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It started at a frat party.What was supposed to be for one of your best friend’s, Kim Taehyung’s, excuse to not come alone, turned into one of the best nights of your life. All from a couple of drinks nonetheless.When you and Taehyung arrived from your dorm to the frat house, the music was blaring so loud that it could be heard clearly without even going inside. The two of you made your way inside and tried to blend in with the crowd. Half-naked women dancing on dudes to get their attention. Some sitting in the kitchen and drinking. Others, who are either sober or didn’t desire to dance, were also in the kitchen. Taehyung already had about four girls wrapped around him while you took a seat in the kitchen and watched from afar. Truth be told, you had work to do. But you needed a break. Or so Taehyung kept telling you.
“You’re getting bags under your eyes from sleeping so late (Y/n)!”
Guess sleeping late is the price you pay for overworking yourself. It’s tough getting to the top rank of your assassin guild, the Black Carnations. With Jimin around, it’s nearly impossible. He’s always three steps ahead of you. But that didn’t discourage you from trying. It only fueled the flames. Not to mention the fact that he was deadly handsome. Trying to dethrone him always fired you up. In more ways than one.The plan was to just stay here until Taehyung passed out on the floor or until he got bored, which didn’t happen often so you relied on the former. But running into the top assassin himself certainly was not. Yet that’s exactly what happened.He was propped on the wall of the kitchen, eyeing the living room and activities occurring in there while sipping on some wine. But pretty soon his eyes caught yours starring at him and he made his way over to you. Fuck.Once he took the empty seat next to you, he smiled and said, “Never thought I’d see you here (Y/n). It’s not like you to miss a day at being better than me.”The fact that he knew you were trying to take his spot made your heart jump. Was I really that obvious? Nevertheless, you chuckled and pointed to Taehyung who was currently surrounded by six women. “He dragged me here. Trust me, I never thought I would see me here either.”He laughed at your response and you joined in too with that contagious laugh of his. After taking another sip of his wine, he offered his cup to you, to which you accepted and downed the rest of it. You handed him the empty cup back and he made a sarcastic remark. “Glad that was my fifth cup already.”A few minutes of silence—Well between the two of you—and Jimin broke the ice once again. “It’s getting pretty cramped in here. Wanna come outside with me?”You shrugged, accepting his offer and following him out the house. You didn’t go too far away, just to the pool located at the back. You took your seats at the edge of the pool. You looked up at the night sky. Usually, you would be too busy killing people about now to realize how beautiful the stars and the moon were. You glanced over at Jimin, who also looked at the stars. That made the reflection of his already perfect irises starry. But he turned his attention to you once more.“So answer me this (Y/n),” he prompts, tilting his head so that he’s facing down at you. “Why is it that you wanna be the top assassin? It’s not an easy task. Yet, you still want to.”You look down from his gaze, but you could still feel him looking at you fidget with your fingers. “Because I like a challenge. Plus I wanted people everywhere to know my name. That’s why I joined the Black Carnations. They were and are the top known guild in all of New York. Feared even. So I worked my way up. But I can never seem to beat you.”When you looked back up to see his expression, he was confused. But that confusion soon turned into laughter as he said, “And here I thought it was just to piss me off. You make me work three times as hard as I used to before you joined. If you didn’t come here tonight, you probably would’ve finally gotten your wish. Guess that means more missions for you darling.”The sudden pet name set your heart ablaze. Judging by Jimin’s sudden devilish smirk, he knew it did something. “Do you not want me to call you that?”“N-no... I like it.” You admitted while stuttering for the right words.“Good.” Was all he said before he crashed his lips onto yours. You thought you were in a dream. Or maybe he was too intoxicated from the drinks he had earlier to think clearly. Either way, you gave in and kissed him back.You felt his hands snake around your hips. One placed on your back while the other went toward your inner thigh. You parted your legs slightly in hopes that he would touch you where you were increasingly begging for him to touch as every second your tongues danced in perfect harmony.You heard him chuckle as you opened himself to him and he felt where you were growing needy for him. Just from a sudden kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he kept toying with you. But, like with most good things, it doesn’t last long.Jimin parts his lips away from yours, but his hand still lingers on your inner thigh. “If I knew that all I needed to do was kiss you to get you this wet...” He trailed off as he bit his swollen bottom lip.Your face was heated. So was your entire body. You were at a loss for words. He’s drunk. He must be. Why else would he kiss you? But to put your mind to shame, he leaned in your ear and says to you in a husky, deep tone, “Before you start getting any ideas darling, I was sober this entire time. I have a high alcohol tolerance. It takes more than a few drinks to get me drunk. Although that kiss might’ve done it.”Truth be told, he’s always had a thing for you. Since the moment you joined the guild in fact. Albeit, this wasn’t your first time meeting him. You don’t remember him from your elementary nor middle school days as he shut everyone he knew out of his life. But now that you’re back in his life again and he’s moved on from his past, he wants nothing more than to be with you.He’s been subtle about his attraction towards you. Such as offering to help you on certain missions, to which you would decline, your determination only adding to his attraction. Even moving his seat next to yours in the only class you two share together. But tonight was the first time he was this forward. Although the alcohol didn’t render him drunk, it did make him bolder.You looked down to see if he felt the same way you did and sure enough, he did. His hard-on was clear to see from his tight black jeans. You felt a little more confident. Confident enough to say something back. “You never finished that thought of what you would do to me Jimin. If you knew that a kiss was all I needed to get this horny.”Jimin smirked and tsked. “Naughty girl. Why tell you when I can show you?”But before that could happen, a couple of students came from outside the house and started to occupy the pool. Why now of all times? Yet, that smirk never left Jimin’s face. He winked, “Maybe another time (Y/n).”You rolled your eyes at him as he got up, reaching a hand to get you up. “You’re such a tease.”Once you got up you both walked back inside to see that Taehyung indeed passed out on the floor. Jimin agreed to help you back to his dorm and also walk you back to yours.Opening the door to your small apartment, you thanked him and he nodded, wishing that you slept well and you did the same. After you closed the door, you immediately went to take a shower. The sins that you were thinking of doing to that man made your skin tingle. If not for you having some consciousness left, you would’ve invited him to your bed instead of just the apartment. But thank god you weren’t too drunk on lust to do something that stupid.But that begged the realization...Jimin. Park Jimin. Your rival. Had a thing for you. Just me.At least you hoped so. The next day arrived and you woke up to a barrage of text messages from Taehyung.[10:30am] Lil Tae: Don’t think I didn’t see you walk out with Jimin[10:30am] Lil Tae: Whatever you two did I wanna know all about it[10:30am] Lil Tae: Don’t leave anything outYou rolled your eyes at Taehyung’s persistence.[10:31am] Me: We kissed. That’s it you pervHe responded back within seconds[10:31am] Lil Tae: Okay first of all Im not a perv Im just curious[10:31am] Lil Tae: Second, that’s all y’all did? You ditched me for just one kiss with him? At least tell me youre underexaggeratingHow the hell did he catch your bluff?[10:33am] Me: We made out. I got way hornier than I meant to...[10:34am] Lil Tae: Ooo (Y/n). Smh[10:34am] Me: Wym smh? Youre the one that invited me[10:34am] Me: If it makes you feel better, I almost got fucked at the pool by him. But ppl came out so he just took me and your passed out ass homeTaehyung stopped his quick replies. It took him a whole three minutes until he could say something back.[10:37am] Lil Tae: Oh I did pass out. I thought I knew my limit. Guess I’ll try again nxt time. Btw the leader has an assignment for you and Jimin. He said for the two of you to say after his class to get it. I already texted Jimin about it.You cocked your head in confusion. Usually, the leader of the Black Carnations, Min Yoongi, would just text you personally about your mission. But then again this would also be the first time you would be working with a partner. With Jimin of all people.Looking at the time on your phone, the realization hit you that you might be late for your class. It starts at 10:45. Not to mention that you still have to get ready. Good thing you took a shower yesterday. All you needed were clothes.You hopped off your bed and toward your barren closet. A black cami with ripped jeans and a black leather jacket? Sounds like a plan to me. Not to mention the leather boots you bought at a sale that came with the jacket. Now it was just a matter of getting to class before the late bell rang. The day went on like any other day. Until it came to your last period class, which was shared with Jimin. You took your seat next to him. As if your thighs were magnetically pulling his hands towards them, he immediately placed them there. Never had he ever advanced so far. That was until yesterday. Almost all the boundaries were broken. He looked at your face to see your expression. “Too much?”You shook your head and you could hear his low laugh. All he did was rub your thigh and you were already heating up. Every small intimate action raised your body heat. He knew this. Which is exactly why he continued to do it.Your mind drifted to that sinful place once more as he trailed your upper thigh. He kept it there though, not wanting to go further. You almost whined but caught yourself just in time before you let the sound escape your mouth. His laugh was dry. He knew what he was doing to you. You didn’t even need to make a sound. Your body gave it all away.As Yoongi strolled in, along with some students who missed the late bell, the class finally began. Jimin sighed, “Shame. I would’ve loved to hear those moans from you again (Y/n). I couldn’t get them out my head since last night. You were the only thing on my mind. Hell, you still are. You always have been. It’s just you.”Wait. Did I hear that right? “Just me?” You repeated aloud.He nodded. “Just you.”Something about those two words had your heart doing backflips. Maybe because you were the only female that came to his mind. Everyday. Every night. No one else but you.“You have too...” you sheepishly admitted. “Not just beating you either. More than that.”And with those exchange of confessions came time for the class to actually start. Although you, along with all the other assassins in Black Carnations knew Yoongi personally, you all also knew not to talk while he was talking. If anyone was caught doing so, pray to your god that all he did was keep you after class. It was the same with your first-period teacher, Kim Seokjin. Anyone caught slacking off or talking above him was immediately written up and sent to the office. Or worse.Throughout the entire class period, Jimin’s hand never left your thigh. He would give it the occasional squeeze just to see you tense under his touch. Damn him for being such a tease. But you decided to play along with his game.Your hand made its way to his crotch. You felt him stiffen at the sudden feeling of your touch. That made you smirk and added more confidence in what you were doing. You slowly rubbed up and down, watching his facial expressions as you did so. He bit down on those plump lips of his to not let a sound out. Now you knew why teasing could be so much fun.He looked over at you while you continued pleasuring him through his pants. He gave that same sexy smile that you saw last night. You couldn’t get it out your mind. It was practically tattooed. And now here he is again. Seeing Jimin almost lose himself—in public nonetheless—was enough to send the excitement to your now damp panties. His tent was clearly visible. You wanted to help him get rid of it, but before you could, he brought his hand down to grab yours, shaking his head no.If you were to have continued, Jimin would’ve definitely caused a disturbance in the class.You pouted, bringing your hand back to your own person. He smiled at you and mouthed “next time baby”. Can next time be sooner? Lord what you would do just to have that kind of power again. It was exhilarating.When the class ended, everyone was dismissed. Jimin and you stayed after to receive your assignment from Yoongi. It was a simple search and kill mission. The two of you looked at each other and back at Yoongi. He rolled his eyes at you. “I know that this is pretty standard for the two of you but this is an attack on one of the guilds that threaten our spot at being the best: Red Roses. Some of their men are going out tonight, possibly for some more weapons to fend against us. Kill them, get the weapons, report back to me. Understood?”You nodded your heads simultaneously. He gave you two that famous gummy smile that only his favorite people get to see. “Good. I’m counting on you two. You are both my best assassins and I trust you both immensely.”He dismissed you and Jimin with a farewell and then went outside. But not without Jimin pinning you down the moment you stepped out the classroom to the nearest wall. Good thing the hallways were empty already. “I bet you enjoyed that stunt you pulled earlier. Don’t think I won’t punish you for it.”You smirked at the aforementioned punishment. “Oh yeah? What punishment?”