Stuck In Between | ot7 | Seven

 Pair: Sope x f!reader ; Ot7 x f!reader

Summary: What does it take for a life to be changed forever? For you it was running into one of Bangtan’s seven –the most powerful street gang in all of Gwangju. It was only supposed to be a steamy one night stand after night out, but after being targeted by Bangtan’s number one enemies, you find yourself interlaced with seven dangerous men. Can you get your old life back? Or will you stay stuck in between what you believe to be good versus bad? 

Chapter warnings: An important conversation, plot is plotting and smut!

WC: 10k

‘Good morning, Hope. It’s June 13th, 10am, and the weather is 18ºC with 0% possibility of rain all day.’

“Yes, yes, still haven’t learned my name, huh?” 

Your question was rhetorical as you had already learned that the AI in Hoseok’s bedroom didn’t properly answer anyone but him. It still obeyed you when you wanted the lights on and off and to either open or close the blinds, but that was about it. 

You were already out of bed when the robotic voice said good morning to you, just finishing your morning routine. 

The days were getting warmer and warmer, summer was just around the corner and all you wanted to wear were dresses and shorts, but not today. Today you were planning on meeting Jungkook’s dog, and maybe the other dogs of the house too, and you’ve had way too many scratches on your legs from big dogs in the past to know better. 

You ended up going for light lilac sweatpants and a fitted white top; comfortable for another day inside the house, but cute. 

Hoseok definitely seemed to think so when he caught you walking out of the bathroom with a brush in your hand as you combed through your wet hair. 

“Morning, doll.” he was stuck to your back as he walked you to the couch area of this room, where a breakfast tray already waited for you. 

You were hoping to have more meals down in the kitchen, or even in the backyard, now that you were officially introduced to everyone and surprisingly survived your first Bangtan dinner. 

“Good morning to you–” your whole body trembled as his face nuzzled into your neck, making you shiver. Your body wanted to melt into him, but you asked: “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

“Can’t I have a morning kiss from my doll?” he spoke softly, lips kissing under your jaw.

“Go ask Yoongi.” 

“I did.” he stated shamelessly. “But I don’t want a morning kiss from him, I want it from you.”

“Too bad!” you huffed, prying his arms from around your frame so you could sit on the couch to start your breakfast. 

Today Mr. Baek  really got out there with the toast sandwich filled with colorful veggies and rolled eggs. Four halves were stacked prettily on a moss green plate, alongside two glasses of orange juice, so you knew Hoseok was eating with you. 

“Are you mad at me?” Hoseok joined you on the couch, an arm draping across the back, body turned towards you as you sat criss-crossed. 

“Do you really have to ask?” you squinted your eyes at him, taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing and swallowing before saying: “After that little stunt you pulled last night? With the leash around my neck?”

“First of all, it’s not a leash, it’s a collar.” he mused with a little smirk that would most likely melt you into a puddle if you looked back at him, resting his head on his hand as he watched you intently. 

“What’s the difference?” you sent him a side eye look as you tried to focus on your food and not on how nice his hair looked all messy in the mornings.

“One is for dogs and one is for people.” Hoseok shrugged. 

“People don’t wear either of those!” 

The wiggle in his brows made your face flush as he stated: “You’d be surprised, doll.” sitting up a little more, he sighed and reached out to touch your arm with the back of his fingers. “But you’re right, and I’m sorry. I should have told you what I was doing, and you should have decided if you wanted to wear my claim or not.”

“See? Was that so hard?” you let out a tiny exhale, the small fake tension in your shoulders leaving you now that Hoseok knew what he did wasn’t nice. 

“No.” he agreed, leaning closer to you as he called: “Now come here–”

“Not gonna happen, buddy.” you turned your face to the other side, shoving more of the sandwich inside your mouth to stop his advances. 

Hoseok groaned and pouted, giving your shoulder a little kiss and opening his mouth as he eyed your sandwich. There were three whole halves right there, but he still wanted you to feed him. 

Which of course you did, you were already denying him too much this morning. 

“Besides, your claim didn’t work anyway.” you pointed out as he chewed. 

“How so?” he spoke awkwardly behind his hand. 

“Taehyung still flirted with me.”

“That's because a collar would state that you're mine, not that you're off limits.” 

That statement had you scoffing and turning to him with furrowed brows and suspicion in your eyes. 

“You lost me there, how does it not?” 

“These guys are my brothers. We share everything.” he told you as if it wasn’t a big deal. You put the food back on the plate and brought the juice to your mouth to wash the sandwich down. 

“Everything?” 

“To a degree, sure.” he nodded, easily continuing: “You can be mine... and still be shared. If you do so desire.”

“I'm not a toy.” you should have sounded more indignant, but a pout was heavy on your lips.

“No. But you seem eager to be played with.”

Not that you were even entertaining this ludicrous idea, but– 

“How would that even work?” you asked, ignoring the small flip of your stomach. “I’m not about to ask you for permission to do anything with your members.”

“I’m not expecting you to.” he assured you, and surprisingly you felt a little better. “Who are you interested in, doll? Is it Tae?”

Hesitatingly, you said: “I mean, he’s cute but.”

“Yoongi?” he probed, raising an eyebrow. 

Your air intake was a little more breathy than you hoped for, which was a small giveaway to what you thought about Yoongi. You were clearly attracted to him, and his quiet ways and smirks were very intriguing to you. So while you couldn’t say you felt for him the same kind of want you had towards Hoseok, you also couldn’t lie and say you wouldn’t be interested. 

“Maybe.” you admitted. Kind of. It was hard not to squirm with all of the thoughts running through your head and Hoseok’s amused eyes didn’t help. “I don’t know! Ugh, I’ve never done the open thing you and Yoongi do.”

“That’s why I’m suggesting we do the half open thing.” he offered. 

“Explain.” 

You gave up on eating for the time being, back resting against the couch, body leaning slightly closer into his warmth. You just couldn’t help how you craved to be closer to him. Maybe you should have given Hoseok that morning kiss he wanted so bad. 

