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Who were waiting for Saudade chapter 2 to be dropped, I am sorry to disappoint you all. I'm out of town due to some office work. Although I thought I would get some work done when I'm spending time on my own, it has been a chaos. I've dropped dead asleep as soon as I hit the bed. Although I'm getting the best sleep I've ever had in the last couple of month, I didn't have much time to write.

I will try and drop the fic sometime mid-week but no promises though.

I love you all lovely people loving Saudade. Please be patient with it?

Again, if all goes well, Saudade chapter 2 dropping on Sunday, 07/31.

Ready to meet our OC?

Guess it's going to be a weekly thing.

Saudade || Chapter 1: Seoul Rain

Summary: A man of plan. Jungkook didn't live a life he didn't design. But when fate decides to take control will he take it back or he will lose his way, like he did when he was 15?

Or

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when Jungkook finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

⚜️ Pairing: Mafia Jungkook x Reader

⚜️ Rating: M

⚜️Genre: Mafia, angst, Lil fluff later on, slow-burn, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn.

⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, name-calling, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, illegal drug dealing, childhood trauma, attempted sexual abuse (I'll ad them as I write, feel free to remind me if I forget something as well)

First thing first, as originally planned, this is not going to be a one shot. I'm sorry (am I?)

And since it's not a oneshot, I am really really not sure when the next part is gonna drop. Again, I'm sorry.

One of the reasons this not being a oneshot is the character development of both Jungkook, mostly the OC. Since it's going to be officially my full blown fic, I really want to play around with her character and I may have quite a few idea. So again I apologize for the delay.

Another thing is that I really don't proofread what I write so it's pretty much the first draft I wrote. So for obvious reasons there will be tons of tons mistakes. So basically how it goes is when I get the chance to re-read the entire thing, I correct the mistake as I go. And English is my second language so if you are looking for finesse, I must warn you, you will be disappointed 😞.

🔹🔷 Series Master list 🔷🔹

10:30 am, Trimage, Seongdong-gu, Seoul.

Funny how change of perspective changes the reality of things. He always felt like his apartment building wasted a lot of space for open parking now staring at it from the 38th floor of his apartment building, the space looks impossibly small. Insignificant even. Like his childhood.

Jungkook is staring at his image on the window. He can count the changes in his body that took place through out the years. He can't see the scrawny, malnourished 14 years old boy reflect back at him anymore. Instead he is looking at someone well-built, not buff yet farm, well postured man staring back at him.

A man.

He's not surprised with his transition, far from it. He worked for them, to the point that he's almost proud. He calculated every single change that took place in his life, measured and laid out by him, with precision, patience, and control- impeccable control.

His thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. Looking at the window now, it's starting to fogg up, a tale tale sign of untimely Seoul rain, he can't see his shadow anymore. He reluctantly takes the call, almost dreading it. Although he has been anticipating this call the entire morning, something tells him he's not gonna like what he'll hear and how things roll from there.

"Minho"

"We found her"

"Tae-hee? She is in Korea!?"

"No, but we got a lead. Found the whore who caused this whole riot in the first place. Tae-hee doesn't have the gall to . . . "

"I know what she is capable of and what not, I didn't ask for her resume Minho. Now would you get to the fucking point, what do we know. You are wasting time?" Jungkook cuts him off annoyingly.

"We've been trying to coax stuff out off her since last night, the bitch here won't budge"

"Hold on..." Jungkook can feel the headache forming already. "Are you trying to tell me we had a lead since last night and I am being informed now? In the dead-fucking morning? When I clearly remember giving clear instructions to notify me the instance we have some sort of lead on her whereabouts?"

Minho noticably gulp over the phone, " Bos-ss . . .we were just trying to give you something solid before we pass on the information of having a lead. Thought. . .'

"It would impress me? Well you thought wrong because I can think of at least 10 reasons why I should put a bullet between your eyes. Not working so well for charming the big boss, is it Minho?"

" I-I . . . We'll get you s-something valuable . . ."

"Oh I know you will! If you want live pass to see the next day that is. I'm coming to the camp myself, ping the location to my driver. And Minho?"

"Yes, boss"

"It's Miss Song to you, you disrespectful bastard." Jungkook all but lowly hisses over the phone, calm and collected. But Minho on the other side, nearly soils his pressed slacks, that's the affect he has over the man that works for him. If given the option, they'll probably slit their own throat than facing a pissed of Jungkook and bear the consequences. He's a rational man but he could be very devil when he wants to be.

It has started to rain meanwhile. The rain was a much needed relief to the summer heat in Seoul. Still, Jungkook doesn't like the rain. It reminds him of the uncertainty, things or situations he cannot control. And he absolutely hates it.

Jungkook is also a prideful man, rising from the streets to become the king of underworld and he doesn't like when other people meddle in his business. He hustled the life of a ring fighter, it was his own kind of school for all the illegal business he runs. He learned how to stay invisible even he's standing in front of his opponent. How to make himself small enough to the point they dismiss him till he can take a leap and devour them.

From his fighting days if one thing that he has hold on to till this day is his disciplines. He has a certain rhythm set for things and he prefers to stay attune to them, he likes his control like that. So whenever someone or something tends to disturb it, he's rather ruthless taking care of it. Bloods are shed. Again, he's not unnecessarily violent. Even his violence are measured, calculated. He thinks it gives out the message more effectively.

He's now on his way to meet the intruder that recently caused the disharmony in his otherwise disciplined life. He doesn't even know the name of the person yet. You see Jungkook lays his plans out where he can see them clear as a vision, like scenes unfolding in opera. He designs the prologue himself. Knows how the next scene unfolds, where to draw the climax in and when to drop the curtains. So when did Song Ta-hee become part of that vision? When Jungkook drew and laid out the outline for his next victory.

Jungkook met Tae-hee at a strip club named Tokyo, formerly owned by the Ha-Jongs, given out to Bangtan as a token of appreciation later, more like a courting gift to show that they are willingly to give out part of their territory because they want somewhat of a more permanent alliance.

Song Tae-hee was one of many illegitimate offsprings of the Lord, Ha-Jongs gnarly and ruthless leader Yi Kang-Hwan. Now Ha-Jongs were very proud of their roots, traditional even. Although Tae-hee and her mother never got the legal recognition nor legitimacy through marriage, because it was against their tradition to take more than one wife legally. Kang-hwan still wanted to acknowledge them by making them take the family name. It wasn't an option for discussion, it was a decision. And Yis' don't take so kindly to rejections. It goes beyond saying what it would implicate if one of them to actually reject that decision, it's an direct insult to the Yis' and by default, to the Ha-jongs.

So Tae-hee being the perfect bull-headed daughter of Kang-hwan did the first only thing she could to piss her father off. She declined to take up the family name and ran off to Seoul to become a stripper. As ruthless as the Ha-Jongs were, they weren't uncouth. They were very traditional the way they carried their family, legitimate or not. Everyone associated with the YI's are to abide by their family tradition where woman stays within certain boundaries.

So when Kang-hwan decided to break her mother's heart, she decided to strike back the way she knee, she could.

Jungkook needed to have access to Samcheok port to smuggle his supplies in uninterrupted without constantly thinking of anomalies. The only alternative to that was the northern part of the regime but that's under military supervision.

It's more hustle than he would like handle, not to mention taxing to his resources. Samcheok port falls heavily under the area controlled by the Ha-Jongs, they were the farm believers of, if you control the sea, you control the country. So there's no way to bypass them without brewing unnecessary wars. So Jungkook got creative and decided to write his own verse to the family drama.

And the curtain rises.

"You look seemingly lost with a touch of pissed, Miss" Jungkook lazily drawls, inspecting his surroundings. The club could use a makeover and set of new sound system. His head is pounding. This gets her attention.