“Eager are we,” Jimin questioned while coming closer to your lips. “After this mission, you’re coming home with me. Then we’ll see to it about those punishments. How does that sound baby girl?” At first, you thought that the boss was joking when he said that two people were needed to get this mission done. But the Red Roses actually proved to be a challenge. Without Jimin you didn’t think you would’ve been able to do this all by yourself.When you and Jimin made it to the drop-off where the weapons and the assassins would be, you planned for what to do.“You take out the ones in hiding. I’ll distract them as best as I can,” Jimin ordered.You nodded, adding your own strategy to his. “We’ll double-team the rest of them. Good?”He inclined his head in agreement. You both heard some whispering which signaled for you to start the mission.Jimin jumped down first, stabbing two members in the back and motioned for you to join him. You flipped down and he rolled his eyes at your extraness. You stuck your tongue out and then the two of you split ways. The fact that you could be childish while killing made you smirk as you sliced open an assassin’s neck.Two more assassins came from behind, to which you jumped in the air and landed behind, placing two shurikens dead in their necks.Jimin, on the other hand, had five more assassins to deal with. He toyed with them. Whistling in one direction and stabbing in the opposite. One by one, they all met their untimely demise. With a smirk, Jimin caught sight of you, along with the main reason for coming on this mission.He whispered for you to join him near the weapons cache. Only one member to go. But... You recognized that last member.He was Kim Namjoon. Your high school best friend. Your best friend to this day. Despite going on separate paths, you didn’t let the mere fact of you being in different guilds deter you from seeing each other. But now... Now you had to find another option.Before Jimin could make his way towards Namjoon, you stopped him. “You can’t kill him Jimin.”He thought you were joking and scoffed. “You really wanna take away all the glory huh?”“No. It’s just... I know him. He’s my best friend.”His bewildered face looked at your somber one. He knew you were telling the truth. Sighing, he put his knife in his pocket. “Fine (Y/n). Find a way to get those weapons from him. We can’t go back to the boss empty-handed. If you can’t find a way then--”You cut him off before he even mentioned his alternative. “I got this.”Walking over to Namjoon, he put up his defenses, only to put them down and cocked his head to the side out of confusion. “(Y/n)? What are you doing here?”You motioned your head to the cache behind him that he was currently guarding. “The boss assigned me on a mission to get those weapons for our guild.”You made sure not to give away the fact that it was a two-man mission, leaving Jimin’s name out of it. “That would explain the blood... But there were about maybe ten men covering this place. You killed them all?”You nodded, looking off to the side. But he wasn’t having it. Damn his bullshit detector. He raised an eyebrow at your bluff. “You do realize I can tell you’re lying right? Listen, I don’t wanna fight, especially not you. Just tell me the truth and I’ll hand you the weapons. Were you working alone?”Well, when he put it like that he sounded like the older brother you wished you had. “I had help...”“Jimin?”The hairs on the back of your neck stood. Jimin gripped the knife in his pocket at the mention of his name leaving Namjoon’s mouth. He’s known Namjoon way before you met him. You met a changed Namjoon. Jimin was friends with the original one. The one who was sweet, pure, innocent even. The one you talked to was none of those things. Then again, Jimin was different too. The two have changed immensely from their childhood. In more ways than one. Not just because they fight for different guilds. Although that does make them wanna rip each other’s heads off even more. No, a much bigger reason took away their innocence. Right around when you came into both of their lives.“Wait just a damn minute, Joonie,”—he cringed at the nickname you still called him—, “How the hell did you know that I was working with him?”He chuckled. “I didn’t. I was going off of a hunch. You just confirmed it. The tension between our guilds has been getting higher and higher. It was only a matter of time before something like this were to occur. Ah well.”Namjoon kept his word and handed you the cache of weapons with no bloodshed with his cute dimple smile that made you wanna pinch his cheeks. “The boss will be mad at me for this one. But I can deal with that later.”You thanked him and then parted ways. You heard him say, “See you tomorrow (Y/n)!”Jimin saw you coming toward his way and calmed himself, taking his hand out of his pocket so that you wouldn’t suspect him of any sort of bad intentions he had for Namjoon.Returning to the rendezvous point where you left Jimin, you handed him the cache with a shit eating grin on your face. “Told you I could do it.”“Never doubted you for a second.” After returning the new weapons to Yoongi—he congratulated you by putting more money on your credit cards—you made your way back to Jimin’s place via his Bugatti Chiron 2018. You’ve never been more excited to get punished in your entire life.He lived by himself off-campus in a nice sized house. Goddamn, he was filthy rich. This is probably all the money he got from being the top assassin. Or maybe his parents. Maybe both. Questions for another time.He caught your awe-shocked look and laughed. “You like what you see?”You were too busy gawking at his house to even catch yourself from speaking what was on your mind. “Hell yeah. I would live here forever if I could.”At the possibility of you living with him, Jimin grabbed your hand and led you around, showing you his kitchen, living room, upstairs, bathroom, and most importantly his master bedroom. The curtains were white. The wall and carpet were black. He had a king sized bed with monochrome sheets. His entire bedroom was just as large as your entire dorm room.The raven-haired male let go of your hand, the warmth fading much to your dismay. He walked over to his closet and pulled out two sets of pajamas along with two sets of towels. “We should take a shower. To get this dirt and stuff off.”A shower. A singular shower. “You mean together?”He paired his sarcastic remark with a cold piercing stare. “Did I stutter?”You raised your hands in surrender, not wanting him to ever look at you like that again. That look terrified you. He starred right into your soul. With one glance.But that look was replaced—Thank God—by a smile. “I’ll get the water ready.”And with that, you were left alone in Jimin’s bedroom. The duality of that man will never cease to amaze me. You gripped the bedsheets. Soft. The pattern of his pillow cases was very artistic. They were monochrome as well. You want to just sink down and lay there. But you waited for Jimin to get the shower ready.Seconds felt like hours. Anxious hours of waiting. The thoughts of what could happen began to flush through your mind. You would see him in all his naked glory. He would see you in yours. You would be wrapped around each other...“(Y/n)!”Jimin voice from the bathroom snapped you back to reality, which you were still rendering if this was indeed reality. You quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around your naked figure to meet him where it wasn’t a shower but instead a bath.He grinned, looking at your figure enwrapped in his towel. “You didn’t think of getting my towel huh?”You felt your face heat up from embarrassment. You were too busy in your own thoughts to even bring him his towel. “I wasn’t thinking...” Was all you managed to say as an apology of some sort.“No worries. I have no problem sharing darling.”The silence set in. As if this wasn’t awkward enough. But thankfully Jimin broke it. He inclined his head toward his bedroom, “I’ll undress out there and meet you in the tub. Cool?”“Y-yeah... Cool.”He left the bathroom while closing the door on the way out. You unwrapped your towel and placed yourself inside the tub. The water wasn’t burning hot but felt like a hot spring. Still, it was enjoyable. You let yourself relax against the back of the tub, waiting for Jimin.You almost fell asleep if it weren’t for the gentle touch placed on you to scoot up. Once you did, Jimin placed himself right behind you. Your heart was beating ten times faster than it was supposed to. Your body automatically tensed up from the contact of your bodies touching.“Waiting long?”Shaking your head, he wrapped his arms around your figure and pulled you closer to his frame. You could feel his well-defined abs. He moved one hand down to your nether region. “You need to relax a little.”He skillfully plays with your clit as a means of helping you relax. Rubbing that sensitive bud with one finger while sliding up and down your slit using two others. Since this wasn’t the classroom, you had the freedom to let him hear those moans that he’s dreamed about emitting from you for months. And they were better than he could’ve ever imagined.He bit down on your earlobe, causing you to wince in slight pain. “God, keep those moans up, baby. By the time we’re done, I want this entire neighborhood to know who’s fucking you so good. Can you do that for me?”The nod you gave him had his evergrowing erection grow even harder. You could feel it poking at you, causing you to arch your back away from his frame. But your arching was short-lived as Jimin dove two fingers into your cunt. You sunk back, resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder as he continued to make you relax, your moans unstoppable.Your hips bucked to try and match his rhythm. He looked over at your fucked out expression, eyes shut tight and mindlessly moving your body, and wondered if you could handle what he had in store for the remainder of the night if you already looked this way right now. Regardless, he sped up his pace, adding in another digit.You felt yourself get close. You clenching around Jimin’s fingers also let him know that your end was near. You managed to look at him and say, “J-Jimin. I’m so close. Please... Don’t stop.”Jimin’s lips grew into a devilish smirk, halting his movements and bringing his fingers languidly out of your folds. “Hmm... But that would ruin what I had planned for tonight.”You whimpered at the loss of his fingers. You were so close yet so far. “Was that my punishment for what happened in class?”The male shook his head, that smirk never leaving his beautifully crafted face. He left the bath, drying himself up with the towel you brought for yourself. “I’m just getting started baby girl. I promise that you’ll be begging for more than my fingers before I even finish.”The sinful thoughts danced around your mind. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Jimin had in store for you. Especially if you were on the verge of an orgasm just from a few fingers. Maybe one more stroke and you would’ve cum instantly.Jimin helped you out of the tub. He used that same towel to dry your body as well. Your eyes traveled down to that same cock that was poking your back earlier. The one you tried to give a handjob during class. This was the first time you’ve ever seen in and it made you blush.You were so in a trance that you failed to realize you were until Jimin snapped you back into reality. He grinned, finishing up with drying you off. “Don’t worry love, you’ll get this soon. After your punishments.”That orgasm denial was punishment enough. But not in Jimin’s eyes. If only you knew just how much he pines for you each and every night. He was a fool for not getting with you during high school. But he was going through something. He blamed himself for an event he could not control. So now that you’re here, he’ll make the best of this night.He led you back to his king-sized bed. “Sit. Eyes closed darling.”You obeyed, curious as to why you would need your eyes to be closed. You’ve seen every inch of him. Every inch of him that you fantasized about for months. The fact that this is happening is still a blur to you. Nonetheless, you’re not complaining one bit.Jimin left your side to go in his closet and pull out his first toy for tonight’s round of punishments: a black velvet blindfold. You felt the bed dip as he shifted himself behind you to place the blindfold on you. Suddenly you wish you had the ability to see the smirk plastered onto Jimin’s face.“No fair.” You huffed out.As Jimin left the bed to kneel down in front of your entrance, you heard him laugh just a little. Although the chuckle that followed your bratty behavior was low, you still heard it, your other senses being heightened from the loss of a major sense that you took for granted.Biting down on your inner thigh, he retorted to your comment. “Life isn’t fair.”You thought you’ve seen it all. Oh, how wrong you were. If only you could see how Jimin teases his way into your cunt using only his tongue, you’d probably cum at the sight. It has you becoming that moaning mess that you were in just minutes prior. He flicked that sensitive nub with his skilled muscle, which sent your hands straight to that full head of raven dyed hair. He was just getting started.He decided to stop teasing you though and inserted that sinful tongue inside you. He mentally kicks himself for not doing it sooner as he tastes just how sweet you are. “Fucking hell (Y/n),” he moans. