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Hooked | JJK | Eleven
🕑 Added 2024-10-26 13:00:09 +0000 UTC 
Pair: UndergroundFighter!Jungkook x f!reader
Summary: Walking away from your brother was never what you intended, you just wanted to run from the ghosts of your past. But now you’re back home and ready to pick things up from where you left off. If only things could be that easy, right?
There’s a new guy living in your house, your brother’s best friend, someone you can’t help but grow close to. And the more you find out about him, the more you learn about yourself. An underground fight club, a newspaper competition, an overprotective brother and secrets you can’t seem to escape from. Did you make the right decision by coming back? Or did you just put yourself and those you love in danger?
Genre: Series, fluff, smut, angst. All the aus: non-idol, underground fighter, brother’s best friend, roommates, rap-scene, chaebol.
Chapter warning: Lies lies lies... What could go wrong? And ofc... Things heat up on Jk's bike.
WC: 4.9k
JUNE 28TH | 14:28
“Are you sneaking out again?” the voice of your brother made you jump.
You were on your way to the kitchen as you passed by the living room, not noticing Namjoon and Jeongguk sitting on the couch; both holding video game consoles and looking at you.
“If I were, would I be wearing this?” you pointed out your cotton shorts and oversized t-shirt. Your outfit was screaming ‘lazy day in’ and not ‘sneaking out’. “And what do you mean again?”
“I went into your room last night and you weren't there.” Namjoon said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You went into my room?!” you walked out of the hallway and stood under the living room archway, crossing your arms.
“I knocked and you didn’t answer, I thought you might be dead.” your brother shrugged, as if his actions were justified.
“I also could be sleeping.” you pointed out.
“You weren't.” Namjoon informed you rightfully. “So where were you?”
You took a deep breath, tired of doing this over and over again with your brother. You knew he had good intentions and most of the time he couldn’t help it, but still. You didn’t want to fight, so you dropped your guard and uncrossed your arms.
“Oppa, just because I was out of the house doesn't mean I was sneaking out.” you told him calmly, noting how your lack of attitude broke his own fight. “I don’t need to ask your permission to go places.”
“I know you don't, just…” Namjoon stopped to think about what he wanted to say, or how he wanted to say it. You waited. “You never go out that late without telling me.”
“Because I know you worry that big head of yours and you don't need to.”
“Then can you tell me where you were? Just to amuse me?” he insisted. Risking a look towards Jeongguk, you noticed how he was nibbling on his bottom lip. “Were you with your boyfriend?”
You knew this was coming, by a mile away, so you couldn’t exactly blame Namjoon. Not when he had real reasons to worry, when you were truly hiding things from him. But you didn’t do it on purpose either. You wished, more than anything, that your brother could still be the one person in your house that you trusted blindly.
Namjoon used to be your confident, the one you told secrets you couldn’t share with your parents, the one you asked for advice on anything. Years ago, you would have been able to tell him about The Circle and what you were doing, you could have been honest.
But you couldn’t do that today. Not without it turning into a fight, not without feeling guilty about worrying more than it was even necessary. Namjoon had been hurt enough, you both had. So if keeping certain things from him meant Namjoon would be protected from even more hurt, you would do it.
“No, I wasn’t with him.” you shook your head. “I got a job.”
“Yeah, right.” Namjoon cackled, but when you didn’t laugh along, he gasped. “Oh, fuck, you're serious.”
“Yes, I'm serious!” you nagged, but explained your well rehearsed and believable lie: “It's more like an internship, really. Only three nights a week. Just for the summer.”
“Nights? Dove, where are you working that has you coming home so late?” Namjoon wanted to know, and you didn’t name him.
So far you didn’t tell him complete lies. You were only only working three nights a week, and you did plan on quitting after the summer was over. And then you said:
“Don't get any ideas, you know the place where I'm working.” you pushed down the lump on your throat, knowing this would be the only way for your brother to stop watching over you like an overprotective hawk. “I'm working for the company.”
“What company?” he frowned. And then you tipped your head as if to say think about it. “The family company?!”