“I want you to be mine, doll. I want to be allowed to sleep in my bed, with you. I want to be able to kiss you good morning and fuck you goodnight.” when he spoke, you watched his heart-shaped lips move, with every word you wished to close the distance. “We can’t be a couple… Not in the way you’re used to, not with what I do. This is the best I can offer you.”

“I know that.”

“And I know for a fact that Yoongi is interested in you, too.” Hoseok took your hand that was resting on your thigh, holding it in his, softly running his thumb over your skin. “We thought it was obvious.”

“Well, it’s gobsmacking enough that one of you is interested in me, I’m not going to assume the two of you are.” you spoke softly, quietly, with a small grumble to your tone.

“Should I set you up with him?” Hoseok offered, and you could see it in his mischievous eyes that he was pretty serious, too. 

“Oh my god, stop it!” you had to bite your lips to stop the giddy grin that was trying to out you, but of course the man noticed.  

With a small squeeze to your hand, he asked: “What about me, hm?” he insisted softly, chin resting on your shoulder as you avoided looking into his pleading eyes. “Will you be mine?”

Your heart was trying to betray you by beating so loud he might have his answer. Your brain, however, wasn’t so sure. “You cannot do this to me right now, it’s too much. Can you… Give me time to think?”

“Of course, doll.” he agreed, but his lips touched your shoulder, inching closer and closer to your neck. “I miss kissing you. And touching you. I keep thinking that you’re in my bed every night, but I’m not doing anything about it.”

“I keep thinking about you, too.” you sighed, eyes closing as your head tipped slightly to the side. 

He hummed in agreement, lips finally reaching your neck. “I know. I can see the way you look at me.” he carried on covering your neck in kisses, nibbles and gentle licks that made you close your eyes and your breathing grow heavy. “How your body reacts when I’m touching you.”

“Hobi, please–”

He must have thought you were asking him to stop as he pulled away from you, which wasn’t really what you meant, but still safer than giving you what you were asking for. You needed to think about this. About the ramifications of getting involved with someone like Hoseok, a member of Bangtan. Would it put you in danger? Were you already in danger? Would the other members react to it negatively? If it didn’t work out, would living in the same house as him for the undetermined future make things awkward?

Could you be with him and not, eventually, love him? 

While he made it clear that you wouldn’t date, you weren’t sure your heart would agree with that long term. Clearly he had the intention of still hooking up with Yoongi, he even hinted that you could too; as the attraction was apparently mutual. But would he hook up with other girls too? Would he meet other people at their club and take them to the penthouse, just like he had done to you? 

It’s not as if you could go out and do the same when you were laying low for the time being. 

Belonging to Hoseok, whatever that meant, whatever that entailed, sounded fun, dangerous in the best way, and exactly what your body needed. But rationally speaking, was it the best idea? 

“Take as much time as you want, we’re not going anywhere.” he smiled softly, and you were sure it was supposed to be a reassuring statement, he wasn’t about to pressure you. But all it did was remind you that you were stuck there. 

“Thank you, Hobi.” 

To give him something, you pressed your lips to his cheek, almost on the corner of his mouth. It seemed to be enough for him. 

Breakfast was quiet after that, but the silence wasn’t awkward or heady. Hoseok ate and let out small noises of appreciation for the food as if he hadn’t just asked you to be his; in whatever way he was allowed to have you. 

About twenty minutes after the sandwiches were finished, you were skipping down the steps of the main staircase to go to the first floor in search of Jungkook. You didn’t quite know how to get to the backyard yet, so you had to use logic to reach it without needing to take a shortcut through one of the many rooms on the ground level. 

When you found the little hallway that led you straight to the sliding glass doors that separated the main house from the green and grassy yard, you saw exactly what you were expecting: A mint haired boy running around with a big, brown doberman.

“Morning, Kook.” you chirped with a big smile, closing the glass door behind you. “Is that Bamie?” 

“Hey, noona.” Jungkook stopped in the middle of the yard to wave at you with a boyish smile, and when the pup heard a new voice, Bam stopped what he was doing and took a protective stance in front of his owner. “Bam, down! You don’t have to protect me, she’s a friend.” 

You approached the two of them calmly, as you always did with dogs and animals that didn’t know you. Jungkook had told you that Bam was a really sweet dog, but you never knew what kind of reactions one might have when meeting new people. 

Bam didn’t growl or show you his teeth, however, and the closer you walked, the more he wagged his tail in curiosity. 

“Hi, baby.” you offered your hand for Bam to sniff, but he licked it right away and started to jump excitedly while letting out friendly barks. “Yes, I know, I know, you’re too cute, aren’t you?!” 

You gushed as you dropped to your knees on the grass and held his face between your hands. The vet in you couldn’t help but check the animal as he greeted you. Bam had nice and big paws, which made it seem like he should be a little bigger than he actually was. But his eyes were pretty and clear, his tongue and gums were of the right color and he seemed to move with no problem. 

“I like that you didn’t cut his ears or tail.” you told Jungkook, who was watching you and his dog interact while nibbling on his lip ring. 

“Ah, yeah, I didn’t like the idea of doing that to him.” Jungkook told you as he picked up Bam’s toy from the grass, which triggered the dog into running back to him. “He’s my baby.” 

“He’s even prettier in real life than he is in the pictures.” you got up onto your feet to walk to him, hands on your hips as you watched Jungkook throw the toy as far as he could and Bam chased after it. “You clearly take good care of him.” 

“But?” Jungkook offered you a soft smile, as if he knew there was something you weren’t telling him. 

“But… I’d like to watch him a little more closely. I think he should be a little heavier than he is. Doesn’t mean he’s underweight, but you said he was the runt, right?” you watched Bam lay on the grass with the toy between his teeth and couldn’t help but smile. Jungkook hummed in agreement, so you carried on: “That’s normal for those cases, I just want to make sure.” 

“Thank you, noona.” 

