Stuck In Between | ot7 | Three

 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: You’re seeing green… And someone else will, too. Mention of blood and attempted kidnap. 

All you saw were long fingers and firm hands touching your naked body, from a man with heart-shaped lips and warm eyes. All you felt was hot white pleasure, threatening to burn you, to burst out of you in gushes. You were almost there, just needed a little more… One more kiss, one more touch. 

Harder. Faster. Rougher. 

You were getting annoyed, groans mixing with your need to cum. You could almost feel it too, approaching lazily but steadily, just as his cock finally hit that sweet spot and you–

The loud noise of glass breaking and shattering made you spring awake with the desperate thought of ‘someone is in the house’. It wasn’t your first time thinking that, but when you chucked the noises off to the neighborhood cat, this time around, the very wide man leaning over you as you laid in bed was impossible to justify. 

A scream was ready to tear from your throat when a warm hand covered your mouth. Your heart was still trying to leap out of your chest as your sleepy brain tried to catch up with what the hell was going on, you started flailing around, trying to push him off as hard as you could, when you heard the hushed words:

“Shhhh! Hey! Hoseok sent me!” 

It wasn’t a plausible explanation, nor did it make any sense, but the new heavy sound of something being dropped on the first floor of your small home had you a little preoccupied. Making sure you weren’t about to scream anymore, the man took his hand away from your mouth and pushed away from you, just enough so you could recognize him. 

You remembered seeing him that night at the club, the guy with the mint green hair, piercings and Louis Vuitton shirt. This time he was clad in all black and his big, round eyes made him seem almost innocent, which was whiplash enough. 

“I need you to hide.” the man spoke in a new whisper, and your instincts told you to trust him. However momentarily.

Not that you had much of a choice, as heavy footsteps and hushed voices were rapidly coming up the stairs, giving you just enough time to rush out of bed and reach your closet door as you heard a new voice coming from the outside:

“We’ll just grab her and go, keep the car–” the voice was chilling and it made you freeze as your bedroom door was pushed open at once. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

Your blood ran cold, eyes wide as your stomach threatened to get rid of your dinner one way or another. 

“You’re coming with us.” a second man pushing into your room was bigger, bald, and with what looked like a tattoo on his face. 

"That's not gonna happen, buddy." Mint Boy said as he leaped from the side of your bed, where he had been hiding. 

The Bangtan member was drowning in oversized clothes, but he moved fast and obviously had muscles as he jumped on the bed and threw a leg out, hitting the first man square in the face with the sole of his heavy boot. 

The shock of finding out that you weren't alone in your room only lasted for a few seconds before the two men sprung into action; the one hit in the face was stumbling before lunging for Mint Boy, and the second one went after you. 

Your frozen state was replaced by a rush of adrenaline as you managed to step into the closet with not a moment to spare. The man still tried to stick his hand through the crack in the closet door to try and pull it open, hissing pain as it got stuck between the door and the frame. 

“Now, now, let’s leave the lady out of this–” Mint Boy sounded strained, but close, and you assumed he was the one to pull the big man away so you could shut yourself inside the closet that was as big as a shower stall. 

Your whole body was shaking, you had no fucking clue what was going on in general and while you were glad you weren’t able to see what was going on outside of the closet, you could take a guess. You could hear the muffled noise of fists hitting muscle, things being thrown around and breaking, curse words and pained grunts. 

You couldn’t stay there all night, two huge guys against one hardly seemed like a fair fight, and if they were after you, they’d be getting into the closet any time now. You were definitely smaller, so maybe you could make a run for it, maybe slip between the two, try to make it to the front door.

Assuming there weren’t more of them around.

"Shit–" 

You cursed to yourself as you realized you left your phone at your bedside table, connected to the charger, so you couldn’t –call the police– use the flashlight to see anything around you. The moonlight coming in from your open blinds was hardly enough to seep through the crack under the closet door to help you see more than a palm in front of your face. 

You got onto your knees, as the world swirled around you and had to close your eyes not to pass out at once, patting the floor until you felt your sneakers and awkwardly shoved your feet into it. 

A loud bang on the door, as if something heavy was just thrown against it, made you cry out and jump, but then everything went silent. Eerily so. 

