A/n : As you guys know Mrs. Min's name is Sierra, I want you guys to know that Mr. Min's name is Min hyuk but his English name's Claude.

And a reminder, you guys know that words in italics are past right. So done.

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And please ignore if there are any grammatical mistakes

Before Jungkook had given a huge blow to Y/n by calling her fiance.

"Please, I know that you don't want to take any help from me but still, just think about it. And I'm not doing this to help you, I like Y/n and I want her to be my daughter in law." Mr. Jeon's words made Mr. Min to scoff.

It's funny how this particular man who stayed num while he wanted some support, but now look at him showing up at his doorstep and begging him to lend his daughter.

"If you liked Y/n then you should have talked back to the people who insulted her that day in the board meeting in front of everyone. It's funny how you have come to like her just like some magic." Mr. Min wasn't that dumb to accept the words of the man similiar to his age.

"T-That I-" Mr. Jeon was at loss of words. How could he convey that he's guilty of raising his son to be a bastard? How could he say that he stayed num just to protect his son from prosecution. He can't, it's a secret which he wanted to be hidden until the very end. Clenching his fists tight the old man sat on the couch in the living room of his friend all stiff and guilty.

I should be happy to know that he let me in-Mr. Jeon thought as he stared at his friend who was sitting right before him, eyeing suspiciously.

"That's because he doesn't know that we love each other Mr. Min." Spoke Jungkook who was waiting for the right time to butt in.

His legs were stiff, as he was trying hard not to cross his legs one over the other in pride. His hands were crossed over his chest, his bulgy muscles caged inside the neatly pressed black shirt, of which he made sure to leave the first two buttons open, providing a full view of his calloused chest, rough and hard. His black locks were pushed back, his forehead clean and clear making him to look older, tougher, sexy and manly at the same time.

"Excuse me!?" Mrs. Min's voice came out high pitched probably not believing the lie which Jungkook was determined to make it true.

"Yes, we love each other and that was since we were young." Jungkook's words were short and up to the point. He doesn't want to talk more, what if he gets caught?

"Oh really, I don't believe it." Mr. Min leaned back against the couch infront of them crossing his arms.

He knew that this would happen, Mr. Min is tough, too tough and hard to convince. And Jungkook knew that very well, he was prepared for this. Everything is happening according to him. And it's time to take them out.

Mr. Min frowned upon watching Jungkook retrieving a few letters from the pocket beneath his suit's upper coat, his eyes shining with confidence as he handed over them to Mr. Min who just scoffed in return.

"Is it a joke? Letters? Really kid?" Mr. Min scoffed waving those letters mockingly in the air which were lying in his hands.

"Yes, I'm not kidding Mr. Min. I will not be able to consider someone's feeling so light, and moreover if it's Y/n whom I love to the fullest, I can't overlook that at all, knowing that our feelings are mutual." Jungkook's voice was sharp full of confidence lacing down his each and every damned word.

Mr. Min's eyes narrowed as he looked at the young man before him. There's something which was troubling him. How can he be so casual about it? It was as if Jungkook had already heard his consent to get Y/n, but it was his daughter whom the old man cherises each and every damned second of his life. It's not going to be easy.

Clenching his fists, the letters in his hands crumbling making an annoying sound to echo through the thick air, Mr. Min raised his brow crossing his legs one over the other. What if he doesn't have wealth, he's rich in dignity and that one's sure.

"So?" Mr. Min's words sure did make Jungkook halt for a while. Well he didn't expect it would happen, but still he won't leave until he gets what he wants. He had to convince him.

"What's your purpose for showing us these letters? You think it makes any difference? Sorry honey but the answer is no." Mrs. Min's sarcastic yet sweet smile accompanied with a savage reply.

She sat there like a queen next to the king crossing her arms like a goddess whom he had infuriated to her core but yet she's not punishing him but passing a small threat to be careful with a sweet smile. The pride in her eyes didn't subside even when they had left their mansion and came to live in a small house, because her pride was her children, her husband who was already a great man she ever came across. Isn't that enough for her to be confident.