You knew that the only place in the world you could say you were working at, that Namjoon wouldn’t pay you a visit in, was your family company. Not because he trusted it to be safe. But because your brother would stay away from that place like his life depended on it.
Knowing he would never call your father to fact check, you said:
“After I had to call Appa about the Jeju trip, he started talking about this internship thing, how he thought it would be a good idea for me to start learning how things work.”
“And you said yes?” Namjoon rested the game console on the couch between him and Guk, turning to face you a little better.
You shrugged. “It doesn't take up a lot of time and appa said I can do it any time I want.”
“So you chose to go at night?”
“I wanted to see if he was bluffing.” you weren’t prepared for Namjoon’s every question, hoping that he would drop that subject already and move on.
“Damn.” that seemed to be the end of it. “Does that mean you gave up on that silly little contest?”
“Hyung–” Jeongguk could see things were about to derail, probably telling by your face just how much that comment hurt you.
But your brother wasn’t done.
“Don't get me wrong, you know I want to support you, I just didn't think that would get you anywhere.” he said in a tone that reminded you awfully of your mother’s dismissal. “I'm glad you're doing something that might lead somewhere.”
So that’s how Namjoon actually felt. About your dreams, about the contest you were betting so much on. It felt like a punch to the gut, one that came out of nowhere. It shocked you so much that you couldn’t answer him, choosing to swallow the lump in your throat and change the subject.
“Shouldn't you be working?” you finally asked. For all you knew, it wasn’t a bank holiday. “The two of you?”
“I didn't even say anything.” Jeongguk grumbled and all you wanted was to kiss his damn pout.
“I only had one client in the morning.” Namjoon shrugged.
“I didn't get any today.” Jeongguk looked down at his lap and you knew how bad he felt about that.
“I'm sorry to hear that.” you were, mostly for Guk. “Shouldn't you be in the studio then? Preparing for that festival or whatever?”
“Well–” before Namjoon could feed you any more excuses, the doorbell rang. “Are you guys waiting for anyone?”
Call it revenge for Namjoon’s little comment, maybe you were a little petty, but you said:
“That's my boyfriend.” you told your sibling, watching Jeongguk frown behind him. “I invited him over because I thought you’d be at work all day.”
That’s all it took for Namjoon to get up in a rush and pass by you to open the door himself. When it was only you and Jeongguk in the living room, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.
“Your boyfriend is here, huh?” Guk asked with the raise of his pierced eyebrow.
“Just wait for it.” you waved, and not a minute later–
“What the hell, hyung?!” Taehyung’s offended screech made you laugh again, and this time Jeongguk followed.
“Oh, it's just you.” Namjoon sounded very disappointed.
You turned around to face the hallway, waiting for your best friend to show up. Tae looked weirded out and a little pale, and your brother was sending you daggers with his eyes, making you laugh harder.
“Why did your brother look like he was about to murder me?” Taehyung asked as soon as he saw you.
“I have no idea.” you lifted a shoulder.
“Hey, hyung.” Jeongguk was standing up too, trying to extend an olive branch, but Taehyung ignored him.
“You didn't tell me we're hanging out with them.” Tae told you, posture tense and closed off.
Your brother snorted. “Are you shitting on us?”
“He's not, he's just excited about bestie time.” you said before Namjoon could wonder why good-pals Jeongguk and Taehyung weren’t talking at the moment. Offering an out, you told your best friend: “I was on my way to grab snacks.”
“Let's go then.”
Tae led the way, knowing the map of your house by heart and having enough freedom to walk around and raid your kitchen. You sent Jeongguk a small look over your shoulder, apologetic. He looked crestfallen, but tried to mask for the sake of Namjoon.
Once it was only you and Tae in the kitchen, when the older man was already walking into the pantry to grab chips and cookies, you asked:
“Are you still not talking to him?”
“I have nothing to say to him before he apologies.” the stubborn man had his back to you, arms holding a big bag of cuttlefish snack and a strawberry-cookie flavored Pepero box.
