We all have a price, what's yours?
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Pairings: mafia!jk x reader
Warnings: smut, violence, mentions and use of drugs and guns, prostitution
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Y/n, more commonly known as Love, was happy with her life. Well, happy isn't exactly the right word, but it comforted her to think she could be in a worse place right now. She was able to pay the bills, she was closer to dreaming of owning her own car and she made her own money. And maybe that's the part of her life she wasn't totally happy with: her job. Sleeping with different men every night, in exchange of two hundred euros (to be exact) per session wasn't the dream job. She didn't enjoy it, but she didn't hate it either. Money is money, and as long as she was able to pay the bills, it worked for her. All customers were the same for her anyway: no excitement, no warmth, no passion, but the old smell of cash that's just been taken out of a brown leather wallet. At least it used to be like that.
Jeon Jungkook was one of the mafia leaders of the Bangtan clan, probably the most respectable and intimidating one among them, in charge of setting deals with all the partners and controlling the work by their laborers all over the world was well done. He hardly ever left Korea, and tended to delegate any type of work that required attention overseas. But that changes after one trip he feels forced to make to Mallorca due to some problems with the goods.
A quick stop in one bar, full of women ready to please their customers, would end with one deep obsession as soon as he laid his eyes on her. To the point where he'll want to be the only one.
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