"Sorry Mrs. Min but I wonder how can you not know about how your step daughter is so cold about not letting her feelings know to anyone but her. She wrote many letters while I was away from her. Remember Mr. Min, she used to come to me whenever she gets hurt by you getting married to a new woman other than her mother? I used to console her that time, I care about her and I still do and I will be doing it forever. It's not me who proposed to her first, she did and I couldn't be more happy."

His words made Mrs. Min to get stiff, her crossed hands were clenched just like her heart when the dark past of her has been mentioned. How many years? 13 years? Yes maybe 13 years. It took many years for her to get close to her daughter whom she loves from bottom of her heart. She doesn't even remember the fact that y/n wasn't born from her womb more like she doesn't want to remember it ever.

"Well, I don't think you're someone who can meddle into our family affairs. Let me tell you one thing clearly, Y/n is very happy with her mother and that doesn't concern you at all." Mr. Min's voice was stern and almost like a slap to the arrogant young man before him.

"Well, that doesn't change the fact that we are two grown ups who had agreed to marry each other." Jungkook's sharp words made Mr. Min to scoff.

It's true that he was there when Y/n wanted a friend, but where was he when she was in deep trouble? He ran away? Why? He couldn't figure that out at all. It was like he was hiding something. What is it? But she proposed him? My foot- Mr. Min thought as he heard Jungkook's words.

"Let's not be too forward Jungkook. As long as I know, Y/n wouldn't do th-"

"Why don't you check those letters Mr. Min? Let's see how much does she love me?" Jungkook said gesturing them to read those letters and Mr. Min scoffed opening those letters and his eyes caught Y/n's hand writing.

It was Y/n, and he knew his princess's hand writing very well. She did propose him but......... that doens't Change anything does it.

Mr. Min quirked his brow up shrugging his shoulders asking him what else Jungkook wants him to do.

"What else do you want me to do? Bake a cake or dance in a Princess frok....wait don't tell me you want me to dance in a bikini" Mr. Min eyed him suspiciously crossing his arms around his chest hugging himself protectively.

"You have your eyes on my husband you cheat!??????" Mrs. Min hugged her husband blocking her husband's view from Jungkook's vicious eyes.

"They're really........." Jungkook mumbled watching them with a poker face, who were acting like they're some professional actors on highest payroll.

Mr. Min started burying his head in his wife's arms feeling afraid from Jungkook's poker face and nearly crying, while Mrs. Min protected him like a valuable jem stone glaring at Jungkook making him scoff.

"Dad, are they always like this?" Jungkook whispered to his father who was just watching the scene casually.

"Well, I'm sorry to hide the truth from you son. My friend is one of a kind." His father whispered back.

"A rare kind." Jungkook replied to which his father just nodded in agreement.

"Don't you want to make your daughter Happy? You want her to get married to a young man who's capable and wealthy enough to look after right!? Why can't it be my son? He's young, successful, wealthy and moreover your daughter loves him. What else more do you need?" Mr. Jeon's words hit the right spot.

Mr. Min gaze turned sharp as he couldn't understand as to why they are that desperate to get his daughter out of the blue.... It's true that he wanted his daughter to get married, but that's after when she turns 50...until then the both father and daughter will be together.

"It's because she's so young and I don't plan to marry her off unti-"

"Let me take her on a date." Mr. Min scoffed hearing Jungkook's words. Date? With his angel daughter? Never.

"Why do you think I will let you date my daughter?"

"To know what she wants! If she wants me as much as I want her then I think you will change your mind. After all the thing that matters more is Y/n's consent and her choice isn't it?" Jungkook's words were cleverly spoken which infuriated Mr. Min so much that he wanted to flip the table infront of him so bad.

And that's when they felt a presence who just showed up at the place.

Y/n stood there her face stunned due to the encounter of the man who had a nerve to show up infront of her.

"Y/n, you're here? Actually, I-" Even before Mr. Min could explain the situation happening, few rude words left her lips without her knowledge making the man who sat on the couch there, majestically to stand on his feet. Mr. Min was actually satisfied with Y/n's expression. She looked pissed. As pissed as him.