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out for fucking hours.”Those praises have your pussy spilling more juices, which Jimin happily laps up and enjoys every last bit. You throw your head back in ecstasy. Your hips rolling into his tongue to get him deeper inside you. His tongue almost reaches that spot that would have you screaming his name at the top of your lungs when he curls it upwards. A spot that he will be reaching later tonight.You felt yourself build up again from your first denied orgasm. Jimin’s tongue went limp, leaving you to chase your high on your own. With your fingers already entangled in his locks, you grind yourself onto his face. “Oh f-fuck! Ngh—shit! I’m close. So fucking close, Jimin—fuck! Feels so good.”He didn’t even need to ask for praises. He moans, causing the vibrations to be what undoes you. You let go with a bang, your top half collapsing onto the bed while releasing yourself into Jimin’s open mouth. He was careful not to let any drip, savoring the taste of your sweeter than sweet cum.Jimin stood up, not even wiping his face before taking off your blindfold so that you can see the mess you made of Jimin. Not that he was fussing. Sweat made his black hair stick to his forehead. His plump lips swollen from devouring you like a starved man. Some of your juices could be seen on his chin. God, even with all of that, he still looked sexy. You might argue and say more so.“Ready for your second punishment?”You almost choke, forgetting the reason why you had the blindfold on despite it being taken off seconds earlier. Your body hasn’t felt this way in a long time. So for it to be able to withstand Jimin’s punishments was enough for you to nod your head, eager for whatever else Jimin has to throw at you.And throw he does. He goes back down to obtain a pair of handcuffs from underneath his bed. You begin to wonder aloud, asking without thinking, “Where do you get these things from?”“Online.” He answers bluntly as if his kinks were nothing special. You, on the other hand, were awestruck by the many toys he collects. You didn’t expect a man like Jimin to be into these sort of things. He seemed suggestive, sure, but no amount of that could’ve led to him being possibly the kinkiest man you’ve seen in your life. Even kinkier than Kim Taehyung himself and that’s saying something. Albeit you’ve never slept with the man, you could only imagine him doing these acts with the women he brought home with him after parties.But as you distracted yourself from Jimin, you found yourself pinned against the bed. Not by Jimin’s hands, however. You strained against the cuffs, only then realizing your situation.Those soft, delicate hands that you thought were holding you against your will were currently roaming your body. Jimin made sure to let you know just how beautiful you were. Kissing from your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, each kiss igniting a flame that he would soon put to rest, he muttered, “Not even my dreams could amount to how gorgeous you look right now (Y/n). Every night I imagined you here with me. Tied up against my bed. Begging for me to fuck you senselessly.”His confessions are making you feel dizzy. There’s no way that the Park Jimin just admitted to saying that he dreamt of this moment. Possibly since the day you joined the guild. But that would mean that there’s no way that the Park Jimin is getting his darkest fantasy fulfilled. Either way, he had you moaning his name. Not as loud as Jimin would’ve liked it, much to his dismay. That only pushed him further to your limit.You were almost out of it until you felt his tip gliding in and out of your slick folds. You whimper, wanting to feel all of him. Right then. Right now.Jimin caught that whine and used it as an excuse to bend you to his whim—as if you weren’t already. He leaned closer to your ear, his hot breath on your skin once more caused you to strain against the handcuffs in an effort to touch him. “Tell me what you want daddy to do.”When he referred to himself as daddy, it set you off the edge to the point of no return. You answered him with no hesitation, desperate to climax for the second time tonight if Jimin were to allow it. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Jim—”“Hmm?” He cut you off when you almost addressed him by his real name, to which you corrected yourself after gulping down your own saliva.“Please, daddy. I need you inside me. Fucking me until I can’t walk straight.”He chuckled, slowly entering himself inside your cunt. You had an unforgiving grip on his cock with him stretching you out with each inch. Both of you let out a loud moan when he was finally buried inside you to the hilt.Jimin stayed in that position, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. The unrelenting vise of your pussy started to ease up, giving Jimin the opportunity to almost take himself all the way out, only to slam his hips against yours mercilessly.You practically screamed for him to go faster. Harder. Whatever he needed to do in order for you to get your wish of not being able to walk in the morning. You could already tell that the handcuffs were going to leave a noticeable bruise on your skin. Hopefully, you’ll be able to hide them from Namjoon so that he doesn’t get suspicious. Too bad his middle name was pretty much suspicious and he was going to end up finding out what’s going on one way or another.But that was for tomorrow you.Tonight you... Tonight you wanted nothing more than to be with Jimin—who was currently fucking you so rough that you could swear you were seeing stars.Jimin, the male who has been in your life since you were in kindergarten. Although the only memorable face you could recall from such a time was Taehyung. He was the first one out of seven boys who had an eye on you to interact with you. You have yet to meet all of them, but all of them knew you. And if only they knew just how heavenly you felt being fucked this good then they would’ve had taken their chances a long time ago.The pit beginning to form in your lower region made you realize that you were close. You moaned for him in your time of need. “Fuck—J-Jimin! Please please don’t stop. I want to cum. S-so badly.”“Anything for you, my darling (Y/n),” he whispered in your ear. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came all over his cock that was still drilled inside you. A few strokes later and Jimin followed suit with his load.He collapsed onto your chest, heaving from such a good workout. You too were out of breath and also at a loss of your voice from using it too much. You felt Jimin take the handcuffs of you and immediately your hands went to embrace his worn-out body.You traced circles on his back as he squirmed. “Hey, I’m ticklish.”A small smile crept up on your face as he kept himself from laughing while you continued to tickle him. His laugh only made you join in and soon you both were in each other’s arms. Except he was the one spooning you as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. Jimin rested his chin on the top of your head, slowing heading to dreamland himself.
What an eventful night to say the least.
Namjoon returned to the hub for the Red Roses. He was greeted by Roseanne Park, the third top assassin in the guild which ranked her only two positions lower than him and who always had something smart to say to him.“I don’t see the other assassins with you.” She motioned her head behind him. “Did you get them killed?”He rolled his eyes, not wanting to further indulge in conversation with the woman. Walking past her, she snickered. “You’re lucky the boss has a thing for you. I would’ve cut you off a long time ago. Top assassin or no.”The male stopped in his tracks to retort. Not facing her, he stated, “Yet if I were the boss you wouldn’t be standing there addressing your superior in such a way. You’d be dead. Or worse. But we can’t all have what we want right, Rose?”She tsked, which meant that Namjoon won and so he continued to walk into the boss’s office. Seokjin would understand, right? If he told him it was (Y/n), then he would be more lenient. Namjoon could only hope so.When he entered, Seokjin was busy looking over papers, possibly from the first-period class that he taught at the same school he went to for college. He already looked stressed, but the news needed to be reported.“Can’t this want until the morning?” Seokjin groaned in frustration. “I’m a little busy grading these shitty papers.”Namjoon couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man. He also couldn’t help but comment on his situation. “To be fair, you were the one that assigned it to us.”Seokjin balled up a student’s work in his hand and threw in Namjoon’s direction. It missed. “Yeah, but I didn’t know you guys would suck so badly. Now I’m forced to read over these god-awful stories and not one of them has made the last miserable hours of my life that I'll never get back worth it.”“Well, how was mine?”The boss covered his face with his hands and sighed. “Just... be lucky you know me so well. I gave you the highest grade I could possibly allow you to have without looking like you’re my favorite student.” Bringing his face away from his hands, he took a deep breath. “But enough about my sorrows. What brings you to my office?”Namjoon cleared his throat, bracing himself for the reaction that Kim Seokjin would no doubt go over the top about. “It’s regarding the weapons cache. The Black Carnations got word about it somehow and acted. They sent their top two assassins. One of them being Jimin of course. But the other being (Y/n). I didn’t get to see Jimin, but I did see her. I gave her the weapons if she told me that she wasn’t working alone. She admitted to having worked with Jimin. Unfortunately, she didn’t mention who told her about the weapons.”Seokjin’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of (Y/n)’s precious name escaping Namjoon’s lips. He has never made a move on her but always wished he had. News about her being one of the top assassins in the same guild that his former best friend, Min Yoongi, is in made his heart sink at ever having a chance with her.It took all of Seokjin’s strength to not strangle his most beloved assassin. He ignored the fact that Namjoon possibly jeopardized any chance the Red Roses had at becoming the top guild. “So what you’re saying is,” Seokjin started, “we have a traitor inside our walls.”Namjoon nodded.His eyes turned cold. “Then do me a favor and dispose of this problem. We can’t have another incident happen like that again. We are at war with the Black Carnations and the last thing we need is for them to get the upper hand.”But the upper hand wasn’t the weapons. It was you. None of these men would dare kill you. And for that reason, the Black Carnations would stay in power.Although it didn’t hurt to find other means of being the best. And so Namjoon went out to find the one responsible for leaking information. Starting with none other than Roseanne.
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Jimin woke up in a cold sweat, having experienced the one thing that still haunts his dreams constantly. The death of his family. His mother. His father. Even his younger brother. Despite being with Taehyung and the boys that same night, he still blames himself for not being there to at least attempt to do something. Anything.November 3rd, 2012.
It was the evening time, in which young high school junior Jimin was going out with Taehyung, Namjoon, and the rest of the five boys to play video games at Namjoon’s fancy mansion.
As soon as they arrived, the first thing Jimin noticed was that Namjoon’s younger sister wasn’t present. She was only one year younger than Namjoon, making her and Jimin the same age. She always greeted the boys and even played some of the games they played. But tonight she was gone. Why is that? Jimin wondered.
But his daydreams were short-lived as Taehyung dragged him to the couch to play some Call of Duty: Black Ops II. Everyone was too enraptured into the game except Jimin who was currently having thoughts about Namjoon’s sister. It’s not like her to miss game night. Especially since she had a crush on Jimin. She knew that Jimin had his eyes set on another, but couldn’t help but develop feelings for the guy.
He elbowed Namjoon to get his attention. “Hey, where’s Geongmin?”
“I don’t know Jimin. Check her room or somethin—crap! You’re gonna pay for that Jeon!”
Jeongguk only smirked at his elder as he killed him with a sniper rifle without even using the scope. Jimin could see that wasn’t going to get any more answers from Namjoon unless he was to turn off the PlayStation and get tackled to the ground by his friends. So he left to go find Geongmin himself.
Jimin knew Namjoon’s mansion inside out. He’s been there so many times that he knew every nook and cranny of the place. Usually, Geongmin would be in their private library, reading romance stories. If not there then in the pet area with her family of five dogs. Her favorite one was RapMon. The final place that she could possibly be is in her room sleeping. Which wasn’t possible with the amount of noise the boys were emitting, even from the third floor.
Jimin checked all these places. One by one. Each time his heart sinking lower and lower at the realization that Geongmin is not in any of her favorite places. Jimin then resorted to checking every single room in the mansion. No luck.
He ran downstairs to alert the boys. But by the time he got there, Geongmin was already at the door. She was on the verge of tears. Covered with splatters of blood. Not that it mattered to Jimin at the time because he ran full speed to Geongmin to give her a hug.
“Oh my gosh, Geongmin!” Jimin gave a sigh of relief. “I was worried about you. I couldn’t find you anywhere. It’s not like you to miss game night.”
Geongmin didn’t hug Jimin back, but pushed herself away from him, the blood transferring from her to him. Her voice cracked as she answered the boy, “I don’t deserve your hugs.”
The boys were all huddled around the two of them. Hoseok was the one to ask the daring question of “Who’s blood is that?”
She didn’t answer his question, her attention on Jimin. Her eyes spilled with tears she tried to contain. “Go home, Jimin.”
Jimin, confused, wanted to ask her why would he need to go home, but wasn’t given the opportunity. “Geongmin—”
“Go home!”
And as Jimin obeyed, running straight for his house, Geongmin continued to cry onto Namjoon’s shoulder, trying to get her bearing to explain why she acted like that. When Jimin reached his house, he opened the door, only to find out whose blood was spilled onto both Geongmin’s as well as his own body.
