Welcome to the Jungle- A BTS Fanfic

Marked

Nothing else happened after Namjoon and I's kiss. It got so awkward after that we just ended up walking back home the way we'd come. The whole thing was awkward. I don't know what I did. Maybe I make him uncomfortable... 

Even though we'd been gone for an hour, the boys were still playing the game, Hoseok and Jin completely reclined in their seats watching the battle of the maknaes continue. Currently Jungkook's winning with Taehyung close behind. Jimin is currently stuck in an oil spill and is whining like baby, accusing Taehyung of costing him the win. Namjoon slowly sinks to the couch, watching the game with fascination. I giggle before walking upstairs to my room where Yoongi still lies on my bed. I sigh, remembering the brochure I let the sleeping cat lie. I take off my boots, knowing that I will probably never wear them again and set them in my closet. My coat, abandoned at the door, will probably never make it back to my room. 

I sit down on the stool to my piano and look disdainfully at the thin layer of dust on the keys. I press a few keys, remembering an old tune that my dad taught me, way back when I still lived out in the country. My dad always did love music. 

"Why'd you lie to your friend?" Yoongi's voice awakens me from my daydream. 

"What?" I ask. I turn to see my phone in his hands, on my vanity where I'd left it, looking at the screen with distaste. 

"Miss Choi Bada has a message from Bang Chan oppa." The word oppa is said with such a harsh sound I would have never imagined that he would want me to call him that. 

"Yoongi give that back!" I say, standing to try to snatch the phone back from him but he lifts his arm, forcing the phone above my head. "Yoongi! I'm being serious!" I can almost feel my ears turn red with embarrassment and a little anger. 

"Come on now Bada, is that any way to talk to your oppa?" His lips tease the side of my neck as he leans down, still keeping my phone out of reach. 

"Yoongi. Give it back. What if it was something important?" I huff. His lips gently touch my neck as he hums against my skin. 

"How could someone be more important than us, hmm?" He kisses up to my jaw. "He's important enough to be called oppa. I'm much older than you and yet you don't call me oppa." He sucks slightly on a patch of skin just beneath my jaw bone. I let out a breathy moan before I realize what he's doing. 

"Y-Yoongi. You can't m-mark me. I-I have-mmm- I have pictures." I 'm struggiling to keep myself sane as he gently grabs my wrists, pinning them at the small of my back with one of his hands as the other rests on my waist. 

"What's my name darling." 

"Y-yoo-" 

He bites slightly. "Not quite." 

"O-Oppa..." I let out quietly. He lets me go, taking his lips off my skin making me feel a sudden slight chill. 

"That's a good girl. Now, I'm going to tell you to call us oppa now and you're going to listen. Understood?" He holds two fingers at the center of my chin, forcing my face up to his. 

"Y-yes oppa." 

"Good girl." He purrs, kissing my forehead lightly. "Let's get going downstairs before the others get suspicious." He tosses me my concealer before sauntering downstairs. I let out a deep breath.

 What the hell was that??

I slowly make my way to my vanity mirror, assessing the damage caused by Min Yoongi. I see a deep purple bruise starting to form on the angle of my jaw. I am so getting yelled at by my managers tomorrow. Maybe I can feign ignorance and tell them I got punched in the jaw by a crazed fan. Maybe I can tell them that I fell and hit my jaw against a counter. 

No, that would never work. They'd make me go get an x-ray and then beat my ass. I quickly cover what I can before waddling downstairs feeling incredibly embarrassed by my situation. The moment I walk into the living room the game is abandoned as all eyes fall on me, noses slightly lifted. 

They can tell. 

And Yoongi is nowhere to be seen. 

"Yujin..." Jin moans slightly. 

"You smell amazing." Jimin mumbles, bluntly. 

Taehyung wastes no time jumping to his feet and coming close to smell my neck deeply. "Yujinnie." He says softly in a longing sort of way. He presses himself to me and I can feel just how excited he is to see me. 

"T-Tae!" I say, trying to squirm out of his grasp. 

"Yujin." Hoseok takes my hand, trying to get any part of me he can. He looks at my neck. The side Yoongi marked. His eyes grow dark. "I want to mark you too." He says, his voice a gentle whine. This catches Taehyung's attention as he forces me to face the other way as he wipes the makeup of my neck. 

"You let Yoongi hyung mark you...?" He says. "And not me?" 

"S-stop." I say, trying harder now to get out of his grasp. Namjoon grabs his shoulder and Taehyung immediately lets me go. 

"Taehyung that's not quite what marking is." Namjoon holds Tae's arm in a light but firm hold. Taehyung knows not to fight Joonie. "Yujin I think you should give us a few minutes to catch our composure. I'll send Jin up when we've calmed down." 

I know he's upset with me. They all are. I've given Yoongi special attention and not only that but Namjoon must be so upset. To him I kissed him and then immediately came home and ran upstairs to Yoongi who I let do as he pleased. God this whole mate thing might just be the end of me. 

I take Namjoon's directive as much as I wanted to stay and plead my case. I'm almost certain someone is going to die tonight. I trudge back upstairs and lock myself in my bedroom. My phone sits on my bed, a sticky note with the words "I'm sorry" messily scribbled on it was stuck to the screen. 

So much for 'I don't know how to write.' 

I rip the note off my phone and unlock it seeing what messages I received. 

From Manager-Nim

-Yujin, don't forget, photos for your comeback are tomorrow. The fans can't wait. They start at noon and then you have the song writing session with the band leader of Stray Kids. I think having an older star help you is exactly what you need. Besides, he's been in the business for 7 years and he's a nice boy. Do with that what you will. 

Great. A full day of work tomorrow and I don't know how my 7 possessive mates will react to me around yet another boy. 

-From Bang Chan Oppa <3

-Choi Bada, I can't help but feel abandoned. 

-Do you want to get together sometime? I think I'm free if you're down for lunch?

-Ah, never mind, something came up. I'm sorry. Raincheck?

-Badaaaaaaaaaa

-meanie. 

I giggle at his texts. God, Christopher Bang you really are something. 

Well, you sir, are in luck as I am also horrendously busy tomorrow. I should be free after?- Can you keep your Friday free? 

*AN* I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever!!!! :( With school, sports, and interviews its been pretty hectic. I'll try to update when I have time! I love you all <3