A/N: Just imagine this is the interior of Jungkook's cute hide out.

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Jungkook

As expected, I woke up with a little back ache. But I couldn't care less because I have to get ready. I have to get Lisa ready.

So I showered first and wore my casual clothes before waking her up to take hers too.

I left some of my clothes and a boxer to serve as her undergarment for the mean time. I left the room to give her privacy and waited for her outside.

It didn't took her even just half an hour to get ready. I thought typical girls would take an hour or so for them to get ready. But Lisa is obviously not a typical one.

The door opened, revealing her usual blank face as she stood there.

She wore my checkered over sized shirt paired with my baggy denim jeans and my timbs to complete her look.

I'd be lying if I said she doesn't look good in my clothes. She can honestly pull off any clothes. Maybe if I gave her garbage to wear she'll still look good on it.

How unfair.

I cleared my throat, "Let's go."

I dragged her to my black baby ducati. My most prized possession, I might add.

I hopped on my vehicle and so did she. She settle behind me and rested her palms on her sides.

"Wear this." I handed her a black face mask. She took it and obediently wore it.

"This too." I handed her a helmet and she took it.

I wore my helmet and smeared my bike to start the engine. I looked back at her when I felt her slim arms wrapping around my waist.

A smirk escaped my lips before I drove off to our destination.

VAN'S JUNK SHOP...

We finally arrived at Taehyung's workplace. I parked near his house and hopped down my bike, followed by Lisa. She removed her helmet and followed behind me.

"Taehyung!" I called out for him outside his so-called office.

"Jungkook, my man!" The door swung open and Taehyung immediately gave me a bro hug.

"What brings you here?" He asked as soon as we pulled away.

I looked back and saw Lalisa looking around. I step back for Taehyung to notuce Lisa's presence.

"Woah... Is she your girlfriend?" Taehyung asked me in a whisper.

I nudged him, "No, idiot. I need you to make a fake ID for her."

"And her name is?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow at me.

"Lisa." I answered.

He slowly nodded and opened the door of his office wider for us to enter. I took Lisa's wrist because she seemed like it's her first time seeing a junk shop.

"Sit." I pointed at the sofa in front of Taehyung's desk as soon as we entered his office.

She obeyed and sat there in silence. I faced Taehyung and he was already on his laptop doing the favor I asked.

"She needs clothes too. Do you have clothes here?" I asked him.

"Wait, lemme ask my wife." He showed me his palm and stood up to go to his wife.

After a few minutes, Taehyung came back with his wife. Kim Jennie.

"Hi! You must be Lisa." Jennie immediately went to Lisa.

"Come! Let's find you some clothes!" Jennie dragged Lisa with her upstairs to look for clothes.

I turned my attention back to Taehyung, "You've been married for five years and you couldn't even get her pregnant." I chuckled at him.

"You've been single since birth. Did you hear me complain?" He snapped back.

I raised both my palms in the air like surrendering, "Sorry, sir. I was just asking. Geez."

I slumped down on the sofa and waited for him to finish. I almost dozed off waiting. But luckily, I heard Jennie's voice calling out my name.

"Jungkook!" She shouted.

I looked up the stairs and saw Jennie with Lisa, holding two large paper bags of piled clothes.

"Help your girlfriend, will ya?" She glared at me.

I didn't bother answering because even if I deny, she'll never believe me anyways. They share the same braincell with her husband.

"You gave her too much clothes, Jen." I said as I carry the two paper bags on my own.

"That's because I have too many clothes, Jeon." She snapped.

I just shook my head at her and went downstairs to check on Taehyung. Lisa tailed behind me.

"It's done! Her ID's done!" Taehyung said and handed it to Lisa.

"What's this for?" She asked as she checked her ID.

"That's your National ID. That's very important." Taehyung answered her.

"But this isn't me." She showed us the ID.

And I almost cussed when I saw her ID. I glared at Taehyung, choking him to death inside my mind. If only my hands aren't full right now, I'd be digging up his grave.

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Republic of South Korea

Name: Jeon Lee Ah   -   전 리 아
Age: 23 years old
Address: Neonhyeon-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea
Date of Birth: March 27, 1997
Nationality: Korean
Occupation: Housewife
Status: Married

Spouse: Jeon Justin   -   전 자 스 틴
Contact number: none

Children: none

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"We're not married, Taehyung. Renew her ID, right now." I demanded at him.