His mother’s. His father’s. His little brother’s. This was the moment in time that Jimin’s innocence was taken away from him. This is what broke and ultimately changed him into the cold-exterior of a male he is today.What he did after is what took Namjoon’s pure self away. For he was responsible for the death of Kim Geongmin. As well as the disbandment of an entire assassin’s guild, the Purple Lilies. The same guild tasked with the deaths of Jimin’s family. For whatever reason, he never got to figure out.For the remainder of his junior year, he had become more aggressive and cold. He even stopped paying attention to you, not wanting for you to get close to him as he was a walking time bomb ready to explode at any minute. And so you forgot about him.The two people who came to his rescue were Taehyung and Yoongi. Taehyung comforted Jimin as best as he could, offering his friend a place to stay. Yoongi however, gave Jimin the opportunity of a lifetime.When Jimin turned seventeen, an entire year later after the incident, Yoongi allowed for Jimin to join the Black Carnations. During this time, they weren’t on the top. Matter of fact, it was the White Muscari that were the top guild while the Black Carnations were third, right behind the Red Roses. But it was Jimin who put them at the top and why he is and still remains the top assassin of the Black Carnations.Yoongi informed Jimin of what Geongmin told the boys that night, finding out that Geongmin was a part of the Purple Lilies for the first time. Jimin’s hands balled into a fist with anger. All this time he never knew that Geongmin of all people had the ability to kill. An entire family nonetheless. Well, Jimin could do much worse under the right circumstances.“What happened that night...” Yoongi started, putting himself in Jimin’s shoes and getting equally pissed off after hearing the story. “Is something unforgivable. But, I have inside sources. They told me the exact location for the main hub for all of the Purple Lilies. I’m giving you the task to dispose of however many of those filthy rats as you see fit. Hell, kill them all.”Jimin didn’t say anything, saving his energy for the chaos he was about to cause. He nodded and was sent on his way. Yoongi texted him the directions and soon enough, Jimin was facing the entrance of the Purple Lilies main hideout. He took a deep breath. Mom. Dad. Jihyun. This one is for you.And with that, Jimin set out to exterminate every single member of the Purple Lilies. However many were in sight. He wasn’t paying attention to whoever he was killing. All that mattered was that they were dead. The body count was forty. And one of those bodies belonged to Kim Geongmin. Namjoon would only have found out after hearing on the news that their entire guild has been wiped out. Yet to this day, he still has no idea who killed his sister.It was for this reason that Namjoon also fell into a state of depression and misery. The one giving him a spot in the assassin’s guild he owned being none other than Kim Seokjin himself. However, the one that comforted him wasn’t one of the boys. It was you.You always noticed Namjoon in class before his sister’s death. He always smiled at you and helped you with anything you couldn’t understand right away. But the moment the Purple Lilies disbanded due to them being wiped out, he wasn’t talking. Not to you or anyone really and it bugged you. So you asked what’s wrong.“It’s... complicated.” Namjoon quietly spoke to you.You enclosed your hand around his. “Well when you’re ready to talk, I’m right here okay? I don’t like seeing you like this, Joonie.”He scoffed at the aforementioned nickname you came up with. “Joonie? Never heard my name being said like that before.”Smirking, you said back to him, “Get used to it because we’re gonna be spending a lot more time with each other, Joonie.”Eventually, after becoming close friends, Namjoon told you about his sister. It made you as equally livid as he was when he first heard about it.“That’s awful!” You exclaimed. “And you don’t know who did such a horrible crime!”Namjoon shook his head and sighed. “If I did then he wouldn’t be still out there doing God knows what. But it’s alright I guess. I’m over it for the most part.”If only you knew that the person responsible for killing his sister was the same person who was holding you oh so tightly to his frame and had no intention of letting you leave his bed after a round of pleasurable events went on last night. You would’ve at least heard him out. Namjoon however, would want his head. After all, it’s not like you knew why he went on such a killing spree. All you would know was that he killed a rather innocent girl who happened to be related to Namjoon.Would you still love him if he told you the truth? Hell, did you even love him at all? Jimin knows based off of Taehyung’s behavior that sex can be purely platonic. No love at all. He mentioned that he pined for you each and every day at class and you did the same. But was it because you were nice? That begs the question of why would you allow him to bring you back to his house and punish you. Surely it wasn’t because you were nice. Maybe you did love him. Just maybe.You turned on your other side, your front facing Jimin as your eyes fluttered open to the sight of him looking directly at you. He’s been like that ever since he woke himself up. He didn’t want to wake you up, enjoying how nice you felt against him. Possibly a little too much.The reason why you turned around was to see what was poking at your back. Sure enough, it was exactly what you thought it was. You chuckled, your voice still hoarse from last night. “Morning wood?”Jimin didn’t even blush when he was caught red-handed. He only smirked. “Wanna help me out?”“Depends. What time is it?”He turned to check his phone and read you the current time. “It’s 12 o’clock. Way past your first-period darling.”You sighed, sad that you missed almost half the day sleeping. But it wasn’t all that bad since you were here with Jimin. At least you won’t have to explain the newly formed bruises on your skin to Namjoon or Taehyung.But you weren’t sad for a long time, mischievous acts clouding your mind with thoughts of how exactly to help your lover out with his problem. “Then I guess I can help you out.”It seemed like yesterday he was all about you. Your pleasures. Your desires. So the least you could do was return the favor. And so you dipped below the covers and found yourself face to face with Jimin’s hardened member. You blew on it, the quietest moan escaping Jimin’s lips.With just minimal touching able to turn him on even further, you licked a stripe of his length, earning yourself another moan and the added bonus of a hand grasping at your hair. Although you wanted to also Jimin, you wanted to tease him as well. And goddamn was it working like a charm.Each lick on his tip edged him to the point of almost shoving himself down your throat, but he restrained himself for your sake. He simply pleaded for you. “Please please stop teasing me (Y/n).”Seeing him beg like that made you stop tormenting him and give in to his wants. In one fell swoop, you took his entire cock down your throat, the two of you moaning simultaneously. You felt his tip touching the back of your throat, almost making you choke but you held yourself together for Jimin.Jimin’s grasp on your hair , allowing for him to control your movements. He used your mouth at a slow pace at first, gradually getting faster and faster as he was coming close to his breakthrough. Your mouth became limp as he kept pounding into your mouth with no intention on exiting anytime sooner. Tears were daring to leave your eyes but you pulled through, for you didn’t want Jimin to worry. Besides, you enjoyed the sight of him losing himself because of you.“A-ah, (Y/n) babe. I’m coming!”And just like that, he came in your mouth. You invited his seed welcomingly, milking him for everything he had and swallowing his load. Oh, but you were far from done with him. He gave you two toe-curling orgasms last night and you were about to do the same.You kissed his cock, running your fingers along his still semi-hard shaft. Your core was aching for him to fill you up just like he did before. Your thighs rubbed together for any kind of short relief.Jimin finally caught on to your squirming and questioned your intentions. “Just what are you doing babe?”“Well...” You were struggling to find the rights words. “You made me come twice... It’s only fair that I do the same for you.”That was what Jimin needed to hear in order for you to do just that, his dick reacting instantly to your wishes. As you rose to straddle his lower half, Jimin placed his hands on your thighs, giving them the occasional squeeze.You hovered over his cock with your already wet lips. His head teased its way into your folds, making you clench around him. He hissed as he bit lip to suppress a moan. You felt way too good. It took all of his willpower to not slam up into you.After finally sinking the rest of yourself down and getting used to his size, you almost removed yourself completely before slamming right back down on Jimin’s lower half once more. Pretty soon those uncontrollable moans came rushing out of your mouth along with the mantra of Jimin’s name repeated over and over again.The sight of you actually riding his dick, your breasts bouncing nonstop, your sweet moans escaping your lips was enough to bring Jimin to his next climax. But he wanted to feel your release as well. He needed to.“Babe. Y-you’re so fucking good—holy shit. Please tell me you’re close.”You nodded. You managed to answer him with more than just a simple head motion and instead with words. “Fuck—Yes, Jimin. I-I’m right there!”You threw your head back in ecstasy, riding out your release and getting Jimin to do the same. You felt content with yourself and so removed your warm cunt from Jimin’s softening cock. If this was what he was missing out on when he in high school, he’d scold himself. But he’s glad that he saved himself for you at least. The toys he had were specifically for you and his lustful fantasies. Never did he ever think of you actually being here. Yet here you are, still coming down from the second best climax of your life with him. No way in hell is he ever going to get over you.As you rested your head on Jimin’s shoulder while still laying on top of him, you heard your phone blow up with notifications which you could only assume to be from Taehyung. Jimin’s phone was also being bombarded with messages. Wearily, you got out of the bed to get your phone from your pants. Oddly enough though, it wasn’t from Taehyung. But from the boss.[12:37 pm] Genius Min: Mandatory meeting tonight at the hub[12:37 pm] Genius Min: Discussing the Red Roses[12:37 pm] Genius Min: Don’t be late[12:38 pm] Genius Min: 11 pm“Guess that means we gotta get ready,” Jimin said after he read the texts. “So (Y/n), separate showers or...”He dragged out his sentence since you already knew his other option to which you declined. “Separate showers this time.”As much he wanted to ignore your answer, he complied and volunteered to go in first. You took this opportunity to make yourself something to eat.Despite Jimin giving you a tour of his house last night, you still end up getting lost. You wandered around for what seemed like forever until you found yourself in a room where you’re pretty sure Jimin has never brought you to. With your curiosity levels too high, you opened the door and was greeted with a concert grand piano in the middle of the room. On that grand piano laid two framed photos.One photo was of what you could only assume to be a family photo of Jimin with his family when he was younger. They all dressed professionally except for the baby that his mother was holding. The father wearing an all-black suit while the mother wore a sparkling red velvet dress that came down all the way to her ankles. Jimin looked a lot like his father. All of them looked happy.The second photo took you by surprise. It was of another young Jimin with three boys you were familiar with while the other three were unrecognizable. Yoongi, Namjoon, even Taehyung. Taehyung and Yoongi you already knew about. But none of them even dared spoke about knowing Namjoon. But why? They all looked like they were good friends. Maybe even best friends. What could’ve happened for such a drastic change?"This is most certainly not the kitchen.” You heard Jimin’s stern voice behind you. Since when did he come out of the shower? How much shit were you gonna be in for this?Surprised, you jumped and turned around to see that cold stare that Jimin had last night that you wished to never see again. If looks could kill, you’d be dead. You stumbled over the right words to say. “I-I uh... I’m sorry, Jimin. I didn’t know —”But before you could finish your sorry excuse of an apology, Jimin cut you off with a rather harsh tone. “Don’t. You ever. Come to this room again. Do you hear me (Y/n)? Next time, ask me where the kitchen is.”You gulped and nodded your head. He turned away from you and headed towards the door. Motioning you to follow he said, ”Your turn to shower. Don’t be too long.”Without hesitation, you made your way out of Jimin’s forbidden room and retraced your steps back to his master bedroom. Whatever reason he has for snapping at you like that made you wonder what Jimin had to hide from you. What had Jimin had to go through to throw such a temper? Granted, you could’ve asked to avoid all this. But you thought you knew your way after he gave you a tour of the mansion. Obviously not.When you made it into Jimin’s room, you found your clothes folded nicely on top of his neatly made bed. Walking closing to your clothes you found a note that read “I had my maid wash and dry your clothes as quickly as she could. Hope you like the smell of lavender <3″. The note sounded sweet. Sincere. The Jimin that was a complete opposite of how you saw him earlier. The one that you hoped still loved you after discovering his secrets.And with that thought in mind, you undressed and began to shower. The quicker you finished, the quicker you got to eat. The dinner table was silent. Awkwardly silent. God, you hated the way Jimin kept to his food and not even once looking your direction. You played with your foodIt wasn’t easy giving you the cold shoulder either. As much as Jimin wanted to punish you by other means, what you did was something entirely different than getting him off during class. You invaded his privacy. You found out that he and Namjoon were close at one point. You found out about his younger brother who would’ve been her age if he were still alive. All things that you were never supposed to find out under any circumstances. But at least you didn’t find out about the real information. For that, he breathed a sigh of relief in his head. That made him lighten up and able to speak to you.