“If You listen to him, he will.” you insisted softly, hating to see the two of them separated. “And I bet you’ll understand his reasons for doing what he is doing.”
“Did you?” he asked under his breath.
“Yeah.”
You offered Tae a small smile that you hoped would show him that you wouldn’t be okay about this, if you didn’t understand Jeongguk’s reasons to be a fighter in The Circle. You still worried greatly about his well-being, especially after being stabbed by another fighter, but Jeongguk needed your support, not your judgment.
“Hey, guys?” at the small voice coming from the entrance of the kitchen, you turned to see Jeongguk standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hi, Gukkie.” you encouraged him. And then you looked at your wrist, no sign of a watch as you said: “Oh, look at the time, I have to be somewhere else.”
You took the snacks from Tae’s arms, alongside a couple other things he’d reached for so far, and went out of the kitchen. It wasn’t your smoothest moment, but it served its purpose; it left the two men alone in a setting that forced them to either talk or make things even more awkward for them.
When you passed by the living room again, the TV was off and your brother wasn’t there anymore; probably guilted by your comment and on his way to his home studio. It’s not like you didn’t think Namjoon wouldn’t have everything ready for his performance at J-Fest in time, clearly you had more hope in him than he had in you, but you knew he had the tendency to leave things for the last minute and stress himself crazy.
You walked up the stairs and into your room, leaving Tae’s snacks on the edge of your bed and tearing into the Pepero box that you knew your friend had gotten for you. You wished you were a little bug on the wall, to watch Tae and Guk’s interaction, but it was a conversation they needed to have on their own.
You didn’t have to stay curious for long, as a few minutes later Taehyung was stepping into your bedroom and closing the door behind him.
“Hey.” the man went straight for the snacks, but he looked a little happier than before and definitely not angry.
“Did you talk?” you asked, hopeful.
“We didn’t go in too deep, we were scared your brother might walk in.” Tae answered you while opening the bag of cuttlefish snacks. “Want some?”
“You’re the only one in this house that likes those.” you twisted your nose at the smell of the stinky snacks. “Are you really not going to tell me how it went?”
“Yeah, yeah, you were right.” Tae grumbled, never happy to be proven wrong when he was acting stubborn. But at least he admitted it. “I feel sorry for the kid. I didn't know he was struggling that bad.”
“I'm glad you heard him out.” you reached for your friend to pat him on the back with the hand that wasn’t holding your chocolate.
“Can we help? So he doesn't have to win money that way?” Taehyung was talking about something you’ve already thought about, but both came up short.
“We can think of something.” you assured him, sitting on your bed and crossing your legs in criss-cross. “But I wouldn't do anything to make him feel like we're treating him like a charity case.”
“That's true.” he agreed, stuffing his mouth with his snack and saying: “What did you want to show me?”
You grimaced at his lack of manners, wondering how you found yourself surrounded by boys most of the time. You really wanted to make friends with Lisa and even Chaeyoung, if only for a change in scenery.
But Tae did bring up a good point, mentioning the text you sent him this morning when inviting him to come over whenever he had the time.
You weren’t the best at keeping things from him, Taehyung knew better than anyone when you were lying or keeping secrets. And when you already had to keep so much from your brother –for everyone’s sake–, you needed to confide in your best friend.
“Well, this is what I wanted to show you.” you reached for your pillow, pulling out a small stack of printed paper.
“Is it your article?!” he beamed and you felt excitement.
“The first draft, but yeah.” you offered him the pages, saying: “You can be honest about what you think.”
Taehyung wiped his hands on his pants and let go of his snacks for now, getting the papers from you and fixing his posture to start reading. This felt like deja vu, something nostalgic that reminded you of your school days when you’d have him proofread your articles for the school paper.
“Wait, this isn't about online culture–” Taehyung realized from the first paragraph, eyes wide as he looked at you. “You're writing about The Circle?”
“Maybe.” you bit your bottom lip. “Well, yes. It's more interesting, though, right?”
“You shouldn't mess with that.” he was already shaking his head, flipping through the pages instead of actually reading them. “Where did you get all of this info?”