Jungkook really looked thankful and from the way he was looking at his dog, and how Bam rushed to the mint haired boy each time, you could tell they had a very special bond. 

You could see the kennel at the far end of the yard, where many pairs of eyes were watching you intently, some low growls and pointed ears. You knew better than to go near their space, as those were obviously guard dogs who hadn’t been properly introduced to you. As far as you knew, they were only let out to roam the grounds when it was late at night and everyone was already asleep, so you didn’t think you’d ever need to be presented to them as part of the house. 

As part of the ones they should protect.

Thankfully Bam was a lot nicer and not at all menacing with his golden eyes and cute face. 

Jungkook left you alone in the yard with Bam for a few minutes, as you threw the toy for Bam to fetch, even though you couldn’t fling it too far at all; sometimes you thought you heard the dog mock you with a bark that sounded a lot like a scoff. 

When he returned to the backyard, Jungkook had a ceramic bowl full of water and a few ice cubes for Bam, and two juice boxes for you and him. You held back a grin as the big bad Bangtan hitman liked juice boxes. 

The two of you sat side by side on the cool grass as you sipped on your juices and watched Bam make a mess while slurping his cold water. 

“I never apologized to you, noona.” he started, staring at the label on the box that looked surprisingly small between his fingers. 

“Apologize to me about what?” your head turned slightly to him as you slurped on the grape juice. 

“That night we met.”

“You mean the night you saved my life?” you chuckled, as it was hardly a thing he should apologize for. 

“I guess. I mean I know I did that– but I guess I also scared you.” Jungkook admitted and it was then that you understood. 

“I mean... just a little?” you couldn’t really lie and say that the way he got you wasn’t scary, you weren’t expecting another man –one you didn’t even know– to be in your bedroom. “But I would have been a lot more scared if those guys took me, so it’s fine.”

“Does that mean we can be friends?”

Jungkook turned to you with the doe eyes that looked a lot like Bam’s pleading ones. You had a tiny lump on your throat as you remembered the night you met, the fear and the anxiety being triggered the more you thought about it. And you could tell from Jungkook’s face that he saw it too, guilt behind his innocent eyes. 

In an attempt to soothe him, and distract yourself, you said: “I thought we already were?” 

“Oh. Okay.” it had him smiling and scrunching his nose cutely. “I'd like that. I don't have many friends besides the hyungs.”

“What about Yeonjun?” you asked, thinking back of the boy from the club, who you also saw that night where Dogsa members were trying to take you. 

“Ah, he's more like a work colleague? Sometimes I miss being friends with people who aren't in this life.” Jungkook admitted softly and something told you that it wasn’t something he’d openly tell to just anyone. 

“That makes sense.” you hoped your small smile was reassuring. 

“Don't get me wrong, I love the hyungs, and everyone else who is part of Bangtan, just…” he sighed, resting his juicebox on the grass as he plucked a tiny stick from between green leaves. “I miss going to the movies with a friend, you know? Or going out to grab a milkshake, or take Bam to the park.” 

“I can do all of that with you, if you want. Maybe not now, just in case, but yeah.” you offered, bumping your elbow against his heavily tattooed arm. “I need a friend, too.” 

“Sounds good, noona.”

There it was again, that happy smile, just because you agreed to be his friend. You might not know either of the men that well. Apart from Hoseok, you were still getting to know all of them on a personal level. But you guessed Jungkook was the most surprising of them all. 

Behind that muscular exterior made of colorful tattoos and piercings, there was an obviously sweet man who just wanted a friend. 

And friends took an interest in each other, so you hoped he wouldn’t find you being nosey as you wanted to know more about him:

“Can I ask how you joined Bangtan?” you were watching as Bam trotted closer and bumped his head against Jungkook’s on purpose, licking the man’s cheek and mouth as the boy tried to hold him back. 

You both laughed at the sweet puppy, who clearly thought he was exactly that, a puppy. Not this big dog that made you oof! when he dropped down next to –almost on top of– your legs to rest his head on Jungkook’s thigh. 

“I was scouted.” Jungkook told you in a baby voice as he played silly to make Bam wag his tail. 

“What does that mean?” you should be a little more serious about this subject, but you couldn’t help your giggle as you watched Jungkook and Bam interact. 

“You know when pretty people get seen in the street and scouts ask them to do an audition to become models or actors and shit?” Jungkook raised his face to look at you, hair a little messy and covering his eyes, making your fingers twitch to push it away. “It was kinda the same thing.”

“Did Bangtan invite you to join for your pretty face?” you cocked your head to the side as you looked him over. 

“Oh, I didn't have anything to offer the hyungs back then, but I guess they saw potential.” he shrugged with a tiny grin. 

“The hyungs?”

You had to move your empty juice box out of the way when Bam rolled on his back in the grass, wiggling his big body and wailing his long paws as he tried to move closer to you now, after more pats and pets. 

“Namjoon hyung, Seokjin hyung, Yoongi hyung.” he explained, rubbing Bam’s tummy as you scratched under the dog’s chin. “They are like the founding fathers of Bangtan. I grew up in a very poor family, I guess almost all of us did. Rough neighborhood, if you didn't steal, people stole from you. I was about to get into the wrong shit and the hyungs caught me before I could mess up my life really bad.” 

You were so used to thinking about Bangtan as this rich gang who lived in a mansion, had a private chef and sports cars, and most likely owned half of Gwangju, that it was weird to think about their past like that, but it made sense. 

They didn’t just exist, the seven men worked hard for everything they had today. And maybe your moral compass really was messed up, as you felt a little proud of them, blindly ignoring just how many people had to get hurt for them to rise to power. 

“They asked you to join them?”

“Pretty much.” Jungkook nodded, looking at your face as he continued: “I was only 16 back then, so my role was a bit amiss. I obviously couldn't do what I do today–”

“You got all the muscles now, huh.” you teased with a laugh, squeezing his tattooed bicep, feeling him flex under your touch. 

