Imperium | BTS Mafia AU (NamJoon FanFic)

The Hacker

YuNa, I like you.

YuNa, I like you.

YuNa, I like you.

YuNa, I like you.

I kept repeating it in my head like it was a summer song that played on the radio all too much. I didn't mind this song at all; in fact, it was becoming my favorite. Nothing happened after his confession. I just stood there, dumbfounded by his words. I couldn't find myself to say them back, even though I felt the impulse to. I guess I still hadn't come to terms with myself. I limped downstairs, my warm slippers scruffing on the floor.

"Morning, YuNa," a tired JungKook greeted me. He stretched towards the ceiling and yawned a bit opening his mouth wide. "How'd you sleep?"

I shrugged, "Decently, I guess. You?" JungKook just yawned some more and shook his head.

"I didn't sleep, really," we both walked to the kitchen together, carefully to keep weight off of my injured ankle. Jin and J-Hope had already started to prepare breakfast.

"How come?" I asked, watching Jin slice strawberries perfectly atop a platter of pancakes.

JungKook hesitated for a moment, like he didn't want to tell me what he was thinking, "I just had a lot on my mind, I guess." I studied him closely, trying to understand his demeanor. His eyes were puffier than usual, like he'd been crying, maybe. I could tell his voice was muffled from his nose being stuffy. His body language was evasive. I could tell he was not okay, but I didn't want to push it while I was in front of his older brothers. JungKook scurried upstairs with a glass of water. JungKook was the same age as me, but I know he's been through a lot more than I have. Naturally, I was curious, and it didn't help that he knew so much about me, but I knew nothing of him. I knew his name and age, nothing more. Determined, I cautiously hobbled up the stairs and down the corridor, stopping in front of his door. I pressed my ear cozily on the wood. Jesus fuck, if anyone sees me, they'll kick me out for stalking. I listened intently, but I heard nothing.

"YuNa, what are you doing?" I quickly lifted my head in search of the voice, but I didn't see anyone in the corridor with me. JungKook's door opened, his face was clearly unimpressed.

"Was I loud?" I sheepishly cowered down into myself.

"YuNa, be aware of your surroundings," JungKook's voice was indifferent as he pointed to a small security camera located in the corner of the corridor.

Oh.

"What do you want?" He sighed, clearly annoyed with my presence.

"I, well, I guess I wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed off," I admitted.

"YuNa, I told you I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time," He tried to reassure me, but I saw right through him.

"So you admit there is something wrong?" I tried to cave him in.

"W-what? No, I didn't say that," He rubbed his thumbs together.

"Ah, but you said you're having a hard time, so there's something wrong."

He pursed his lips together and looked at any space that my body didn't take up.

"It's nothing you should be worried about."

"Ha, no. I'm part of this family, so I'm going to worry about this family. Kookie, let me help."

His face turned sour-- jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed.

"You're barely apart of this family. You've threatened to leave so many times, I barely believe that you even want to be here," his words stung deep as they pelted me. He was right, I had said I wanted to leave, but that was because I didn't think I had a choice; I though I wasn't wanted, and that I was a burden. To hear these words from JungKook both hurt and surprised me. Was I the reason he wasn't okay? I averted my eyes, clearly shameful. JungKook sighed and placed his hand on my shoulder. "YuNa, I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry," he stepped to the side and guided me into his room, "I know you really care, or else you wouldn't be here. Besides, I've needed to talk to someone." The air was awkward, I was still in disbelief that he said that to me. He sat at his computer desk and opened a web browser. "YuNa, do you know who I am?" JungKook didn't look away from his computer screen. He was steady searching on the internet for something that I was too far away to see. However, his question was odd.

"Of course, I know who you are, JungKook." JungKook smiled to himself slightly, looking at me.

"I know you know who I am, but do you know who I am," his emphasis on his words made me think that maybe there was definitely something big about JungKook that I didn't know.

"I guess, I don't," I shrugged. JungKook beckoned me to stand next to him. I walked over and studied the webpage that he had opened on his desktop.

"Seo HyunKi, Minister of National Defense? What about him?" I read out loud.

"How do you feel about him?" JungKook asked, not looking away from the photo of Seo HyunKi on his screen.

"He's done some pretty good things. He could do better," I answered honestly. I used to be really involved in politics, but I gave up after a while. JungKook smiled slightly to himself, but his balled up fist that ground into his desk made me think that his smile was fake. "Kook?" With a loud thud, JungKook slammed his fist into the desk and ravenously clambered up from his seat. The look in his eyes were that of a rabid animal, narrow and strong.

"He's a terrible man. A truly awful human being," He spat each and every word. I'd never seen JungKook so worked up; I was taken aback.

"W-what has he done?" I stuttered.

"Well, for starters, he manipulates the public into believing that he is a good man. I've watched him single-handedly destroy thousands of military lives all while being praised and revered by his ignorant people," JungKook did not speak softly of this man. In fact, he seemed to despise him, "Narcissism at work, that's what he is. He spews lies to the public, saying that he'll protect soldiers that fight for our country, but he deliberately takes their money and funnels it into his own pocket! He allows our military to use defective equipment, and he doesn't bat an eye as thousands of men and women die." I watched as JungKook explained his hatred for this man, but none of this made sense. How did this pertain to him in any way? How was he so sure that Seo HyunKi was such a bad man?

"How do you know all of this?" I questioned. JungKook grasped the computer-mouse and scrolled down to another picture. There was a woman next to Seo HyunKi, which I assumed to be his wife, and two boys, one of which I instantly recognized to be JungKook.

"I'm his bastard son," as if he was disgusted with himself, he cringed at every word that spilled from his mouth. I looked at the picture, examining the pixelated family. JungKook looked much younger in the picture, maybe 15 years-old. The other younger boy was definitely older than JungKook, but he was still rather youthful. The woman looked sinister with her darkly-lined, slanted eyes, but her husband looked charming, like a politician should. JungKook shared the same eyes as the woman, the same mouth too, but no features were shared between him and the man. "That man truly had ruined lives, and I live and breathe for the day that I can destroy his, even if I have to take my mother down with him," he glared at the picture, completely lost in his own rage.

"Is that why you joined Imperium?" I was intimidated by JungKook, that was clear enough. At this point, he wasn't yelling, but the intense cloak of indignation shrouding him made me cower.

"Yes," he spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm tired of seeing people abuse their power and abuse the people that trust them. I'm tired of the corruption and the lying. People shouldn't have to suffer, to die, for stupid fucking politicians that couldn't give a damn about them as people, but only their money!" I could see his rage be released through his violent words. The tears that were rimming his eyes weren't sadness, but anger. "And that bitch, that woman, my mother, is no better than him. She watches him, lets him do it, and I know that all remnants of my father has been completely erased from her mind by choice," his tears stained his cheeks as they streaked down his face, "She married the man that killed my father. She's a traitor, a true rat." His voice was littered with disgust and discontempt, "I'll never forgive that whore." He closed the web browser, slumping back down in his seat. Head in his palms, he began to sob. "YuNa, how could my mother do that to me? To him? She gave me life, but I want nothing more than to take hers. Why would she do that to me?" his voice was pitiful, muffled by his palms. I wanted to comfort him, but I was frozen. Something about seeing him slumped over, shoulders quivering, and tears draining from his eyes, made me hazy. I felt dizzy, like the world was spinning.

"K-kook, please," I propped myself up on the desk as I began to lose my balance. Am I dying? What's going on with me? 

"YuNa!" My body ceased as I felt the cold envelope me.