You frowned, surprised by his reaction. “I don't wanna say if you're gonna get pissed off…”
“Did you go back there? Yn, if you keep this up I'm going to have to tell your brother, you're messing with bad people.” Taehyung handed back the papers as if he didn’t want anything to do with it. You frowned, stomach dropping at his threat to tell your brother. Because it wouldn’t only implicate on him finding out about you, but Namjoon would find out about Jeongguk too.
“I’m messing with bad people?” you scoffed. “You're the one who found how to get into the Circle from your drug dealer!”
“That was before I knew what it was, okay?” he tried defending himself, clearly hiding more than he knew when he said: “And Eun-ha told me stories about that place, enough to make me want to stay away.”
“What stories?”
“I'm not telling you, not if it’s gonna make you go back.” he shook his head, closing up. But you needed to know. Journalist curiosity or personal worry, you wanted to know what he knew.
“Tae, please.” you pleaded. “Even if I never went back there, Guk still will.”
He pondered on your argument, and you could feel him cracking before he said: “Are you gonna use it to write your article?”
“Can you blame me for being interested?” you whined, looking at the papers on your lap. “Writing about this could be a breakthrough–”
“It would be suicide.” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, stressed. “There's big people involved, with a lot of money. What do you think coming out with an article like that will do? It will have police shutting down that place in a heartbeat.”
“I don't think it will be taken so seriously, Tae.” you countered. “Besides, I'm not giving out any names and I'm not telling the address Or anything that would make anyone identify it, I'm not dumb. And I don't want to get Guk in trouble.”
“Please use your IQ of 148 and be smart about this.”
“I am, I promise! People write about gangs and Illegal things all the time.” you insisted, trying to reason with his concerns. You were clearly still hurt from Namjoon’s latest words when you half whispered: “This is just a silly little contest anyway.”
“It's not silly, I know how much it means to you.” Taehyung never liked it when you were self-deprecating, even if you didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t know the hurt behind your words. But that’s still what broke down his walls. “Which is why I'll tell you what Eun-ha told me.”
If Taehyung really didn’t feel comfortable sharing the stories with you, you’d respect it. It would bring an itch to your brain and you might drive yourself crazy just thinking about it, but you would respect the fact that it wasn’t his story to tell.
But now that you were working there, and Jeongguk was a lot more involved than you, you felt like you needed to know everything you possibly could about the place. Even if the story was too deep and personal to write about in your article, there was power in knowledge. Maybe knowing that could mean your and Guk’s safety.
“A fighter died there, not that long ago.” Taehyung told you quietly, like sharing a secret. It was enough to fill you with dread.
“During a fight?” you asked, leaning closer just a little more.
“Kinda. He died during a fight, but not because of the fight.” Tae continued. “The guy that died was fighting his best friend at the time. The friend swore he didn't hit him that hard and that he wouldn’t harm him like that. Can you imagine fighting your friends?”
“That happens a lot, actually. Do you remember Guk’s fight that we watched? That was Mingyu. They are close friends and that fight was fake.” you explained as best as you could without getting too into it. “They weren't hurting each other, not for real.”
“Ah. I guess that makes sense.” Taehyung scratched his neck. “Anyway, they say the dead guy was messing with a powerful person inside the Circle, so he was taken out. They found some drug in his system, but Eun-ha didn’t remember what it was.”
“Overdose?” you wondered, thinking back to all of the powerful people you saw last night; it could mean anyone.
“More like poisoning.”
JUNE 28TH | 20:44
Few things in life were as exciting as riding the back of Jeongguk’s motorcycle.
Not only were you practically stuck against his back, breathing in his fresh laundry scent, stealing some of his warmth, the boy was also fast. Fast and Furious fast. You didn’t know if he did it to impress you, or if that was just his style of riding, but Guk was fearless. He didn’t mind rushing through traffic or cutting too close to red lights.
But you weren’t scared. You knew he would never hurt you or put you in any kind of danger that he didn’t have control over.