Jungkook mimicked your laugh but couldn’t hold your eye contact anymore, deflecting: “I guess. But yeah, I've been with Bangtan my whole life, practically. I owe my life to them in many ways.”

“I'm sure they feel the same way about you. I definitely do.” 

“You should thank Hobi hyung, too. He's the one who sent me after you.” the mint haired boy was obviously really fond of Hoseok. “Anybody else might not want to get involved with Dogsa shit.”

“Is there really that much bad blood between Bangtan and Dogsa?” this was a subject you were more than a little interested in, as you were basically in the middle of the two. 

“Dogsa are bitter that we have the biggest cut of the market now. The best paying customers. Best suppliers. And we took it from them.” Jungkook spoke a little quieter and you could guess why. Maybe Bangtan didn’t want you to know about their business. Not that you blamed them, really, you were an outsider. But you were glad Jungkook trusted you enough to answer your questions. “I guess they still have the biggest market when it comes to– y’know. What they were going to do with you.”

“Yeah.” you sighed. “Selling people.” 

“Don’t you think just watching her is a little creepy?” 

Yoongi’s voice, way closer than it needed to be, when Hoseok hadn’t even heard the other man approaching in the first place, made Hoseok jump. 

He was inside his bedroom, standing in front of the big glass windows as he stared at the view outside. The view, or you running around in the backyard underneath. 

Hoseok couldn’t be blamed, really, as you just looked like you were having so much fun throwing a frisbee around with Jungkook and Bam. He just couldn’t help but watch you, with a smile and laugh of his own as the scene looked so natural that it felt like you belonged there. 

That you belonged here. In this house. With him. 

“As long as she doesn’t notice it, it’s not creepy.” Hoseok mused, body relaxing as Yoongi’s arms slithered around his torso and the older man rested his chin atop his shoulder so they could both look at you together. 

“Actually, I think that’s what makes it creepy.” Yoongi was chuckling in that gravely way of his that made Hoseok look to the side and lick his own lips out of habit. “Did you ask her, yet?” 

“No, not yet.” Hoseok was shaking his head, leaning in closer to Yoongi, only to have the older man pull back and away. 

“Changed your mind?” the hyung had a small smile on his lips, one that hid too many emotions, but Hoseok could name every single one of them. 

“You know I didn’t.” turning his back to the glass and leaning against it, Hoseok continued: “We talked about something else this morning. She was mad at me for claiming her without letting her know.”

Yoongi’s smile only grew and merged into a laugh as he teased: “As she should! That was messed up, Seok.”

“I know, I didn’t mean it to be that serious.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, throwing a look over his shoulder to where you now laid on the grass with Bam attacking you with licks. “Just needed to send a message to the maknaes.”

“Sorry to break it to you, darling, but I don’t think it worked.” Yoongi mused, following his line of sight. 

“Yeah, she said the same thing.” Hoseok looked at the older man again when he added: “But I’ll talk to her about it tonight, I promise.”

“Thank you. I’ve been very patient with you.” Yoongi trailed off, still looking out the window. “It’s almost like you want to keep her all to yourself.”

“Not going to say I wasn’t tempted.”

The admission made Yoongi scoff, which Hoseok understood. 

But Yoongi didn’t know you, not really. He didn’t yet know how sweet and funny you were, or how brave and obstinate, or how kind. So Hoseok didn’t blame himself on selfishly keeping you to himself for as long as he could as he knew that the moment Yoongi got to know you, he’d want you just as badly as Hoseok wanted you. 

And when you hadn’t given him a proper answer this morning, about whether or not you wanted to be his, it was easy for the voices of insecurities in his head to tell him that you might just as well pick Yoongi over him. Or Taehyung. Or even Jungkook. 

He never knew himself to be a jealous guy, God knows he could see Yoongi –his most stable hookup– go home with other guys or girls every now and then and not feel bothered. 

You were different, he supposed. 

“I assume you’ll spend the night here, tonight?” Yoongi asked as his eyes returned to the younger man. 

“If she lets me.” he chuckled in response. 

“Alright.” Yoongi nodded, taking a step closer and touching the side of Hoseok’s face. He leaned closer and pressed their lips together, but before Hoseok could try and get some more, he spoke again: “Hyung and Joonah are waiting for you in the office. Seemed important.”

“And you tell me this now?” 

Hoseok hissed and grabbed Yoongi by the sides of his hips, pressing their lips together a little harder, feeling Yoongi smirk against his mouth. Letting go of the hyung, Hoseok left his bedroom –and the very pretty man– behind to cross the long hallway in rushed steps. 

After knocking on the heavy door of Namjoon’s office, he was called in by the leader himself. Namjoon was sitting behind his mahogany desk, as Seokjin was lounging on one of the two chairs that faced it. The hyung was sitting a little hunched, and in bad posture after being in front of a computer all day. Namjoon, on the other hand, was sitting perfectly straight. 

“What’s up? I feel like I was just called into the principal’s office.” Hoseok laughed, joking to break the ice. 

“You’re not the one in trouble.” Namjoon pointed to the empty chair for Hoseok to join them. “Not yet, at least.” 

“Great.” 

Hoseok sat down on the deceivingly comfortable armchair, leaning back and spreading his legs in an attempt to fake relaxation. Gone were the days he felt scared about being called into the leader’s office, back when he was still proving himself and fighting for his spot within Bangtan, right after he left Dogsa. 

But this still felt like dejavú, as two of the three founding members of their gang were studying him with such burning gazes. 

Never one to want to waste time, Namjoon voiced:

“What exactly do you know about this girl?”

Of course. Hoseok should have guessed Namjoon would have called him here to talk about you. And the fact that Seokjin joined this impromptu meeting made it easy to guess that their hyung had finished his sweep on your background and devices. 

Maybe this was one of the reasons Hoseok felt so protective of you; you were clearly a victim in all of this, yet you still had to prove yourself, too. 