"And you look like you got no business being here. What, your stripper dumped your goody two shoes ass for someone more loaded?" Hye-Jin doesn't back down when it comes to snide remarks. Jungkook smiles at that.

"How did you guess? Don't you look like the sympathetic one? What got you in this part of the town? Daddy issues?"

That wipes all the smugness off Hye-Jin's face. Now all she feels is anger brewing in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you one of his dogs? Did my pathetic excuse of a father send you sniffing around me? Well you can go ahead tell him he can't do shit in this side of the town and he can fuck himself. Bangtan pulls all the shit here now."

"Now that's no way to talk about your own father, is it Princess?" she scoffs at the nickname.

"You don't know shit about him so if you wanna go lick his boots, go kill some mutts for him or fondle one of his whores so she can put on some good words for you." At this point Jungkook has seemingly grown bored of the conversation. Same old, same old. She's wasting time.

"Look,I get the anger, really. Mine was a bastard too. So what if I tell you I have a plan that will do a lot more than pissing of "Pathetic excuse of a father" of yours and doesn't involve getting strangers tongue getting shoved down your throat and flashing your assets to sweaty, deprived old man every night."

Hye-Jin contemplates the offer for a second before dismissing him, "As much charming as you are, I don't trust you. For all I know, you could be a trap and I don't plan to get fucked both ways soon. So unless you want a lap dance, I suggest you haul ass. Therapy's over, you are wasting business hours."

Jungkook looks down and chuckles at this," You know, for a girl who looks this elegant, you sure have a foul mouth. When I first heard you were in ballet and this close to become a Prima Ballerina, I thought there must be a strong reason as to why you decided to throw that away and chose to live the life that you are living. Now that I've met you I know why." Hye-Jin's mouth hangs open at that. Who exactly was he? Even her father didn't know that.

"And what is that? Not that I care about your opinion." She tries to wash down her nervousness with feint arrogance.

"Because you are outright stupid, Hye-Jin, is why. Anyway, now that you have wasted my time, I will see myself out. If that dead brain of yours miraculously starts working and you change your mind, give me a call. As you said, we are losing business hours." Jungkook carelessly threw his business card on the bar and walked away. Hye-Jin looks perplexed for a minute and contemplates her options. The pay was generous and she didn't have todo anything that was forced but this isn't remotely the life she wanted for herself. "Fuck it!" She groans and picks up the card and her eyes shot open. "Jeon Jungkook . . ." The new owner off Tokyo, the one who took over this club shortly after she become a stripper here. Intrigued is a understatement, she needs to know what is going on.

So when Jungkook's phone went of that night and he saw her number, he already knew he won. From there, the announcement, the engagement went pretty fast. What Hye-Jin was getting out of this? The satisfaction to watch the Ha-Jongs and her father come crumbling down as Jungkook laid out his plan to dismantle them from the inside out. What irked her though the plan required her to play the good daughter and a perfect fiance to Jeon Jungkook.

The later part was a lot bearable though. Jungkook was not ill-spoken like her father, in fact they barely talked. But he made sure she was well taken care off, respected and safe. She didn't mind the occasional intimacy as well in fact it was better than what she had in the past. He was a gentle lover, complied with her needs and at the same time could be rough when she wanted him to. He let her take the charge of her pleasure and he took care of her after they were done. Cleaning her, tucking her under the sheets, making sure she gets a warm bath drawn the next day and the breakfast delivered to her bed. She rarely met someone who cared about such small details without being explicit about it. And that led her to make her first mistake.

She became emotionally drawn to Jungkook. She started to crave more. But when she started to understand this strictly business for Jungkook and this is as far as she gets, it broke her.

She retorted her old ways to get the attention she craved from him. So when she declared she is going to work as a barista to the cafe she was recently frequenting just to spite him and he just nodded, not paying her attention she decided to deliver her final blow.

"I want to call off the engagement"

At this, Jungkook throws her a brief, almost a bored look. He dives back to his paperwork, "Back being a brat, aren't we?" Jungkook chuckles, sipping his coffee, "It's amusing how you think it's up to you to decide what you can bring to this arrangement we have and what not"

He puts down his mug and throws her one final look, "So, no Princess, you are not calling off the engagement. Your car will be ready in 15 min to take you to the cafe. Wouldn't wanna be late in your first day of work, would we?" At this Jungkook walks out of the study the close the door behind him.

Hye-Jin doesn't know what made the first drop of tear rolled down her cheeks, was it the frustration of being denied what she longed for or the anger towards the man she held some sort of adoration who didn't even take a minute to reduce her down to nothing. No, she didn't love Jungkook, but she could, she wanted to. Now she can't seem to even breathe around him.

Hye-Jin slowly came to terms with her situation, accepting it even. She would daily remind herself why was she here. There was no point in hiding, running, this was her life now. That Jungkook won once again, how his plans were flawless. Everything was on track, just how he painted.

Funny how sometimes a small shift can throw a wrench to a perfectly engineered plan and everything comes toppling down due to that one measley change. Jeon Jungkook's designed his plan to be precise, flawless and infallible but he did not plan for one thing.

You.

Next

Tag list:

@mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @drunkzseok

@joonwater can't tag you bub :(

I'm just curious because you said english is not your first language and the fic is called 'Saudade', are you from a country that the official language is portuguese?

All I can tell you I'm not from any country where people speaks Portuguese 😁

I'll slip in a hint though, I'm very much Asian.

Ayooo bub, thank you for loving and reblogging this 🥺

You are amazing 🤩

Saudade || Chapter 1: Seoul Rain

Summary: A man of plan. Jungkook didn't live a life he didn't design. But when fate decides to take control will he take it back or he will lose his way, like he did when he was 15?

Or

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when Jungkook finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

⚜️ Pairing: Mafia Jungkook x Reader

⚜️ Rating: M

⚜️Genre: Mafia, angst, Lil fluff later on, slow-burn, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn.

⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, name-calling, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, illegal drug dealing, childhood trauma, attempted sexual abuse (I'll ad them as I write, feel free to remind me if I forget something as well)

First thing first, as originally planned, this is not going to be a one shot. I'm sorry (am I?)

And since it's not a oneshot, I am really really not sure when the next part is gonna drop. Again, I'm sorry.

One of the reasons this not being a oneshot is the character development of both Jungkook, mostly the OC. Since it's going to be officially my full blown fic, I really want to play around with her character and I may have quite a few idea. So again I apologize for the delay.

Another thing is that I really don't proofread what I write so it's pretty much the first draft I wrote. So for obvious reasons there will be tons of tons mistakes. So basically how it goes is when I get the chance to re-read the entire thing, I correct the mistake as I go. And English is my second language so if you are looking for finesse, I must warn you, you will be disappointed 😞.

🔹🔷 Series Master list 🔷🔹

10:30 am, Trimage, Seongdong-gu, Seoul.

Funny how change of perspective changes the reality of things. He always felt like his apartment building wasted a lot of space for open parking now staring at it from the 38th floor of his apartment building, the space looks impossibly small. Insignificant even. Like his childhood.

Jungkook is staring at his image on the window. He can count the changes in his body that took place through out the years. He can't see the scrawny, malnourished 14 years old boy reflect back at him anymore. Instead he is looking at someone well-built, not buff yet farm, well postured man staring back at him.

A man.

He's not surprised with his transition, far from it. He worked for them, to the point that he's almost proud. He calculated every single change that took place in his life, measured and laid out by him, with precision, patience, and control- impeccable control.

His thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. Looking at the window now, it's starting to fogg up, a tale tale sign of untimely Seoul rain, he can't see his shadow anymore. He reluctantly takes the call, almost dreading it. Although he has been anticipating this call the entire morning, something tells him he's not gonna like what he'll hear and how things roll from there.

"Minho"

"We found her"

"Tae-hee? She is in Korea!?"

"No, but we got a lead. Found the whore who caused this whole riot in the first place. Tae-hee doesn't have the gall to . . . "

"I know what she is capable of and what not, I didn't ask for her resume Minho. Now would you get to the fucking point, what do we know. You are wasting time?" Jungkook cuts him off annoyingly.

"We've been trying to coax stuff out off her since last night, the bitch here won't budge"

"Hold on..." Jungkook can feel the headache forming already. "Are you trying to tell me we had a lead since last night and I am being informed now? In the dead-fucking morning? When I clearly remember giving clear instructions to notify me the instance we have some sort of lead on her whereabouts?"

Minho noticably gulp over the phone, " Bos-ss . . .we were just trying to give you something solid before we pass on the information of having a lead. Thought. . .'

"It would impress me? Well you thought wrong because I can think of at least 10 reasons why I should put a bullet between your eyes. Not working so well for charming the big boss, is it Minho?"

" I-I . . . We'll get you s-something valuable . . ."

"Oh I know you will! If you want live pass to see the next day that is. I'm coming to the camp myself, ping the location to my driver. And Minho?"

"Yes, boss"

"It's Miss Song to you, you disrespectful bastard." Jungkook all but lowly hisses over the phone, calm and collected. But Minho on the other side, nearly soils his pressed slacks, that's the affect he has over the man that works for him. If given the option, they'll probably slit their own throat than facing a pissed of Jungkook and bear the consequences. He's a rational man but he could be very devil when he wants to be.

It has started to rain meanwhile. The rain was a much needed relief to the summer heat in Seoul. Still, Jungkook doesn't like the rain. It reminds him of the uncertainty, things or situations he cannot control. And he absolutely hates it.

Jungkook is also a prideful man, rising from the streets to become the king of underworld and he doesn't like when other people meddle in his business. He hustled the life of a ring fighter, it was his own kind of school for all the illegal business he runs. He learned how to stay invisible even he's standing in front of his opponent. How to make himself small enough to the point they dismiss him till he can take a leap and devour them.

From his fighting days if one thing that he has hold on to till this day is his disciplines. He has a certain rhythm set for things and he prefers to stay attune to them, he likes his control like that. So whenever someone or something tends to disturb it, he's rather ruthless taking care of it. Bloods are shed. Again, he's not unnecessarily violent. Even his violence are measured, calculated. He thinks it gives out the message more effectively.

He's now on his way to meet the intruder that recently caused the disharmony in his otherwise disciplined life. He doesn't even know the name of the person yet. You see Jungkook lays his plans out where he can see them clear as a vision, like scenes unfolding in opera. He designs the prologue himself. Knows how the next scene unfolds, where to draw the climax in and when to drop the curtains. So when did Song Ta-hee become part of that vision? When Jungkook drew and laid out the outline for his next victory.

Jungkook met Tae-hee at a strip club named Tokyo, formerly owned by the Ha-Jongs, given out to Bangtan as a token of appreciation later, more like a courting gift to show that they are willingly to give out part of their territory because they want somewhat of a more permanent alliance.

Song Tae-hee was one of many illegitimate offsprings of the Lord, Ha-Jongs gnarly and ruthless leader Yi Kang-Hwan. Now Ha-Jongs were very proud of their roots, traditional even. Although Tae-hee and her mother never got the legal recognition nor legitimacy through marriage, because it was against their tradition to take more than one wife legally. Kang-hwan still wanted to acknowledge them by making them take the family name. It wasn't an option for discussion, it was a decision. And Yis' don't take so kindly to rejections. It goes beyond saying what it would implicate if one of them to actually reject that decision, it's an direct insult to the Yis' and by default, to the Ha-jongs.

So Tae-hee being the perfect bull-headed daughter of Kang-hwan did the first only thing she could to piss her father off. She declined to take up the family name and ran off to Seoul to become a stripper. As ruthless as the Ha-Jongs were, they weren't uncouth. They were very traditional the way they carried their family, legitimate or not. Everyone associated with the YI's are to abide by their family tradition where woman stays within certain boundaries.

So when Kang-hwan decided to break her mother's heart, she decided to strike back the way she knee, she could.

Jungkook needed to have access to Samcheok port to smuggle his supplies in uninterrupted without constantly thinking of anomalies. The only alternative to that was the northern part of the regime but that's under military supervision.

It's more hustle than he would like handle, not to mention taxing to his resources. Samcheok port falls heavily under the area controlled by the Ha-Jongs, they were the farm believers of, if you control the sea, you control the country. So there's no way to bypass them without brewing unnecessary wars. So Jungkook got creative and decided to write his own verse to the family drama.

And the curtain rises.

"You look seemingly lost with a touch of pissed, Miss" Jungkook lazily drawls, inspecting his surroundings. The club could use a makeover and set of new sound system. His head is pounding. This gets her attention.

"And you look like you got no business being here. What, your stripper dumped your goody two shoes ass for someone more loaded?" Hye-Jin doesn't back down when it comes to snide remarks. Jungkook smiles at that.

"How did you guess? Don't you look like the sympathetic one? What got you in this part of the town? Daddy issues?"

That wipes all the smugness off Hye-Jin's face. Now all she feels is anger brewing in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you one of his dogs? Did my pathetic excuse of a father send you sniffing around me? Well you can go ahead tell him he can't do shit in this side of the town and he can fuck himself. Bangtan pulls all the shit here now."

"Now that's no way to talk about your own father, is it Princess?" she scoffs at the nickname.

"You don't know shit about him so if you wanna go lick his boots, go kill some mutts for him or fondle one of his whores so she can put on some good words for you." At this point Jungkook has seemingly grown bored of the conversation. Same old, same old. She's wasting time.

"Look,I get the anger, really. Mine was a bastard too. So what if I tell you I have a plan that will do a lot more than pissing of "Pathetic excuse of a father" of yours and doesn't involve getting strangers tongue getting shoved down your throat and flashing your assets to sweaty, deprived old man every night."

Hye-Jin contemplates the offer for a second before dismissing him, "As much charming as you are, I don't trust you. For all I know, you could be a trap and I don't plan to get fucked both ways soon. So unless you want a lap dance, I suggest you haul ass. Therapy's over, you are wasting business hours."

Jungkook looks down and chuckles at this," You know, for a girl who looks this elegant, you sure have a foul mouth. When I first heard you were in ballet and this close to become a Prima Ballerina, I thought there must be a strong reason as to why you decided to throw that away and chose to live the life that you are living. Now that I've met you I know why." Hye-Jin's mouth hangs open at that. Who exactly was he? Even her father didn't know that.

"And what is that? Not that I care about your opinion." She tries to wash down her nervousness with feint arrogance.

"Because you are outright stupid, Hye-Jin, is why. Anyway, now that you have wasted my time, I will see myself out. If that dead brain of yours miraculously starts working and you change your mind, give me a call. As you said, we are losing business hours." Jungkook carelessly threw his business card on the bar and walked away. Hye-Jin looks perplexed for a minute and contemplates her options. The pay was generous and she didn't have todo anything that was forced but this isn't remotely the life she wanted for herself. "Fuck it!" She groans and picks up the card and her eyes shot open. "Jeon Jungkook . . ." The new owner off Tokyo, the one who took over this club shortly after she become a stripper here. Intrigued is a understatement, she needs to know what is going on.