That’s how you went around Seoul’s streets; you squealing whenever Jeongguk had to lean too close to the asphalt to make a turn, and him laughing at your expenses every time.
You didn’t know where he was taking you, nor if Guk even had a destination in mind, both just basking in each other’s company and enjoying the quiet night. When he parked the black bike on an empty lot at a park at the base of the Namsan Tower, you knew it was a happy accident that you ended up there.
One you didn’t mind in the slightest.
Jeongguk and you got down from the motorcycle without saying anything and he helped you take off your helmet after doing the same with his. You left both of them behind to walk deeper into the park, holding hands like school kids with a crush.
“How many girls did you take on a ride on that thing?” you asked unpretentiously, looking at his face and not at the path ahead of you.
“That thing?” Jeongguk pretended to be offended, letting go of your hand to place his arm on your back, hand slipping smoothly on the back of your jeans. “You should have more respect when talking about her.”
“Oh, it’s a her?” you laughed, wrapping your arm around his middle and tucking yourself into his side.
“Of course it’s her.” he said as if it was obvious. “And for your information, you’re the only one that has even been on it.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“She’s a moody girl.” he shrugged and you squeezed him a little harder.
“Mhm, blame it on the inanimate object.” you rolled your eyes, but he couldn’t see. “When did you get it?”
“Not that long before my apartment flooded, actually.” Jeongguk told you, a little somber. “Took a huge chunk of my savings, which is what almost sent me back to Busan when that happened.”
The boy moved his hand from your pocket to hold your wrist and guide you off path. You hadn’t walked too deep into the park, you both knew that it was much too dangerous for you to go much further at this hour, unless you wanted to run into junkies or random burglars. Instead, Guk took you up a small hill so you could both sit on a large stone and watch the city lights in the distance.
“I like it.” you continued once you settled next to him.
“Your brother doesn’t.” Jeongguk kicked a tiny stone and watched it roll down.
“Good thing it’s me riding it, not him.” your comment was followed by a laugh as you pictured your sibling riding the back of the bike. “Although I would love to see that. He would probably tip you over.”
“Are you saying he’s bigger than me?” Jeongguk had the nerve to pout while scrunching his nose.
“Well, he is.” you stared at his lip ring.
“Excuse me?”
“He works out more than you!”
“Yeah, right.” the boy scoffed, shaking his head and staring ahead. “I took on bigger men than him, I’ll have you know.”
“Okay, big guy.” you reached for his hoodie-covered bicep, smiling when you felt him flex. “Are you planning on fighting my brother?”
“If I need to.” his tongue flicked his lip ring before looking at you. “If he tries to keep you from me.”
“As romantic and toe curling that sounds, I don’t think you would fight him, even for me.” your smile was soft, despite the warmth on your cheeks. “Not in a physical sense, at least.”
“You don’t know what I would do for you.” he told you with such certainty that you held your breath. “But I do hope it won’t come to that.”
“Does it make you nervous?” you reached out to move a strand of his hair that was too close to poking his eye. “How he’s going to react when we tell him about us?”
“Oh, yeah. I don’t want him to be mad at me for breaking the bro code.” his little chuckle was nervous on its own. “But I also don’t want to risk him forbidding this.”
“He can’t forbid anything, Guk, I wouldn’t let him keep me away from you either.” you assured him as you felt your heart squeeze just a little tighter in your chest at that thought. “But I would like to wait for things to settle a little more, before we tell him.”
“He’s under a lot of stress with his J-fest concert.” Jeongguk agreed. “But after Jeju?”
“Yeah?” your body tilted a little closer, arm pressing against his. “You want to tell him then?”
“I want to be honest about it. Tell him I’m not just fucking his baby sister.”
“You’re not?”
You didn’t think you were just hooking up by any means, but it still made your insides turn deliciously, the way he looked at you with such sincerity. You could see the lights from the city reflecting in his eyes, making them look starry and magical.
“I also have feelings for her.” Jeongguk admitted just like that, in a simple way. He wasn’t claiming to have undying love, but feelings. And that was already more than you were expecting. “I think he’ll be able to respect that.”
