[Credit to -minhyukie- for the book cover] & [Credit to moonbean101 for the edits of their outfits]

Third Person Point Of View

Taehyung: I'm checking you out

Me: why
what's wrong

Taehyung: There was a setback

Me: a setback?

Taehyung: Something just backfired, and we need back up. I'll be there in ten.

Me: okay

Jimin locked his phone back and anxiously began packing his belongings up. Class was almost over, so the teacher didn't bother to question his rush.

Being checked out because of an emergency by Taehyung was nothing new. Maybe once or twice a month this occurred.

He could hear some kids snickering in the corner of the classroom about his phone. It was a flip phone, yes laugh all you want.

It wasn't his real phone though. His actual phone was always up to date, this was his work phone.

It's a flip phone because they're easy to dispose. Cheap to buy another one whenever necessary. The only contacts in it were his work partners. Nothing else because nothing else was needed.

The bell finally rang and everyone hurried out of class. Jimin, being the first out of the classroom. He hurriedly rushed to his locker and grabbed his backpack and his math notebook. Even though he had work to do with Taehyung, he wasn't going to let anything put his grades down. He sped out of the school's building.

"I swear these panties will be the death of me.", Jungkook whined as he secretly picked his wedgie with his back faced towards some lockers.

"I can understand the whole skirts deal and everything, but you don't have to wear that kind of underwear, Jungkook. It's not like anyone's going to see them.", Baekhyun laughed as he watched his best friend follow through with those certain actions.

Jungkook shrugged, "Pretty hurts, babe."

No, they two are not a couple. Never have been. Best friends in fact. Jungkook just calls everyone "babe". As long as they don't mind it.

Baekhyun smiled at how cutely his best friend became once he finally started dressing this way. He always did question why Jungkook was always more fond of the women's section whenever they went shopping instead of the men's. He even noticed that whenever they went to the mall together Baekhyun had to drag him to The Gap with him while Jungkook just eagerly gawked at the Victoria's Secret across from it.

"Jungkook?"

Jungkook hummed a response as he opened the school's front doors for the both of them.

"What are you doing after school? My mom and dad are having a date night and I don't want to be alone.", Baekhyun sighed poking his bottom lip out.

Just then someone bumped into Jungkook. Jungkook fell to the ground and his head shot up, "Uhm, ouch?"

The person who ran into Jungkook hurriedly turned around and apologized before running off. Baekhyun sighed, "Really, Park Jimin?", and held his hand out for Jungkook to take. He accepted and let Baekhyun help him up.

"How do you know that jerk?"

"No reason."

"Oh okay."

He brushed his pastel pink skirt off. While thanking Baekhyun.

Jungkook returned the same amount of cuteness overload, "Sorry, babe but tonight's game night with my mom. She'll be crushed if I didn't want to hang out with her."

Baekhyun nodded understanding. Jungkook was a "Momma's boy". He'd do anything for his mother.

"Okay, I hope you have fun with your mom."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, "Is someone jelly?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and grabbed Jungkook by the neck with his arm. He ruffled his head full of hair with his other free hand, "Shut up, dork." Baekhyun let Jungkook go but before Jungkook could retort he grabbed his head and kissed him on the forehead playfully, "I love you so much. I'll see you tomorrow, mkay?"

Jungkook smiled widely, "Mkay."

They both departed their ways. Each going a different direction then the other.

Jimin ran straight across the street and opened the passenger side's door to Taehyung's car.

"What happened?", Jimin demanded. Yes, Jimin knew his place. Taehyung was his elder and boss, but that didn't stop Jimin from demanding an answer.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip while he ran his hand through his hair. "It was suppose to be a simple drug deal. They give us the money, and we give them the drugs. Right?"

Jimin nodded.

"Well, that's what I thought but no. They decided to flip the script on us. Long story short; we just have some urgent business to take care of."

"I know for a fact that Yoongi was one of your men for this mission....So, is he uh okay?", Jimin questioned but deep down inside he truly didn't want to know the answer to his question.

Taehyung avoided making eye contact with Jimin, "Yah, Jimin why do you care so much? I mean we all know you like him... Jimin-ah?"

Jimin looked up from his lap where his was fiddling with his fingers, "Hm?"

"Who's that?"

Taehyung pointed to someone who was walking down a sidewalk. They were wearing a pastel pink and blue and a hint of yellow shirt with the word "Cats" all over it with pictures of a cat. A pastel pink skirt, pink converse, a gold watch, a rainbow handbag, and pink kitty ears made from flowers to top it off.

Jimin followed Taehyung's finger and sighed, "Oh, that's Jungkook."