So when Jungkook's phone went of that night and he saw her number, he already knew he won. From there, the announcement, the engagement went pretty fast. What Hye-Jin was getting out of this? The satisfaction to watch the Ha-Jongs and her father come crumbling down as Jungkook laid out his plan to dismantle them from the inside out. What irked her though the plan required her to play the good daughter and a perfect fiance to Jeon Jungkook.

The later part was a lot bearable though. Jungkook was not ill-spoken like her father, in fact they barely talked. But he made sure she was well taken care off, respected and safe. She didn't mind the occasional intimacy as well in fact it was better than what she had in the past. He was a gentle lover, complied with her needs and at the same time could be rough when she wanted him to. He let her take the charge of her pleasure and he took care of her after they were done. Cleaning her, tucking her under the sheets, making sure she gets a warm bath drawn the next day and the breakfast delivered to her bed. She rarely met someone who cared about such small details without being explicit about it. And that led her to make her first mistake.

She became emotionally drawn to Jungkook. She started to crave more. But when she started to understand this strictly business for Jungkook and this is as far as she gets, it broke her.

She retorted her old ways to get the attention she craved from him. So when she declared she is going to work as a barista to the cafe she was recently frequenting just to spite him and he just nodded, not paying her attention she decided to deliver her final blow.

"I want to call off the engagement"

At this, Jungkook throws her a brief, almost a bored look. He dives back to his paperwork, "Back being a brat, aren't we?" Jungkook chuckles, sipping his coffee, "It's amusing how you think it's up to you to decide what you can bring to this arrangement we have and what not"

He puts down his mug and throws her one final look, "So, no Princess, you are not calling off the engagement. Your car will be ready in 15 min to take you to the cafe. Wouldn't wanna be late in your first day of work, would we?" At this Jungkook walks out of the study the close the door behind him.

Hye-Jin doesn't know what made the first drop of tear rolled down her cheeks, was it the frustration of being denied what she longed for or the anger towards the man she held some sort of adoration who didn't even take a minute to reduce her down to nothing. No, she didn't love Jungkook, but she could, she wanted to. Now she can't seem to even breathe around him.

Hye-Jin slowly came to terms with her situation, accepting it even. She would daily remind herself why was she here. There was no point in hiding, running, this was her life now. That Jungkook won once again, how his plans were flawless. Everything was on track, just how he painted.

Funny how sometimes a small shift can throw a wrench to a perfectly engineered plan and everything comes toppling down due to that one measley change. Jeon Jungkook's designed his plan to be precise, flawless and infallible but he did not plan for one thing.

You.

Next

Tag list:

@mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @drunkzseok

@joonwater can't tag you bub :(

omg I'm loving saudade so much already 😭😭

You know what's more lovely? It's you 🥺

Thank you for loving Saudade, this fic is my first ever elaborate work so it's kinda like my Firstborn.

You don't know how much happy it makes me that you awesome people actually enjoy what I write. Please keep loving Saudade!

Borahae 💜

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🟣 Chapters:

Chapter 1: Seoul Rain (July 25, 2022)

Chapter 2: TBA

Saudade || Chapter 1: Seoul Rain

Summary: A man of plan. Jungkook didn't live a life he didn't design. But when fate decides to take control will he take it back or he will lose his way, like he did when he was 15?

Or

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when Jungkook finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

⚜️ Pairing: Mafia Jungkook x Reader

⚜️ Rating: M

⚜️Genre: Mafia, angst, Lil fluff later on, slow-burn, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn.

⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, name-calling, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, illegal drug dealing, childhood trauma, attempted sexual abuse (I'll ad them as I write, feel free to remind me if I forget something as well)

First thing first, as originally planned, this is not going to be a one shot. I'm sorry (am I?)

And since it's not a oneshot, I am really really not sure when the next part is gonna drop. Again, I'm sorry.

One of the reasons this not being a oneshot is the character development of both Jungkook, mostly the OC. Since it's going to be officially my full blown fic, I really want to play around with her character and I may have quite a few idea. So again I apologize for the delay.

Another thing is that I really don't proofread what I write so it's pretty much the first draft I wrote. So for obvious reasons there will be tons of tons mistakes. So basically how it goes is when I get the chance to re-read the entire thing, I correct the mistake as I go. And English is my second language so if you are looking for finesse, I must warn you, you will be disappointed 😞.

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10:30 am, Trimage, Seongdong-gu, Seoul.

Funny how change of perspective changes the reality of things. He always felt like his apartment building wasted a lot of space for open parking now staring at it from the 38th floor of his apartment building, the space looks impossibly small. Insignificant even. Like his childhood.

Jungkook is staring at his image on the window. He can count the changes in his body that took place through out the years. He can't see the scrawny, malnourished 14 years old boy reflect back at him anymore. Instead he is looking at someone well-built, not buff yet farm, well postured man staring back at him.

A man.

He's not surprised with his transition, far from it. He worked for them, to the point that he's almost proud. He calculated every single change that took place in his life, measured and laid out by him, with precision, patience, and control- impeccable control.

His thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. Looking at the window now, it's starting to fogg up, a tale tale sign of untimely Seoul rain, he can't see his shadow anymore. He reluctantly takes the call, almost dreading it. Although he has been anticipating this call the entire morning, something tells him he's not gonna like what he'll hear and how things roll from there.

"Minho"

"We found her"

"Tae-hee? She is in Korea!?"

"No, but we got a lead. Found the whore who caused this whole riot in the first place. Tae-hee doesn't have the gall to . . . "

"I know what she is capable of and what not, I didn't ask for her resume Minho. Now would you get to the fucking point, what do we know. You are wasting time?" Jungkook cuts him off annoyingly.

"We've been trying to coax stuff out off her since last night, the bitch here won't budge"

"Hold on..." Jungkook can feel the headache forming already. "Are you trying to tell me we had a lead since last night and I am being informed now? In the dead-fucking morning? When I clearly remember giving clear instructions to notify me the instance we have some sort of lead on her whereabouts?"

Minho noticably gulp over the phone, " Bos-ss . . .we were just trying to give you something solid before we pass on the information of having a lead. Thought. . .'

"It would impress me? Well you thought wrong because I can think of at least 10 reasons why I should put a bullet between your eyes. Not working so well for charming the big boss, is it Minho?"

" I-I . . . We'll get you s-something valuable . . ."

"Oh I know you will! If you want live pass to see the next day that is. I'm coming to the camp myself, ping the location to my driver. And Minho?"

"Yes, boss"

"It's Miss Song to you, you disrespectful bastard." Jungkook all but lowly hisses over the phone, calm and collected. But Minho on the other side, nearly soils his pressed slacks, that's the affect he has over the man that works for him. If given the option, they'll probably slit their own throat than facing a pissed of Jungkook and bear the consequences. He's a rational man but he could be very devil when he wants to be.

It has started to rain meanwhile. The rain was a much needed relief to the summer heat in Seoul. Still, Jungkook doesn't like the rain. It reminds him of the uncertainty, things or situations he cannot control. And he absolutely hates it.

Jungkook is also a prideful man, rising from the streets to become the king of underworld and he doesn't like when other people meddle in his business. He hustled the life of a ring fighter, it was his own kind of school for all the illegal business he runs. He learned how to stay invisible even he's standing in front of his opponent. How to make himself small enough to the point they dismiss him till he can take a leap and devour them.

From his fighting days if one thing that he has hold on to till this day is his disciplines. He has a certain rhythm set for things and he prefers to stay attune to them, he likes his control like that. So whenever someone or something tends to disturb it, he's rather ruthless taking care of it. Bloods are shed. Again, he's not unnecessarily violent. Even his violence are measured, calculated. He thinks it gives out the message more effectively.