"What are you doing here Jungkook?"

Jungkook who stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets walked straight towards her with his each step making my fists to clench tighter so that her knuckles turned white.

How dare he? He has a nerve to show up
He stood there within a few steps away from her, tilting his head, his lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes mysteriously shining with victory caught her off guard. What is he upto?

"It's been a long time right, I'm sorry for leaving you all alone. I promise that I would never ever leave you alone again, I will stay by your side till the end."

He spoke making her frown and his next words made her head to spin.

"Can I take my fiance out for a talk father?" He asked and that's when her head started spinning like a giant wheel.

Who the fuck made Jungkook to think that I'm his fiance? What's going on?, She couldn't figure it out.

He turned around to face Mr. Min but got instantly hit by water making him to shut his eyes in an instant.

"Who is your fiance? And Father? You called me father? You dare call me father you As-" Mr. Min was about to curse Jungkook who stood there with a scowl on his face, his father rushed all the way to his side defending him by standing before him like a knight with wide arms. Nah it was more like he's trying to stop the football from hitting the net.

As soon as Mr. Min heard his wife's fake cough he realised that he shouldn't curse infront of his innocent daughter so he stopped himself from calling Jungkook an asshole.

"You As-Apple butt. You dirty rotten apple want to take her to a date? Like hell I would let you touch my princess." Mr. Min launched at Jungkook who stood there behind his father. The old man who was in rage searched for a weapon and the TV remote lying on the table before him looked pretty usable.

Gripping the black remote in his hands he aimed it at the jerk hiding behind his father but too bad Mr. Jeon shielded him from the weapon hitting his son resulting the black thing to lie on the floor in the end.

Getting infuriated by his failure to get that young man injured, Mr. Min searched for another weapon in his house hold and he regrets not buying Ak 47 right at the moment.

"Sierra, stop your husband!" Mr. Jeon said panicking as he saw his friend who was in rage smirked finding a copper water bottle with full of water. Damn it.

Mrs. Min shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing and walked away into the kitchen waving them good bye with a few words.

"I should go bake some cookies sorry not sorry." She left and Mr. Jeon couldn't believe the words he had heard from her.

"You satan, we used to be best friends us three. What happened now? You two dorks are really bei-No Not that Claude. Not that Claw No.....No." Mr. Min who smirked at Mr. Jeon implying that he wasn't going to back away from getting his son brain out of his skull.

Mr. Jeon's eyes widened in horror as he saw Mr. Min approaching them with a copper water bottle and not to mention his smirk which looked vicious.

Mr. Jeon's hands stayed at the front with his palms facing the demon looming towards them slowly like predator. Fuck.

"No Claude......No I swea- Fuck you bastard." Mr. Jeon cursed holding his right leg as Mr. Min aimed at his son's thick thighs so that he could get crippled,  but too bad his father got hurt instead.

"Serves you right Bastard, now move I need to make someone crippled." Mr. Min launched at Jungkook but was blocked by Mr. Jeon.

Mr. Jeon held his friend's arm which was up in the air ready to hit his son. He tried to convince the raging Bull before him to calm him down.

"Listen Claude, they li- what the hell bastard?" Jungkook's father roared in protest when his hair was in the fists of Mr. Min who stood their smirking.

"It's all because of you. Why did you come here huh? We were best friends, were and it's a past now." Mr. Min announced but yelped in pain once he found the opponent's hands on his hair in return.

Mrs. Min kept singing her favourite song in the kitchen while she baked the cookies making the aroma to hit their nostrils.

"Leave it Jeon." Mr. Min gritted through his teeth glaring at his enemy.

"You first Min" Mr. Jeon retorted eyeing his friend.

And Y/n and Jungkook were left alone without a hint of attention because their fathers were busy fighting with each other.

"I want you to be at Seventh heaven. In the evening at sharp 7.30. I will be waiting." Jungkook's words made me scoff. Who does he think he is...this bastard.

