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a/n: this is my first fic and it's taken me near a year to get the balls to post it. I would like to make this a series or drabble series if people seem interested in reading more. Please let me know if you like it :)
Let’s start from the beginning. Which was the night you saved the maknae’s life.
You were leaving your late-night shift at 929, the convenience store you worked at. The job, like the rest of your college experience, wasn’t in any way glamourous. But the owners were nice, and since it was a 24-hour store, it was easy to get hours despite your demanding college schedule; you just had to be willing to sacrifice sleep. It was a heavy stock day, so you were getting out later than you planned, but you lived less than a mile from your apartment, so you didn’t mind the walk back. Something was comforting about walking the 9th ward at 3 a.m. when the streets are the quietest. The late-night crowd from the gambling halls and bars always seem to turn in around 2, and the more motivated hustlers tend to wake up at 4 to get a head start on their day. The hour of 3 a.m. was the 60min breath of fresh air where few people roamed the streets. It was a common hour where criminals and businessmen alike hugged their pillows.
A chill lingered in the air the way it always does after a big rainstorm, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. By the look of the sidewalks, you were going to get your socks wet on the walk home, thanks to the weakening seems on your only pair of boots. You kept your pepper spray in one hand and your phone in your pocket as you made your way down the street. Just because 3 a.m. was a quieter hour did not mean it was safe, especially in the 9th ward. Staying aware of your surroundings gave people less of a chance to sneak up on you, so you didn’t check your notification or listen to music. So you made yourself walk confidently, seeming like more trouble than you or your wallet is worth, is one of your primary forms of self-defense on nights like these.
When you moved out of the university dorms after your freshman year, you told your family of your plans to share a house with a few friendly classmates in the quiet suburbs outside the city where it was safer, and that seemed to quell their worries. And as long as they weren’t worried about you, you were okay with lying to them. Because you didn’t live in the suburbs, you very much lived in a shitty apartment where you were fairly certain all your neighbors were drug dealers. But your landlord Mrs.Rita doesn’t seem to mind at all. To your knowledge, the location was in a gang neutral territory, so you didn’t need to worry about any raids or shootings that you hear talk often on the bus or at work.
Because you did not live near the suburbs. You have lived in the 9th ward for the better part of three years. It was the dirtiest and most dangerous part of the city capital, a place where gangs, drugs, violence, ruled the streets. It was also the cheapest place to live and only a 20-minute commute from your university by public transport. When you first got accepted into university, your parents were as happy for you as they were worried. The university had one of the top medical programs in the world, and to be accepted on scholarship was an honor even they couldn't overlook, but living across the ocean in a different country meant they lived with no peace of mind. So you always kept your letters and phone calls short and pleasant. You never complained or let them know of any struggles you were having because the moment they got word of your hardships, they would latch onto that and convince you to come home.
You hadn’t made it eight blocks from the store when you heard someone cry out. It was a strangled sound that made you freeze in your tracks before it was quickly cut short. The silence was accompanied by a low thud that made your stomach drop. Your heart pounded in your ears as possibilities raced through your mind. It could be some restless teens goofing off late at night, it could be something you can just stroll pass without a problem, but it was equally likely that it wasn’t. And you didn’t know what to do about that risk.
You debated turning around and going back to the store and hiding out for an hour or two until whatever happened settled down.
It was the sound of another cry out that broke you from the worrying debate as your instincts sent you flying in the direction of the sound because apparently, your instincts aren’t here to keep you alive. You turned the corner and peered down the alley where the commotion was coming from to be met by a set of thugs corning a young boy. The thugs turned at the sound of your shoes scraping against the asphalt and sneered at you. “What do you think you’re doing” you demanded as you took in the scene of two men and met eyes with the young boy with wide doe eyes who was pinned to the wall by the largest man in the group. The boy had what looked to be the start of a black eye and a small trickle of blood running from his split lip. He looked a few years younger than you, and by the looks of the brand name on the sleeve of his shirt, he had no reason to be in this part of town.
“Keep walking, sweetheart before you see something you don’t want to,” one of them who was covered in tattoos growled. You felt your legs tremble as part of you wished to listen to him. “Leave him alone,” you pushed in a voice that was much weaker than you intended. What were you doing? Did you have a deathwish?
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the tattoos questioned, voicing your own thoughts as his scrawny partner pushed off the wall stalked towards you.