“My apologies for snapping at you earlier. I should’ve had my maid escort you there. She was busy with your clothes. And Hyerin-noona is off-duty...”He looked at you with puppy eyes that made your heart melt. He does still about you after all. That put your mind at ease. To be truthful, you both messed up. Him not giving you directions and you finding out about his past. And so you took his apology and gave your own. “No, I’m sorry for not asking you.”He gave you a small grin. “Want me to take you to my arcade room?”Arcade room? “You have an arcade room?”Nodding, he went on further to explain why that was. “When I need to blow off some steam. Or when I’m trying to make things right with someone.”“Guessing it’s the latter now huh?”You both chuckled. Jimin called for his maid, “Hani-noona! Would you please clean the table for us.”Hani came in seconds later and did as she was asked. She looked gorgeous. Her hazelnut brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her maid outfit was stunning, able to show off her curves. And yet, Jimin didn’t give any mind to her. His eyes were solely on you.So while Hani was doing her job, Jimin took you to his game room. Shooter games. Racing games. Even air hockey. It was like a mini Dave & Busters. You quickly made your way over to a motorcycle racing game and started the match. Jimin joined you of course—and beat you twice in a row. But you weren’t about to stop until he was defeated. Being the top assassin could wait. Right now being the top motorcyclist in a video game was your priority. Fifteen tries. It took you fifteen tries to beat Jimin, but you finally did it. With only a three second difference, you were in first place. Your victory was short-lived as it was time for you two to go to the meeting.You and Jimin arrived to the club Nightcrawlers in Jimin’s limousine. The hub for the Black Carnations was also known as neutral territory between other guilds in Seoul. Since it was a public place, bloodshed was strictly forbidden. Besides, why get into any fights when you could just grab a drink and watch sexy women dance on polls. Or better yet directly on you.A familiar bouncer greeted you two with a warm smile. “Long time no see, (Y/n).” Wonho started. “You better get in quick. The meeting starts in five minutes.”You both practically rushed to get upstairs where the main meeting room. It wasn’t easy with the amount of bodies that you had to push your way through. Despite that, you two made it with only two minutes to spare. You took those two minutes to find your seats. Yours next to Taehyung who couldn’t stop grinning at you while Jimin’s was near Yoongi who sat at the head of the table. And so the meeting commenced.“The topic for tonight’s discussion is the Red Roses.” Yoongi started. “They found out about our spy: Yoo Jeongyeon and executed her as such. The second runner up will take her place starting tomorrow. You ready for that Jennie?”Jennie nodded her head as Jimin smirked. Not about Jennie. More about Jeongyeon. He knew that she was going to get herself killed. But did he try and stop her? Well, he would have made an effort. If he and Kihyun didn’t make a bet to see if she would live or die. They both didn’t like her and they knew she didn’t like them either. It was a mutual understanding. And oh how gladly he sat knowing that his enemy was no more. That’s $500 and free drinks all on Kihyun’s tab courtesy of Jimin winning the bet.Yoongi inclined his head and continued to speak. “We got some new weapons thanks to (Y/n) and Jimin going on a special mission. This might be the boost we need to stay on top. Plus, prior to her execution, Jeongyeon sent us another place where she could assume to be a secret hideout for the Red Roses. I want Taehyung, Lisa, (Y/n), and Jimin on this mission. Find out more about this place and take out as many assassins as you can. I want this done by tomorrow night. Understood?”All four you said simultaneously, “Yes sir.”“Good.” Yoongi gave everyone his gummy smile. “Meeting adjourned. Now go enjoy yourselves. Jimin, stay here for a second.”Everyone left the room one by one. You left with Taehyung by your side. Sighing, you knew you were about to get a barrage of questions coming your way. Speaking of which, here comes the first one.“How come you weren’t at school today hmm?”You rolled your eyes, not trying to entertain him but doing the exact opposite as he smirks at your clear annoyance. “Take a wild guess.”He tapped his fingers along his chin. “A wild guess? Well, from the screams I could hear in my sleep, I’m gonna say... Fucking Jimin?”You stopped dead in your tracks. He could hear you? You thought he lived on campus. “How the fuck—”As if he could read you mind, he answered your question before you could ask it. “I have two houses. One on campus so I’m closer to you and the school. And one by Jimin, which I regret now that I’ve heard it all.”You face now flushed, you kept walking, attempting to leave Taehyung to no avail. He grabbed your wrist while trying to not burst out into laughter. He let some chuckles out as he spoke. “Oh come on now (Y/n). You weren’t that bad. I was just joking. Just tell me when you’re gonna fuck him so I go to my house on campus.”When would the torture end? Taehyung was determined to tease the hell out of you until you did something. But thankfully, Park Jimin was to the rescue. Seeing you and Taehyung out in the hallway, he smiled fondly and asked, “What are you guys still doing up here?”Taehyung beat you to saying something. “So how was (Y/n) last night?”You groaned, retracting your hand from Taehyung’s grasp as he fell onto the floor laughing. “Taehyung! You asshole!”Snickering, he apologized slightly while adding in another snide comment. “I’m sorry (Y/n)! But I just gotta know. Either he was fucking the life out of you or there was a mouse.”You just about had it with your best friend’s big mouth. But Jimin had other plans. He snaked his arm around your waist and addressed Taehyung’s question slyly, “Judging from the screams I managed to get out of her, you tell me.”The male on the floor finally got himself up and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Well congratulations, bud. How about we celebrate by having the three of us getting wasted.”Jimin inclined his head. “I just won a bet so all drinks are on Kihyun. Let’s go crazy!” He looked down at you to see what you would say. “You down babe?”You snorted, insulted at how he would even think about you passing up the opportunity for free drinks. He doesn’t know you as good as Taehyung. “Hell yeah, I’m down!”The three of you headed downstairs and sat at a VIP table for Black Carnations members only. Jimin ordered a couple of shots. Taehyung got some strawberry daiquiris. And you got some shots of daiquiri on the rocks. If getting wasted was the plan, this was definitely the way to go.At the bar, Yoongi sat alongside a face he hasn’t gotten the chance to see ever since the last teacher’s assembly. His former best friend, Kim Seokjin.Hyungwon, the bartender asked the elder male, “Anything for you, sir?”“Some vodka if you will, please?”Hyungwon nodded, leaving the two leaders to themselves. Yoongi finally asked Seokjin, “So what brings you Nightcrawlers?”Seokjin chuckled. “I can’t just spend my time and money to enjoy myself? I practically deserve it with the amount of shit you pulled on my guild last night.”Yoongi took a shot of his drink and shrugged. “Business is business, my friend.”The bartender came back with Seokjin’s drink and he began to down it in one go. After wiping off his lips, he sneered at the mention of Yoongi called him his friend. “Don’t even call me that, asshole.”Sighing, Yoongi questioned out loud. “Whatever happened to us Seokjin? We were so close. We were supposed to start a group—”“Don’t.” Seokjin started while glaring at Yoongi with a stare that meant death was clouding his thoughts. “You fucking dare bring up why we aren’t on speaking terms. You chose your path. Don’t try and turn around now.”“Jin, I—”Seokjin cut him off again, having enough with this nonsense. He knew coming out here would result in this. But screw it. He wanted to have a good time and this was the only place that came to mind. Possibly because he remembered the good times that he and Yoongi had together before everything happened. “Yoongi. I know as much as the next assassin in this bitch knows this is no bloodshed zone. But so help me God if you bring up the past one more fucking time I’ll disregard that policy and your crew will be moping up your blood off this damn floor. Do not test me.”Yoongi took his warning as a promise, knowing the real Seokjin all too well. He was silent as Seokjin ordered another glass of vodka. If Seokjin knew the real story of why he killed his mother then maybe he would forgive Yoongi. Unfortunately, Seokjin wasn’t a man of excuses. What he saw was different from what Yoongi saw and he intended to keep it that way. No matter the reason.The music may have been loud but the men screaming for the strippers to dance on them was even louder. It was so loud that you didn’t even hear Taehyung and Jimin call your attention to two equally handsome men. You got up from your cushion seat and went to greet them.“This is Hoseok and Jeongguk.” Taehyung wrapped his arm around the latter’s shoulders and pulled him closer to rub his head against his in a friendly matter. “They’re both members of the former number one guild, the White Muscari.”Jeongguk. That name rung a bell in your hand. “Jeongguk? Like Jeon Jeongguk? You’re that kid that sits in the back of my first-period class. Aren’t you the Ambassador of the Anime Club?”Jeongguk blushes as that was the one thing you knew him for. He nodded shyly and the drunken man beside him laughed hysterically. “Oh look, Gguk! She knows you!”He elbowed his elder in the side as a way to get him off. Hoseok took your hand in his and shook it with enthusiasm. “Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.”Despite practically growing up with them, this is the first time you’ve seen them like this. If only you could recall them from elementary, middle, or even high school, they wouldn’t be all that new to you. Too bad they didn’t really try their luck as they were busy with other pressing matters such as getting into the White Muscari at such an early age. The typical age for assassins to join guilds is seventeen. With a record of over 30+ kills combined at the tender age of thirteen and fifteen, Hoseok and Jeongguk were admitted early. Because of their then busy schedule, they barely hung out with the boys. Now that they weren’t the top guild anymore, they could finally rekindle their long lost friendship.“Now that you two are here...” Taehyung started. You’re surprised that his words aren’t slurring. Maybe if you gave it some time, he’ll be passed out on the floor in no time. Then you’ll have something to laugh at. “Let’s play some Beer Pong! Every man for himself! Winner gets $500!”And so the game began. Jimin was going full-on try hard mode as the opportunity to walk away with a thousand dollars tonight seemed so appealing. You never really bragged about it but when it came to this game, you reigned supreme. No one, not even Jackson and he was the former master of Beer Pong before you knocked him down a few weeks ago at his frat party, could beat you. As much as you wanted to go easy on Jimin, the challenger inside you had other plans. That challenger was what won you the game and $500.Jimin sighed, missing the chance to have more money he didn’t need since he was already loaded. You, on the other hand, were cheering. You were so cute when you won. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer so you could hear only him as he leaned down in your ear. “I really wanted that $500.”Your hands made its way up to his hair and stroked it ever so gently. “Sorry baby. But I need some new clothes.”“You’re lucky I love you.”He loved you. And goddamn did you love him back.Jeongguk awkwardly tapped your shoulder to get your attention. “Umm... Sorry to break up the lovey-dovey atmosphere but,” Jeongguk motioned his head to the now passed out Taehyung on the floor. “We need to take him home.”You sighed and reluctantly volunteered to be the one to take him back to his dorm. Hoseok and Jeongguk opted to carry Taehyung to their car and drive him and you back to the campus. As you waited for them to bring the car out to the front of the building, you gave Jimin one last goodbye kiss. Entangling your tongues together, you wished for the moment to never end. Just before you could bite his lip, your ride had arrived.Bringing the kiss to an end, you both gasped for air. His plump lips now swollen, he smiled at you. “See you tomorrow baby.”Nodding and waving to the lovestruck male, you got into the boys’ silver Mercedes-AMG One with Taehyung’s head finding purchase on your lap. Jeongguk began to drive back to campus.Hoseok, who sat on the passenger’s side, started chuckling. “Didn’t know Chim had it in him.”Curious, you asked Hoseok, “What do you mean?”He turned in his seat to face you. “I’m guessing you never really knew this but Jimin, along with many others such as me and Ggukie including that fella on your lap, all liked you. We all wanted our chance with you. But it seems like Jimin beat us to it. Although I thought it would’ve been Taehyung since he was the first of the seven of us who befriended you. But I guess he settled on just being your friend.”You and Taehyung go way back. Since first grade in fact. He asked to borrow a pencil from you, promising that he would give you another one back. Everyday you would ask if he had another one to give you and everyday he would avoid answering the question instead getting to know you a little better. Eventually you gave up and by that time you discovered you liked having those conversations with Taehyung. An unlikely friendship indeed and one that you question at times. But you loved Taehyung and wouldn’t trade him for the world.To hear that he did like you at one point did catch you by surprise. And to hear that the two others in the car had a thing for you also made your head spin. But... Wait a minute. “You said seven of you. Who were the other three?”Jeongguk looked in his rearview mirror to see your reaction as he answered “Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin.”Huh. Now that’s something you don’t hear everyday. Finding out that not only does your other best friend likes you but also two of your teachers? Could this night get any weirder?Thank goodness the answer to that question was no. The boys decided to drop you off first to your dorm. You thanked them and made your way back to your tiny dorm. Man, you missed Jimin’s gigantic mansion already. All you wanted to do was cuddle up with him. Ah well. Your teddy bear will have to do.