He's now on his way to meet the intruder that recently caused the disharmony in his otherwise disciplined life. He doesn't even know the name of the person yet. You see Jungkook lays his plans out where he can see them clear as a vision, like scenes unfolding in opera. He designs the prologue himself. Knows how the next scene unfolds, where to draw the climax in and when to drop the curtains. So when did Song Ta-hee become part of that vision? When Jungkook drew and laid out the outline for his next victory.

Jungkook met Tae-hee at a strip club named Tokyo, formerly owned by the Ha-Jongs, given out to Bangtan as a token of appreciation later, more like a courting gift to show that they are willingly to give out part of their territory because they want somewhat of a more permanent alliance.

Song Tae-hee was one of many illegitimate offsprings of the Lord, Ha-Jongs gnarly and ruthless leader Yi Kang-Hwan. Now Ha-Jongs were very proud of their roots, traditional even. Although Tae-hee and her mother never got the legal recognition nor legitimacy through marriage, because it was against their tradition to take more than one wife legally. Kang-hwan still wanted to acknowledge them by making them take the family name. It wasn't an option for discussion, it was a decision. And Yis' don't take so kindly to rejections. It goes beyond saying what it would implicate if one of them to actually reject that decision, it's an direct insult to the Yis' and by default, to the Ha-jongs.

So Tae-hee being the perfect bull-headed daughter of Kang-hwan did the first only thing she could to piss her father off. She declined to take up the family name and ran off to Seoul to become a stripper. As ruthless as the Ha-Jongs were, they weren't uncouth. They were very traditional the way they carried their family, legitimate or not. Everyone associated with the YI's are to abide by their family tradition where woman stays within certain boundaries.

So when Kang-hwan decided to break her mother's heart, she decided to strike back the way she knee, she could.

Jungkook needed to have access to Samcheok port to smuggle his supplies in uninterrupted without constantly thinking of anomalies. The only alternative to that was the northern part of the regime but that's under military supervision.

It's more hustle than he would like handle, not to mention taxing to his resources. Samcheok port falls heavily under the area controlled by the Ha-Jongs, they were the farm believers of, if you control the sea, you control the country. So there's no way to bypass them without brewing unnecessary wars. So Jungkook got creative and decided to write his own verse to the family drama.

And the curtain rises.

"You look seemingly lost with a touch of pissed, Miss" Jungkook lazily drawls, inspecting his surroundings. The club could use a makeover and set of new sound system. His head is pounding. This gets her attention.

"And you look like you got no business being here. What, your stripper dumped your goody two shoes ass for someone more loaded?" Hye-Jin doesn't back down when it comes to snide remarks. Jungkook smiles at that.

"How did you guess? Don't you look like the sympathetic one? What got you in this part of the town? Daddy issues?"

That wipes all the smugness off Hye-Jin's face. Now all she feels is anger brewing in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you one of his dogs? Did my pathetic excuse of a father send you sniffing around me? Well you can go ahead tell him he can't do shit in this side of the town and he can fuck himself. Bangtan pulls all the shit here now."

"Now that's no way to talk about your own father, is it Princess?" she scoffs at the nickname.

"You don't know shit about him so if you wanna go lick his boots, go kill some mutts for him or fondle one of his whores so she can put on some good words for you." At this point Jungkook has seemingly grown bored of the conversation. Same old, same old. She's wasting time.

"Look,I get the anger, really. Mine was a bastard too. So what if I tell you I have a plan that will do a lot more than pissing of "Pathetic excuse of a father" of yours and doesn't involve getting strangers tongue getting shoved down your throat and flashing your assets to sweaty, deprived old man every night."

Hye-Jin contemplates the offer for a second before dismissing him, "As much charming as you are, I don't trust you. For all I know, you could be a trap and I don't plan to get fucked both ways soon. So unless you want a lap dance, I suggest you haul ass. Therapy's over, you are wasting business hours."

Jungkook looks down and chuckles at this," You know, for a girl who looks this elegant, you sure have a foul mouth. When I first heard you were in ballet and this close to become a Prima Ballerina, I thought there must be a strong reason as to why you decided to throw that away and chose to live the life that you are living. Now that I've met you I know why." Hye-Jin's mouth hangs open at that. Who exactly was he? Even her father didn't know that.

"And what is that? Not that I care about your opinion." She tries to wash down her nervousness with feint arrogance.

"Because you are outright stupid, Hye-Jin, is why. Anyway, now that you have wasted my time, I will see myself out. If that dead brain of yours miraculously starts working and you change your mind, give me a call. As you said, we are losing business hours." Jungkook carelessly threw his business card on the bar and walked away. Hye-Jin looks perplexed for a minute and contemplates her options. The pay was generous and she didn't have todo anything that was forced but this isn't remotely the life she wanted for herself. "Fuck it!" She groans and picks up the card and her eyes shot open. "Jeon Jungkook . . ." The new owner off Tokyo, the one who took over this club shortly after she become a stripper here. Intrigued is a understatement, she needs to know what is going on.

So when Jungkook's phone went of that night and he saw her number, he already knew he won. From there, the announcement, the engagement went pretty fast. What Hye-Jin was getting out of this? The satisfaction to watch the Ha-Jongs and her father come crumbling down as Jungkook laid out his plan to dismantle them from the inside out. What irked her though the plan required her to play the good daughter and a perfect fiance to Jeon Jungkook.

The later part was a lot bearable though. Jungkook was not ill-spoken like her father, in fact they barely talked. But he made sure she was well taken care off, respected and safe. She didn't mind the occasional intimacy as well in fact it was better than what she had in the past. He was a gentle lover, complied with her needs and at the same time could be rough when she wanted him to. He let her take the charge of her pleasure and he took care of her after they were done. Cleaning her, tucking her under the sheets, making sure she gets a warm bath drawn the next day and the breakfast delivered to her bed. She rarely met someone who cared about such small details without being explicit about it. And that led her to make her first mistake.

She became emotionally drawn to Jungkook. She started to crave more. But when she started to understand this strictly business for Jungkook and this is as far as she gets, it broke her.

She retorted her old ways to get the attention she craved from him. So when she declared she is going to work as a barista to the cafe she was recently frequenting just to spite him and he just nodded, not paying her attention she decided to deliver her final blow.

"I want to call off the engagement"

At this, Jungkook throws her a brief, almost a bored look. He dives back to his paperwork, "Back being a brat, aren't we?" Jungkook chuckles, sipping his coffee, "It's amusing how you think it's up to you to decide what you can bring to this arrangement we have and what not"

He puts down his mug and throws her one final look, "So, no Princess, you are not calling off the engagement. Your car will be ready in 15 min to take you to the cafe. Wouldn't wanna be late in your first day of work, would we?" At this Jungkook walks out of the study the close the door behind him.

Hye-Jin doesn't know what made the first drop of tear rolled down her cheeks, was it the frustration of being denied what she longed for or the anger towards the man she held some sort of adoration who didn't even take a minute to reduce her down to nothing. No, she didn't love Jungkook, but she could, she wanted to. Now she can't seem to even breathe around him.

Hye-Jin slowly came to terms with her situation, accepting it even. She would daily remind herself why was she here. There was no point in hiding, running, this was her life now. That Jungkook won once again, how his plans were flawless. Everything was on track, just how he painted.

Funny how sometimes a small shift can throw a wrench to a perfectly engineered plan and everything comes toppling down due to that one measley change. Jeon Jungkook's designed his plan to be precise, flawless and infallible but he did not plan for one thing.

You.

Next

Tag list:

@mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @drunkzseok

@joonwater can't tag you bub :(

All the lovelies who wanted me to write this, I made a good progress writing it. If all goes well, will drop the fic on Sunday, 07/24.