“Do you think this is going to go well for you?” Scrawny taunted as he closed the distance. You stepped back, making sure to keep your back to the mouth of the alleyway to avoid getting cornered to the wall.
“Get out of here,” the boy warned, you spared him a look to see Tattoos kneed him in the gut. The boy's face twisting in pain served distraction enough for Scrawny to charge toward you and shove you toward the wall before you could react. “I thought we told you to scram '' he sneered in an oily voice. One of his hands that was backing your figure against the wall reaching up to tug at a strand of your hair, “Or does a tiny thing like you want to play the hero?” you felt his hot breath on your face as he crowded you. An involuntary squeak slipped from you, and your heart pounded as your mind begged you to do something quickly. Before Scrawny could make another move, you held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut, wedging your arm between the two of you and pulling the trigger on the pepper spray while simultaneously bringing your knee up between his legs.
An involuntary squeak of pain left your throat as Scrawny pushed away from, taking a lock of your hair with him and howling in pain. Opening your eyes to water in the residue of the mace in the air, you realized you must have hit your target because the man was no longer on his feet and slowly curling into a ball on the ground.
Tattoo’s cursed under his breath and pulled the boy off the wall by his shirt and slammed his body into the brick twice in frustration. The sound of the impact echoed in the alley. You screamed out in horror. Desperate to get the man away from the boy, you pulled your shoe off your foot and lobbed it at the back of Tatto’s head.
With a growl, he released the boy who crumpled to the ground before turning his attention to you.
He looked down at the ground making a point to toe the boot out of his way before prowling forward a preditor cornering his prey. You found his intimidation tactic was effective as you raised your pepper spray between you, hand trembling. The man barked a laugh. “Go ahead, sweetheart, I put that stuff on my eggs for breakfast,” he taunted.
Under normal circumstances, you would call bullshit, but right now as he stalked towards you, you were willing to believe such an unorthodox diet. Please be a thug and not a rapist, you found yourself begging in the back of your mind as he slapped the can out of your hand before you could even press down on the trigger. With a seemingly effortless flick of his wrist, he backhanded you across the cheek, the momentum sending you flying towards the ground. The smack of skin still rang in your ears as you landed hard on the asphalt palms stinging. Tears welled in your eyes as Tattoo’s grabbed your hair by the roots and leaned to whisper in your ear.
But no threats came. Instead, you were tugged harshly to the side nearly faceplanting to the ground, and a scream ripped from your throat in the confusion. You opened your eyes to see Tattoos on the ground next to you, and the boy you were ‘saving’ leaned over you.
“C’mon get up!” he grabbed your hand, pulling you onto your feet. You winced as your hair untangled from Tattoo’s now limp grip, and you looked over to see the man had fallen on the ground with you blinking dazed as blood trickled from his temple.
“Run!” the boy ordered, keeping hold of your hand and dragging you out the alley and back up the street. You trailed behind him clumsily at first, thrown off balance by your missing shoe. But it wasn’t long before you heard footsteps tromping behind you, and you magically regained your coordination with the new burst of adrenaline and fear.
“Don’t look back,” the boy huffed before you could spare a glance over your shoulder.
“C’mon this way,” You pant taking the lead and pulling him into the alley by 929. “We can’t-” you hushed him as he started to argue, pulling him behind one of the dumpsters as you heard the thugs run past you and turn the corner onto the next street. The two of you sat in silence for an eternity of a minute, holding your breath as you made sure they didn’t come back. At that time, you realized you grossly underestimated the boy’s age. He didn’t look like a high schooler at all. He was handsome, and although his shirt near swallowed him, you could see the fabric stick to his defined biceps and what looked to be a solid stomach.
“I think we’re good,” he whispered, breaking you from a trance. He smiled at your startled expression, “I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he said with a grin as he offered his hand. Grasping his hand, you responded with your own name as he helped you up from your crouch.
“I wouldn’t doubt it if they turn back around though, I wouldn’t doubt if there’s more than two of them. We need to get off the street,” he breathed, turning to you. “I have a place” you offered, wondering why you were about to risk your employment for this stranger as you walked deeper in the alley to where the back entrance of 929 was. “Please don’t touch anything,” you requested as you unlocked the door. He cracked a small smile, which in turn cracked his lip as it started to well red with blood. You need to get the first aid kit- you thought to yourself.
