Get away (BTS Jungkook Mafia x Reader ) (completed)

Drunk Love

I sighed as she took another sip of her beer, her fifth one tonight. She was on the roof just outside her window. She stared at the sky, her vision getting slightly blurry from all the drinks she had. She had been with Jungkook and his gang for almost five months now, the carried out robberys, hiests, and assinations. It all felt good to YN, to get back into the game, but the upside was it wasn't as intense as it was before. She was still there master hacker, but sometimes she would carry out the hits. She always left her mark though, it was a habit, now the criminal name "Dagger" was begining to spread again, just what she needed. She was trying to drink away her worries. She was worried her parents would come after her, they left her alone for years, gave her space and peace, but now that she was half back in the buisness, they'd probably hunt her down. As she took the last swig of her fifth beer, she really felt the effects, a lot. She grabbed all the bottles and walked back to her window, throwing thr bottles in the trash can, edmiting a clanging sound. She walked out of her room and to the kitchen to see if there was any scotch. But when she entered the kitchen, she saw Jungkook. "Oh, hey YN." He smiled, but I held a straight face with a small frown. "Wheres the scotch?" I grumble. Jungkook looked at me with a frown, knowing I olny drinkw ehn i'm upset or worried. "Not this time YN." He whispered. "You can't keep drinking away your worries, you have to talk about them with somebody!" He yelled as I begin searching for the sctoch myself. "I can do what I fucking want Jeon Jungkook!" I shout back. But as soon as I look at his face, I regret what I said. I wasn't allowed to call him his full name except for formal parties. "YN, go to bed, now." He growled, stepping closer to me and the bottle in my hand. "No." I snarled, taking a large swig of scotch.  

"YN, GO NOW, OR I WILL LOSE IT WITH YOU MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE!!!" He yelled, his eyes burning with anger, rage, worry, and love? "Jungkook...." I begin, small tears brimming in my eyes. "Yn, please, I worry aout you, go to bed, get some rest." He whispers. I look at him, my drunken mind saying just go ahead and fucking do it, and I do. I set the bottle down on the counter and close the space betweens us, and kiss him. His lips feel warm on my and slightly chapped against my soft ones. He melts into as quickly as I do, his hand in my hair, and both of mine in his. "I love you." Jungkook mumbles. "Same." I mumble back. 

Baffled at what I said, I always hated him, and here I am kissing him, falling for him, confessing to him.