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“It honestly infuriates me with the number of god-awful papers I had to sit and grade.” Kim Seokjin was in a fit. For one, he had to come to work today. Second, there’s a teacher’s assembly after school meaning not only does he have to spend more time here, but he also has to see Min Yoongi. But the final nail in the coffin was not being able to have his morning coffee. And now he has to deal with incompetent children who can’t seem to write a good paper.He looked to the class as he took out the stack of papers from his bag. Sighing, he started his lecture once more. “I mean for Christ’s sake, I gave you possibly the easiest assignment in your goddamn lives and you all completely fucked it all up. How the hell did you all manage to do that, I’ll never know. But do know that we will be doing an equally heavily graded assignment today. And since I’m so nice, you all are going to be working in groups of three. So, while I’m handing back your papers, partner. Oh, and: if you don’t receive your paper, I threw it away for you. You’re welcome.”You felt your feet get cold when he mentioned he threw some out. Were they really that bad? You could only imagine what grade yours got with how bad he made those papers sound. You’d be lucky to get it back. Granted, you did spend a decent amount of time working on it. The assignment was as simple as Seokjin claims in your mind: find out what satirical strategies are used when advertising a product and make an essay discussing them. Unless people had better things to do like go party or get down and dirty, you saw no difficulty with the assignment. So, all you could do was pray that you got a good grade.With Namjoon immediately partnering up with you and a shy tap on your shoulder from Jeongguk asking to join, you had made your group of three. Seokjin handed each of you your papers back and oh my goodness you could not believe your eyes. 85%. The highest in the class as Seokjin wrote it. Your eyes practically lit up with how happy you were. Namjoon got 76% and Jeongguk got 73%.“He does still have a soft spot for me,” Jeongguk mumbled to himself. He spoke a little louder to grab both yours and Namjoon’s attention. “I swear to God I bullshitted this entire paper and I still got a decent grade. Maybe English isn’t that bad after all.”You chuckled while Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Or it could be because you blew up my phone asking me ‘Hyung, what does this mean?’ literally every five seconds the night it was due.”Jeongguk pouted. “Whatever. I still passed.”Namjoon didn’t wish to push the boy further so he stopped responding. As much as he wanted to add “because of me”, he knew he was going to get into an argument that he didn’t want to get into. Besides, Jeongguk looked cute when he pouted.After Seokjin finished passing out the papers, he began explaining what the rest of the class will be doing for the remainder of the period. “Now, you all are in groups because of the assignment I’m about to give you. I want you and your partners to make one paper combining one method of advertisement from everyone. If you don’t have your paper, feel free to use your phone to look up one. You better not slack off on this assignment or else you’ll be sent to the principal’s office. Or better yet, you’ll be staying here after school with me and grading your own papers. How does that sound?”When no one responded, Seokjin smirked. “That’s what I thought. Get to work. This is due at the end of class.”And with that, you and the boys went to work. They both decided that since your handwriting was better than theirs that you would be the main writer. Namjoon was in charge of telling you what to write while Jeongguk looked for information on both the Internet as well as the papers.You three finish the paper with time to spare. And so, your mind dawned on the shocking news you were told last night by Hoseok and Jeongguk.Hoseok’s voice echoed throughout your head. “I’m guessing you never really knew this but Jimin, along with many others such as me and Ggukie including that fella on your lap, all liked you.”The scene replays itself.
“You said seven of you. Who were the other three?”
Jeongguk looked in his rearview mirror to see your reaction as he answered “Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin.”
“Namjoon.” You prompted for Namjoon along with Jeongguk to turn their attention to you. “Did you use to like me?”Namjoon’s eyes shifted to Jeongguk who immediately looked away from his elder’s gaze. Exhaling, he nodded. “I got over it for Jimin’s sake. We all did. If you saw how much he wanted you then I bet, you’d do the same. He was willing to fight literally anyone who got in the way of him and you hitting it off. Unfortunately, he was experiencing some trauma from a terrible accident with his family. He pushed everyone, especially me, away from him.”That would explain why Jimin never brought up the fact that he was friends with Namjoon. But what about this event with his family? Did they leave him? The picture from the room you accidentally walked in on in Jimin’s mansion left a different generalization in your mind. You inferred that they were happy to have him as a son. They were all happy to be a family.“So, what happened to his family?”Namjoon hesitated to tell you at first but eventually gave in. “They died. When he was only sixteen years old, Jimin lost his entire family to an assassination clan that is now extinct called the Purple Lilies.”The Purple Lilies. That name rung a bell in your head as that was the same guild that Namjoon’s sister was in. Maybe that was why Jimin never brought up the fact that he and Namjoon were once close friends. His sister probably was involved in the death of Jimin’s family, making Jimin hate only Namjoon to this day. Even though he isolated himself from the boys at first, once he finally got over it he tried to reconnect with everyone else. Except for Namjoon. Never Namjoon.Namjoon didn’t seem to mind. On the outside that is. On the inside, the guilt of knowing his sister was responsible for killing Jimin’s family still haunts him even now. If only he knew why his sister came late sometimes when dinner already started. Why she would try and change the subject whenever he or his parents asked where she was all that time of being out. He was so blind, and it cost him.He thought that one day Jimin would ask to be friends again. But that day never came. Yet he never lost hope. He knows Jimin. He knows he’ll come to his senses. Maybe you were the key to that door being unlocked. Just maybe.“So, who’s funeral are we going to? Why did you guys look all somber?” A familiar voice greeted you all as Hoseok took his seat at the table the three of you were sitting around.It was silent for a little bit until Jeongguk began explaining the situation. “(Y/n) here just got the gritty details about Jimin’s family. I’m honestly surprised she never knew until just now with the amount of time hyung and her hang around.”Namjoon rolled his eyes. “It never came to mind. Besides, how am I supposed to slip ‘Oh yeah, the love of your life’s family kinda died and it’s my sister’s fault. You know the one that I told you also died’ into a casual conversation?”“Joonie, you’ve slipped worse things into conversations,” you snickered. “You told me about your first time with a girl when the conversation originally started off with ‘Is water wet?’.”“I—"But before Namjoon had a chance to explain himself, the two boys were laughing like crazy. Jeongguk throwing his head back in a fit of laughter and Hoseok practically threw himself at you. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the flushed expression Namjoon had when you told Jeongguk and Hoseok about the odd talks you two have. Eventually, you whispered into Namjoon’s ear while the two were still cackling that you were sorry. But of course, not without giggling a bit to yourself.Once they were done busting their lungs, they calmed down. Hoseok, still out of breath but not enough to speak, said, “That. Has got to be the funniest shit I’ve heard all day and the day hasn’t even started yet. Nothing could top that.”Jeongguk didn’t speak until he was fully calm, but even then, he still let out some chuckles here and there. He looked directly at Namjoon who looked defeated and tired. “And you said I talk about weird things. What’s weird is that you never told us about your first time and we’ve known you longer.”As much as Namjoon wanted to say anything, he just couldn’t. And so you said something instead. “Oh come on now guys. Go easy on him.”Hoseok tsked at your attempt to cover for your best friend. “Tch. For all you know, he may still have feelings for you. Maybe that’s why—”“That’s enough out of you today,” Namjoon spoke with daggers for eyes as he shot Hoseok a look that meant if he disobeyed then he would be met with dire consequences. Hoseok may be older than him, but it nevertheless shut Hoseok up. He just told you that none of them possess the same feelings that each of them once had for you. So, having Hoseok attempting to say otherwise was Namjoon’s last straw.Just then, Seokjin called out to the class to turn in their papers since the bell was set to ring in about two minutes. Namjoon and you both decided to have the little one do the task. Your phone buzzed with a notification from Taehyung to meet him and the rest of the group in Yoongi’s classroom to discuss the plan of action for tonight. Yoongi wanted to supervise the plan just in case of any errors.Namjoon also got a text. But from Rosé.[12:44 pm] Thorn: You need to report to Lust GardensHe held his groan of annoyance to himself as he typed back to her.[12:44 pm] Isn’t that where you were assigned to? Why do I have to report there now?Rosé read it and responded immediately.[12:45 pm] Thorn: Boss’ orders. He’s suspicious of Yoongi’s guild making a move on a secret hideout that maybe Jeongyeon told him about before she was executed and he wanted me and a couple of other Tops to guard itDid Seokjin really want Rosé to handle the situation or was she playing with his emotions? Did he not trust Namjoon enough to kill (Y/n) if she was there? He didn’t want to believe Rosé. But he might just have to.And so as the bell rang for dismissal, Namjoon opted to leave Roseanne on read, not wanting to further anger himself. He wanted an explanation for this sudden decision. Straight from the boss. While everyone else left, he stayed afterward to talk to Seokjin.“Something you want, Namjoon?” Seokjin asked without looking up from the papers he’s forced to grade yet again.“Did you seriously assign me to do Rosé job tonight?”Seokjin nodded slowly. “Problem?”Namjoon scoffed at his superior. “Uh, hell yeah there’s a problem. Why did I, your top assassin, not get that mission instead of your third-ranked one?”The boss chuckled and finally looked up to face Namjoon. “Because unlike my wonderful top assassin, my third-ranked assassin doesn’t know who (Y/n) is. Meaning, emotions won’t cloud her judgment if she were to be at the hideout later tonight. Rank has nothing to do with it, sweetheart.”Namjoon was taken aback. His ears must be playing tricks with him. But why go through such lengths? No, Roseanne’s lies were true after all. Seokjin’s words were final. Namjoon would have to deal with it and report to the strip club this evening instead of guarding the secret hideout. With a heavy sigh and a “Yes sir” of compliance from Namjoon, he left to continue the rest of the day. He only hoped that (Y/n) didn’t show up. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her. The day went on as normal. You and Jimin sat next to each other, listening to Mr. Min lecture the class about all the different phobias that exist. Jimin was surprisingly tamed today than he was two days ago. While his hand was still placed on your thigh, he never once made a move to do anything other than that. How cute. You could most definitely get used to this.After class, Yoongi held the two of you over to wait for Taehyung and Lisa to arrive. Sure enough, they came. Taehyung set his Gucci shoulder bag beside Yoongi’s desk to take out a drawing and spread it out on the table.While you and the boys were used to Taehyung using his artistic side to draw maps for missions, Lisa was stunned. “You drew this Taehyung?”“I draw all the maps we use for missions sweetheart.” He gave a playful wink to Lisa and you could’ve sworn you heard her gasp. You rolled your eyes as Taehyung continued to talk. “Anyways, although this is based on what Jeongyeon said, I added a few more things that I thought she was missing like patrols and such. With that being said, I came up with a lot of different scenarios for tonight’s event.”Yoongi raised an eye at that statement. “Oh? Mind sharing one?”Taehyung grinned. “Not at all. This one is my personal favorite. It’s called: Let’s Get Everyone Killed. Got a nice ring to it doesn’t it boss? Basically, we walk up to the front of the gate, unarmed of course, and they just take us out. Boom.”Jimin purposely bumped his elbow into Taehyung’s. “Come on, Tae. Be serious.”“Oh wait. You were being serious?”You took it upon yourself to pluck Taehyung’s forehead and he retracted while whining. You knew he hated that but you only did it when he was being a little too sarcastic. This was one of those times. “I don’t know about you Taehyung, but I actually wanna live through this. So unless you want me to do way worse than pluck you, get serious and give us an actual plan.”Taehyung huffed. “Ugh, fine. The “Safest Way Possible” strategy is as follows: Two teams of two will come from each side, take out any guards posted in these areas. Don’t set off any alarms so watch your step for tripwires. If there is an entrance in the back, we take that one. Otherwise, we rendezvous at the back and take out any remaining assassins left at the front. I can make a lock pick if needed. If any of the assassins we kill have a key of any sort, take it. Once we’re inside, remain stealthy. We don’t know much about the inside. If there is anything of value such as weaponry, take that as well. We aren’t taking any hostages so kill without hesitation. There. Was that better?”“Way better.” Yoongi clapped his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder in content with his new plan. He then turned his attention to the rest of you. “Well then. You all have your orders. I expect them to be carried out as discussed.”You all nodded. You spoke for your team as you said, “We won’t let you down, sir.”“Wasn’t counting on it.”The team left the classroom, leaving Min Yoongi to his thoughts. He had to attend this stupid teacher’s meeting today and he wasn’t too particularly thrilled to have to see Seokjin’s face. What he would do just to not see that disgusted look on his face. He hated that Seokjin hated him. He wanted things to go back to how they were before. Before Yoongi killed Seokjin’s mother.Yoongi was an orphan. Abandoned by his parents at the tender age of six. Alone, on the unforgiving streets of Seoul. That was until Kim Seokjin stumbled across him. Seokjin was walking down and noticed the little boy. He ran up to him and immediately the boy was startled. No one ever noticed him. Unless they accidentally stepped on him in which case they would blame it on the kid instead of themselves. Seokjin reached out his hand to the young boy and smiled. “You wanna come home with us?”Wait. Was he being nice? To me? Yoongi didn’t respond at first nor did he take Seokjin’s hand. That was until Seokjin’s parents caught up to their son to see what he found. They looked at Yoongi, then at each other, then to their son. His father gave a half-smile as he said jokingly, “You want another brother huh?”Seokjin inclined his head. He put his two small hands together in a prayer-like manner as he pleaded. “Please please please.”The father bent down and offered his hand to Yoongi who was still in shock at the fact that strangers are giving him a chance to come home with them. He smiled at him. “Don’t worry. We promise that we’ll take care of you. Come home with us. We’ll be your new family.”If only that promise were true.From then on, Yoongi became part of the Kim name. However, he never changed his surname because both he and the Kim family agreed that “Kim Yoongi” just didn’t fit. But still, Yoongi was Seokjin’s little brother and best friend. And he loved every second of it. They would play video games together. He introduced Yoongi to the rest of the boys and they quickly became good friends. Then he found (Y/n). He kept his distance but loved her from afar. But as soon as he heard that Jimin had a larger-than-life crush on her, he ceased his own crush on (Y/n) to not compete. Nowadays, he treats her more like a little sister.At least it started out that way. While Seokjin, his older brother, and his father might’ve seen Yoongi as family, Seokjin’s mother had other ideas. She thought of Yoongi as nothing but a play toy. Not once did she ever call Yoongi her son. Yoongi wasn’t her flesh and blood. Therefore he was hers for the taking. And take she did. She was Yoongi’s first time.After six years of living with them, Seokjin’s mother once called Yoongi to her room. Seokjin’s father was working late that night and wasn’t coming home until three in the morning. Perfect.Yoongi asked Seokjin’s mother, “You called me?”“Yes dear. I most certainly did. You’ve been a bad boy you know.”He cocked his head to the side in confusion, not knowing why he was in trouble. “Did I do something wrong?”Seokjin’s mother beckoned him to come closer to her, which he did with no hesitation, not wanting to anger her further than she appeared. Once he was close enough, she slipped her hand into Yoongi’s basketball shorts that he wore to bed, teasing his member to life. “You act like you’re really part of this family. You should know your place little one. I’ll be happy to teach you.”Yoongi bit his lip to suppress his moan. Why was his mother treating him like this? He didn’t know what was going on or why his member was getting harder and harder from her touching it. He wanted to tell her to stop, but his body didn’t allow him to. Nor did his conscious deem it a good idea. So he let her continue.She tugged on his dick, pulling it out of his shorts. Only then did she halt her movements. “I didn’t hear you say ‘Yes ma’am’.”“Yes, ma’am.”
