y/n some clothes. He eyed his options. Shorts? No. Another dress? I don’t think so.  He grabbed the only pair of jeans she had, and a matching shirt. And some underclothes- her’s were kind of ruined.It was cold, so he picked her jacket too. This’ll do. While y/n was in the shower, Jimin contacted Yoongi via their walkie-talkies. “Er boss? There’s a woman walking up to the warehouse.” “What the fuck do you mean, a woman? By herself?”  Y/n walked in at this point. Staring at him curiously. That all-black look suits her.  “I meant what I said boss. She’s by herself. No other vehicles. I can’t tell from here if she’s armed or not. She’s..” Jimin hesitated. “She’s what?” Yoongi frowned. He didn’t know who to expect. She could be on the other side.  “Do we shoot?”Namjoon asked him. Hmm.Yoongi was interested in this mystery woman. “…No. Let her in. I wanna find out who she is. And how she’s got the guts to just waltz in like she owns the damn place.” Y/n sighed and Yoongi turned to her. She doesn’t think this is a good idea. “You know who this could be?” “No, not yet. I didn’t know of any female gang members.” Yoongi nodded. Neither did he.. “But, if I was hedging my bets, I’d say Jungkook’s sent her. She might be a distraction, or she might be here to kill me, not too sure.” Wasn’t she scared? His protectiveness took over. “Well she definitely isn’t doing the second.” Yoongi left y/n in his office when he went to get the woman- he trusted she wouldn’t do anything stupid. When Yoongi layed eyes on her, he instantly knew who it was but didn’t let on. She wasn’t a woman to be meddled with. It was Minah- her father was the most powerful figure in the mafia.  When he bought her in, he saw y/n trying to figure out who she was. Y/n doesn’t know who she is. She doesn’t know it’s Jungkook’s girlfriend, Yoongi realised. Y/n must have thought she was his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend because she got up saying “I-I’ll leave you to it. I’ll wait downstairs. Jimin can keep an eye on me.”Oh hell no, I’m not leaving you with Jimin again. He was a trusted member, but Yoongi knew he liked y/n. He wasn’t going to risk Jimin making a move on her. He wanted all of her. Yoongi shut his door in response. That was his way of telling her she was staying. Minah spoke up. “I’m here to help you kill Jungkook. He cheated on ME. With some girl who has nothing on me.” Yoongi observed as y/n’s eyes widened at that statement- she had figured out who the woman was. She looked up at y/n. “Who are you? Part of Yoongi’s gang?”Y/n nodded, seemigly unable to form a sentence. Yoongi interjected, “Well love, you’re too late. He’s on his way here and we already have men ready.” Minah pondered for a bit. She didn’t know what to say. THAT’S when Yoongi figured out something was up. Minah was lying.“Erm. Listen, have you got any water. I feel faint.”  Yoongi walked up to the weapons cabinet, rummaging around for a pistol. But Minah beat him to it. Yoongi quietly pocketed his pistol, and walked back to y/n, to console her. “I wouldn’t try anything handsome, or I will shoot this bitch with no hesitation.” Her words made his blood boil. The jealousy made her beautiful features lookugly, and Yoongi just wanted to jump forward and strangle her . Y/n finally caught on to what was happening.  “You know who I am.” She sounded so scared, that Yoongi stepped forward to try and shield her from the medusa-like woman stood before them. “I was convincing, right?” She laughed. “Why the fuck would I want to kill my boyfriend? No. I’m only here to kill the whore that ruined our relationship.” She’s probably getting tired of being called a whore. “You know how many times he’s rejected me, ignored me, shut me off, just because of YOU?” She seethed. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know”, y/n whispered. She wasn’t a slut, or a whore. Yoongi knew y/n had only found out today about that scumbag Jungkook.  Suddenly Jimin burst in, making Yoongi jumped, and before Yoongi could register what was happening, Jimin and Minah were holding each other at gunpoint. She had narrowly missed his head. Just as well. If she had killed Jimin, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to hold back. Minah would have received a bullet to the head. “Jimin?” Yoongi slowly stood up,helping y/n stand. “How did you…?” Jimin glanced at him in confusion. “You left the walkie-talkie on. I could hear everything.” “No I di-”, Yoongi started but y/n  interrupted, “-That was me.” Wow, this girl never fails to impress. “Put the gun down It only had one bullet in it didn’t it? That’s why you’re so annoyed.” Yoongi felt almost proud at the way y/n could deduct such things in such volatile situations. He hated to admit it, but she was better than him. And he was good. “Bitch. don’t tell me what to do.” She started moving  towards y/n, but Jimin shouted “DON’T MOVE”, stopping her in her tracks. How dare she call y/n a bitch?  Yoongi gave y/n’s hand a consoling squeeze. It’s gonna be ok. She turned to look at Jimin. “You’re defending this slut? Why? Look at the way she’s holding his hand. I bet she wants to fuck him. In fact I bet they already ha-” Yoongi was getting fed up of her manipulating techniques. He was jsut about to tell her to shut up, but Jimin beat him to it. “-Shut the fuck up”, Jimin muttered.  Minah laughed. “Hit a nerve? You lot think she’s so innocent, don’t you?” She is a hell of a lot more innocent than you. “Boss?” Namjoon’s deep voice resonated throughout the room. “We can see a car approaching. Shoot on site, yeah?” “…No Namjoon. Let them in. They can witness this.” He wanted y/n to see Jungkook for what he really was. Yoongi hated the way Minah was staring at y/n.  Yoongi heard a man from the hallway.“Let’s check down here!”  “JUNGKOOK! In here, Kookie! Help!” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at what she was trying to do. Not smart. “Shut the fuck up”, Yoongi hissed. “Don’t think he’s going to help you, cus he’s not.” Minah smirked. “We’ll see about that. You just made a big mistake letting him in here.” Suddenly, Taehyung and Jungkook ran in, both armed. If Yoongi disliked Minah staring at y/n, he absolutely hated the way Jungkook eyed her up and down. “Thank God, you’re here! These psychos kidnapped me and want to kill me!” “Bullshit”, Yoongi snorted. “She came here to kill y/n.” Yoongi was all about keeping his cool until that conniving witch ordered Jungkook to “Shoot them.” Jungkook was clearly unsure who’s side he was on. Yoongi wasn’t taking chances- he was probably going to choose Minah. The selfish bastard would pick the richer, more powerful girl. Yoongi leaned in to y/n and murmured. “Start moving towards the door y/n. And run.” I turned slightly to him. “Sure thing. You first.” Is she dumb? I’m trying to help her and she’s thinking about me? “No. Me and Jimin will stay. Take care of business. Please go. And don’t turn back.” He was practically pleading with her, without the rest of the room hearing.  “No.” Fuck’s sake.“This isn’t up for debate godamnit”, he hissed. “Well in case you didn’t notice, they are stood right by the bloody door. I can’t run past them.” Y/n was right. Yoongi could help with that.  “I’ll distract them.” He started to let go of her hand and she tightened her grip. He bit back a sad smile. She was too cute.   Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. He had never come across someone so stubborn before. “Jesus..”. “Jungkook, I asked you to do something”, Minah said. Yoongi wanted her dead so badly. “Sorry babe. Who should I shoot first?” Yoongi took in a sharp intake of breath. Jungkook was so predictable. His friend however, looked a little unsure with his decision. Minah’s smirk made Yoongi’s lips curl in disgust and he felt y/n freeze next to him when Minah pointed in her direction. “Her.”  No!
Jungkook’s POV When they got to the warehouse, the first thing Jungkook noticed was Minah’s car. Taehyung sighed. “Fuck’s sake. She came alone. She’s gonna tell you some bullshit story like ‘they kidnapped me’”. Jungkook nodded. Everyone knew what Minah was like. She had perfected the art of attention seeking. The door was open when they got in. They had noticed people on the roof, but as they moved closer, Jungkook realised that they weren’t going to shoot. Yoongi had probably told them not to, for some shady reason of course. But Jungkook didn’t care. He had to get to y/n. “JUNGKOOK!” Minah’s shrill scream made the pair of them jump.” In here, Kookie! Help!” Jungkook and Taehyung exchanged looks- it was just like Taehyung had said. They ran down a corridor until they came across an open-doored office.Both ran in, guns at the ready. Jungkook froze as he took in the scene before him. He didn’t care about Minah being held at gunpoint. All he could see was y/n. And the fact that she was holding hands with Min Fucking Yoongi. His eyes met y/n’s terrified gaze. She didn’t belong here. She looked so small and helpless. But then again, he had thought that when he left her with Taehyung. She looked at him, on the verge of tears. He felt terrible- it was his fault she was here. “Thank God, you’re here! These psychos kidnapped me and want to kill me!” “Bullshit”, Yoongi snorted. “She came here to kill y/n.” But this man was his enemy. He didn’t believe Minah but he didn’t want to believe him either. He also hated the way Yoongi said y/n’s name. Like he knew her or something. Jungkook turned to Yoongi. “How the hell did she get in here then?”, he snarled. “She told him she wants to kill you. So he let her in.” Y/n’s voice spok up quietly. He turned to look at her again. Wait, has she changed clothes? Taehyung said she was wearing her orange dress. Minah was ignoring all of this. She spoke in a more menacing tone. “Shoot them.” Jungkook could feel Taehyung’s eyes on him. But all he could do was watch as Yoongi leaned down to whisper something to y/n. She furiously shook her head and whispered something back. Something in the corner of the room caught his eye. An orange piece of clothing piled up, discarded. Why did she take that off in here? Don’t tell me she.. Jungkook’s stomach churned at the thought. “Jungkook, I asked you to do something”,  Minah’s annoying voice demanded. How could he once think she was the most beautiful creature on the planet? He slowly walked into the room, deciding what he was going to do. He tore his eyes away from y/n and turned to smirk at Minah. Let’s have some fun. “Sorry babe. Who should I shoot first?” Taehyung moved forward with him, clearly worried at Jungkook’s response.  Minah’s smirked and Jungkook knew instantly what her response would be. She pointed to y/n. “Her.” Jungkook slowly turned in y/n’s direction, and Yoongi put his arm out in front of her, his eyes dark with anger. You’re not her damn boyfriend. I am. To Be Continued... ♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧
Chapter 9 will be posted after this. ^-^ Also Just so everyone knows, she has posted all chapters on her Vingle Account if you'd like to go read them there too! :D ALSO, @yougotnojamz made a WattPad! :D If you guys have a wattpad and would like to read ahead make sure you go and follow her! :D Her wattpad name is up at the top next to social medias! I will still be posting her story here for those who dont have one ^-^

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@jessicaacosta90 Thank you!
2 years ago·Reply
This is so good! That Stockholm Syndrome tho!
2 years ago·Reply
@HayleyEastman Your welcome!
2 years ago·Reply
@janessaakemi ikr! hehehe
2 years ago·Reply
Omg!
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