This will be a one shot, expect lots of angsty stuff and one hell of a angyyy JK.

Please show some love to our OC, she goes through a lot ☹️

Wow I forgot this has been sitting duck in my draft for a while now.

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when he finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

Do I or do I not write it?

Y'all took the draft seriously and liked it!? 🥺😭

*cracks knuckles* alright, let's go. THIS might be crap but I'mma start writing it as we speak.

Fair warning, I'm a shit writer and this might be disappointing AF.

Also I'm really not comfortable writing smut. So there probably won't anything elaborate.

I'm more into angsty troop so expect a lot of it.

Wow I forgot this has been sitting duck in my draft for a while now.

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when he finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

Do I or do I not write it?

Caught in the right moment!

But seriously who's this man? I don't know him

This reminds me of apocalyptic heart.

Should I write it?

zombie apocalypse au jungkook

Namjoon, I'm watching you 😃

The dilemma I felt

I want to him to be comfortable enough to be vulnerable about his struggles

Then again, I don't think I'm strong enough to see him like this. Nothing's worth seeing him like this.

While my heart shattered into million pieces, the urge to hold him and make him believe the love we hold for him, for them is bigger than every insecurity, every worry they hold for their action. That it's okay to rest without feeling guilty.

I want him to feel that, please feel that.

At this point I'm basically desperately hoping the boys have someone to love. If they don't, I hope they do pretty soon. Someone to shoulder the burden they carry. There are things they can't share with us but maybe with them.

May those precious boys find their happiness, something they can own not just as BTS but as a person.

One of million reasons why I can't marry this man.

We'd have the fastest divorce in the history of mankind because I'm a dedicated slob.

joon really went from complete slob to chillingly clean 😭

Weird Ass Dream #n? I don't know

So me and my family went on a trip in Mongolia, a trip that I'm not very happy about. So 2 day in trip and I already feel like crying and go back home and I'm looking out in the open ocean from my balcony ( you see why it's a weird ass dream? Mongolia is literally sandwiched between Russia and China/ S. Korea, not an inch of ocean in sight!?) And here comes the ass-hole ( he is nice in real life, sometimes my brain is all weird) one of my colleague, way senior than me, and my father seems to like him a lot and he gets away with his not so subtle gestures. Like he's asking me if I ate dinner and how am I adjusting to the weather and stick his hand inside my top to caresse my back and I shudder and take a step back. We went on his way like nothing happened and I feel disgusted.

And I bring this up to my family and they just shunned me out saying I'm looking for attention and what not. This just discourages me to no end.

So I'm taking a walk along the shoreline and there I meet Jungkook, hiding from his members and

Still debating

Which one of the 4 was the biggest asshole.

Holly shit the twist though!

Chapter 14|He owned me Not anymore

Summary

“Love, I am a free woman now”

“Not until I am alive”

Warning: 18+

Genre: Angst,smut, Mafia AU, Yandere, Obsession, Toxic Relationship

Published: 06.06.2022

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Hnnnnnggghhh 😖

I'm just waiting for him to erase all evidence

My husband got a tatt y'all 😭

Is it bad that I wanna kissem 🥺

Lets list all the things why i hate my Birthday.

1. Got sexually abused on my 6th birthday, at my own house.

2. I always fall sick/something bad always happens

3. My grandma died couple of days later on my 17th birthday, for which my mother blames me because she could not go see her last time because of me

4. The person I thought I'd be spending my life with, got married the very same day- My birthday gift for this year.

Of all the person, knowing how I my own birthday was one of my biggest insecurities, I did not expect you to add one more reason on the pile.

So, Happy 26th birthday to me 🥳🎉🎂

🥺🥺🥺🥺

Day in the Life [3/7]

Pairing: hyungline (seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok) x reader

Genre: family/domestic AU, fluff, comedy

Summary: You have seven kids. Four husbands and three toddlers. So yeah, seven kids.

Tags: EXTREME domestic bliss, domestic fluff, husband!hyung line, baby!maknae line, established relationship, protectiveness, comedy, slice of life, seokjin is in a state of constant and overwhelming fondness, namjoon should never be allowed in a kitchen, yoongi has tattoos, hoseok is a humble chaebol, maknae line are demons (toddlers)

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Wednesday morning and the house is full and frantic as ever. Squeezing past Seokjin’s pancake triage and Taehyung and Jimin’s war cries, you make a beeline to the coffee machine, where Hoseok pulls you back just long enough for a kiss before he presses a cup into your hand and sends you off to Jungkook and Yoongi at the kitchen table. 

“Good morning.” You greet, picking a fugitive blueberry off Jungkook’s lap. 

Without looking up from his phone, Yoongi mumbles, voice rough, “Morning.”  

“Somi said her appa is getting marriage again,” Jungkook announces around a mouthful of sausage, as Jimin and Taehyung make an Olympic dive for the chair beside you. “What does it mean?” 

You think about it. “Getting married means—” 

“My chair, loser!” Taehyung screams, beating Jimin by literally one (1) knuckle.

Like a slinky, Jimin flops over Taehyung, cheeks smushed up against Taehyung’s back and drawls, “I didn’t lose, Tae, because this is a battle in which I have chosen not to engage—” 

“It’s a promise you make to build a life together,” Yoongi says, as Taehyung makes a valiant effort at shrugging, and then peeling, and then shoving Jimin off. Yoongi meets your eyes for a second before he glances back down at Jungkook. “And to love each other. For a very long time.”

“Can umma marriage me?” Jungkook asks, hopeful, as octopus alien Jimin slithers into your lap. 

“Nope,” Taehyung claims, without batting an eye. “Umma’s marriaging me.” 

“Not without a ring,” Hoseok chides, delivering a plate of Seokjin’s pancakes, half-batting away Taehyung’s grabby hand. 

“Like this one,” Jimin sing-songs, snagging a can of juice. He pops the tab off and slides it over your ring finger, burrowing possessively into your chest, “Ta-dah. Now I get to marry umma forever, losers.”

“Language, Jimin,” you say, reflexive, and pat him on the head. “But OK.”

Jungkook, with all the incredulity of a heart-broken toddler-year old, stares at your hand, stares at Jimin, and hiccups once.

And then starts bawling.

Twenty minutes later, you’re pulling on your scrubs when a small thing latches onto your left leg.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You ask Jungkook.

“Nothing,” Jungkook mumbles. 

He doesn’t look up, just slips something into your pocket with shaky hands and dashes away, giggles and footsteps rumbling down the hallway. 

You dig into your pocket, confused.

And find a piece of grass, tied around itself to make a circle. 

“Wait for umma here,” Yoongi instructs, planting Jungkook into the couch of your office. “Appa has to go back to work. Don't move an inch, Jungkook, all right?”

“Yes appa,” Jungkook nods, at full attention, but also busy cramming sticky notes into his mouth. 

...which is, admittedly, not the worst thing he has crammed into his mouth today. 

As Yoongi turns to leave, Jungkook calls out behind him. “Appa?”

“Yes?”

“Appa,”  Jungkook asks, coming to tug on the corner of Yoongi's jacket, looking very adorably serious about it. “How did you get umma to marriage you?” 

“Well,” Yoongi says, crouching down so he can pinch Jungkook's cheek. And also remove the sticky note from his mouth. “You just have to ask.” 

Later that day, you’re in the middle of dealing with a subarachnoid hemorrhage, standing very still beside the surgical trolley as the attending anesthesiologist briefs your residents, trying to order your thoughts into some semblance of logic, when there comes a small tap somewhere overhead. 

“This was brought on up a ruptured cerebral aneurysm,” you say, slanting a stern look at the eager faces around you, “So it will be hairy, and focus will be essen—”

The tap comes again, louder.

