THANK YOU FOR 2.4K IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME UWU ALL THE LOVE!!!! Okay, so awhile ago, I was drawing up blanks on ideas for this and I posted that on my mb. Raynay_04 answered me and said mafia. I got confused and I was like, why is she thinking mafia? I was (am) too stupid to realize THIS WAS A SUGGESTION! So I've come to fix that idiotic, moronic, dumb blunder of mine. HERE'S A MAFIA JUNGKOOK AU! (But it's terrible and I don't know what I'm talking about, which is pretty normal for me, but still.)
You sighted down the barrel of the gun, an almost unnoticeable red beam of light homes in on your target. This kid had gotten in the way too many times. One last survey of the surrounding people showed another such character. An annoying boy who always popped up at the wrong times. This boy was staring at you intently, focused on catching your attention. Rolling your eyes, you gestured him up, a small movement that one would not notice if one has not been looking.
In minutes, the boy was at your side, hunkered down out of the view of passersby. He was annoying, but he wasn't an idiot. You ignored his greeting, seeing as your target had finally exited the corner store.
A click later and he was no longer a problem. Just a click.
Tap tap.
"I swear Jeon Jungkook, don't test me."
"But Y/n, I want to do something with you."
"We are doing something."
"Killing people isn't a group activity unless we're both armed. Plus," he dramatically flopped into his back, flinging an arm over his eyes. "I despise these unnecessary displays of violence."
"Maybe you need to find someone else to spend you're time with."
"But your my only friend in the whole world." He lamented quietly, scratching the chipped concrete.
"You need better friends."
He just pouted.
You sighted down the scope and groaned in frustration. "Kook. Really. Why are you like this?"
He smiled happily, knowing that, of course, he'd broken you. You'd have Felix take care of this guy later. Or Jooheon. Or Kai. Or anyone really. No one would disobey if they valued their lives.
You'd inherited the mafia empire when your mother was killed. Her role was passed down to you, being the most capable and the next of kin. The day you started barking out orders was a bleak day for your mother's murderers. Not a one of them was still around.
"Let's go, Y/n!" He pulled you up from your knees, helping you pack up your kit.
"Where are we going?"
He looked back over his shoulder and winked.
Pouting you followed with dragging feet. He slowed to match your pace, sucking to grin on your face. You shoved him.
"If I don't like this. . ." You warned.
Kook leaned back raising his hands in defense, a playful grin tugged up the corners of his mouth. "I promise. I think you're gonna love it."
Rolling your eyes, you stomped to the light and waited for him to point the way. In ten minutes he was dragging you into some weird arcade type thing.
"Jeon Jungkook. You better be joking. I do not play video games," you picked up one of the plastic guns and dropped it. "I prefer the real thing."
"And that's what we're here for." He grinned wickedly pulling you to an area marked Laser Tag.
You've never played before. But you assumed you'd kick ass. Wipe the floor with Kookie's pacifist butt. You had this, pfft.
(I've never played laser tag how tf does it work?)
The vest was uncomfortable. It poked your underarms and fit a bit too snuggly at your torso. The plastic gun felt, well, fake and foreign in your hands. It was bulky in the way that your cherished firearm was sleek.
The arena was set up like a ruined city, crumbling brick walls covered in graffiti. A sizeable group was dispersed through the walls and Jungkook led you to a corner out of the blare of neon and the intense noise.
He leaned close to your ear, a hand on your elbow. "It starts now."
He grinned, winked, and vaulted over one of the low walls. Recovering quickly, you abandoned the corner in favor of a higher vantage point. One of the walls was suitable for such a purpose and you climbed it awkwardly holding the plastic gun. Everywhere you looked people hid, rolled, shot, and dramatically "died".
None of these people were Jungkook however. You settled down to wait him out. In 20 minutes, the room was emptying and your opponent was nowhere in sight. You hopped down from your perch and went around looking closer at the obstacles and blocks.
"Jungkook! COme oN! Where are you!" You complained rather vociferously. "Koooooookiiiiiiiiiie!"
A light tap on your shoulder summoned you out of your funk, you hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps. You turned to see Jungkook's wickedly smiling face and his gun pointed right at you. He pulled the plastic trigger before you thought to react.
"Whoops." He shrugged.
Wasting no time, you clutched at your vest, stumbling back and falling to the ground.
"I've been hit! I need backup!" You raised the gun, wobbling it ridiculously in a loose grip.
He knelt in front of you and pushed the gun out of your hands. "I win."
His face got closer and closer and you watched his approach with increasing confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Claiming my prize." He whispered.
You giggled as his lips claimed yours. Losing isn't so bad.
I don't know how I feel abt this one. I think I could have done better. I'm sry it sucks :(