“Just what she told you last night. That she was raised by her grandma, doesn’t remember her parents. Went to Jeonnam High School for girls, then vet school.” Hoseok recounted. “I know she lived in that house her whole life, so she’s always been in Dogsa territory, I guess.” 

Both men looked at each other then, as if having a silent conversation, as if Hoseok wasn’t right there. 

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Hoseok pressed.  

“She lives in a ghost house.” Seokjin was the one to provide, not waiting for Namjoon’s nod of agreement. “It’s encrypted, technically it should not exist. It's not in the city plans, it’s not even listed.”

Hoseok knew what that meant, their penthouse, and the Bangtan mansion were both the same way. It was easier to stay under the radar like that. It obviously didn’t make the locations invisible, just easier to ignore. 

“I was able to get her thumbprint from our system at S7VEN, along with her ID information to look into her.” Seokjin continued and Hoseok felt a lump forming in his throat. “I found nothing.”

“That's good right? Nothing bad means–”

“No, Hobah. I found nothing.” Jin insisted. “No trace of her at all, nowhere. It's like she never existed, she's been completely wiped out.”

“What about her job?” Namjoon was the one to ask, as if that just crossed his mind. 

“Records say she quit.” the hyung carried on, looking from one man to the other. “Paid up to not have to work through the notice and everything.”

“How is that possible?” the cogs in Hoseok’s brain were turning, thoughts running a mile a minute as he tried to recall everything he knew about Dogsa from the years he was part of it. 

“Her bank account, credit cards, everything has been canceled and cleared, to the point not even I could find any crumbs.” Seokjin continued, sorrowful. “I’m still rolling a program, but it’s heavy and it will take a couple of days to give me a report, but it’s not looking good.”

“You think Dogsa did it?” Hoseok concluded. 

Wiping you out, removing every trace of you, made you vulnerable. Easier for the gang to take you, no one would miss you. Even if people who knew you looked for you, they would come out short. No missing people reports could be made about a person who didn’t exist. 

This new development also left you stuck. You had nowhere to go, no documents, no identification number, no money to your name. Your degree, school grades, dental records. Everything was gone. It was worse than being dead. It’s like you were never born. 

“It's a possibility.” Namjoon leaned back against the desk chair, rolling his neck as if he was feeling stiff. “They either know something about her that we don't and want to keep it that way, or they wiped her off before their attempt to take her.”

“They probably had a new identity for her, new documents, a new name, passport, etc.” Seokjin explained what Hoseok already guessed. 

“Dogsa doesn't do any of that before they have a buyer, though.” Hoseok argued. It was common for the gang to give their victims a new name, new fake documents, it was part of the selling and buying business. But not before they had a plan for them. 

“That's something else hyung found. We know who she was being sold to.” Namjoon told him, picking up a pen on the top of his desk to fiddle with. 

“And?” Hoseok turned to the man in question. “You know, I really fucking hate this suspense.”

“She was being sold to the Wangs in China.” 

“What the fuck?” Hoseok gasped, a dull pang being born on his temple. “Why would a Chinese magnate be interested in a random girl from Gwangju? This is making even less sense–”

“Maybe we should worry a little less about her and a little more about the fact that Dogsa clearly has a connection to the Chinese mafia.” Namjoon sighed, which explained his own worries. “If they’re coming for us, we don’t stand a chance.”

“And if we have something that belongs to them…” Seokjin added carefully, eyes lowering behind his glasses. 

The idea of you being shipped off to China, scared and alone, made Hoseok’s blood boil. The image of the Wangs coming after you, trying to take you from them, from him, made him not want to let you out of his sight. 

“She doesn’t belong to them.” 

Despite what the AI in Hoseok’s bedroom had stated this morning, rain started falling over the house almost as soon as night fell. It made you laugh to yourself, as the artificial intelligence might be smart and practical, but it still didn’t know everything about nature. 

You always liked the rain and thunderstorms; even as a kid it always brought you a great sense of peace. For that very reason, you chose to leave the curtains open all the way tonight, allowing you to watch the water drip from the large floor to ceiling windows and the flashes of light that would sometimes light up the sky and the dimly lit bedroom. 

It must be close to midnight and you were already tucked into bed, with one of Hoseok’s books on your lap and the soft yellow light from the bedside was illuminating the words on the paper, but you weren’t paying much attention to it. Much preferring to look out the window and watch the rain, or the half naked man walking around inside the bedroom. 

“Nice shower?” you asked Hoseok as he walked out of the ensuite bathroom, droplets of shower-water still clinging to his bare torso as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his slender hips. 

“Would have been better if you were there.” the man sighed dramatically, which made you roll your eyes as a smile threatened to break into your face.

“Maybe next time.” 

You sat up a little more as your gaze followed Hoseok to the closet you now shared, watching as he left the doors open and turned the light on inside, allowing you to see him better. 

This wasn’t a rare sight, as Hoseok always showered before bed, and always chose his outfit for the following day, usually bringing it into Yoongi’s bedroom if he had to leave home early for any kind of work he had to do. 

You never asked him about it, but you were always curious. 

“What’s your favorite color, doll?” he asked from the inside of the closet and you could see him standing in front of the wall of shirts and jackets, hands on his hips. 

“Purple.” 

“Ah. I don’t think I have any purple shirts.” he thought out loud and you heard him move the hangers around. Stepping out of the closet, Hoseok showed you two shirts; both too fancy for a regular job day. “Do you like either of these?” 

One of the shirts was a black, YSL piece with the print of a woman at the front; the other was a white button up that looked to be three sizes bigger than him. 

“The black one.” you picked and he nodded, hanging the chosen piece on a hook behind the door. 

“Do you have a cocktail dress?” Hoseok was asking from the inside of the closet again. 

“Yes, the Dior one you gave me.” you frowned, not really sure where he was going with this. 

“I’ll get you a new one.” 

That had you closing the book you were not-reading, as Hoseok turned the lights off in the closet and walked out, closing the doors behind him. 

“Have I been invited to another Bangtan dinner?” 

