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Till death shoots us apart (4)

Mafia!au

Yoongi X Reader X Hoseok ft. got7

Warnings: mentions of death, illegal things, sex, and violence

Words: 6.3k

To free herself from her abusive husband she must pay the biggest debt of them all. Murder his rival but what happens if she falls for the man she is supposed to kill?

previous part.

You needed it.

You wanted it.

Did you really?

They say old tendencies never die down easily and the saying was proven right as you moaned into his mouth, lips latching on to his jaw in attempts to mark it and taste his honey skin. He takes another step forward, sandwiching you with the moldy tile wall as he ravages your lips that gradually swells. Fingers now holdings yours, he slides your arms just above your messy hair and doesn't hesitate to attack your throat in return. Biting beneath your ear, gliding his thick moist tongue on your collar, he smirks when you whimper.

He inhales your sent, stopping his kissing for a moment to mutter, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, y/n. Am the luckiest man ali-” but you cut him off with your lips that sink on his plush ones, ”Shut up and keep kissing me.”

He can’t help but chuckle before propping you on the sink with orbs so obscene and somber you can nearly see lust leaking out of them. Gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, he sent a fusion of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins with each nibble at your soft, delicate lips that part with each wavering gasp.

You arched your head back, softly banging it on the mirror behind you but you barely noticed, too intoxicated in his scent, the feeling of his warm hands on your needy body to even care. However, the man noticed through his thickly lashed lid that hung heavy so before he could even ponder, he swiped his digits through your flowy stands then dropped his hand back to your legs.

His locks found their way between your fingers. You ran your digits through his silky hair, legs closing involuntarily when he started to rub your middle. He smirks against your lips when feeling the wet patch on your jeans. "Already? You really are my dirty little slut." Your legs squeezed around his waist again, earning yet another moan from your untouched form. It was your turn now to tease. You watched his breath hitch as you palmed his growing bulge. You played with his zipper a bit, testing his patience and once he groaned out in frustration and stuck two fingers down your pants making you whimper, you learned that he had little to no tolerance at that moment.

Your eyes went wide, heart dropping to your ass when you heard three knocks coming from the door then a faint “Is everything alright in there, miss?”

Your orbs darted to the man who you had spent this heated session and almost immediately you felt regret washing over your entire being. Your stomach turning over and eyes watering with self-hatred.

How could you let this happen?

Why with this man? Why with Hoseok?

A couple of hours earlier.

Yoongi stared down at his phone for the tenth time in the last minute.

He nibbles his lips as his hands twitch around his device, debating wheater or not he should text the woman he hadn't seen in the last three days.

He the odd behavior since he had parted ways with the woman had not gone unnoticed by his colleagues. He would often mope and find himself opening up his phone in hopes that you had texted him only to groan out in annoyance when seeing no messages magically popping up before him.

How is she not on her knees for me by now?, He spun in his office chair, large hands rubbing his narrow chin.

No no no, she must be too nervous to text me first! He chuckles, rolling his eyes as he clasps his palms together.

That must be it. Of course, a man as strikingly handsome as me would seem intimidating to anyone- looks like Jin has been rubbing off me a little too much lately...

I've made the first move three times already now, though ...

what is up with me lately? He spins again, his back now facing the door of his empty workroom - a workroom where no work is currently being done.

One more time. I’ll make the first move this last time! He spins for the final time, hand landing on nothing but the cold glass surface of his desk instead of his phone.

He looks up through his lashes, not expecting to see his most talented hitman, Im Jaebum holding up his phone that reflects the lights in the room.

“Oh no, you don’t, Sir.” The killer smirks, the mole beneath his brow raising as he eyes the livid man below him who tries to snatch his phone but Jaebum only rears it higher.

Yoongi groans, huffing out a breath,” You have three seconds to tell me why you’re refusing to give me my phone before I use my other metal friend.”

Jaebum gulps, trying hard to not shiver at his boss words. After years of working for the man, He still can’t tell if he is joking or not at times.

“Who is this woman and what has she done with you boss?” Jaebum tilts his head, his fringe parting slightly to reveal his deep brown eyes.

The gang leader shifts in his seat, slightly uncomfortable under the questioning gaze of his hitman. He shrugs, mumbling out an “ I have no idea what you’re talking about” to which Jaebum responds to by laughing out loud.

“You’re telling me that -excuse me for the name but mister one-night stand has been on two dates where you’ve spent more than a thousand dollars to the last one and didn't even end up fucking the girl-”

“HEY! How the fuck do you know all of this?” Yoongi sits up straight with wide eyes, completely baffled by all the information the handsome killer spat. “The boys and I kinda got bored so we may have followed you on your dates.” Jaebum chirps quickly and moves on to another subject, “ Anyways, the point is that you’ve never put as much time and effort over a woman that you never even had sex with!” Jaebum exclaims, fist banging firmly on the glass desk.

Yoongi rolls his eyes lazily as he pipes out a “Life isn’t only about sex you know?”