Smack!
A slap landed on Yoongi’s face which caused the sound to be heard outside the room. Thankfully, Seokjin and his brother were sleeping soundly on the other side of the mansion they lived in. They were known to be heavy sleepers.“You’re my toy. Nothing more. You’re not my son. You’ll never be my son. Understand?”Yoongi held his tears in as he nodded. But that only landed him another smack across the other side of his cheek. That was sure to leave a bruise in the morning. A sly smirk appeared on her face. Did she think this was funny? What kind of sick amusement is this? Was torture some kind of enjoyment to her? “I need to hear you say it.”Once again, Yoongi replied, choking on his own tears with his head held down in shame. “Yes, ma’am.”He could hear her chuckle as she gestured for Yoongi to join her on the same bed that she and her husband share. She told him to lay down and she rose to straddle him. Her weight was almost too much to handle, but he knew that if he complained that he would probably be met with a smack.She teased herself on him. Yoongi’s eyes welled up with unshed tears as she finally sunk down onto his length, letting out a pleased sigh as she did so. He thought that he would be happier here. That they were his family. They promised him.But all people do is lie.Moving up and down his cock ever so slowly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Seokjin’s mother. Not like this. She was actually enjoying this. Way more than she thought she would. While this was something that she could get used to every day, Yoongi wasn’t having it. No way. He would tell his father about—“Don’t you dare tell my husband about this, Yoongi. Or so help me I’ll punish you even worse than this.”Worse than this? Nothing could possibly top getting raped by who he once thought was his mother. That image was soon replaced with what he opened his eyes to. A woman who was fucking herself using her toy to get off.She quickened her movements of bouncing on Yoongi, signaling that she was close. “O-oh my God Yoongi! I’m gonna c-cum! Fuck!”He didn’t realize it himself but he too was on the verge of coming undone. But once he felt her lose herself, he followed suit. It was pure bliss. For Seokjin’s mother. It was pure hell for Yoongi.She collapsed onto Yoongi, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Good toy. Very good toy.” Yoongi laid there and fell asleep, too worn out to even move. Seokjin’s mother cleaned herself up and allowed for Yoongi to stay with her.The next morning, when Yoongi left the bedroom, Seokjin caught him in the hallway. He chuckled at his younger brother. “Bad dream?”Yoongi didn’t want to tell him why he was really there, so he went along with Seokjin’s conclusion. “Yeah…”It was then that he noticed the bruises on Yoongi’s face. He touched them and Yoongi hissed slightly. “Where did these come from?”“Umm…” Yoongi struggled to find an excuse believable for Seokjin to take. Thankfully, Seokjin came up with one.“Were the boys and I playing a little too rough with you yesterday?”Yoongi smiled slightly. “Yeah. Jimin just doesn’t know when to quit.”Seokjin playfully rolled his eyes. “Next time just ask him. He meant no harm, trust me.”“I know. I know…”“Good.” Seokjin noticed that Yoongi was a little more quiet than usual. So he gave a warm-hearted smile. “Hey, is something up?”Yoongi stuttered over his words. “W-what? No… Of course not. W-why would there be something wrong.”The smile that was on Seokjin’s face went away and was replaced with a stern one. “You know Yoongi, you can tell me anything. I’m your brother. We’re family. All of us. Remember?”Oh, he remembers. He also remembers Seokjin’s mother saying the exact opposite only a few hours ago. So it pained him to lie, but in his mind, he was doing Seokjin a favor in not ruining the image that he had on his own mother. “I do remember, hyung. I do. Believe me, there’s nothing wrong. I’d tell you otherwise.”He pulled Yoongi into a tight hug. Yoongi rested his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. Yoongi never knew he needed this but he never wanted to let go. Unfortunately, Seokjin did and that meant Yoongi did as well. “Now let’s get ready for school. And this time we won’t play so rough today. Sound good?”“That’s fine by me.”Months passed since Yoongi’s virginity was forcefully taken away. But now Seokjin’s mother wanted more. When she called Yoongi to her room, he dreaded every step he took. He never wanted a repeat of what happened on that day. But luck was never kind to him in his early days.This time, instead of riding herself on him, she opted to give him a blowjob. “For being a good toy and not telling my family what we did,” is what she told him.If Yoongi didn’t have to speak, then that’s exactly what he did. He didn’t dare let a single sound leave his lips. No matter how tempting her mouth on his throbbing member felt. Because if he did, she would think he liked it. Meaning she would want to please him more and that was not on Yoongi’s agenda.But he should’ve known Seokjin’s mother wouldn’t have let that slide. She wanted to know how good she was doing from her toy. She urged him to speak up. “Am I doing well for you my precious toy?”He threw his head back, a moan threatening to leave his throat but he suppressed it and answered her. “Y-Yes ma’am.”The woman licked a long stride on his underside and that tipped him over the edge. He groaned loudly and she was pleased with this. She smirked. “You liked that very much didn’t you?”“Yes, ma’am.” There was no point in hiding it. If she wanted to make Yoongi speak then she was going to get him to speak.Thanks to that little stunt she pulled, Yoongi couldn’t contain himself any longer. He mistakenly grabbed her hair to urge her further, to which she smacked painfully away and left another bruise on Yoongi’s fair skin. “I know you’re close but hands to yourself, toy.”Once Yoongi did finish inside her mouth, she didn’t let a single drop go to waste. Yoongi, visibly disgusted by this wretched woman’s acts, got his basketball shorts on and ran back to his room. He bumped into Seokjin’s father on the way there.Seokjin’s father grinned at his son but noticed how scared he looked and knelt down to face him eye-to-eye. “What’s wrong son?”Sadly, Seokjin’s father was nothing like Seokjin. He doesn’t make his own conclusion for Yoongi to agree with. Yoongi was backed into a corner. His father scanned him up and down. Although he didn’t speak, he noticed Yoongi’s face had small bruises. Seokjin told him when he asked that he and the boys were playing too harsh. But then he looked at Yoongi’s hand. The one that Seokjin’s mother slapped not too long ago. It was red.“Who did this to you?”Still, Yoongi was left speechless. He couldn’t think of anything. It was one thing to lie to Seokjin. But to his father too? That was too much for Yoongi to handle.Looking back in the direction of the mansion, the only noted room that he could’ve come out of was he bedroom. But why would he be in there? Yoongi usually never left his room. Too busy working on beats and writing lyrics to come out of there only when it’s time to eat. His room had a bathroom in it already so he didn’t come out for that reason.“Did Mom do this to you?”Yoongi nodded slowly, too afraid to lift his head up. He knew he would be punished for telling his father about what Yoongi and she did together. But he just couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe he could be saved from this hell. How he hoped so.Seokjin father brought him in for a hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. You go to your room and get your rest alright?”Yoongi walked down to his room while Seokjin’s father was riled up beyond limits. He opened the door to see his wife reading a book, awaiting his return. She didn’t look up as she said, “Good evening my love. How was—.”“You think that it’s okay to put your hands on our child like that?”She put her book down, looking startled at her husband. “Whatever do you mean?”He squinted his eyes at her. He hated when she acted like she did nothing wrong. Usually, he would dismiss the situation. But this was going too far. “You smacked Yoongi’s hand. I saw the handprint. Why did you do it?”She couldn’t dare tell him the real reason why so she opted for another decent reason instead. “He didn’t clean the dishes as I asked him to.”“Are you fucking serious right now?” He raised his voice at her, which caused her to visibly shrink into herself. “We have maids to do that shit. Not our own son.”“I don’t like how they do it so.”“So complain to them. But don’t take it out on Yoongi.”She knew she wasn’t getting out of this one. She would have to punish Yoongi later down the line for the amount of shit she got herself into. She got up from her position on their shared bed and raised her hands up in defeat. “You know what? I’m not going to argue with you. Not this late at night when the kids are trying to sleep. I’m going to sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. Good night.”And with that, she left the room. But not to go sleep in the guest room down the hall. Oh no. She needed to punish Yoongi for what she made her do. She was going to leave more bruises. But this time, on places not visible to the naked eyes. On his stomach. His back. His upper thighs. She was going to make sure she was never humiliated like that to her husband again.She opened Yoongi’s door to find him still up. Closing the door, she made her way over to the boy. She whispered to him, “You just got me kicked out of my own room. So you know what I’m going to do. I’m going to punish you, toy. However long. However painful. Until you learn your lesson. And you are not to say a word to any soul. Have I made myself clear?”Yoongi winced at the pain that was soon to come as he whispered back those two words of understanding. “Yes, ma’am.”For months, Yoongi was abused like this. For months, Yoongi felt sore. Yet every time Seokjin asked about it, he would blame it on the sports or other activities they did the day before. But when his dad caught him, he would argue further with his wife, only getting angrier and harsher with her wounds.Six years. For six years of his life, he was beaten and bruised and raped. It wasn’t until he moved out in which he finally got the relief he so desperately needed. Seokjin and Yoongi both got accepted to the same college they now teach at. They both decided to get their own place near the campus and visit their parents during the holidays. At least Seokjin’s mother couldn’t hurt him anymore for days on end.But while the two brothers were getting along, Seokjin’s parents weren’t. When the pair were sophomores in college, Seokjin’s father found someone else. Someone better. Someone prettier. Someone wealthier than his current wife. And he intended to marry her and take his three children with him. Unfortunately, Seokjin’s mother was having none of that. While she allowed for Seokjin’s older brother to be sent away, she refused to give up Seokjin or Yoongi. So on that same day that Jimin lost his parents when Seokjin and Yoongi went back home to their shared mansion afterward to get a text message from their mother, they were devastated as they too lost their parents. Seokjin felt it the most. Whenever he went to class there was this looming cloud of sadness. Yoongi never saw him like that before. Usually, Seokjin was the life of the party. Now it looked like he wasn’t even alive.What Seokjin’s mother said to Seokjin and Yoongi was not was Seokjin’s father said to her. He tried to keep in contact with his sons. Time and time again he would attempt to call them, but Seokjin’s mother blocked his number on both of their phones, writing it off as a spam number. Seokjin felt betrayed. Why wouldn’t his own father try and keep in touch with him? He hated his father. The exact emotion that Seokjin’s mother wanted him to feel. But Yoongi was different. He knew better that there was an ulterior motif in Seokjin’s mother’s lies. And he intended to get to the bottom of it.It was Winter Break for students. The brothers decided to pay their mother a visit. Yoongi and Seokjin were supposed to drive to their old mansion together, but Seokjin had a few errands to run, so he was going to be running a little later and suggested for Yoongi to go there without him. Yoongi didn’t want to be with his mother alone. Even after all these, he knew that she could hold a grudge. But he didn’t argue with Seokjin. He hopped in his red LaFerrari Spider and drove his way down that road he was always anxious about returning to. Once he got there, he made his entrance known and Seokjin’s mother greeted him at the door.“Hello, Yoongi. Where’s my son?”He wanted to push her buttons and say he’s standing right in front of her. But he bit his tongue on that one. Instead, going for the more civil response. “He’ll be here in a few. He’s finishing up a project or something for school.”“Hmm…” Her eyes trailed down to his crotch, then back up to meet his. “So we could have some fun while he’s gone.”