“You’re invited to all of them, doll.” the man had an easy smile on his pretty lips as he crossed the bedroom and skipped the steps to reach the bed platform, uncaring of the haphazardly tied towel around himself. “But this time I’m the one taking you to dinner.”

Your stomach did a little flip at the news because 1) a dinner date with Hoseok was exciting, and 2) it was a chance for you to get out of the mansion after being cooped up for a week. 

“Are you, now?” you grinned, hoping your excitement wasn’t plastered on your face. 

“Yep.” he nodded, sitting in front of you on the bed as his legs were resting on the edge. The towel keeping him covered was barely covering anything so you challenged yourself to keep your eyes on his face. 

“You know, you’re really bad at asking for things.” you pointed out and Hoseok’s smile dropped. 

You could read it in his face, the way his eyes twitched and realization hit him all at once. He must have remembered your talk from this morning, as you gave him a hard time for not asking you to wear his claim. Just like he wasn’t asking you to go to dinner with him. 

“I– okay, I’m sorry–” 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” you smiled and he sighed in relief, albeit trying to feign annoyance. “Who knew I could make Jung Hoseok squirm?” 

“You know what, you can stay home and–” 

“Stoooop, please take me!” you giggled, reaching for his arm before he could walk away. “I would love to have dinner with you.” 

“Gimme a kiss, then.” Hoseok asked, gaze dropping to your lips as he leaned closer, but not all the way. 

“Blackmailing me for a kiss?” you squinted your eyes at him, but moved your face closer to his anyway. “I see how it is.” 

You were both smiling softly as your lips pressed against his. The kiss was just that, the touching of your mouths, nothing more, nothing less. It was still enough to light a fire within you, but you tried not to let it show how denying him this morning was a really hard thing to do. 

“Can I sleep here tonight?” Hoseok asked as he pulled away from you, hiding a yawn behind his hand and rubbing his eyes. 

“Are you really asking me if you can sleep in your own bedroom?” you nibbled on your bottom lip, a little guilty that you were taking his bed. 

“I’m asking if you mind if I sleep next to you.” he explained. “I’m not pushing you to give me an answer to what I asked you earlier. Just want to stay next to you.”

You were nodding before agreeing, which was easy enough to do when Hoseok looked soft, hair starting to dry in odd angles, and he smelled of citrussy shampoo and floral soap:

“That would be okay with me.” 

“Thank you, doll.” Hoseok smiled back at you, leaning in once more to kiss your cheek. 

It was sweet and innocent and totally unfair to the poor heart in your chest. 

You placed his book back onto the bedside table and Hoseok got up from the bed to circle it and reach the other side. You watched him amusedly, still wrapped with a towel, as he untucked the end of the sheets keeping the other half of the bed made. 

“What are you doing–” you yelped and covered your eyes as Hoseok pulled the towel apart and let it drop to the floor. 

“I sleep better naked.” he explained, and you could sense the smirk behind his words, even if you weren’t looking at it. 

The bed dipped next to you and you heard shuffling around. When you peeked from behind your hands, Hoseok was already covered; the sheets resting just under his arm as he laid on his side, with his back to you. 

You didn’t buy that act for a single minute as you doubted that organization freak Hoseok would just drop his wet towel on the floor and leave it there all night. With an incredulous shake of your head, you turned to the opposite side, with your back toward him and turned the light on the bedside off. 

You mumbled a soft good night, slipping deeper under the covers to watch the rain falling outside. You were willing sleep to come, trying to tame the butterflies in your stomach that were more than happy about your dinner plans and the very attractive, and very naked man laying in bed with you. 

In his defense, Hoseok did wait a little before making his move. 

His bed was so sturdy that it didn’t even creak when he rolled to the other side and the only way you noticed his movement was when you felt his warmth on your back, an arm wrapping around your middle as his face hid in the back of your neck. You were frozen for a few seconds, not wanting to wake him up in case those were natural moves from someone in deep sleep. 

Maybe Hoseok was cuddly in his sleep. You had no way of knowing, since you hadn’t shared a bed that night you met at the club, and ever since you’ve been living in the mansion he stayed with Yoongi. 

But then the rest of his body wrapped itself around you, his hand laying flat on your stomach, and there was no way he was already sleeping. Hoseok’s nose dragged against your neck, so slowly and teasingly that it covered you in shivers and made your breathing drop. 

The bed was big enough so that you could move away from him, should you want to, should you not want this. Instead, you pushed back against him, giving in to your urges and desires, wishing to feel more of him. The large shirt you wore to sleep wasn’t enough to keep your legs from touching his, and it rode up to bunch above your hips as your ass pressed against Hoseok’s crotch. 

You could feel a firmness pressing back into you and Hoseok’s dragged sigh as he whispered:

“Please tell me you’re awake.” 

“Do you usually grope sleeping people?” was your hushed reply, one that made him chuckle against your neck. 

“Only if you’re into it.” Hoseok hugged you closer, his front completely stuck to your back. 

“I might be into it.” the little whine that left your lips was small and shy, contrasting to the way you rolled your hips to feel more of him in a moment of weakness. 

“I might be into you.” the man groaned, arms tight around you as one of his hands sneaked higher on your body, resting just under your breasts. 

“Hobi–”

“I know you think you're doing the right thing by not giving in…” Hoseok cut you off, low tone extremely convincing to your boneless body and sleep-numb brain. “But Yoongi knows I'm here. He knows how I feel about him, and how I feel about you.” 

“God, why is this so hard.” you groaned, hiding your face on your pillow but not pulling away from the man’s wondrous hands. 

“Your ass is literally pressed against it–” to confirm his words, Hoseok pushed his hips into yours, the firmness you missed rubbing against your cheeks. 

You giggled, feeling his smile grow against your neck. “Not this…” you clarified, even if you knew he knew what you meant. “Resisting you. I don't want to anymore.”

“Then don’t.” Hoseok almost whined, squeezing you into his arms one more time before letting his arms loosen. “Doll, look at me.”