This is it, you thought to yourself, about to reach for a hanger to use it as a weapon when the voice you heard didn’t belong to the two men who were so clearly trying to take you somewhere you most definitely did not want to go. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Mint Boy was knocking at the door, as if you were the one to worry about. “You can come out now, just– Maybe don’t look down?” 

You didn’t move, scared out of your mind that your brain was playing tricks on you and you weren’t actually supposed to come out yet. Your arms were wrapped around yourself instinctively and you pressed yourself against the far wall of the closet, hangers and clothes poking the back of your head. 

Your heart was on your throat, your hands were clammy and shaky when the door of the closet was gently pried open and you saw Mint Boy’s face through the crack. 

“Hi.” he spoke softly, as he would to a terrified child; which you guessed is what you looked like. “Everything is okay out here… But, uh, I don’t know if they called backup, so–” 

“Okay, yeah.” you nodded, accepting his tattooed hand as it was offered to you. 

Maybe it was supposed to bring you some sort of comfort, but it didn’t. You didn’t think anything could do that to you right now, as you walked out from hiding in the closet, stumbling on the two bodies thrown on the floor of your bedroom. You were already looking down with wide eyes and mouth agape, when Mint Boy squeezed your hand. 

“Hey, don’t look.” you found his eyes in a rush, much preferring to look at them. 

But you had seen enough; you’d seen the tattoo of a snake on the side of the bald man’s face, you saw his lifeless eyes staring into nothing, you saw the lump on his neck as it was bent in an unnatural position. 

Did the hand you were holding do that? 

That was a question you couldn’t deal with right now, you just wanted to leave. While you also wanted to stay. This was your home, where the hell were you even going? 

You felt numb, like your body wasn’t your own, like you were just mindlessly floating. But it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, far from it. Your heart had practically stopped altogether at this point, as your stomach was in knots, there was a huge lump on your throat and your mouth felt dry as if you were eating sand. 

You only realized you were outside of your house when the street lamp made your eyes flinch with the new brightness and you saw yet another man who was familiar to you coming up the path of your front yard as Mint Boy led you out. 

“Yeonjun?!” you gasped as you remembered the boy from the bar at S7VEN. 

“Oh, it’s you! Hi!” the man smiled at you, but schooled his face as he looked at the man who was still holding your hand. “Hey, boss. Want me to drive her to the safe house?” 

“Hoseok hyung said to bring her home.” Mint boy shook his head. “Two down on the second floor, main bedroom. Where’s Kai?” 

“He went after the other guy, hyung.” Yeonjun replied and you looked at both sides of the street, heart picking up its pace again as you thought someone might come out of nowhere and jump you. 

“Make sure you get him. Text me anything I should know.” 

It was obvious Mint Boy was attempting to keep you out of the loop, trying to avoid using words that might set you off; as if you didn’t know there were two dead bodies laying by the foot of your bed right now. 

Yeonjun was rushing into the house, picking up his phone and you guessed he might be calling this Kai person. Mint Boy took you past the gate of the place you called home and toward a black motorcycle waiting for him on the sidewalk. When he let go of your hand, you simply stopped moving. 

Mint boy walked to the big bike, one that looked small next to his tall build and took a helmet resting on the handle, offering it to you. When you didn’t take it, barely blinking, he said:

“It’s not dirty, and it doesn’t smell, I promise.” he assured you, as if that was your biggest concern. 

“I don’t even know your name?” was apparently your reservations about hopping on a bike with this stranger. A stranger who most likely saved your life, but still. 

“Oh, sorry! I’m Jungkook.” he smiled brightly and his big front teeth kinda reminded you of a bunny. “It’s nice to meet you, noona. Hyung told us a lot about you.” 

“Hi.” you said meekly, still not moving. You might spend the night standing on the sidewalk if your legs don't start to obey you soon. 

“So. Will you let me take you home?” Jungkook walked back to you, offering you the helmet again. At the mention of the word home, you looked behind yourself on instinct, noticing the lights on the second floor were now on. “Yeah, not that home. I’m afraid this place is not safe for you right now, noona.” 

“Okay.” you agreed, because you knew that much. You had no other choice.

“Good, thank you. Oh, wait–” Jungkook held the helmet between his thighs as he pulled off his hoodie as he said: “You should put this on, it gets pretty cold on the bike. It’s a little sweaty, but it’s better than freezing.” 