Jaebum stares bewildered at the man who sits just beneath a poster which hangs on the tall grey walls with “ Sex, money, drugs and more sex.” Written on it in italics.

“You like her, don’t you?” he smiles smug, head bopping in amazement when looking at the man who buries his head in his palms. “Fuck this is so weird..” Yoongi mutters under his breath, “I-I am not sure but yeah.. she’s different.” he shocks himself after finally admitting out in the open that he may have grown attached to the woman.

What he would certainly never admit is the three sleepless nights he spent thinking of her, abdomen still tickling and jittery each time he would envision her smiles, her giggles, her in those black jeans that hugged her so well so perfectly. Those jeans that he wanted to rip off so desperately -okay maybe he did a couple of things during those nights...

“Should I text her?” Yoongi asked, suddenly shy and glad that his face was still resting in palms due to the burning feeling that arose on his cheeks.

Jaebum tries not to make the usually terrifying man feel more awkward than he already is so he replies calmly, the tease in his voice gone. “No, you’ve done enough. It’s time you let her come to you. You can't appear too clingy.” he pipes, a smile gracing his full lips.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right...”

Y/n Pov

She stares numbly at the phone that buzzes on her kitchen counter, popping another piece of plantain chip in her mouth.

“Can we meet up? I miss you..” she reads and laughs, “Well, I don’t!” Her feet swing above the ground when she sits on the stool, another chip already between her digits.

Seeing Yoongi three days in a row had surprisingly drained her. The unexpected flutter and blushing added to the list of things she could not understand from her own body. Perhaps the reason why her heart reacted so strongly to another male -not just any male though, one that might be romantically interested in her, was because it was new?

Truthfully speaking, no one other than Hoseok had ever given her that kind of attention. Even the men that worked for her red-head fiance in the circle never dared to disrespect their boss by giving any kind of suggestive looks to the woman.

She smiled a small smile, she could blame the random jittering of her heart on the fact that it was the natural response her body had to his foreign touch. Nothing else, right?

She needed to spare herself.

the phone vibrated once again,

Hoseok: I know you’re seeing theses y/n, Please answer. [4:27pm]

Hoseok: I've respected your request and haven't found out the exact location of your apartment, however, keep in mind that can change quickly. [4:29pm]

Hoseok: Don’t make me get you by force, please. [4:29pm]

“There's no escaping you, is there?” she murmured in disbelief, half-heartedly picking up the phone.

“Why did you bring me out here?” She questioned, eyes looming around the familiar room uncomfortably.

Her fingers tighten around the hot latte Hoseok had generously bought for her. He smiled, lips tight and hand reaching out to hold hers.

seeing that her hand didn't budge from the cup when he gently tapped on her wrist, his palmed flopped back on the table and laid flat before his own black coffee.

“You mean the place where we had our first date?” He said, voice low and warm when he stared at her agitated orbs.

She blinked fast.

“Y-yes. We haven't been here in years, why now?” She sweats under her leather jacket. Digits twitching around her boiling cup - she can’t even notice the pain that shoots. She’s too nervous, too unsure of herself before the man that grins. His dimples showing when he hums in satisfaction at his first sip of rich dark coffee.

Her heart beats just like the first time.

“I thought it would be romantic..” He says simple, sipping again.

She looks at him suspiciously, eyeing the way he focuses on her only and not the phone that vibrates in his pocket.

He did this on purpose, didn't he? bringing me here while knowing just how much this place means to me -means to us.

“I don’t think you realize just how much I like you, y/n.” He says it in the same tone he said it almost five years ago, eyes sparkling just like before, palms pressed on awkwardly on the wood table. He smiles the same way too. A small smiles, one that doesn't completely light up his face or reach his ears.

“Why are you doing this Hos-”

His orbs jump, they're sharp when landing on yours. “ Stop calling me that, You never call me Hoseok.”

“B-but that’s your name!” she exclaims with a wavering voice.

“Don’t play dumb, y/n.”

She stays mute, knowing that he’s right. She has indeed avoided calling him by his pet-name. She did everything she possibly could to bury any feelings she had for the red-head.

The thing about burying feelings though, especially when they are still alive is that at some point, they will dig their way back up.

“Call me Hobi if you love me back. Call me Hobi.”

Her ears ring. White noise blocking out the clatters of the bubbling coffee shop.

{ Four Years ago}

“To our tenth successful mission!” Your cups do not clink together but instead, made a soft thud noise. You don’t mind though, finding your hot latte better than any champagne glass.

You made to be extra careful when sipping your drink. You didn't want a single drop to land on you, not when you were wearing the leather jacket Hoseok had paid so much for.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Thank you for agreeing to meet up somewhere so far from the city by the way!” Hoseok piped, fiery red hair tamed under his baseball cap.

Well, the baseball cap your brother had so kindly given to him.

You bob your head, hands waving out. “ No need to thank me! This is an important moment...but where are the others?”

You recalled him inviting everyone to this get-together to celebrate your tent successful big mission. Now here, you can’t help but notice that no one else has shown up.

