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Jungkook trudged down the stairs in the morning, way before any of the other boys had woken up. Or so he thought. His ears perked up at Seokjin's voice, who seemed to be talking to someone over the phone.
"You need to leave, go as far as you can—what? No, Irene I'm being serious—They'll capture you and even kill you—hello? Fuck!" Seokjin's voice could be heard in the living room.
When Jungkook reached down, he was met with a flaring Seokjin. Face red with anger and frustration while he gripped the phone tighter.
"How long were you standing there?" Seokjin slowly spoke, his eyes glowering. Jungkook was scared, Seokjin never used this tone with him, neither has he seen him use it with anyone else.
"N-not long." Jungkook mumbled, slowly walking to the kitchen, he heard footsteps behind him. He was turned around by a grip on his shoulder.
"I'm gonna ask you again Jungkook, how long were you standing there?" The older growled, his grip on Jungkook was tightening. Jungkook winced at the pain, nevertheless he answered.
"J-just a minute." Jungkook squeaked out, and god, he felt so embarrassed with himself. Seokjin let go of him, to which he let out a sigh of relief because of, and he watched the older storm out of the kitchen.
Jungkook gulped before grabbing his lucky charms from the shelf. He heard shuffling behind him and Jimin's voice piped up.
"Morning Kooks." The silver haired boy said before taking a seat on a stool. Jungkook smiled at him and poured cereal for the both of them.
"Damn, did you see how mad Jin was? He literally shoved me before I came in here. Fucking psycho." Jimin shook his head in amusement while Jungkook gulped.
Who was Irene? And why was he telling her to run away?
"He was on the phone with someone before I walked in—Irene, I think." Jungkook spoke, placing his dish in the sink before walking back to where Jimin sat.
"Irene? Shit--" Jimin paused, his eyes widening. "What was he saying?"
"Told her to run away, or you guys would kill her, something along the lines of that." Jungkook spoke, nonchalant. Not realizing what type of situation he was in.
"Oh my god," Jimin gasped, "She's probably the girl he slept with," His eyes widened in realization. "I need to tell Namjoon!"
Before Jimin could get up, Jungkook grabbed his wrist.
"Don't. Please don't." Jungkook said, his doe eyes wide. "Seokjin-hyung would kill me. He thinks I didn't listen to the conversation."
Jimin looked at him for a few seconds, hesitance written all over his face.
"Jungkook, you don't understand how serious this is just—just don't say anything." Jimin quickly stammered, pulling his wrist out of Jungkook's grip and rushing towards Namjoon's bedroom.
Jungkook let out profanities under his breathe before he walked to his room, pushing the door open.
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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]