"You aren't and those are just fake IDs.  Besides, if she's married to you, that'll make it less suspicious for others." Taehyung explained.

"I said—"

"It's fine, Jungkook. It's just a fake ID. We're not gonna use this too often anyways." Lisa cut me off and puts her ID inside her pocket.

I just sighed in defeat and gave Taehyung one last glare.

"I'm gonna beat you up when I see you." And left the shop with Lisa.

We somehow managed to drive back home with two large paperbags in our laps. Geez, she took too much clothes.

Well, can't blame her. She's still a famous model and a woman with needs.

We rearranged her clothes inside my drawer. I don't have much clothes anyways so the excess space was occupied by all of her clothes.

I helped her fold her clothes inside the drawer. As I did so, my eyes caught a sparkling red embroidery cloth.

I furrowed my brows and lifted the cloth up, "Why do you have this? What's this for?"

She glanced at me and her eyes widened, "W-Why do I have that? I didn't put that there." She defended.

She took the cloth from me and just threw it inside the cabinet without folding it. I saw her face slowly turning red when she met my eyes.

I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't turned on upon seeing that lingerie. And it'll be the end of me once she wears it. I don't even know if that's a good way to die.

"Y-You're not gonna wear that, right?" I asked for an assurance.

She gave me a flurterred look and shook her head willingly, "Of course not!"

I sighed in relief, "Bless you."

She gave me a curious look but I just shrugged my shoulders and motioned her to continue arranging her clothes.

After what felt like a year of folding her clothes, I decided to drag her out of the room to start her training.

"Where are you taking me?" She said as I pull her wrist towards the basement.

"Training." I simply said. And opened the basement's door for her.

She had her mouth agape and her eyes widening when she wandered around the basement. A smirk escaped my lips as I watch her amazed face.

"What the..." She muttered, not being able to finish her sentence with her mouth still hung open.

"Kim Yugyeom, Choi Youngjae, BamBam Bhuwakul, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung... and Im Jaebum." I started as we look around the basement.

"Those are the names I want to erase in the Republic of Korea." I continued.

"Im Jaebum... That famous lawyer?" Lisa glanced back at me.

I nodded, "The one and only."

"What's the deal with those guys?" She said as her eyes wandered around again.

"They imprisoned four of my friends and my brother. Those fucking lawyers executed my brother. Namjoon hyung... my only family." I spilled. Lisa faced me, her serious face motioned me to continue with the story.

"Now, they're gonna pay for it." I said through greeted teeth.

Namjoon hyung was a good brother. He was the best, I might add. He never let me starve when Mom and Dad left us. But those bastards took him too.

Jimin, Hoseok, Jin, and Suga, my friends will probably end up with the same fate as my brother. But before they get executed, I'm gonna fucking cut those bastards heads off. And I'll gladly rot in prison after I succeed.

"How many have you killed among them?" Lisa asked.

"Four."

"You only have three remaining lawyers to kill... you don't need my help." She crossed her arms.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "It won't take me 3 years to execute those four if it was that easy."

"Then sacrifice another 3 years." She spat.

"If I let that happen, my friends will end up dead by then. I don't wanna lose another important people in my life. And don't even think of backing out. We made a deal, Lisa" I said to her.

She tilted her head, staring at me. "I'm not backing out. I'm just saying I'm not gonna give much help to you since I couldn't even help myself."

"You just need a training and you'll do just fine." I assured her and threw her a kick boxing gloves.

She caught it in her hands, "What's this for?" She asked while she watches me wear my kick boxing gloves.

I approached her and grabbed the gloves from her hands. I pulled her hand and made her wear the gloves. She jolted at my action but but she let me put the gloves on her hands.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, doll face." I said as I finished securing her hands.

She just gave me a blank face like she's not even intimidated by me.

"If you're just gonna punch me, kick me, or slap me... That's nothing new to me." She spat and walked inside the ring.

I stood there, my mouth shut close and my hands sweated cold.

She's been tortured, harrassed and abused. And now, I'm a jerk for forcing her to spar with me when she already went through all the pain.

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I love Got7. I'm an Ahgase. I swear. Jackson's my bias now and Youngjae's my bias wrecker.
- satanya000

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