Figure - JJK

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Stage 8
9:00 am
pretend you aren't freaking out

The next morning, you texted Namjoon and Taehyung to let them know about recent developments (ie. the kiss.)

KING: hey boys there's some stuff I need to tell you 

RM: first off

RM: not boys. men.

KING: okay, okay. that's not important

V: it is to us

KING: guys listen

KING: I'm not going to kill Jungkook

V: um?? why not??

RM: (y/n) let's think about this

KING: tae we found evidence that he's not gang affiliated and is only being targeted to hurt his brother. he's innocent.

KING: I'm not going to kill him and here's why I'm telling you:

KING: this is totally gonna put a target on our backs for the Brass Violet's Gang and I need you guys to help us. People don't like to mess with the three of us. 

V: ughhhhhhh

RM: you couldn't have picked a better person to fall for?

KING: woah who said I fell for him?

V: it's pretty obvious. but yeah i guess we'll help you out

RM: fine. but you better not let this jeopardise our position.

KING: you're the best 😁

Now that you were sure of everything, you sent a message to the Brass Violet's Gang, notifying them of your refusal to complete the task they had set for you.

King: I'm not going to kill Jungkook. Nobody is.

Unknown: Well then I suppose we'll have to dispose of you too.

King: Bring it on. 

You clicked off your phone and smiled to yourself. Although your friends had agreed grudgingly, you knew they would never let you deal with this on your own. They had your back, and you had theirs. That's how it had always been.

Just then, a tired Jungkook walked into your room, rubbing his eyes cutely. "Good morning." His voice came soft and smooth as though he was still dreaming. You stood and went to him, placing a gentle kiss on his rosy cheeks.

"Good morning Jungkookie." He perked up a bit at the nickname, offering you a genial smile. 

For a moment, you wanted this life. No gang relations, no death threats, just a young girl crushing on her roommate. It's happy and simple, it's beautiful and free. But unfortunately, it's not real.

"My friends are coming over today, just thought you should know." He said happily, and you forced yourself to smile.

"Sounds good."

The hours flew by until the moment there was a knock on the door and you knew it was them. Jungkook excitedly opened it and let them in, and you examined them one by one. 

One was tall and broad shouldered, commanding attention. He appeared slightly older then the others, and it was obvious that they respected and looked up to him. 

The next was a shorter man, with red dyed hair and captivating eyes. Every part of his body was lean and muscled, noticeable even through the grey sweater he wore. 

The third was a stunning statue of a man. All of his features were perfect as if chiselled from marble. His smile was stunning and bright, almost convincing you to let down your defences. Almost.

Here you were, the biggest hitman in Seoul, surrounded by policemen. And none of them had a clue. 

here's another chapter
idk if anyone's still reading
I'll continue to shout into the void of the internet.