You entered the store and immediately locked eyes with your shift cover, Skip -the owner’s nephew. He was a lanky fellow about 1 year past due for a haircut, but he never gave you any trouble. “What are you doing back here?” he questioned, eyeing you and Jungkook’s disheveled state.
“What are you doing back here? Why aren’t you on the floor?” you shot back, trying to appear calm. He scowled at you before returning to the register upfront.
You led Jungkook through the backroom to the small corner that was the ‘employees lounge’, a folding chair and card that was half-covered in inventory documents and leaned a little too far to the left.
“Best stay in the backroom since the front of the store is made up of windows,” you said lightly before reaching for the first aid kit on a nearby shelf. He watched you curiously as you shuffled through the dusty medical supplies. This can't be sanitary, you thought to yourself as you read through the expired labels with slight difficulty as your hands shook. You were just coming down from an adrenaline high, you told yourself stubbornly,
You settled on the hydrogen peroxide which didn’t look out of date just yet and poured some on the cleanest rag you could find and willing your hand to hold steady before prodding it gently at the scratches on his face. Jungkook tried to keep his expressions neutral, tried to keep his eyes staring past you and to the doorway to avoid studying every detail of your face. But he found himself failing as he watched you fall into the comfort of tending to his wounds. The distraction grounding you more than putting you on edge. As you reached for his hands to pick out the rubble and wrap his split knuckles, he realized that he was shaking, and he flushed with embarrassment. But you didn’t seem to notice or judge him at least. You inspected his hand with a trained eye overseeing the tremor and instead focusing on the swelling on his wrist. Fractured, you wondered, watching his face cautiously as you gave an experimental turn. He flinched, confirming your suspicion, and you winced thinking about how you grabbed his arm to pull him into the alley.
“Thank you for helping me,” he said, finally breaking the silence, “and for this,” he ended awkwardly, pulling his hand from your grasp and gesturing to the rag in your hand and the first aid kit. “Oh,” you let out not quite knowing how to respond to such a situation, “umm you’re welcome I mean anyone would-”
“They wouldn’t,” he cut you off with another cheeky grin, “but I’m glad you did. Although I’m sorry, you had to” you nodded in response all words lost as you flushed unsure of what to do with yourself you shuffled through the first aid kit.
“Wait, wait, we didn’t get you,” he murmured, taking your hand and gently turning it palm up to reveal the scattered scratches. He stood from the chair maneuvering you so you could be seated instead, before helping himself to the first aid kid. He picked out a few bits of gravel before carefully dabbing the scrapes to clean them, and reaching for the thin white strips of gauze. Wrapping your hands in a way, he saw you wrap his own. You smiled amused, while it was a little unnecessary to wrap your hands, the cuts on his were much deeper than your own. You appreciated the gesture. You couldn’t remember the last time someone tended to your wounds.
“Now Cinderella, let’s take a look at that foot,” he said with a teasing smile as he crouched down, reaching for your ankle.
Panic flew through you as you pulled your foot away with an embarrassing squeal. “No need, it’s fine. I swear,” you flushed.
He looked at you, amused, “Everyone has feet, it’s fine,” he taunted, reaching for your soggy sock.
“I know, I know, but please,” you gasped. “I’m ticklish, and I will squirm,” you warned.
“I think I can handle it.”
“No, you can’t. I don't want to hurt you. I think your wrist is broken,” you accused in your desperation to deflect. Jungkook looked up at you with a faltering smile argument dying on his lips “or fractured at least, the swelling indicates that-”
“You’re a doctor?” he questioned, looking pleasantly surprised.
“No, not yet, at least. I’m in school, but not far enough to help you. We should really get you to the hospital to get it taken care of, and who knows what state your ribs are in,” you said, looking down as he still kneeled on the ground.
“Oh no, no hospital” he argued quickly, and you raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously “If you let it heal wrong it’ll-”
“I’ll have a friend take me, I don’t want you to go through that trouble” you looked at him unimpressed but didn’t push you knew when a fight was a lost cause.
“Well, are you going to call a friend or a cab to pick you up, I’m not letting you just walk out there to die after risking my life for you” you teased. He rolled his eyes at the statement but agreed he should call someone.
You wandered a little closer to the front of the store to give him a sense of privacy as he made his call. You felt a twinge of pain in your ankle as you got up and reached down to tug your sock off. You wondered if you rolled it in your heroic flee earlier.
