"What's wrong?" Hoseok frowned, staring at Jungkook from the rearview as they drove back home. Jungkook waved it off with a small smile, assuring the older that it was nothing. But he was bothered. And upset. Don't get him wrong, he was happy to finally know the truth, but the fact that they kept this hidden from him for so long upset him. Why'd they treat him like shit when he first came then?
Not realizing he'd been so lost in his own thoughts, Namjoon snapped him out.
"We're here, kook."
Jungkook stared at Namjoon for a few seconds, then got out of the van and headed for the front door. He waited, then heard Namjoon fumble for the house keys and finally unlocked the door.
When they walked in, they didn't expect to hear what they heard.
"God—ah! Right there hyung!"
"Oh—yoongi! That was good—do it again-"
Jimin's moans were heard throughout the whole house, and Namjoon shook his head in amusement, muttering under his voice.
"Home sweet home."
Jungkook snickered at that and headed for his room, but he frowned once he opened the door. Taehyung was on Seokjin's lap with an icepack held to his eye, and bandages littering his face. Their heads snapped in Jungkook's direction, Seokjin slowly lifted Taehyung and placed him on the bed, then made his way to Jungkook.
"I'm going out now, please keep an eye on him." Seokjin offered a small smile and pecked Jungkook's lip (to which Jungkook's cheeks turned pink because of,) before leaving the room.
"Taehyung," Jungkook breathed out, his eyes scanning the injured boy before him. He walked towards the bed and sat down beside Taehyung.
"It hurts." Taehyung whimpered, clutching the ice pack tighter. Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath before reaching over to wrap his arms around Taehyung in an attempt to comfort him.
They sat like that for a few minutes and Jungkook had noticed that Taehyung was slowly drifting to sleep, so he took the ice pack and placed it on the nightstand. He slowly pulled the sheets over him and Taehyung, kissing Taehyung's neck before going to sleep himself.
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The breakfast table was awfully quiet that morning. The only words being spoken were "can you pass me the fork?". Jungkook had noticed Taehyung's hands were shaking, so he placed his hand over the older's under the table, giving it a light squeeze.
Taehyung sighed but nevertheless smiled discreetly. Jungkook found the silence at the table annoying, but thanked the gods when Jimin decided to speak up.
"Where'd you go last night, Jin hyung?" Seokjin suddenly tensed up, his eyes glued to his plate.
"Nowhere." The eldest suddenly spoke, his eyes never meeting Jimin's. Jungkook was also curious as to where his hyung went off to last night, but kept quiet. Jimin wasn't buying it, so he hummed.
"You come home reeking of women's perfume-- and you had marks all over your neck, that isn't nowhere hyung." Jimin nonchalantly spoke, as if he wasn't outing Seokjin in front of everyone. Seokjin dropped his fork on the table and got up.
"You-" Seokjin spoke, finger pointed at Jimin in anger. "-stay the fuck out of my business, got it?"
Jimin huffed in anger, his fists clenched under the table as he glared at Seokjin.
"What? Are you fucking some random chick? If so, it is my business, scratch that-- our business!"
"Jimin." Taehyung trailed, trying to tell Jimin that he shouldn't be raising his voice-- especially not this early in the morning. Everyone at the table had stopped eating and were glancing between Seokjin and Jimin. Jungkook's gaze shifted over to Namjoon; who was looking at Seokjin in an angered manner.
"You know what Jimin? Yeah, I did fuck some random chick and there's nothing you can do about-"
"Shut up!" Yoongi growled, slamming his fist down on the table. "God, you guys are fucking annoying." He scoffed before leaving the kitchen.
"Seokjin, is what you're saying true?" Namjoon lowly spoke, his eyes never leaving the eldest. At Namjoon's low voice, Seokjin gulped before he wearily nodded.
Namjoon was fuming in anger by now, not because of the argument-- but because of Seokjin's confession. He broke the number one rule in the house, no messing around with people outside this house. It wasn't out of jealousy, but safety. They can't go around fucking and trusting random people, especially not when you're part of the most wanted mafia; it was just too risky.
Seokjin was about to leave the room, but Namjoon gripped his wrist and dragged him out.
Hoseok laughed , forgetting what type of situation they were in. Jimin and Taehyung burst out laughing soon after, and jungkook tilted his head in confusion.
"Seokjin-hyung is going to be in deep shit!" Hoseok howled, wiping his mouth. Jungkook furrowed his brows then spoke,
"What's going to happen to him— I mean because y'know he fucked a random chick or something." Jungkook's curiosity got the best of him as he asked the question.
"Well, nothing to him in particular— just a punishment, but the girl is probably gonna get killed." Hoseok said as if they weren't talking about taking someone's life. Jungkook's eyes widened as he gulped.
"Just for hooking up with a girl?" Jungkook slowly asked, his eyes never leaving Hoseok's.
"It's not just hooking up with a girl, Jungkook. It's putting ourselves in danger and possibly exchanging private information behind each other's backs— you never know, they can easily blackmail if they find out who you really are." Jimin explained as helped Taehyung get up from the chair, Jungkook just nodded, more cautious now.
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PITFALL || JUNGKOOK X BTS MAFIA
Fanfiction"i swear to god i'll kill you; right here, right now." "then do it, i know you won't." au where jungkook gets kidnapped from his own mafia into another, he never thought he'd end up falling in love. [somewhat a crackfic]