You were conflicted; you’ve seen the way Yoongi and Hoseok interacted, the way they looked at each other. You’ve seen the way Yoongi looked at Hoseok. You didn’t want to meddle and insert yourself into a narrative that didn’t belong to you, you didn’t want to hurt anyone, or end up hurting yourself. 

But there were just so many advances you could dodge when Hoseok clearly wanted you as much as you wanted him. And if Yoongi knew what was happening and didn’t mind it… Would it really be so wrong? 

Deciding you could deal with your guilty conscience later, you did as Hoseok asked and turned around in his arms to look at him. 

The pitter-patter of the rain falling outside was relaxing, the garden lights outside and the occasional lightning in the distance were enough to bask the bedroom in enough clarity for you to see the perfect shape of Hoseok’s face, his lowered gaze and blown out pupils. 

Just as you were looking at him, Hoseok was looking at you, making your heart race when he praised lowly:

“You are so beautiful, doll.” his arms wrapped around you once more, gently pulling you into his intoxicating embrace, surrounding you in his natural musk. 

“I’m already agreeing to this,” you joked in an attempt to find any way to ground yourself. Your hands rested atop the planes of his chest; so warm you had no idea how he wasn’t sweating under the covers yet. “There’s no need to butter me up.” 

Hoseok playfully rolled his eyes as one of his hands pressed firmly against your back, between your shoulder blades to pull you into him. The other made its way to the side of your face, warm against your heating cheek as his thumb traced your bottom lip. The calloused pad of his finger dragged your bottom lip until you were parting your mouth for him and your tongue slipped out to lick at it. 

His groan was deliciously low, sending waves of arousal through you, making you squirm and press your legs together. 

“Hoseok.” you whispered and it sounded like a whimper. “I can’t take this anymore. Please.” 

Hoseok’s chest filled with pride as you were begging him to do something, to touch you, to give you what you needed. He wanted to play with you longer, tease you and make you really crave the shit out of him, just like you’ve been doing to him for the past week or so. You really had no idea how hard it was for him to have you in his bed for days on end and not be allowed to do anything. 

But the more he tortured you, the longer he took, the harder it was for him as well. So Hoseok was done waiting, no longer able to resist being so close to you and not do anything about it. 

His hand slipped to the back of your neck to hold your face in place when he made his advance, parted lips colliding with yours in a bruising pace as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your gasp was soft as your fingers flexed on his chest, nails scratching at his skin. You felt so pliant in the way you allowed him to kiss you deep and hard, lips smacking as you followed his lead, tongues swirling together after what felt like ages of pent up want. 

You scooted a little closer to him, pressing your soft, clothed breasts to his chest, arms circling his neck as he took your pillowy bottom lip between his teeth. Hoseok wasn’t a particularly gentle lover, but you didn’t seem to mind it as he bit down on the plush meat, moaning from the inflicted pain. 

When your delicate fingers slipped into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, he was gone. 

Hoseok laid his back against his mattress, realizing his sheets smelled so much like you that it made him feel drunk. Strong arms dragged you along to have you laying on top of him; body molding to his as you straddled him immediately at the change in position. 

“God, you’re so hard.” you mumbled against his jaw as strong hands took hold of your hips to position you properly. You could feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh; firm and slightly wet as he leaked against your skin. 

“I can’t take all the credit for that one.” even his chuckle sounded fucked out as his hands slipped down your tighs, only to make their way back and under your sleep shirt. The firm squeeze to your ass cheeks made you gasp and push your ass against his touch. “You’ve been driving me crazy since I saw you at the club.” 

“Don’t you mean since Yoongi saw me?” you teased, dragging your lips down his neck as you swiveled your hips to rub your clothed pussy against his hardness. You guided your kisses to his collarbones, teeth nipping at his skin as his chest rose and fell underneath you. “Maybe it should be his cock that I’m about to suck.” 

“You– fuck.” whatever complaint Hoseok had died on his tongue, only groans and moans of his own coming out of his mouth as he realized where you were headed. 

His hands kept roaming your body as you kissed his. Your eyes were used to the semi-darkness by now, studying his every reaction to what you were doing to him. You noticed how he liked it when you dragged your teeth over his skin, and how his breath got caught in his throat whenever you found an unnatural mark on his body, kissing his scars with gentleness and adoration. 

As your lips found his brown, pebbled nipples, you let your tongue slip out of your mouth to circle it slowly; not really expecting him to be sensitive, but enjoying hearing his groans just the same. Your hand slipped between your bodies, finding his heavy cock laying on top of his lean stomach, fingers wrapping around it to feel its weight and girth. 

“This okay?” you asked him through fluttering lashes, giving his cock a small tug to pull more obscenities from his red bitten lips. 

“Are you going to finally show me what that pretty mouth can do?” he challenged with an arched brow. 

You only nodded, butterflies wings fluttering in your tummy as Hoseok’s arms raised and he placed his hands behind his head, parting his legs as an invitation, giving you space to settle between his knees. 

You couldn’t say you had many skills in life, didn’t know how to change a flat tire or bake homemade bread. But you did know how to use your mouth and with how much you denied Hoseok up until this point, you could tell he had an edge to him he didn’t have that night after the club. 

Even if you were sure he’d been fucking Yoongi regularly while you denied him, it didn’t diminish how much he wanted you. And for that you wanted to reward him. 

You kneeled between his legs, throwing your hair back and out of the way, small hand still holding onto his hard cock as it twitched away in your palm. So much pre-cum was dribbling down from his slit that your thumb swiped at it in circles, making Hoseok’s hips jolt, but if it was too much, he didn’t complain. Still, you were a little more careful as you rubbed his tip against your palm, closing your fist around it with flicks of your wrist as you leaned your face closer to his crotch. 

You parted your mouth and stuck your tongue out, giving his shaft little kitten licks as you mouthed at him and traced the fat veins around his cock. The higher you moved, the louder he got, moaning shamelessly as your hand dragged lower and your mouth met his glistening, engorged tip. 