One of the residents looks up at the observation room. 

She blinks. “Um… is that…”

“Focus, Dr. Song,” you repeat, snapping her back to attention, “will be essential.”

The next tap is followed by a dull thump and a muffled, “Umma!” 

You look up, eyes narrowed. 

All three feet of Jungkook, bright as the sun, knocks on the observation room window again, hefting over his tiny shoulders a giant bouquet of “Get Well Soon” flowers you’re pretty sure belongs to the coma patient in Ward 2. 

He climbs closer to the window and mouths, face squished against the glass, “Umma, will you marriage me?” 

Near midnight, you’re pulling up into the driveway when something literally catapults itself off of the second floor balcony. 

…and lands on the hood of your car.

With a dull thud.

And a tiny achy, “Ow.” 

“JUNGKOOK?” You scream, a sharp stab of dread twisting into your stomach as you scramble out of the car, “OH MY GOD, JUNG—”

“Umma,” Jungkook says, totally fine and outrageously nonplussed, sitting cross-legged on the pavement, “Did you marriage me yet?” 

You gape. “What are you—where are your appas, Jungkook?” 

Jungkook ignores you and asks again, “Umma, did you marriage me?”

“Uh, no,” you start, brain still seizing on the fact that your toddler baby just flung himself from the second story of a house. “Baby, Koo, you should never jump out of a window again, do you understand?”

Jungkook, as a matter of fact, understands nothing. 

Instead, he peers at your hands.

Then averts his eyes with a tiny pained wince. 

“The ring wasn’t pretty?” He asks the pavement, voice wobbly, entirely crestfallen. “'m sorry, umma.” 

And no, you did not know it was medically possible to feel this magnitude of pain. 

Each day and every day, Namjoon wakes at 4 AM on the dot. At that hour, the first floor of the house is deserted. There are usually tumbleweeds and leftover toys and chunks of bokchoy Taehyung has hid under various pieces of furniture because he is just old enough to begin to understand that he does not have to do what two of four appas tell him to do, at “I’m half a teenager now” miles per hour.

Not today.

Today, there is all of that, and also one small child crouched over the coffee table, half a dozen tab-less juice cans beside him, a fat marker in his hand and the whole rainbow dashed over his two little hands. 

“Hey,” Namjoon whispers, tactful. “What are you doing, big guy?” 

“I’m making a ring for umma,” Jungkook says, then shows him a wad of can tabs that have been glued together.

And also, glued onto his palm.

Namjoon wonders briefly if this might be the fault of his genetics.

“Umma has a ring already,” Namjoon tells him, mildly concerned.

“But umma doesn’t have my ring,” Jungkook says. “Do you think she’ll like this?”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh, finally piecing together what Seokjin capslocked into the group chat yesterday. “I think so, Jungkook. It’s beautiful.”

There is a pause.

Jungkook asks, in an endearingly shy whisper, “Will umma love me forever?” 

Namjoon reaches for Jungkook’s shoulder and tugs him into his arms. “Of course she will, baby. She loved you before you were born, and she will love you for a thousand years.”

“Oh.” Jungkook hums.

And hard as he tries to hide it, when Jungkook smiles, he glows. 

“Will you make appa a ring too?” Namjoon inquires. “Appa will love you for ten thousand years.” 

Jungkook thinks about it, squelching out a yawn. He rubs his eyes. “Maybe.” 

Quietly, Namjoon wraps Jungkook into his cardigan, admiring the bundle of glue and metal in his hand. Gradually, as dawn starts to break, he feels his son’s little body slumping against his side, and he squeezes him with a soft fond smile.

Friday morning, Yoongi is frying up a few eggs and as usual, you’re mainlining coffee while side-stepping a small mountain of legos and the rubber-band apparatus Taehyung had built for science class. You manage to kiss Hoseok on the cheek (which he had been long presenting) and Seokjin on the chin (which he had been pretending not to be presenting), before you stumble on Jungkook.

Kneeling. 

On one knee. 

With an extremely funky ball of metal in his hand. 

Namjoon, towering over him like a daddy bear, looks over at you and mouths, obscurely, “Say yes.” 

“Umma,” Jungkook starts, clearing his throat, as Jimin waddles in blearily behind you. “Will you mar—”

“OW!” Jimin yelps, as his toe catches in Taehyung’s rubber-band booby trap of doom™, which proceeds to sail across the room. 

Over Jungkook’s hand.

Catching, of course—because Friday mornings are never chaotic enough and 66% of your sons are 50% demons—Jungkook’s precious ball. 

“Well,” you squint, as the metal ball clears it out of the window behind him, leaving a neat spider-webbed crack and a hole the size of a tennis ball. 

Before you, Jungkook’s eyes are the size of saucers. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon grits out, eyes narrowed. 

“Jimin,” Seokjin grits out, arms crossed. 

“What! I didn’t do anything!” Jimin whines, very falsely accused, ducking behind you for protection. 

“My science project!” Taehyun gasps, from behind him. “Jimin!” 

As world war three implodes into your kitchen, Jungkook stands on the frontline, eyes welling with tears, little hands balled into fists. He swallows thickly and chokes out, “Umma…” 

“No,” you cry out, launching yourself onto one knee before Jungkook as you dig Jungkook’s grass-twig ring out of your pocket. “Jungkook. Will you marry me?”

“But I,” Jungkook blubbers, shaking his head, “I don't have a ring! Umma can’t marry me! Umma won’t love me!” 

You laugh, wiping the tears off of Jungkook’s fat little cheeks with both hands cupped around his face, “Oh, Jungkook. I don’t need a ring to love you, baby. Namjoon appa lost the ring too, you know?” 

Jungkook’s still crying, but he does pause to confirm. “Really? Namjoon appa did that?”

“Oh yeah,” Namjoon assures, coming to sit on the floor beside you. “So many times.” 

“Namjoon appa had to propose twice,” Hoseok recounts, ruffling Jungkook’s hair.

“Three, actually,” Yoongi says, scooping Jungkook up into one arm. 

“What?” Seokjin cocks his head, feeding Jungkook a cherry as he glances at Namjoon, “No, wasn’t it—”

“A long time ago,” Namjoon allows magnanimously. “Shouldn’t you get going, hyung?” 

Hoseok, ever the competitive overachiever, was the first to propose. It hadn’t happened entirely out of the blue. After two years of rotational interviews with his family, most of whom were common characters in the Business section of Cholsun Ilbo, his noona took you out to an incredibly long spa date to onboard you onto the so-called “constraints” of an “inheritance.” By the end of the day you were sufficiently hydrated, plumped, shell-shocked with anxiety, and fairly certain your credentials had been vetted by half the PIs in Korea. 

“My dongsaeng is lacking in so many ways, and it can be argued that our parents are assholes,” she said, before the valet shut her door, “but have no doubt that Hoseok will fight tooth and nail for you every day in this family.” 

The next day, Hoseok asked you if you wanted to go ring shopping. Before you could answer, there was a chartered jet on the rooftop of the hospital.

Hoseok flew you straight into those dark velvet Parisian rooms to try on the jewels of bygone eras, and amidst the dizzying glamour of champagne towers and couture chocolates and dresses worth their weight in gold, he asked if you would grant him the privilege of staying with you for the rest of his life. 

As Seokjin likes to recall, you choked on your sea bass and never officially said yes, so technically the validity of that marriage is questionable. 

But anyways. The news still drove Namjoon and Yoongi into a cold panic.

Seokjin, of course, being the oldest, remained cool as a cucumber. 

“YAH, HOBI, YOU COULD'VE MAYBE WARNED US,” Seokjin screamed. Calmly. In the middle of a topology lecture. At his phone.