"Jungkook...? Isn't that a boy's name?"

••••

"Hey, girl open your walls. Play with your dolls. We'll be a perfect family...", Jungkook hummed while grabbing the hem of his pink skirt and swung it slightly to the left then to the right, repeatedly.

He continued to hum along to Melanie Martinez as he took a turn on Main Street. Smiling to everyone he passed by as he did so.

The owner of the town's bakery, the man who worked the ice cream parlor, and the elderly lady who sold flowers right by his favorite coffee shop.

The town was a quiet one usually, well where Jungkook lived it was. Yes, like any other normal city they had their share of violence, robberies, and gangs. Though Jungkook was taught better than to go to that side of the city.

The sun was shining brightly down this particular evening. No clouds and a slight breeze. A perfect end to a perfect school day. Not to mention, Jungkook just stopped by Victoria's Secret on his way home and picked up a little something.

If you haven't figured out yet... Jungkook crossdresses. Which is were one wears clothing traditionally worn by the opposite sex. For Jungkook, who is a male, enjoys wearing girl clothing. Including; skirts, heels, you name it he wears it.

Jungkook walked for a few minutes more than usual today. Why, was that? He looked at his surroundings. This wasn't his usual route.

He was in a very unfamiliar place. An alley to be exact. The buildings were very worn out. Their windows boarded up. Spray paint covered majority of them. Wherever there wasn't spray paint on the buildings there was pitch black paint.

Jungkook slowly reached for his phone that was resting in his sweater's pocket and paused his music. He turned around trying to see where he was exactly.

It didn't look familiar at all. Jungkook slightly pouted once he realized he got distracted by getting too into his music yet again and got lost. He crossed his arms and just turned back around facing the other way of the alley.

Jungkook made sure to text his mother that he just stopped by the cafe to get a coffee and not to worry because he'd be home soon. Jungkook wasn't one to lie, but he didn't want his mother to freak.

His mother had always been very protective of him. Well, for one that's her son. Of course, she would take a bullet for him. The second reason being an obvious one. Was that he was a crossdresser. She wouldn't want him to be taken advantage of, and to be used as someone's toy.

The sun was starting to set and Jungkook still had no idea where he was going. He just kept straight. This was not how he planned his day to go.

He feet started to hurt and his stomach began to growl. Licking his dry lips Jungkook sighed, "I swear if a weird odd amount of greasers pop out from behind a dumpster and start snapping aggressively..."

Just when Jungkook said that he heard something rustling behind a garbage can. He stopped in his tracks.

His heart began to beat faster with every footstep he heard walking behind him. Realizing what situation he was probably in Jungkook took no time in picking up his pace.

Walking faster he could hear that it was unfortunately someone following behind him. Jungkook's hands became sweaty, and he did not like where this most likely headed.

He clenched his fists, and practically started running. He just kept the thought of his home in his mind. Running into his mother's arms. Being covered in her loving kisses.

But this wasn't the case.

Jungkook felt something strong grab ahold of his sweater and pull him backwards. He groaned in pain once his back was slammed against a brick wall.

"Now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing out at a time like this?", A raspy voice questioned Jungkook as his hand began to roam under his skirt.

Jungkook's muscles flinched from the man's cold hands. He just kept his eyes shut. He knew there was no way out of this. The man had to be twice his size.

He could feel the man's hand ease it's way up his laced panties. The man who was roughly in his mid thirties grasped Jungkook's member.

Earning a hitched gasp from an exposed Jungkook.

The man chuckled naughtily, "I guess I'll be having more fun than I thought I would tonight."

Jungkook was so petrified he didn't do anything. He just stood there. Unable to move a muscle. His heart pounded from his chest. The only thought flowing through his mind at the moment was that this was not the way he intended to lose his innocence. Not like this.

The man was obviously drunk from what Jungkook could tell by the stench on his breathe.

"Please don't..."

"Oh, come on now. Have you seen what you're wearing? It's almost as if you're asking for it.", The man stated while he kissed Jungkook on the lips.

The man suddenly became angry that Jungkook wasn't kissing him back. He roughly grabbed Jungkook's chin and eyed him, "Do it."

Jungkook shook his head "No", fiercely. The man tightened his grip on Jungkook and titled his head, "Last time I checked it wasn't a question."

"Sir, I just really want to go home. I don't-"

"Did I ask what you wanted?", The man growled.

Jungkook could hear a husky chuckle coming from a few feet away.

Oh God there's more.

"Let him go." The two's attention looked in the direction from where the voice was coming from. It was very dark at this time of night. They could barely get a glimpse of him from nearby streetlights.

