Vixen (Bts Gang AU)

Web Of Lies Falling Apart

"What did I just witness?" Jin asks, crossing his arms and walking towards us. "Nothing. It was nothing." I say quickly and look away from everyone. "Jinnie, I just saw both of you kissing, a little too passionately, so tell the truth. I also want to know what you're going to start all over since last time." Jin says and Namjoon runs a hand through his hair anxiously. I reach for the gun holster on my thigh but Namjoon beats me to it. His hand settles on my upper thigh, blocking me from pulling the gun out, instead my hand falls onto his and I quickly pull it away.

"I don't have to take this. I can just leave." I say suddenly, hopping off the island and walking towards the door. "Oh no, you're not letting me take the fall." Namjoon grabs my arm and pulls me to his body before pushing me up against the wall. "Let me go Joon." I hiss and turn my head away from his while trying to make myself smaller. "You know that I'm always in charge Jinnie." He growls and I close my eyes, biting my lip. "Shut up Joon." I hiss and hear his deep laugh which forces my eyes open.

"I've never seen you get embarrassed, not once." He says and I narrow my eyes at him. "Someone please tell me what's happening." Taehyung says and the rest of the boys exchange looks. "I think that Jimin's been right the entire time." Jin says slowly, making sure everyone is following his train of thought. "When I mentioned something being different on a sexual level?" He asks and Jin nods while the other boys eyes widen in surprise. "You mean that-" Jungkook looks over at us, while I'm begging Namjoon to let me go. "Please babe." I whisper softly and his gaze softens at my words.

"We have to tell them. We have to come clean, it's too late." He says and I sigh, staring him down. "I don't have to say a word, you can't make me." I hiss and he arches an eyebrow before running a hand up my body, from the waistband of my shorts to my bra just like before. "Joon." I gasp audibly, drawing the attention back to us and what we're doing. "Jinnie, I'm in control." He says fiercely and I sigh, hanging my head. "I know." I whisper and look up into his eyes, as soon as a tiny smile appears on his face I let a smirk edge onto my face. "That doesn't mean you own me." I say and I watch the fire light up in his eyes.

"Will you still be saying that later?" He smirks, leaning his face close to mine. "Joon stop it." I whisper, darting my eyes towards the other boys and he freezes, his face draining of color. "Shit." He mutters and slowly backs away from me, keeping his eyes from looking at me. "How long has this been going on?" Hoseok asks softly and I bite my lip, wrapping my arms around myself. "Don't just fucking stand there, talk to us." Yoongi snarls and I startle, jumping into the air. "Three weeks." Namjoon says quickly and reaches out for me but I back away, shaking my head frantically.

"Why?" Jimin asks and I stop in my tracks, looking up at him. That's the question I keep asking myself, over and over with no answer to be found, we don't love each other it just keeps happening. "I-i..." His eyes meet mine and he nods slowly, almost as if he could read my thoughts. "You're our leader, how will you lead us when you're always worried about your toy?" Yoongi asks and I gasp softly. "We're supposed to be a family." He says before storming out of the room and I fight back tears.

"Jinnie he didn't mean it." Jin says softly and I try and swallow the lump in my throat. "I doesn't matter if he meant it, he's right." I choke out before making a break for the exit, a few disoriented shouts coming from behind me. I take off, heels clicking off pavement in the dark, I don't know where I going, hell I don't even know where I am. Eventually I find myself walking down the sidewalk in a bright, busy downtown area. The girls I pass look jealous of me, the guys actually stop and stare. Eventually I spot a nightclub and hurry towards the entrance, I have to flirt with the guard to get in because I'm not waiting in line.

As soon as I walk into the place I'm assaulted by a contrast of pitch black and buzzing neon, accompanied by the abundant smell of alcohol. Making sure that the gun holster at my side is decently hidden I head to the bar, stilling down on a stool. "What can I get you?" I bartender asks, his eyes looking me over thoroughly. "Whatever will get me drunk the fastest." I sigh, putting my elbows on the counter and resting my head against my hands. "I'll have the same." A man says, coming up beside me and the bartender nods.

"Tough day?" The stranger asks, sitting on the barstool beside me. "Tough life." I respond, and he chuckles softly. "I feel that, always one fuck up after another right?" He sighs and I look over at him. "What happened?" I ask as the bartender sets down our drinks. "My girlfriend cheated on me, and guess what I was going to propose to her." He says and I frown at him. "Well cheers, to life being hell." I say raising my glass and he clinks his against mine. "Yeah, cheers." We sit around and knock back a few more rounds before his phone rings.

"You what?" He srunches up his face and I giggle drunkenly. "Sure, I'll be there." He quickly hangs up and sighs dramatically. "My brother just broke his wife's favorite lamp, what an ass." He says and I smile at him. "Go, it's not like we were doing anything of worth anyways." I gesture to the half empty glasses we both have. "I guess not, thanks for the company." He says and waves the bartender down. "Put her drinks on my tab." He says and nods at me before walking away.

I sit and have a few more drinks before I decide it's probably time to leave. I take a taxi back to the university and somehow get to my dorm. The last concious thought I have is that, maybe if I stop letting people close I don't get hurt. My family's deaths haunted me, and now I'm going to lose the boys too. There's really no point in my life anymore, my goals seem insignificant now. But that might just be the nine glasses of strong alcohol I drank tonight.