Assassin X Mafia (A Kim Namjoon mafia ff)

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I fell asleep in his arms. His big, sexy arms. The arms I missed using as a pillow. I held onto him very tightly. No way I wanted to stay away. Right here. Swallowed by his giant body. Warmth radiating onto me. This was my happy place. My safe place. He could barely hold me the way he used to. He tucked my hair behind my ear and even in my sleep, I flinched. A tear escaped his eye. 

A knock on the door. Namjoon wiped his eyes and told them to come in. 

Yoongi and Jungkook entered the room, closing the door behind them. They walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of Namjoon, sandwiching me between them. 

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked Namjoon. 

Namjoon shook his head. "He violated her." He let out. 

Yoongi laid down next to me and shifted my body onto his. 

"Go. Take a break." Yoongi suggested. "I got her."

Namjoon agreed. He kissed my forehead and slid off the bed. Jungkook followed him out the door. 

"What do you mean he violated her?" Jungkook asked. 

"He made her get an abortion." Namjoon told him. "My baby. She lost my baby because of that bastard."

"Good thing he's dead." Jungkook clenched his jaw. "Why didn't she fight back. She's skilled to. If it was up to her she could have slit all of their throats before they could cry for help."

Namjoon shrugged. He knew Jungkook was right. I could have killed them all in my sleep. But I didn't. Why? 

"Could she have been threatened? Other than her family. I mean she must have known the Aku family would have gotten them. The Oberwalls kidnapped an heir." Namjoon questioned. 

Jungkook shrugged. "Only she knows... Was there any other visible scars or bruising?"

"Not that I could see." 

I shifted in my sleep, sleeping on my side. I shot up, screaming in pain. My arms covered my ribs. Yoongi pulled me into a hug and patted my back, calming me down. "Shhhh" he'd say softly in my ear. 

Namjoon and Jungkook ran into the bedroom. 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked. 

Namjoon and Jungkook climbed on the bed. I balled up and scooted away from them. Namjoon raised his hand to place on my knee, but I flinched seeing his hand in the air. The pure fear in my eyes. Namjoon looked so scared and hurt. 

"Both of you off the bed. Let me talk to her." Yoongi shooed them. "She might talk to me. But I need you both to step back."

They listened and migrated to the other side of the room, away from the bed, but still in earshot. 

Yoongi slowly scooted back to sit next to me. "Kira, it's me Yoongi." He spoke softly. 

I looked over at him. It really was Yoongi. I wasn't imagining him. I put my arms around his chest. 

"Yoongi." I mumbled. He ran his hand through my hair. 

"Kira, are you okay?"

I shook my head. It would be a long way until I was okay again. 

"Talk to me." He said softly. 

I shook my head. "It's embarrassing. I- I don't want you to see me differently."

Yoongi hugged me a little tighter. "Never."

I bit my lip. I looked up at him, then across the room at Jungkook and Namjoon. Being around the three of them made me feel safe. Nestling into them felt safe. But them trying to touch me, whether just to hold me or assure me, scared me. It wasn't their fault. It was Thyme's. Going through what I went through for a year, wasn't something I could get out of my mind. I knew the Bravia wouldn't hurt me. But how could I be so sure? Namjoon did slap me and choke me once before.

"I... I was gang banged. Tortured. I had to service Thyme and his friends. If I didn't listen, Thyme would beat me until I did... He went too far once.. and... broke my ribs. I tried to play along, please him, to survive, but losing Joonie was the last thing I wanted. I couldn't handle that." I spoke, slowly. "But before that, about a week after being with him, I found I was pregnant. Joonie's baby. Thyme forced me to get an abortion."

Yoongi inhaled deeply. He pulled me closer. He wanted to protect me forever. Just hold me like this. Upset he wasn't there for me. Jungkook got up and tossed the chair across the room out in frustration. I flinched. 

"Akira, my god. I'm so sorry." Jungkook dropped to his knees. He failed as a best friend. 

Namjoon couldn't move. He and Jungkook knew about the baby, but not the rest. Thank god Thyme was dead because if he was still alive, the boys would have done things unimaginable. 

A week went by. I hadn't come out of the bedroom. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi took turns giving me food and spending time with me in the room. I couldn't go out into a room with seven men just yet. It was too stressful. 

"How is she?" Jimin asked. "Can I go see her?"

Yoongi shook his head. "She just got comfortable with the three of us going at the same time, give it some time. She's better than she was a week ago. But it's going to be a long road."

"Namjoonaah, how are you doing?" Jin asked. He knew it would be hard for Namjoon to see his wife like this. 

"It hurts seeing her flinch when I go near her. I just want to hold her. Take her pain away." Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek. 

The door opened and I slowly walked out into the common room. The boys all turned their heads to see me. A few of them tried to walk over but Jungkook stopped them. I made my way over to them, sitting on the floor with my knees tucked to my chest. 

Taehyung walked over with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. He sat down next to me and handed the tub of rocky road ice cream to me. I smiled softly and opened the lid. He put the spoon in and scooped some out and fed me. 

"Good?" Taehyung asked, a huge smile on his face. 

I nodded. I slowly put a hand on his cheek. "You're cute when you smile."

Taehyung kept smiling. It made me smile. He fed me more of the ice cream. Namjoon sat down next to me. I took the spoon from Taehyung and scooped out some ice cream and fed Namjoon. I smiled softly. He had a little smeared on his lip. It made me giggle. I put my thumb to his lip and wiped the ice cream off and ate it. 

I stood up and walked over to J-Hope and Jimin who were dancing in their own world in the corner. They were dancing to Dynamite. I watched them dance before I found myself doing the choreography alongside them. When I messed up, Jimin and I burst out laughing looking at each other. J-Hope took my hands and swayed with me back side to side. He liked seeing me laugh. It made his heart content. 

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook smiled. They were just admiring Jimin and J-Hope getting me to laugh. Jimin called the rest of them over. The rest of the boys walked over and soon everyone was dancing. We moved more to the center of the room. Namjoon stopped and took a step back, just watching me. 

A smile formed on his face. While this wasn't the woman he fell in love with and married, what I became, he was happy with. He promised no harm would come to me and our hypothetical children. 

I saw Namjoon separated from the boys and walked over to him. I slipped my arms between his and up his back, pulling myself closer to his body. He wrapped his arms around me. 

"Thanks for being patient with me." I said after a moment. 

"Of course." He kissed my head.