You’d rather take your chances with the cold than putting on that hoodie, but Jungkook looked so worried, with a permanent frown and expectant look on his deceivingly innocent eyes that you didn’t have the strength to say no. So you gave him a little nod and allowed him to dress you in his hoodie. 

You were absolutely drowning inside of it and, while you had to pretend that the fresh wet stains on the sleeves were ketchup, you didn’t mind the aftershave and fresh laundry scent you started to swim in. 

Jungkook strapped the helmet on your head and taught you to climb on the bike after him, assuring you that you could squeeze him as much as you wanted. He said it in such a pure and earnest way that you didn’t think he had any double intentions. 

One thing you learned pretty easily was that Jungkook drove well, but he drove fast. You barely passed by any cars on the street, as you guessed it was the middle of the night –or morning at this point–. You did actually feel glad for the hoodie you had on, as you realized belatedly that you were still wearing pajamas that were made of thin cotton. 

You had lost all sense of time, it seemed, as you passed by too many roads and neighborhoods for this cruise to have been short, but it felt like it took no time at all for Jungkook to be slowing down on a narrow road that was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. 

You had definitely never been to these parts of Gwangju before, not knowing there was so much open land in your small city to fit this many empty acres. Maybe you were just outside of town? You couldn’t be sure of anything at this point.

“Welcome to the Bangtan house, noona.” Jungkook spoke over the rumble of the motor, throwing you a look over his shoulder while he waited for the front gate of the property to open. “I wish the sun was up, the sight is incredible during the day.” 

Your arms wrapped around his middle a little tighter as Jungkook started driving again, passing through the gates and speeding up. The small inner road that led to the front of the mansion was made of gravel, which didn’t make for a swift and quiet entrance. The house was three stories tall, completely lit up as if it was a piece of art being showcased in an art gallery. 

You would have been impressed about the grandiosity of everything if you weren’t slightly terrified about what waited for you behind those tall and thick walls. 

Jungkook parked his bike between a royal blue Lamborghini and a shiny SUV that made your own car look like a toy in comparison. He took the helmet off your head and led you to the front of the house, pressing his thumb to the door lock, waiting for the tiny beep before pushing it open. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, really, but the scene that greeted you was not it. 

Six men, all dressed in pajamas or lounge clothes, looking like they had been pulled straight out of bed, were standing in the foyer. Some were sitting on the opulent staircase that would lead to the second floor of the house, others were standing nearby. You would have liked to read the room a little better before walking in, but your eyes met Hoseok’s worried ones and your vision blurred. 

“Oh, thank God–” the man was rushing to you, to make sure you were all in one piece, no doubt, but you barely let him take a look at you before hugging him. 

That’s when you broke down.

It was weird and awkward and it didn’t feel familiar by any means. You had never hugged Hoseok, not even when you slept together. But out of everything and everyone in this house, he was the only one you knew. The only connection you had to your own reality that didn’t involve being woken up in the middle of the night with a stranger on top of you, two men trying to take you to do god knows what, or almost tripping on dead bodies. 

“You’re safe now, doll.” he whispered against the top of your head as he let you cling to him. Only then you realized you were finally crying. “Did they touch you?” 

You shook your head, no words coming out, so Jungkook answered for you: “I got to her before they did, hyung. You were right, it was–” 

“Maybe we should talk in private?” a serious voice sounded from further into the room, and the way it commanded attention let you know he must be pretty high up on the Bangtan hierarchy. “Before worrying our guest too much?” 

“I’ll meet everyone at the office, just let me take her to my room first.” Hoseok agreed to whatever meeting they were about to have. 

“Don’t we get to say hi to our guest?” you heard one of the boys say from the stairs, finding small and mischievous eyes as you peaked above Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“You can say hi to her in the morning.” at the surprisingly deep and raspy voice, you caught yourself taking another peek around the room. 

The last man to speak, you recognized well from that night at the club. The one with the feline-like eyes and the long hair, the one with the side smirk that made your insides flutter. 

“But hyung, it is morning–” the second blonde man, taller than the first, had intense and inquisitive eyes as his friend only seemed curious. 

“No more.” the guy you assumed was the leader spoke again, and the subject was dropped. 

You couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out, the outcast, the novelty. Which was exactly what you were. Your head was pounding, your eyes were leaking stubborn tears, you felt watched and so desperately alone that you clung to the minuscule connection you had to Hoseok as if your life depended on it. 