“I agree. That’s a good plan.” your legs were in front of you and you crossed your ankles together to be more comfortable. “It’s just going to be annoying to have to be away from you that weekend.”
“I don’t agree with that. We can still sneak out, we’re good at that.”
“True.” you laughed and his lips had a little tug on a corner, but you could sense there was something else bothering him. “What is it?”
“Joon hyung asked if I wanted to bring ‘my girl’ to Jeju with us.”
And then you read between the lines. “If you wanted to bring Jennie.”
“I told him I don’t have anything going on with Jennie, that she was just an old friend coming to get a tattoo that day.” he explained, soothing your soul and making the small jealousy bug settle in your tummy. “But he still thinks I have someone in my life.”
“Because you do.” and you knew your friends were already onto him, just as they were onto you. “I mean, he thinks I have a boyfriend, too.”
He must really love taking your breath away when he said:
“Because you do.”
“Guk, we didn’t–”
“Make it official, I know.” he took your hand in his, pulling you closer and gently running a finger on the bracelet around it. “And I want to, once we tell him.”
“Okay.” your tumb traced the inside of his wrist as he playfully tugged on your fingers. “What did you say about bringing your girl on the trip?”
“That you would argue that if I’m allowed to bring a plus one, so are you.” Jeongguk smiled like a bunny, mischievous and cheeky.
“You’re learning, huh?” you laughed with him.
“Are Joon and I sharing a room?”
“I booked five rooms. One for Angel and Seok, one for Jimin and Yoongi, and the three of us get a single room.”
He pondered. “That’s… Interesting.”
“I might have a say on the location of said rooms.” you wiggled your brows dramatically. “Make it a little easier to sneak out. Or sneak in.”
“I like the way you think.”
Jeongguk might be a furnace, always running hot. But you started to feel a little cold from being so high up on a hill, even with your jacket. The winds were starting to pick up, despite the early summer night, so that’s when he decided it was time to go back. You pouted and whined, but he promised you that going on rides like this could be something you did more often, just the two of you.
Even if you had to wait until you told Namjoon about your proximity, to not make it suspicious.
You made the trek back down to where the motorbike was parked and it was still the only one in the empty lot. Jeongguk held the two helmets and waited for you to sit on the further end of the bench. Your legs were much too short to touch the ground, the bike was still standing up on its own, thanks to the safety brake pedal. Instead of giving you your helmet so you could put it over your head, Jeongguk placed both of them on the floor.
“What are you doing?” you asked him curiously.
“Something I always wanted to do.”
That was all the information you got before Jeongguk joined you on the bike. But instead of facing away from you and to the front of the bike, his back was to the steering wheel. Before you could ask if he lost his mind, thinking he could suddenly drive backwards, his hands were hooking under your knees and he was pulling you closer.
Your legs were on top of his thighs as the new position made your lower back rest against the leather bench. Your heart was jumping around your chest from the look Jeongguk was giving you; wanting, needy. Greedy.
His tattooed hand rested on your navel, moving up to squeeze a handful of one of your breasts and settling on the base of your throat.
“Guk.” you whispered, locking your legs around his hips on instinct.
“Yes, baby?”
“You better kiss me already.”
A small smirk blossomed on his lips and the hand that was on your collarbones dragged upwards to hold your neck. He held it carefully, bringing you up an inch, just enough to place his lips on yours. It was a soft peck, followed by another and another, and another… Until you realized dumbly that you could use your hands. That’s when your fists grabbed the front of his hoodie and you chased after his mouth.
Jeongguk smiled into the kiss, before moving his lips over yours and using the tip of his tongue to lick between yours. You easily parted your mouth for him, laying back down against the motorcycle bench and pulling him down with you. As his tongue flicked slowly against yours, you moaned softly and rocked your hips just once.
“Is this how needy you get when I don’t kiss you all day?” he teased as his lips met your jaw.
“You call it needy,” you huffed, tilting your neck to give him more space to cover. “I call it being on the brink of insanity.”
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