As you assess yourself for an injury, you couldn’t help but overhear Jungkook’s conversation. It seems he called a friend instead of a cab. What stood out to you was his tone of voice when he spoke. You know there is no easy way to tell a friend you got mugged, some dumb girl interfered, and now you were hiding out in the back of a convenience store, but he had a tone of... professionalism? As if he were calling his boss and informing him of a missed deadline. He spoke efficiently and made odd references as if he were speaking in a code of some kind.
It never occurred to you at any point this evening that Jungkook could be dangerous. Sitting alone with him in the back of the shop, he gave off such a warm and inviting presence that you never questioned what he was capable of. You just assumed he was the victim of a mugging. But now, taking in his clothing, how he spoke to his ‘friend’ on the phone, and the way he refused to go to the hospital, you start to wonder just who you let in the store.
“Did you need to call someone?” you jumped as his voice broke your trail of thought, and he looked at you apologetically.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I just thought you may wanna call a cab yourself” he offered
You worried your lip as you looked at the idle screen of your own phone, and your mind drew a blank at who you could call. You had friends, just No one you could call at 4:30 a.m. on a school night and ask for a ride to your apartment that was less than two miles away. You really didn’t want to pay for a cab either. The thought of sitting in a vehicle with a stranger sounds less than ideal, not to mention the cab fare in the area was ridiculous.
Finally, sighing, you looked up at him with a teasing smile, “I was just going to head home once I know you're safe,” you said, trying your best to make your voice seem light. Jungkook smiled but not out of humor.
“You’re joking, right? Look, I’m not trying to sound disrespectful, but you really shouldn’t be out there like that this late”
You scrunch your nose in displeasure, and before you could kindly remind him, it was nearly 5 o’clock in the morning. It was you who saved his ass just over an hour ago he pushed forward “Those guys saw your face just as much as mine. It’s not safe to be out tonight; you have no clue if they're lurking.”
You felt a small chill of fear go through you, and you couldn’t help yourself from asking, “Did you know them? What did they want from you?” He looked uneasy at your question, and you wondered if saving him might have unexpected consequences. “No, no, I didn’t know them, or why they mugged me; they probably wanted my wallet or something,” he finally said with a shrug, but it didn’t feel like the truth. “Jungkook do-”
“Hey, let me give you a ride home.”
You were caught off guard by his offer, but as he continued to plead with you and reminded you of all the dangers of walking home, you took him up on his request.
You tried to act normal while you waited with him for his friend to come to pick the two of you up. You considered thinking of an excuse to get out of the ride home, but he never did anything to you to prove he wasn’t trustworthy. You told yourself you were just paranoid after such a jarring experience. Jungkook was probably as worked up as you were after all.
Then the car pulled up. It was sleek black and with a soft purring engine that looked out of place on the west side of the city. You looked between the car and Jungkook trying to determine if he was rich or a criminal as the driver side window rolled down revealing the most stunning man you’ve ever who looked at you in a way that had you pulling at the edge of your work polo to smooth out the wrinkles.
“Get in bitches we’re going shopping,” he said in fake enthusiasm. You didn’t know how to react to the outdated Mean Girl’s reference, and he laughed at your dumbfounded expression. “I’m kidding, but seriously Kook please get your friend in the car before we get shot. The area isn’t secure,” he said, flashing a carefree rectangular smile.
Jungkook cursed under his breath before putting his good hand against your lower back to urge you into the backseat of the car before sliding in behind you. As you made your way into the fine vehicle, you were very aware of your missing shoe and haggard appearance. You worried you may soil the interior permanently. The car took off as soon as Jungkook slid in the back behind you. And Jungkook pulled the door shut with a curse as the car started rolling.
You looked up to see the driver was an equally beautiful man. You weren’t one to compare humans to higher beings. However, you were very aware that you were sitting in the car with a Greek god and his angel best friend. Saints were you in some kind of beautiful men only au you needed to find a way out before your heart exploded. You curse yourself for thinking so shallowly when you may not even be in the clear of a life-threatening situation just yet.
But you noticed you were sitting behind the angel in the driver’s seat, and as far as you were concerned, that was a pretty good position to be in, in the case of a kidnapping. They would have a hard time holding you hostage if you had your hands around their driver’s throat. “These are my friends Jimin and Taehyung,” Jungkook introduced as you both buckled. “Guys, this is... Cinderella,” Jungkook says, stretching out his words as he thought. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as Jimin let out a laugh, the sound as pure as bells.