At this point, it probably did. 

“All of this for a girl you saw once?”

Namjoon was the one to break the silence that was installed in the office, on the left wing of the second floor of their shared mansion. Hoseok had just explained how you were a target of their enemy gang, which led Jungook into telling them what happened tonight and how three men had been sent to take you, and one of them escaped. 

“What was I supposed to do? Ignore the signs? Let her be sold?” Hoseok sighed, turning to the leader that was sitting behind his desk, leaning over the wooden piece with his elbows and a hand under his chin. “We don’t play like that.” 

“We don’t, so now we’re going to go around town and take everyone that Dogsa has their eyes on and bring them into our home?” Namjoon continued, never one to raise his voice, the picture perfect image of deceitful calm. 

Hoseok understood Namjoon’s concern, and he already felt like a hypocrite. Hoseok knew that there were more targets being made on the daily by their enemy gang, people being taken into Dogsa’s shady business. But this one felt personal. 

“I mean, if they are as cute as she is–” Jimin, who was lazily sprawled on an armchair, with Taehyung sitting on the arm of the velvet furniture, mused. 

“Not now, Jiminie.” Yoongi was the one to quiet the younger man, sitting on the arm of the dark blue couch where Seokjin was resting. 

“And I didn't just see her once, I had dinner with her last night.” Hoseok supplied, and the room fell into silence after that, all eyes turning to Yoongi, waiting for his reaction. But of course the man already knew. “She's Micky's vet, so she came over to Eomma’s house, we had dinner and I drove her home.” 

“Which is how you saw the mark on her door and asked Kook to be on the lookout.” Namjoon deduced, leaning back against his desk chair and for a while the creaking of the springs were the only sound to fill the office. 

“Hyung was right too, if I wasn't there tonight, they would have taken her.” Jungkook was nodding eagerly, in a boyish way that contradicted what he’d done tonight. 

“It's a good thing you were, Kook.” Hoseok praised, which made the youngest of them croon. 

“If you were so concerned, why didn’t you warn her?” Taehyung was the one to ask and Namjoon seemed to agree as his eyebrow raised. “Why put her at unnecessary risk?” 

“I didn’t want to scare her in case I was wrong. And I know I couldn’t just bring her over without any proof, neither of you would have agreed with it then.” Hoseok explained his thought process; admittedly, not a very good one. But he trusted Jungkook to keep you safe, in case he had read the signs right. And the fact you were safe, in his room right now, was testament that he did. 

“What do you think about this?” Seokjin, whose attention had been on his phone up until this time, turned to Yoongi perched on the arm of the couch. 

“I find it a tad convenient that Seok just happened to meet Micky’s vet at our club.” Yoongi grumbled, a small crease between his brows, looking at the man in question as he continued: “And then again at your mother’s.”

Hoseok nodded, because he could see how it looked. His brothers had just met you, hell, he had just met you. But he also knew how Dogsa worked, and he had reasons to believe that you were only dragged into this mess, because of him. 

“I thought we warned Dogsa to stop taking people.” Jimin spoke in pout, settling a little once Taehyung patted his soft, light blonde hair.

It was late, everyone was tired, and something like this had never happened before. They never took anybody into their private estate. 

Protecting people, yes, they did it all the time. Occasionally housing a family or an individual at their safehouse, sure. But no one had ever been taken into their walls; before Seokjin could even run a background check on them. 

“Maybe we didn't warn them emphatically enough.” Taehyung mused with the cracking of the bones in his neck. He had a devilish smile playing on his lips that just screamed trouble. 

“They haven't taken anyone from our side of the border in years, was she in Gangnam territory?” Namjoon wanted to know, looking at Hoseok for answers. 

“No, she lives inside Dogsa territory.” he shook his head. 

“That makes no sense, why would they target their own?” Yoongi argued. “Do you think–?” 

All eyes were on Hoseok this time, as he dropped to the couch between Yoongi and Seokjin. Tiredness was finally catching up to Hoseok, memories of his past hitting him and leaving a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Mingyu must have seen her with me. That put a target on her back.” Hoseok voiced what they were all thinking, eyes closing as Yoongi reached out to squeeze the back of the older man’s neck in an attempt to soothe him. “Besides, she's the perfect victim for him to take.”

“Hyung, can you find out what they planned on doing with her?” Yoongi asked Seokjin, who only nodded, unlocking his phone once more. 