"Do you think I'm crazy? Get out before you could get infertile." She yelled out on top of her lungs but still it wasn't too much louder than Mr. Min's and Jeon's curses at each other.

I saw him quirking his brow up as he shortened the distance between us. His chest which was revealed a little too much grazed the edges of my dress and my heart felt like it was running a marathon. He looked like a demon. A real demon.

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smirk as he leaned in close, his head on my shoulder and his lips slightly grazing my ear which made me shiver. I was numb, not because of the close proximity but the look in his eyes the arrogance in his demeanor. It was terrific and scary. It looked like he was implying that I don't have an option other than following his demands. His confidence scared me. I don't know why.

Leaning in he whispered tracing his lips over my ear making me to clench my fists into balls.

"You will. You have to, or your secret will be out and trust me it will be not good." He caressed my cheek with back of his hand and I felt like my heart is going to explode. I couldn't speak, maybe because of his aura which was scary and terrific and moreover what kind of secret is it? I will regret? What is he talking about?

Time skip

"Where is he?" Yoongi stood up from the couch making me roll my eyes back into my brain. Over enthusiastic brother of mine.

"I can kill him with poison not a big deal" Jin shrugged while crossing his arms as if it was nothing.

"Umm you can get arrested." I announced and I'm sure they didn't think of the consequences.

"Not when I'm the lawyer. But still I want him to get arrested for betraying me. This fucking Butter!!!" I heard Hoseok's voice who was in the kitchen still trying find a dust bin to throw the butter on the bread which was secretly given by Jin who carefully hid the yellow butter with red jam.

"Ignore him. Tell me when was the dinner I would be ready with something poisonous from my lab" Jin suggested.

They're not being serious right!?

"I............" I couldn't let out the words, clenching my fist tight recalling the fact that I didn't give him a slap or kicked him in the balls for doing something extreme years ago. It was still fresh in my mind.

"Fuck, I never wanted to kill someone this bad" Yoongi agreed walking towards his room literally stomping all the way.

"You can kill anyone Yoongi hyung, but first kill Jin hyung , he fucking hid the dust bin in the freezer." Hoseok yelled out loud and Jin shut his lips trying to hold his laughter but couldn't stop his shoulders which were shaking furiously, his whole body vibrated as he laughed while sitting there still hearing Hoseok's curses.

"You should talk to him." I heard a familiar voice and shifting my attention to the man beside me, his clucth laid beside him leaning on the couch.

Kim Namjoon the one with whom I'm comfortable with, or I have become comfortable in these 3 years. He was by my side when I refused to see Taehyung for a while, he was there with me as he was told by Taehyung. At first he was grumpy, cold and strict, how can he not when the master mind of the gang, a mafia gang, was told to nurse a young girl. If Taehyung's the Mafia king then Namjoon's the man who was the master of strategies.

He was there always right behind the door crossing his hands and gazing me with his cold stare. I could let him stay, why? Because he's like me.....H-He dies right in the end, just like that. And it was because to save someone else. This particular man, didn't live for himself even for a second. He lived to guide Taehyung and later to protect him.

And one day he confronted me straight on my face, with his hard stare hitting my face like a slap.

"Stop pitying me." He stood there with left hand being supported by the metal clutch.

"I don't want someone to pity me. Stop with that look, I'm not dumb to notice it. You are the one who should be pitied. Not me. Stop pitying me just because I'm CRIPPLED." He yelled his free hand grabbing my shoulder shaking me violently.

And I stood numb, silent and quiet watching him.

"Pity? That's not what I think" I retorted.

"Then what do you think? I can see i-"

"I think we are alike. You are just as I am. But we're still different....you are YOU and I'm ME. You're strong.....And I-I.......Why can't I be as strong as you. Why can't I protect people whom I love like you did? Why are you so capable? And why am I so-...." 

I couldn't stop myself from bawling out my eyes. I cried all the day , all the night and he sat by my side on my bed with my head under his palm, patting my head awkwardly with his a frown. That's the day 1 of our friendship. And he was on my list to protect from dying.