Taehyung turned around with a challenging glint in his eye, and your stomach dropped as you recognized his face. “Is that what you go by, princess” he taunted, and you squirmed under his gaze.
“Do you two know each other?” Jungkook asked, brows furrowed.
“We go way back” Taehyung, who up until now you knew as V, teased. Jungkook looked at you expectantly.
“He’s uh- he’s my dealer,” you said quietly as you stared at your lap, “nothing heavy just some Adderall during finals season,” you said flushing. It was true although your interactions were brief until tonight, you didn’t even know his name. You just knew him as the guy in the hoodie that hung out behind the Mexican restaurant, not too far off-campus. He wore a mask any time you met probably to hide such a distinct smile, but the moment you heard his voice, you recognized him.
“And mid-term season and -”
“We get it, Tae,” Jimin said with a warning to his tone.
The car fell into a tense silence before your body was once again lurched into the car door from Jimin, taking another tight turn, and the motion helped you gather your wits.
“Are we going to the hospital?’ you asked, confused about how confidently Jimin was driving despite not knowing your address.
“No, we’re taking a few laps around town before we drop you off just in case we have anyone following you guys, you don’t want your friends from earlier to know where you live” Jimin offered. The confidence in his voice suddenly made you uncomfortable as you realized they may be experienced in this situation. “Why would we go to the hospital; are you injured?” he followed concern bleeding into his voice. Taehyung turned around in his seat to assess you for himself, lips quirking at the sight of your missing shoe. “No, Jungkook is his wrist-”
“Is fine, I'll have someone look at it when we get to the house” Jungkook cut you off with a warning look. Teahyung laughed “You’re getting an earful tonight brother.” he teased as Jimin took a sharp turn lurching your body into the door, “I- umm I would like to go home as soon as possible, please,” you asked weakly as you saw the first rays of the sun were starting to paint the buildings.
Jimin’s eyes flashed towards you in the rearview mirror, concerned, “I really do promise to get you home safely, princess, but to do that, please let me do my job first and then this night will be over.” he assured his voice warm and confident. And while part of you believed he truly did plan to get you home safe tonight the rest of your mind was immediately set on high alert by his kind words
Forty-odd minutes later, you found yourself deep in the upper east side of the city where all the houses had tall iron fences, and the yards were decorated with fountains. By the time you gave Jimin the address of your apartment, the streets were beginning to come to life with the weekday morning traffic.
“How long have you been staying there?” Tae asked, recognizing Mrs.Rita's establishment.
“I’ve actually been living there for about 3 years now. It’s a dump, but I’m broke, so what can you do” you offered tiredly as you leaned against the window unphased by your new nickname. Throughout the car ride, Taehyung’s names for you went from Cinderella to Ella, to El. Jimin stuck with calling you Princess, however, it didn’t feel like an insult coming from his lips.
Throughout the ride, Jungkook and Tae had done an excellent job of calming your nerves and keeping you distracted. Tae had been going on and on about which coffee shop was the best one, and you were pleased when he agreed that your favorite shop served the best dirty chi in town.
‘Tae has a talent for finding everything dirty in this town’ Jimin had teased before receiving a smack on the shoulder from the younger.
You think you might have heard Tae ask a follow-up question, or perhaps he was talking to Jungkook as you listened to the rumble of his response. But all you could focus on were the manicured lawns of the east side and fighting the heavyweight of your eyelids against the morning sun.
“Ella,” Jungkook sang lightly, giving your shoulder a small shake. You blinked blearily at him as your surroundings slowly came to focus, and you remembered where you were. You sat up with a gasp, immediately cursing yourself for falling asleep in a car full of strange men.
“Your castle awaits Princess,” Jimin offered as they rolled up to the complex, and you realized Tae was no longer in the front seat next to him. He must have gotten dropped off on your way to the Westside. You looked around in shock. They really didn’t kidnap you. You thanked them for the ride while Jungkook slid out the car rushing around the back and opening the door to help you out, ever the gentleman.
“I wanted to thank you… again” Jungkook said shyly as he walked you to your door, you hand on his arm as if he truly were escorting a lady.
“I- its no problem.” You said, unsure of how to go on with the attention. “Why didn’t you tell them my real name?” you asked as you ascended the stairs.