At, actually, a text message on his phone. 

One of the five grad students raised his hand and asked, somewhat terrified, “Professor Kim?” 

Seokjin chucked his phone across the room and darted for the door. “MY GIRLFRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED.”

And then, because he did have something of a reputation to protect as an academic and all, Seokjin ran back and flung open the door. “CLASS DISMISSED, OBVIOUSLY, NUMBNUTS.” 

Regardless, Seokjin ending class in the middle was not nearly as catastrophic a reaction as Namjoon’s actual proposal, which was to tie the Most Expensive Tiffany’s Ring to the collar of your cat. 

“It’ll be like a lovely thing delivering a lovely ask,” Namjoon explained, wiping his hands down on the front of his expensive silk suit like an idiot. “What could go wrong?”

“Oh. Nothing, I’m sure,” Yoongi, nodded, eyes dead. 

Three things went wrong. 

Namjoon, the cold, ruthless, battle-hardened Forbes poster child, who could skewer businessmen twice his age to the trading floor, who could spend days arbitrating billion-dollar M&A deals without batting an eye, was too panicked and sweaty to figure out how to attach a ring to the collar of your cat.

The cat was an actual cat.

And like any cat would, the first thing your cat did, after scratching the ring off of her collar and onto Seokjin’s bed, was run off into the streets like an apex predator. (which she is.) 

As a result:

Namjoon, the cold, ruthless, battle-hardened Forbes poster child, who could skewer businessmen twice his age to the trading floor, who could spend days arbitrating billion-dollar M&A deals without batting an eye, was out chasing a cat through the streets of Hannam-dong like a madman until… days, maybe. Seokjin can’t remember.

Seokjin can’t remember because he found a ring on his bed.

And like, Seokjin tried not to overthink why there would be a ring on his bed except you must have left it there.

Which resulted in Seokjin overthinking. A lot. 

“Are you OK,” Hoseok asked casually, as Seokjin ran equally casually into a cabinet.

And nearly beheaded himself. 

“I’m fine,” Seokjin grunted, ears ringing. 

And he was. 

Only he was not fine because fuck toxic masculinity but he wanted to be the one to ask you because obviously he loved you more and it wasn’t not a competition thing because it was just the simple truth that he loved you more, and he loved you first, and he deserved to be the one to ask.  

“Are you bleeding?” Hoseok gasped, “Do you need a ride to the hospital?” 

“No,” Seokjin decided, clutching onto your ring, fully offended as he stormed his way towards the living room.

“Listen,” he started, outraged, banging the door open, “I am handsome and tall and cook well and IF I WERE A WOMAN, GOD HELP ME I’D WANT TO MARRY ME TOO BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN...” 

And found you on the couch.

Sitting beside Yoongi.

Or rather, sitting on Yoongi.

With one of Yoongi’s hands on the small of your back.

And the other one of Yoongi’s hands…

Is holding a ring.

“I’m,” Seokjin spun around, suddenly weak. “Uh.”

And Yoongi was perfectly content to mentally unexist Seokjin. 

“Look at me,” Yoongi said in his soft indulgent voice, gently turning you back to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”  

And Seokjin saw himself out.

That same Thursday, Seokjin reported that his old Hyundai broke down. He asked you to pick him up from his office at the university. And when you showed up, you had a prickly feeling that all the students seemed to double-take at you. The girls giggled when they saw you, and a few came up to shower you with compliments about your gross second-day hospital fit. 

You wandered into Seokjin’s office, profoundly confused. “Why are there—”

And were promptly interrupted by a whole stampede of people scrambling out of the room.

“Hey!” Seokjin beamed, wiping his chalky hands on his ugly prof fashun cord pants. “You look pretty.”

“Very funny,” you deadpanned. 

Seokjin’s face was suspiciously pink. “I know. I love you.” 

You backed away. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated, face suspiciously pinker. 

“All right,” you squinted. “I love you too?” 

“But!” Seokjin declared, standing up so fast he had to steady himself against the corner of his desk. “But I love you more.”

You stared, perplexed, at a loss for words.

“In fact, I love you this much,” Seokjin said, and dropped down onto both knees, proffering a small box. “And I will definitely kill myself if you marry Yoongi and Hoseok without marrying me.”

Outside, the same twenty students who’d booked it out of the office were holding one lettered cardboard sign each, looking equal measures accosted and sleep-deprived as they crowded over the courtyard.

“DONT LET OUR PORF DIE PLEESA,” the signs spelled. 

“WE NEED TO GRADOATE,” the signs spelled. 

“Well,” you grinned at Seokjin. “I can’t let you die, I guess.”

And you could have sworn that the entire Seoul National University campus in Gwanak-gu erupted in cheers in response to that. 

But you can’t, really, because all you remember is Seokjin picking you up into his arms, lifting you just slightly off your feet as he asked, face violently red, “Hey so. Are you going to kiss your handsomest husband?”

“Oh?” You smirked. “Did he get here already?” 

“Yah, fine,” Seokjin huffed, unnerved, sitting you down on his desk, his one big hand cradling your entire back, “WHATEVER.”

And just like that, you kissed him.

For a second, Seokjin stopped breathing.

And then he surged forward, running his fingers through your hair. You caught a flicker of fire in his eyes before he tilted you back and pressed his lips to yours. His mouth parted and he licked deeper into your mouth, teeth grazing against your lip, and it wasn’t until he pulled away that you realised how pliant you had gone beneath him. 

“Now that we’re engaged,” Seokjin breathed, running his thumb across your lip. “You get to kiss this face free of charge.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, drunk on want, and tugged him back against you. 

When you kissed Seokjin the second time, you had no idea that Kim Namjoon, twenty miles away, was chasing a puppy across the lawn of his Fortune 500 company, a dozen senior VPs tailing after him as he face-dived for Ring #4. 

You had no idea because Namjoon had sworn your three other husbands to secrecy, because in your mind, you were the one who propositioned him. And Namjoon liked to keep it that way.

It happened on the last day of summer, when you invited Namjoon out to go sailing with you. He’d been depressed and dejected for weeks, and you thought you’d ask if you could help him solve whatever problem he had on hand.

And all the other problems he will have on hand, for the rest of his life.

“What,” Namjoon blinked, uncomprehending. “Come again?”

“I’m asking, Kim Namjoon,” you said, steadying yourself against Namjoon’s leg as you crouched down on one knee, “will you marry me?”  

As if on cue, it began to drizzle. 

Then the drizzle turned into a downpour. 

And Namjoon, sitting there like a right idiot in this tiny sail boat, floating in the middle of an emerald green lake, facing the single most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his life, fell in love so hard he flipped the boat. 

Which doesn’t physically make sense, but who cares, because after Namjoon flipped the boat, after he helped pull you to the boat, he got to tuck the wet strands of your bangs behind your ears and gaze into your eyes.

“Wait,” you struggled, “I think—”

Namjoon didn’t wait. He kissed you up against the boat. 

“No wait,” you murmured, breaking away. “I think I dropped your ring.”

“I wouldn’t sweat it,” Namjoon said, and kissed you again. “I brought spares.” 

To be precise, Namjoon brought three spares in his pocket. One from his mother. One from his paternal grandmother. And one from his maternal grandmother, who told him, lovingly, clearly, with all the patience in the world, “If you lose this one, Joonie, I’m absolutely going to disown you.” 

“She means the girl,” his mother clarified, “but also the ring, of course.” 

And Namjoon had laughed at that, because even if he lost it, even if he lost them all, even if he had no family left in the world, he’d never lose you. Not in a million lifetimes. 

Soooo, how many of you are deceased?