He didn't like her when they first met but still, she was different from what he thought and from what he expected. And he never ever seen a case where he was proved wrong. Maybe she's not like she thought. Maybe? And that's how Namjoon spent all those 3 years and he didn't realise he was one of the men who would be the first one to rush to her side when she cries. He was silent these days because he's aware of the fact that a dumb guy who was named Kim Taehyung would run like puppy to save her. But these days, Taehyung is not bein dumb, he's being Dumber and Dumbest.

And god knows how he managed to get three more dorks with weirdest personalities. One is a doctor, other one is a fucking lawyer and the last one was a dumb basketball player. A whole nut case. Namjoon was known to maintain his cool, but..........it has changed when Jin had entered their mansion and demanded a loads of food like it was his personal restaurant and lectured him for not even knowing how to cut an onion, Hoseok entered with a lots of files in his hand and threw it right on his face asking for Taehyung saying that he can't cover up his dirty work anymore, Yoongi stood out of the house asking for an apology for misunderstanding Taehyung, it would have been nice if he stood out, he entered the house saying it was sunny outside and when Namjoon had tried to stop him he flashed his middle finger. Making Namjoon gawk at him like he was some alien. Who would enter your house saluting with a middle finger? Fuck is that?

But he must say, Y/n seems more like a human rather than those 4 hurricanes looming and roaming through streets.

Namjoon's always right! He is the mot matured person here and the one whom I trust on making decisions, either small or big.

"Talk to him, and make your heart light. Confront him, don't stuff things like these in your heart, they turn black and you will have to regret in the end, I'm sure you can do that. And don't worry nothing will happen." Namjoon's hand found my head and he slowly patted my head making me smile. This guy is just amazing. He says as if I could do anything in this world all by myself. The power of his words can make your heart melt and your mind to get activated.

"I will." I flashed my smile which didn't last long.

"Which restaurant is it?" I heard yoongi speaking and shut my eyes in frustration as I heard the clicking sound of a hard thing meeting the marble floor in a rhythm.

I need not to see what he was doing....that must be a baseball bat in his hands which he kept hitting the floor softly making a rhythm of it's own, he must have been leaned against the couch where I'm seated as the voice is somewhere close to me from behind.

Leaning my head back with a sigh I opened my eyes only to see exactly what I have imagined.

God give me a break.

Hoseok entered the living room stomping all the way towards Jin and slammed the bread with hidden butter on the floor making the carpet to look ummmmmm-ugly? Or irritatinggly ugly? Both are same?

"You will pay for it! I'm gonna sue you. I will make sure to get you behind the bars for 10 fucking years." Hoseok's voice boomed and I heard someone's heart shattering.

uh-oh Namjoon's new carpet needs a cleaning. I felt sorry for Namjoon who kept watching the new stain on the new carpet for nth time.

"And by the way, hyung.........use gloves and avoid crowdy places. Check if there's a witness or even if you don't I will save you from getting behind the bars." Hoseok continued as now turned his head towards Yoongi who was still fuming with anger but now the rhythm of the baseball bat is a bit louder and harder.

It's been 2 hours since I am here in his mansion, but where is he? He should have been here right beside me maintaining a suitable distance though.

"Where's Taehyung?" Those words left my lips even before I could control them.

"He's sleeping." Namjoon's answer came out a little while later as he tried hard to take his gaze off the newly stained carpet.

Sleeping? A mission? He was awake all the night?

"He was busy all the night?" I inquired and Namjoon just sighed recalling something. Or he sighed because of Hoseok's and Jin's bickering at the back end.

"He w-was knock...ed out? Yeah, Knocked out-" Namjoon was about to say something else but Yoongi beat him to it.

"Stop bluffing Joon, just say that he wasted last night and we three did a great job bringing his heavy ass here." Yoongi revealed and Namjoon slapped his forehead.

"He.......He was drinking?"  Is it because of me? But still it's for good.

Just saying his name made me realise one thing that I failed to consider.