“And run her files, while you’re at it.” Namjoon added. 

That last request bothered Hoseok a bit. He knew it was a necessary check, but with a few clicks on his computer, Seokjin would be able to have your whole life’s history in front of him. He’d have access to your every medical record, to your family background, your grades at school, if you ever got in trouble with the law, when you got your first credit card, your bank account information, every document ever issued on your name. 

Seokjin didn’t usually share his findings with anyone but Namjoon, unless it was necessary, so Hoseok didn’t think he’d hear anything about your background check, but he knew it was an invasion of privacy that would most definitely make you upset, if you were ever to find out about it. 

“So, what are we going to do with her?” Jimin softly asked the leader as he turned to face Namjoon. 

“We obviously can’t send her back home, if she goes, they’ll try again.” Hoseok really hated not being able to read Namjoon’s mind sometimes, unable to see behind his thoughtful eyes. 

“That means we have a new roommate?” Taehyung chirped and Jungkook was already nodding. 

“Why can’t we just send her somewhere?” Namjoon offered, and Hoseok knew it was the way the leader’s brain worked, going over every possibility before making a decision. “Jin hyung can give her a new identity, think of this as a witness protection program.” 

“If Dogsa saw her with me, they are targeting her because of me. That means they won’t stop until they have her.” Hoseok chided, exhaustion seeping through his bones. “No matter where we send her, they’ll follow.”

“She’d be an easier target away from Bangtan’s protection.” Jungkook agreed. Just like the other two maknaes, he eagerly wanted you to stay. 

Things had been pretty quiet lately, maybe too quiet. Nothing too exciting happening as far as the three youngests were concerned. And having you, a pretty girl, something new for them to play with, was all they could wish for. 

“So you want to bring a stranger into our home because of a guilty conscience?” Namjoon probed.

“She’s also a vet.” Yoongi tried to help him out, which Hoseok was thankful for. “She understands the kinds of drugs that we don’t.”

“Are you trying to make her one of us?” Namjoon’s question was aimed at both Yoongi and Hoseok. 

“No, I don’t mean she should join Bangtan, but if she was here when JK got shot, the scar on his leg would be a lot less botched.” Hoseok answered, hearing a tiny snicker from the armchair.

“Hey, I did the best I could.” Jimin was pouting. 

“She can look after the dogs, too, when was the last time they had a vet visit?” Taehyung added, clearly on board. 

“Yes! She can figure out what’s wrong with Bam!” Jungkook had pleading eyes towards their leader. 

“If you need a place to put her, my room is available–” Jimin offered, but Namjoon standing up made everyone fall silent. 

“Hobah, let’s talk alone?”

The leader was already crossing his office to open the door to the little private room within the private room, where the walls were padded and soundproof. Hoseok followed him in. 

“Are you really that guilty or do you like this girl?” 

Namjoon’s question was blunt once they were alone inside the secondary office space that didn’t have more than two small couches facing each other and a center table in between with a tray holding a bourbon bottle and glasses.

“A bit of both, I guess. I honestly think she could be useful.” Hoseok was honest, as there was no other option for him right now. “And if the Yuns are trying to use her against me, against us, don’t you want to know why?” 

Hoseok had hookups before, he didn’t understand why Dogsa would care so much about this particular one, about you. Even if it was just a coincidence, and you had been a target for them even before you ever met each other, Hoseok didn’t like the idea of just sending you away. 

You knew his family, you took care of his dog, you were kind to his mother. And, truth be told, he was attracted to you. Hoseok caught himself thinking about you more often than not, going as far as cogitating logging into the club files to search for your number. 

He had never met someone like you before, who cared about seeing him for him, behind who he was as a Bangtan member. Hoseok liked that you were witty, smart, with a quick mouth and a sweetness that made him feel incredibly protective over you. 

“The kids seem to be okay with her staying. Jin hyung is too, or he would have said something.” Namjoon spoke quietly, seemingly agreeing to let you stay. “And I am intrigued about Dogsa targeting one of theirs.”

“Thank you, Joonah.” Hoseok was able to take a deeper breath. “If she turns out to be more trouble than she’s worth, I’ll find her somewhere else to stay.”

Namjoon nodded, and there was a little smile playing on his lips as he said: “You know you can get in trouble with hyung, right?”

“I can deal with him.”