At that time Jungkook had a mixture of emotions. He felt safe knowing someone might help him, but then again he was still in the hands of a monster.

The man who held Jungkook against his will questioned the curios silhouette, "And if I don't?"

There was silence.

The other man didn't answer. The only sound coming from him was the sound of a gun clocking. "Or I could just shoot you right there? Your choice." The silhouette shrugged calmly.

The man let Jungkook go causing him to fall on the ground. He watched him approach the other questionable man with wide eyes.

"Why don't you put the gun down and fight me like a real man?"

Jungkook carefully watched the other place his weapon down, "Ah, good choice now I can make your death look like an accident."

Getting a rise from the drunken guy he charged at the clearly more slim figure who seemed so chill about what was happening.

The man pounced on the other hitting him directly in his face. Jungkook flinched not knowing if he should run or not. The smart thing to do would be to run right? It's just that the other guy actually was sticking up for him. No, they didn't know each other but if he just ran Jungkook knew he would feel the guilt of leaving the other just there.

Jungkook saw the other struggling to get the other off of him. To try and help the other Jungkook slowly inched his way to the gun. Until the younger one kicked the drunk one off of him. He then straddled the elder giving each punch his all.

It sounds silly but no matter how dark it was. Jungkook could see the darkness in the younger's eyes. Like a switch went off inside of him.

This scared Jungkook. Was he really going to try and help him, or was he just going to scare the other away so he could have him all to himself. He inched his way back against the wall. Not knowing what to do again. The slimmer one grabbed the elder by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. He whispered something into the other's ear getting an even bigger reaction from the other. The drunk pervert shoved the younger away. The younger smiled cheekily, "Oh you didn't know I banged your mom last night?"

His smile quickly went away when the other punched him. The younger brushed his shoulders off and proceeded towards the other. Jungkook didn't know what got a hold of him but he stepped in between the two. "Stop!"

The one who looked closer to his age pushed him back against the brick wall, "Get out of my way."

Jungkook became frustrated, "I'm. Just. Trying. To. Help."

The other chuckled, "Sorry, but I don't need your help, princess."

At a situation like this Jungkook knew he shouldn't be stubborn, but it was just his personality he couldn't help it.

When Jungkook saw the younger tackle the elder he quickly covered his eyes. He didn't know how long it had been, but when he stopped hearing someone cry out for help he slowly removed them.

It was a sight he'd never forget.

Jungkook watched the other walk closer to him. He began to coward in fear. Thoughts flooded his head.

Why didn't I run?

He felt a strong grip take a hold of his wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows.

No, not again.

"Let me go!", Jungkook cried.

The other turned around, in which under a streetlight that Jungkook could finally paint out his features.

He was breath-taking. His brown hair fell over his eyes with the tips dyed a green color. He had this beautiful skin tone. No, his skin did not depict the color of snow. It had melanin to it. The stranger wore all black. A black leather jacket, a black t-shirt that perfectly hugged his biceps, and black skinny jeans with holes where the knees were. Black timberlands, black shades that he folded on the collar of his shirt, a necklace with a cross on it. Which certainly contradicted all the hickeys on his neck. Two black bracelets with a black rolex, a black belt with studs, and a black face mask.

"Jungkook, just shut up and follow me!"

"H-how do you know my name?"

Jungkook hated to admit it, but... Hearing the stranger say his name made him go weak. His voice was just so raspy and deep.

The stranger grabbed ahold of Jungkook's waist and pulled him to an earshot range, "Does that really matter? I can already see the effect I have on you." Jungkook could hear the evident smirk in the others words. "So, I suggest you take my orders to heart. If I tell you to do something you're going to do it. Do you hear me?"

Jungkook knew he shouldn't, but he actually liked the way the mysterious man was talking to him. As if he was his property...His toy.

He pulled away from Jungkook and smirked, "Ah, you're so innocent. Oh and one more thing. You're mine now, no one else's. Okay doll? "

"W-what? No, I'm not yours and you aren't calling me your 'doll'!"

"That's what you think, but guess what? I own you now, doll~"

Jungkook bit his bottom lip before he could let something escape his lips. The other intertwined their hands, "Follow me."

Jungkook oddly obligated. He followed the other until he stopped in his tracks. He demanded an answer from the other, "The least you could do is tell me your name."

The brown haired male turned around rolling his eyes. He let Jungkook's hand go and reached into his jacket's pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting the cigarette he inhaled it seductively. He sighed letting out a cloud full of smoke. He hung his head low to meet Jungkook's eyes. Smirking devilishly he answered, "Kim Taehyung~"

pls luv this ;-;

I have great aspirations for this book lmao