Guns, Cigarettes & The Perfect Deal

- Five -

- Jeon Y/N -

"Get out."

Was all I said as I felt his strong presence entering the room, but all I got in response was a mocking laugh.

"You and I both know that you don't want me to, isn't it Love?"

Balling my fists, I clenched my jaw.

"Don't you dare call me that."

Closing my eyes, I tried to fight the urge that tried to take me over, away. I won't let him win.

"I don't want to be here."

Was all I said, not bothering to look at the man standing in front of the door.

"Is that so, My Love?"

He asked while I heard his footsteps coming closer. Before I comprehend what happened, he gripped my jaw and forced me to look at him. A smirk plastered on his face and I hated to admit, but it was the face I've longed for all this time.

"That's what I thought."

He replied mockingly as I didn't answer his previous question, instead, I just stared at him intensively and he stared right back. The familiar chaos of emotions was swirling inside of me, as they always were when I was with him. And I was starting to lose my inner battle, he won, like always.

"You missed me, didn't you?"

He asked softly as he recognised the gaze I gave him and I nodded my head while leaning into his touch. I couldn't fight it anymore, I was tired, mentally and physically. But there was also a small part of me that just wanted to let myself take over completely. Only to feel his caring touches, his warmth and safety wrapped all around me, it was something that I've secretly was longing for all this time.

"Mrs Jeon has been a bad girl hasn't she, Love?"

I nodded my head again and he smiled.

"Shall I punish her later?"

He asked and again I nodded, making him smirk in response.

"If you say so Love, then I'll definitely will."

He started to lean into my ear, his breath fanning the side of my face.

"Anything for you, Baby."

And that was it, without hesitation, I pulled him in and crashed my lips against his. A groan left his mouth, but he soon regained and started to take over. My lips started to trail to the side of his face when his hands started to grip the side of my body instinctively.

"Hmm... Jungkook-ah, can't you punish her now?"

I asked seductively, tracing his neck with my lips further. He pushed himself away as he smirked.

"Such a bad girl, aren't you?"

And I smirked back, letting my hands roam down his hard chest. Enjoying how his muscles felt under the texture of his clothes, oh how hard I was trying to hold myself back from ripping it apart.

"Don't you like bad girls, Mr Jeon?"

He hummed and smiled, but his demeanour changed soon after. His smile faltering as he looked at me with his serious expression.

"You should get some rest Y/N."

And with that something switched inside me and I looked away, my hands still on his chest. Feeling the familiar steady beat of his heart, that for some reason always calmed me down.

"We'll talk about the consequences for you disobedient actions when you're in a better condition."

And with that, he kissed my temple and left me alone drowning in my own misery.

I hated this, I hated him and I hated myself.

Because he knew, he knew exactly how to trigger me to change in a blink of an eye into his likings. He knew how to make me act like his doll.

But what I hated the most, was that he knew I liked it.

My head was in war with my heart and my emotions were swirling in pure chaos.

After two years and six months, I still wasn't cured nor was I free.

- Park Jimin -

"How is she?"

I asked as I noticed Jungkook entering the bar I was currently sitting at.

"Except for her disobedient behaviour, she still hasn't changed a bit."

He replied, walking around the bar to take a strong bottle of alcohol and poured a glass for himself, and refilled my glass afterwards.

"So she still has her-"

"Yes."

He answered before I could even finish my sentence.

"Jungkook, I think that-"

"Let her have one of her episodes again, I already appointed Jin to her."

He replied, cutting me off again.

"I know how to handle my wife. As soon as it's over, she'll be her good obedience self again."

I sighed after taking a large sip from my refilled glass in my hand. He was right, but it pained me to know how much she is in pain at the moment.

"Get over it Jimin."

Waking up from my thoughts I looked at Jungkook.

"What are you talking about?"

He squinted his eyes, after drinking the liquid in one tug.

"Accept that she is that way, she can't be cured. This is the only place she can be free, she'll realise it sooner or later. "

Drinking my own glass empty I stared back. What is he trying to say with this, does he know?

"And what are you going to do about the Deagu situation? If AgustD finds out you have anything to do with the whole car accident, then it won't be a game anymore."

I then said, changing the subject in the hope that he won't get suspicious.

"I've planned everything out already, AgustD is now on his way to Busan."

He replied, taking a sip from his refilled glass nonchalantly.

"Wait... what?"

I almost choked on the alcohol liquid as I processed what he just said.

"That's right Jimin, I invited him here and he agreed to come."

I sighed, this is going to be one hell of a ride. Standing up, Jungkook looked at me questioningly.

"I'm going to head to bed, tomorrow I have to do a shitload of administration"

I answered his unasked question and he just nodded his head.

"Night."

And with a nod, I left. Roaming around the hallway I stopped in front of a door and knocked on it.

"Jimin?"

I heard the familiar voice call my name and I entered, inhaling the familiar smell in the air.

"How are you?"