underground king | M

sugajpg:

Contains: smut {gang/boxer!au}

Warnings: violence, mentions of drugs, light daddy kink

Words: 7,672

Summary: You eventually realized that, if Namjoon was the king of the underground, you were as close as he would ever get to a queen.

A/N:All I have to say in my defense is: I was thirsty for boxer!namjoon.

[!] EDITED ON FEB 07TH, 2017

Enjoy. 

“Come on, (y/n), you won’t regret it!”

Yoongi’s proposal hovered in the air. Eyebrows together in irritation, you rolled your eyes, frustrated at his mindless insistence. What was that? The seventh, eighth attempt to convince you during the course of the last hour?

“How many times do I have to say?” You asked, folding a particular shirt with more strength than humanly necessary. “I don’t want to get involved in your illicit practices, Yoongi.”

“Do you prefer to spend your lonely and sad Friday night in your house?” He questioned, sarcastic. You nodded instantly, making him look you up and down ー under the cold light of the laundry room, his hesitant eyes scrutinized your rash, stubborn expression with care. “Folding clothes? Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, putting the small pile in the basket, and walking towards the open door. Yoongi was your best friend, but it was at times like these that made you regret one day giving him the keys to your small apartment. “Why do you care, anyway?”

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