“I didn’t want to violate your privacy like that, you were in a car full of strange men. That’s stressful enough” Your heart warmed at his kindness.
“But you walking me to my door and knowing where I live should put me at ease?” you challenge as you came to a stop in front of your apartment. Jungkook flushed as he looked around, noticing just how exposed the complex is. He didn't like that the area wasn’t gated, and the entrances were outside like a cheap motel.
“I suppose I didn’t think that through,” he shrugged.
“Just remember I have pepper spray, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
He chuckled before you both fell into an awkward silence, not knowing how to say goodbye, and for a brief moment, you realized neither of you wanted to.
“Well, I better-”
“Yeah yeah definitely,” he agreed, scratching the back of his neck. “You have a good night or morning,” he offered with a smile as you unlocked your door and parted ways.
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You don’t remember falling asleep, but you remember when your alarm went off at 10 a.m. and deciding you were going to skip your classes and sleep in. You were in need of a ‘mental health’ day more than ever after the night-morning, you had. It was near 2 p.m. when you finally cracked your eyes open. Hunger and the need to relieve yourself finally dragging you from your sleep. You stumbled aimlessly as you took care of your body’s needs and even entertained a shower.
But after the shower, you were at a loss. You didn’t know what to do of yourself. At one point you checked your temperature to try to determine if it was all a fever dream, but the gauze on your hands and the bruise on your cheek confirmed you did, in fact, whip a thugs ass last night and got your own ass handed to you as a result. After further investigation, you found that your left boot was still missing and wondered if you could find it if you searched for it on your way to work in the evening.
After an hour of contemplation, you decided you had to move on with life. One night of adventure wasn’t going to change your reality. You were still a student in the throes of pre-med school, you still have responsibilities and assignments. And while last night’s adventure will be a great tale to share with some friends over drinks at the pub on Friday night, it was Wednesday afternoon, and you still had assignments to do. You indulged in putting on the old jazz record you dad mailed you for Christmas your freshman year. At the time, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t even have a record player, so you put away a little money for every paycheck until you could find a cheap used one at a rummage store.
You're sure the quality isn’t the best. Still, you’re also sure you have never heard a more beautiful sound than the day you finally dropped the needle on the disk and listened to the familiar tune. And while you have since gotten other records, this one remains your favorite. You were singing along in a terrible impression of the musician, for your own entertainment as you made your bed and got out your books to study when you heard a rapid knock at your door.
You called out as you made your way to your door, surprised by the unexpected guest. Perhaps your music was too loud. Perhaps your singing was too loud. You were mortified by the thought.
You opened the door apologizing on your lips when you saw nothing but covered the hallway. Perhaps it was some brat pranking you, you thought to yourself bitterly. But as you went to close your door, you saw a small parcel sitting on the ground outside. Picking up the box there was a small note attached that merely said
“For Cinderella: Thanks”
Taking it inside, you opened the box carefully to find a shiny new pair of black boots. Much finer than the ones you owned before. The leather was soft and polished, and the laces were crips. And dare you say, they were much more fashionable than your old pair. Curiously you tried them on to find that they were your exact size.
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The Bangtan family believed in life debts, it was one of the few traditions that they valued enough to maintain and honor. If someone were to save a member's life, that person no matter their class, status, or gang affiliation, was added to the ‘No Harm List.’ A very short but sacred list of individuals the Bangtan family went out of their way to protect and ensure the safety of from their gang as well as any others in the area. The life debt was not paid by just the member who was saved, but the entire family. And while no life-debt could be valued more than another, the entire Bangtan family was quickly made aware of the new princess of the lower west side. Rumor spread of Cinderella and how you saved the manke, heir to the family dynasty’s life.
“I don’t think this counts as paying your life debt,” Suga sighed as he put the car in park in front of your apartment complex.
“I’m not trying to pay it off! You can't do that. This is to thank her, now please go set it by her door. She can’t know it was from me,” Jungkook pleaded to his elder.
“Who else would buy her shoes?” the elder challenged with a raised eyebrow.
Jungkook didn’t reply but merely stared at him pleadingly, his doe eyes reflecting the cosmos. Suga sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt thinking of 100 more important things he should be doing right now before making his way up the concrete stairs to your apartment. He heard soft jazz music seeping through the door, accompanied by a terrible impression of Louis Armstrong. Suga huff with laughter as he set the package down and knocked on your door, pulling his cap down as he strolled back to his vehicle.