“I’d rather not.”Seokjin’s mother wasn’t used to getting rejected by her toy. He must’ve grown some huge balls to deny himself to her. Regardless, she respected his decision. For now. “Fine. Go take a seat in the living room. Dinner is almost ready.” That left a smirk on Yoongi’s face. His confidence levels were through the roof. And it’s all thanks to the Black Carnations.While in college, Yoongi found a way to relieve his anger for his mother for doing such unspeakable acts to him as a child. The Black Carnations. He told Seokjin this and he was all for it, asking to even join their ranks. Yoongi didn’t think that Seokjin could hold his own and so Seokjin agreed with him that he shouldn’t join. Being part of the Black Carnations back then wasn’t a big deal as it was nowadays. The White Muscari, a guild he only knew because he remembered Jeongguk and Hoseok being dragged into their mess at such an early age, was the number one guild. But rank didn’t mean much to him. He was a cold and ruthless assassin. He didn’t discriminate when it came to kills. That shaped him to be the youngest leader of a guild in the history of assassination clans. But that wasn’t enough for him. Try though he might, they weren’t the real thing. He wanted her dead.She finally gave Yoongi some breathing room, strutting her way back to the kitchen to finish the meal. But Yoongi didn’t listen to her. He followed her into the large kitchen to ask her some questions that Seokjin wouldn’t dare ask because he’s too gullible. Leaning on the island counter, he asked her, “So what really happened between Dad and you? Was it my fault you two broke up? Did he finally realize what a cunt you were?”He had no remorse on the words that left his mouth. She never treated him like a human so why should he? Because he’s a better person? They were way past that line to turn back now.The woman did not answer his questions, but Yoongi could tell that he was getting under her skin and so he prompted further. “You know damn well he’s been making an effort every day since he left your worthless ass to call me and my brother. But you can’t handle the fact that if Seokjin knew what kind of sick monster you were and how you treated me. Like I wasn’t even worth the dirt you walked on. Like I was your play toy. He’d leave your ass in a heartbeat. Just. Like. Dad.”Each sentence felt like knives were being etched into her back. She couldn’t take it anymore and threw a knife at Yoongi out of rage, grazing his shoulder as a result. That was all he needed to make this look like it was self-defense if things got hairy. Grabbing another knife and pointing it at Yoongi she exclaimed. “Since when do you talk to me like that you wretched child?! I gave you a home to stay in! I gave you food on your plate and I gave my son away to you!”“Wrong.” He moved the knife from his face using his index finger to give his mother a deadly glance. “My father took me in. Your husband gave me food and two brothers that love me and mean the world to give. What you gave me were hatred and pain. And I’m thankful for that. So very thankful. Because it makes this next part so very worth it.”In one swift motion, he grabbed the woman’s forearm and slit her throat using her own weapon of choice. Her blood spewed onto Yoongi’s clothing. He cursed himself for not realizing that he would get bloody from that type of execution. No matter. He had some spare clothes here. Granted, they were outdated and probably just a bit too small for him, he hasn’t grown tremendously so he could make it work. But how was going to explain the body?Well, there was no need for that. Seokjin had seen it all. Before Yoongi could think of a plan, Seokjin walked into the house, announcing his presence ever so loudly, thinking that his brother and mother would greet him welcomingly. When he heard nothing, Seokjin continued from the living room to the kitchen. Where he found Yoongi and his beloved mother with a knife lodged in her trachea.Seokjin saw red. “You—.”Yoongi quickly let go of the mother’s hand, which caused her to fall to the floor lifelessly. He put his hands up in surrender. “Seokjin this isn’t what it looks like.”“Oh really?” Seokjin walked further and further towards Yoongi, to which Yoongi kept backing up only to be stuck on the island counter. Seokjin grabbed Yoongi’s bloodied up shirt. “Because it looks like you killed my fucking mother.”“Hyung, please. Hear me out—.”Seokjin tightened his grip, making Yoongi keep whatever breath he had left to speak to himself. “You’re lucky I don’t turn you into fucking police for this shit. But I’m a good guy. And I’m feeling pretty generous for the holiday season.”He let go of his grip, but Yoongi was too shook to move anywhere. Seokjin glanced to meet his mother’s eyes, then looked back at Yoongi with a cold expression. His voice was dark. “Get out of here, Yoongi. Get the hell out of here and don’t dare even think about coming back. I don’t ever wanna see you again.”Yoongi stood there for a moment, looking into his brother’s eyes to see if the real Seokjin was in there, but he couldn’t, and so he did what he said, too afraid to explain the meaning of the situation. This Seokjin was nothing like the one that helped him on the street that day. But this Seokjin became the new Kim Seokjin. The one who went to the Red Roses the next day because Yoongi told him that they were one of their biggest rivals. And all Seokjin wanted was to run Min Yoongi to the fucking ground. That same Kim Seokjin became the new leader in record time, being the second youngest leader in all assassination clan history.That same Kim Seokjin was sitting on the opposite side of the meeting table during the teacher’s assembly who didn’t dare pass a glance to his side. But he knew he wasn’t listening to Principal Hwasa talk either. While he may look attentive, he knew Seokjin. He knew that he was thinking about other things.Despite not ever seeing each other again, Seokjin didn’t mind that when he found a job as a teacher at the exact same college he and Yoongi went to. Seokjin could care less about how he’s getting his money. Although he knew the other alternative of where he got his pay. The Nightcrawlers. It was owned by the former leader of the Black Carnations and Yoongi invited Seokjin there all the time for drinks and parties. When the leader gave Yoongi his title, he also gave him ownership of the business. Then Seokjin and he could get drinks on the house. Those were the good times.But the excuse of caring less was getting old to Seokjin. The real Seokjin knew why he didn’t mind Yoongi getting a job here. In fact, he was pretty glad to have a familiar face around. Nevertheless, the new Seokjin wasn’t letting the real one take charge anytime soon. The old one was weak and too caring. This one he favored because he could be cold and demeaning and nobody would bat an eye. Besides, this one actually had power. Kim Seokjin was never one to walk away from power.The meeting finished as quickly as it started with no teacher having any issues to report. Or it could’ve been that if they did, the meeting would’ve been stretched out even further and everyone just wanted to go home. Yoongi wanted some coffee from the break room before he left. Seokjin had the same idea in mind.When Seokjin saw Yoongi drinking his coffee, he scoffed. “You’re the last person I wanted to see. Especially after that damn meeting.”“Pretty sure you don’t look at me. Especially during that ‘damn meeting’.”Seokjin poured himself some tea and waited by the counter next to Yoongi for it to finish brewing. “How would you know?”Yoongi gulped down his coffee, unmoved by Seokjin’s questioning. “Because ever since that day, you’ve changed. Enough to not even pass a glance in my general direction.”“Well killing someone you loved can do that to a person.”“Right.” Yoongi now looked at Seokjin with a deadpanned expression. “I thought you loved me, Jin. Didn’t I matter to you at all?”“You did, Yoongi,” The real Seokjin was taking over. The new one couldn’t get ahold of answering him this time. “You really did—.”Yoongi cut him off before he even had the chance to finish, his blood boiling. “Obviously not enough for me to even explain myself. You casted me out. I thought you were different. But you’re just like everyone else in this damn world. All you do is lie. We’re family. Remember? Family doesn’t leave one another.”But before the real Seokjin could response, the new one took control once again. “Oh yeah? That’s really rich coming from you. I thought family doesn’t kill each other either. Yet here. We fucking. Are.”“If you would just hear me out—.”“No, I’ve heard all the bullshit I needed to today. From our boss. From my own damn assistant. So I am most certainly not hearing yours as well today. Not today. Not any fucking day.”Just then Seokjin’s tea was finished brewing. He added some honey to it and was on his way to finishing his tea in his car, leaving Yoongi to himself. Yoongi then realized that his Seokjin was still in there. He still had hope. Because only the real Kim Seokjin would admit that he did care for his younger brother. If only Yoongi didn’t let his emotions get the better of him. The night air was cold. You wished you would have brought a jacket. But Jimin warms you up by back hugging you as Taehyung went over the plan once more for clarification.“On our way here I saw about four guards on each side,” Taehyung whispered. “I think we could either all take out one guard or we stick with the original two teams of two plan.”“Whichever one is safer, Taehyung.” You whispered back. You hated when he changed the plan. He always wanted to take unnecessary risks even when there was a safer option.He sighed quietly. “Fine. Two teams of two and we meet back here. Lisa, you’re with me love. Try not to get blood on that beautiful body of yours.”Lisa blushed and followed Taehyung to the other side of the building. Jimin kept his laughter in. “He’s such a flirt.”Rolling your eyes, you answered back quietly, “Tell me about it. You ready babe?”He nodded and you both went to work. Emerging from your hiding spots, you made quick work of the guards, executing them before they even knew what hit them. The two of you really did make an excellent team. Jimin and you searched the assassins for any type of key but to no avail.“Hopefully Taehyung and Lisa will have more luck doing this than we did,” Jimin said.Getting up from searching the dead bodies you sighed. “Hopefully.”You two met up with Lisa and Taehyung at the back of the building. Lisa found some type of key fortunately and so now you all had to move to the front. You all moved in a straight line to the front with Jimin in the front and you in the rear in case someone snuck up behind you. Jimin halted everyone from advancing further. He mouthed that there was only one person guarding it and he would take them out. You all agreed with that and allowed for Jimin to kill the assassin. Once the coast was clear, he whistled for you all to join him at the front.Lisa pulled out the key from her pocket while Taehyung found another key in the guard Jimin killed and kept it to himself. Thankfully, the one Lisa had worked and she opened the door and walked inside carelessly without checking the floor to see if there were any traps like Taehyung warned.As soon as she walked inside, she set off a pressure plate that caused a series of loud alarms to sound off. Angry, you grabbed Lisa from out of the place and yelled, “What the hell were you thinking! Did you not hear Taehyung when he said to be careful or were you too busy thinking about his dick?”But before Lisa could answer her question, she was dragged back inside by two assassins in the blink of an eye and closed the door before you even had a chance to get her back while another appeared right behind the three of you with another two in view. You turned around slowly, fearing for your life.“Well well well,” Roseanne started, crossing her arms and a devious smirk on her face. “What do we have here?”Jimin secretly went for his knife behind him, but Taehyung saw him from the corner of his eye and shook his head. Taehyung wanted to use his words first before blood needed to be shed.Clearing his throat and bowing his head, he started. “Well, you see—.”“Save it,” Rosé cut him off. “You’re lucky I have orders not to kill any of you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hold you hostage.” She looked to the other assassins who came with her and addressed them. “Yeri. Seulgi. Blindfold the boys and take them inside. If they try anything funny then you can injure them. Don’t kill them. Leave the girl. I’ll deal with her.”You were confused. Why would she leave you alone? You killed about the same about of Red Roses assassins as Jimin has and certainly more than Taehyung yet they were the ones that were being taken. You wanted to fight back for them but your gut told you not to. Even Jimin knew not to put up a fight as he retracted his hand from his backside and held both hands up in surrender as he and Taehyung were taken inside.Now you and Roseanne were all alone.Rosé walked closer to you but you stood your ground. “So you were Namjoon’s high school crush. What low standards.”You raised an eyebrow at her. “And what do his low standards have to do with me being spared?”“Because God only knows what he would do if he knew anything bad happened to the lovely (Y/n).” Uncrossing her arms, she finally stopped walking towards you, only inches away from you. “And frankly, I can’t wait to see what he’s capable of.”Before you could ask what she meant by that, you were knocked out cold.