"Don't ever say a word to Taehyung about this dinner. I swear I will stop talking to you guys if you do that." I threatened and sprinted up from the couch leaving them by themselves.

Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon stayed silent as they watched her dissappearing from their eyes sight and out of a sudden a loud scream left Jin's lips.

"TAEHYUNG!!!!!!!!!! JUNGKOOK'S TAKING Y/N FOR A DATEEEEEEEEE" Jin yelled as he stood up from the couch and the rest of the three guys kept watching him with a poker face.

"What!?" Jin asked as he quirked his brow up asking what he had done wrong.

And that's it. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok yelled out in unison walking straight towards Taehyung's room screaming on top of their lungs.

"Y/N'S GOING ON A DATE TAEHYUNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At Seventh heaven 7.30 pm

Jungkook sat there on his seat interwining his fingers, propping his elbows up on the table before him, crossing his legs one over the other in pride he shifted his attention to the glass window of the luxurious restaurant ever in the city which he managed to book with greatest difficulty.

The transparent glass window reflected his image which he studied closely. He was dressed in a neat plain white shirt which complimented his skin a way too much, he purposely tried a shirt with measurements which were a bit lower than to his so that the shirt could stick to his body like a glue, stretching his shirt over his wide and robust chest, his bulky bisceps flexing as he wanted, even at the rarest moments, his long hair tied into a pony at the back making it look undeniably sexy, his jaw line drool worthy and his sleeves rolled up to show off his sexy tattoos on those calloused arms. A small smirk tugged up his lips as his fingers elevated to unbotton his shirt's first two buttons with an intention to make his chest visible as much as he wanted.

Giving a nod at his reflection, being satisfied, he turned his attention towards the entrance and his eyes glistening with excitement as he found a familiar fingure approaching.

His eyes raked over her body as he saw her observing her surroundings, he caught her figure and realised that's what he wanted all these years. Her! Her long hair resting on her back reached her waist, her thighs looked like he could straddle them all the day and night while he goes on doing her. Her plain shirt with a pair of jeans implied that she wasn't that Interested in this date, but his eyes were having a feast of that tight ass stuffed in those blue jeans making him suck in breathe as he imagined how tight would she be to wreck her on his bed. His eyes slowly elevated to her chest and a sudden urge to touch her right there and feel her softness in his rough hands seemed a pretty good idea.

He saw her shifting her attention towards him finally finding him eye raping her, and he just smirked waving his hand conveying his presence. Standing up to receive his date he watched her striding towards him in a fast pace, his eyes attached to her jiggling chest without any shame made him instantly hard.

He was waiting for her to reach him and when she did, his face was whipped to the side with her hand laid flat on his cheek. Her chest heaved up and down as she watched him with menace.

"You should be in prison for failing someone's breaks just to get what you wanted. Your jealousy had costed a life."

So She knew that he was guilty of it. How? Right Kim Taehyung is a bastard.

Her palm came in contact with his cheek again but now with much force making his cheek red.

"I just came here to give a slap and curse you so bad. And I hope you realise that I won't stay still until I watch you getting punished for what you did." She said tears of fury leaving her eyes as she was beyond furious watching him being not guilty.

Her hand elevated again to slap him hard as she could but he caught her arm dragging her close, with his hand secured around her waist tight, her chest colliding his rough one making him hard to keep his voice down.

"Leave! you Bastard!" She wiggled with all her strength but he just dragged her hand which was in a mission to touch his cheek, to reach his lips. Placing a soft peck on the back of her hand clucthing it tight but with a hint of delicacy he titled his head and staring right into her eyes he spoke.

"If I get punished, then you should get punished too for betraying everyone around you." He spoke making her halt...

What?

"What the hel-" even before she could complete her sentence, he interrupted making her breathe to get struck inside her throat. Her voice died long ago and she stumbled on her feet right enough for him to make her steady in his embrace.

"Why don't we sit and Talk...... Y/F/N?"

She long forgotten her real name. She was Min Y/n to each and every one here but how does.............How did he find out?