You gave it a tiny kiss, staining your lips with his lubricant, making Hoseok sit up a little more and reach for your face with his hand. 

“Not the time to act cute, doll.” he warned; voice slightly harsh, but the caresses on your cheek was soft. “I’m about to go mad if you don’t give me something.” 

You pushed your lips out in a pout, feigning innocence when your eyes were wicked. You rubbed your cheek against Hoseok’s palm, slow blinking to tease him further. And it was clearly working as his smooth forehead wrinkled and he licked between his lips, the cock in your hand feeling as hard as a rock. 

“Remember what I told you that night?” you asked quietly, holding his cock up and towards your face. 

“Baby, I don’t remember my own name right now–” he wheezed, thighs trembling slightly as he fought for self control. 

With a hum, you added: “I’m sure it will be the only name I’ll remember by the end of the night.” you raised your body on your knees and free hand, finding Hoseok’s lips with your own. You didn’t kiss him, but mumbled against his mouth: “But what I meant is… Remember I can take it, yeah?” 

Understanding came in the form of a sly little smirk as Hoseok leaned back again, palms flat on the mattress as you lowered yourself. Your mouth was parted and your tongue was out as you looked at the man’s sharp features, gaze stuck on your lips as you swirl your tongue around his tip. Hoseok’s taste was strong and slightly salty on your tongue, definitely something you could get used to, something you could already see yourself craving. 

It was when your lips wrapped around his cockhead that his head rolled backwards, elongating his gorgeous neck that started to get a little flushed. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave his tip a few sucks, moving your tongue around the smooth mushroom tip, teasing his slit in careful and slow drags. 

“Shit, that’s so good.” he praised, a little more to himself than for your ears to pick up, but it still spurred you on to take more of his cock into your mouth. “Fuck, doll, just like that–” 

You only hummed as you relaxed your jaw, lips tight against his shaft as you pushed more and more of him down your tongue, until it ticked the back of your throat. You were breathing slowly through your nose, licking him however you were able to, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his firm grip on the back of your neck. 

“You love to choke on a fat cock, don’t you, pretty doll?” Hoseok sounded breathless, raspy and gone; His fingers were flexing on your nap encouragingly, but he never forced you down. 

With your mouth full of his cock, you couldn’t answer him with words, but your ragged breath was reply enough as you held the air in your lungs and forced your tight throat to open up to take him in. Your eyes filled with water, blurring your vision as you sunk impossibly low, swallowing around him before you needed to pull back and suck in a breath. 

Hoseok’s eyes were devilish as his dick slipped out of your mouth, covered in your saliva and his own pre-cum. Your lips were shining with spit, slightly swollen as your chest heaved. His free hand pushed your hair out of your face, a few strands were sticking to your sweaty forehead already. 

“You’re doing so well, baby.” there it was, the new term of endearment that made your heart skip a beat. “Put it back in your mouth.” 

“Yes, sir.”

You did as he asked, settling comfortably in your elbows as you pushed him past your lips again. Your movements were shallow as you focused on his tip, giving it little suckles and licks, swallowing every drop he was giving you. Spit was soon escaping from the corners of your mouth and you used it to make the slip of your hand a little faster, stroking whatever you weren’t swallowing down. 

Hoseoks’s moans went straight to your pussy every time, making you clench around nothing, wishing to have his fingers buried into your cunt instead of in your hair. The sting in your scalp was nice regardless and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed from the way your own hips were twitching and your thighs were pressing together. 

“Relax your jaw for me– oh, that’s it, fuck.” 

Hoseok gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding your head up and down his cock. You were still sucking him off and covering your teeth with your lips as he lost control, bobbing your head up and down his cock, sputtering quietly each time he rubbed the back of your throat. 

Not needing to use your hands anymore, as Hoseok fucked your mouth, you reached for the heavy balls between his legs, feeling them clench in your palm, drawing up the closer he got to his orgasm. Just like you wanted him to, Hoseok wasn’t being careful with you, a slightly bruising pace that made your jaw ache and that would leave you with a sore throat come sunrise, but he seemed focused on taking everything your mouth was willing to give him. 

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” he warned with a dry throat and jumble words. “And you’re gonna fucking swallow it all like my good little doll.” 

Between squeezes to his sac and swallowing around his pulsating cock, you watched as his body trembled, thighs shaking on either side of you. His hips were trusting up and down in sloppy movements as he lost control. It was the long, scratchy moan and the tightening of his fingers around your hair that told you his end was near. 

Hoseok stilled completely and you shoved him deeper into your awaiting mouth, almost choking up as the first string of his cum filled you up. It kept shooting out of him as he moaned praises around your name, clenching stomach rising and falling with every breath he fought for. 

You kept swallowing, using your hand to hold him up and gently squeeze; the more you drank around him, the more he had to give you, it seemed. Only as Hoseok’s cock started to soften, his back hit the mattress and he stared at the ceiling, running a tired hand over his sweaty face. You cleaned him up with your lips, stopping when he winced in oversensitivity, wanting nothing more than to climb his body and cuddle up to him. 

“How was that?” you grinned, despite your weird voice, as his eyebrows were kissing high up in his forehead. “Worth the wait?” 

“Fuck, don’t make me wait again–”

Hoseok looked panicked for a second, making you giggle as his arms reached for you. He pulled you into his chest, but before you could complain about his sweaty skin, or ask him to return the favor, an incessant beeping filled the room. 

It sounded like an alarm you’d have on your phone, but from the way Hoseok jolted up into a seating position, almost dragging you with him, you knew something was wrong. Worry was evident in his eyes and a chill ran down your spine as he leaped out of bed to reach his phone on the bedside table. 

“What’s that?” you asked as your heart now beat fast for a completely different reason. 

“Not something good.” he told you while turning the lights of the bedroom on at once and without warning, unlocking his phone with a pale face. “That’s the emergency line.”