They're usually so neat with time. I highly doubt every single one of them can be late...

He clears his throat, chuckle ripping out as he lays his sweaty palms flat on the table.

His orbs dart to the cup in your shaking hands. You’re growing nervous by the second.

“You’re not in trouble I assure you.” He laughs at your body that immediately relaxes. “I like you.” He adds quickly and internally rolls his eyes when you laugh out weird and burn your tongue when you go to drink your latte.

You’re completely oblivious to the weight of his last sentence, disregarding it as just something he must have blurted out on the spot.

“Where are the others Hoseok?” You ask this seriously, not understanding why he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, dimples appearing when he gulps hard.

“I don’t think you realize just how much I like you, y/n.” His voice drops a couple octaves as he stares straight at you, deep in your soul where the most vulnerable side of you live. The side which has an enormous crush on the red-head.

Your heart thumpers when his eyes sparkle, completely focuses on you. In his eyes, no one else exists. You're the only girl in the world.

The apple of his eye, his muse. The one who he has grown so attached with during the last five months.

And his heart hangs on nothing but a thread when he says, “Call me Hobi If you love me back. Call me Hobi.”

{Present}

“Do you truly love me, Hoseok?” Body completely numb and jaw trembling, she felt too weak took up at the man you spilled out yes’s from his pretty mouth.

It felt like she tore her throat in half with she swallowed, lips non-stop quivering.”Did you love me when you slept with those countless women? As an engaged man?” This was not the plan and she knew it.

The man needed to be under the illusion that their relationship was secured instead of being seconds away from crumbling under the weight of her broken heart.

“I’ve apologized for that baby-”Hoseok tried with ashamed eyes but was hushed by the livid woman. “Did you love me when you’d see me crying in our bed and do nothing? Did you love me when you nearly murdered the only family I have?” Inhaling and exhaling was no longer an easy task for her frail body that felt like it was decaying. She didn't hesitate to wrap her limbs around her torso, too afraid that her body would fall apart piece by piece if she didn't.

Her voice was broken and horse as she tried to compose herself before the wandering eyes of the nearby customers. “hoseok, I-i loved you so much that-that’ She hiccuped, nose stinging as a tear rolled down her crimson cheek. “Not too long ago, I would've died for you in a heartbeat!” She whined out, eyebrows plunged in the wrinkled mess that was her forehead.

Orbs blurred by the liquid that never seemed to stop pouring out, she didn't see hoseok quickly wipe away his on tears.

“I want to be a different man. I-I was an ungrateful brat before but ever since I've experienced the sleepless nights without your warmth beside me and your laughter that would fill my days-” He nearly cried out, ”It hit me like a thousand bullets- Your worth, just how much I need you-No, just how much I love you. I can’t forgive myself for the things I did to you but am a selfish man, I admit, so I can’t let you go either. I haven't slept properly ever since you've left y/n. I swear that if it wasn’t for your mission, I would’ve dragged you back home long ago.” He let out in a single breath, no lies were told and you knew it.

This was just too overwhelming for your fragile heart.

You tell me this out of all times? You finally tell me everything I've wanted to hear for years after I’ve made up my mind to leave you?

Your breath rags as you stand up abruptly from your chair, making the wood furniture screech behind you as you mumble, “I need to use the bathroom.” and blast off with clumsy steps.

You slam the door shut behind you, thanking the Gods that it isn't a small bathroom stall but a private washroom.

You're suffocating.

You're lost.

You’re feeling things you shouldn’t be feeling again.

You pace around the small room, hands clawing at your hair while prophanities roll off your tongue.

Why is he making this so much harder for me? Why couldn’t he just keep acting like an asshole?? He’s becoming a better man and making me want to stay just when I was finally ready to leave him behind...

It was her foolish mistake to think that she could simply erase four years of love for the man with the sparkling eyes and heart shaped-smile.

No doubt about it, she hates him just as much as she loves him.

She hiccups, nose sniffling quickly when she hears a knock.

“Y/n, baby, let me see you. You’ve been in here for ten minutes already.”

She wipes the tears under her waterline, clearing her throat that way it won’t be obvious that she just nearly broke down a few moments ago. “Am okay, I’ll be out in a minute!” She chirps, voice coming out more horse than what she would've preferred.

“Don’t make me knock this door down, y/n.” He laughs but she senses no humor in his comment.

She fixes her hair hastily, glancing once more at the mirror to make sure she doesn't look too awful and with one swift movement, she unlocks the door revealing an equally distressed Hoseok.

She watches the way his eyes creased in worry, jaw clenching and throat gulping under her shaky gaze.

Her eyes land on the skin above his dress shirt that wasn’t buttoned till the top. Instead, his collar hung low. The scratch marks on his skin were evident. He’d nearly tear the skin off his poor throat each time he’d grow worried

“Please, I need to hear you say it.” He muttered with glazed orbs, taking a stride in and closing the door behind him.

“Just say it.” His voice shook against your skin as he closed the distance between your two bodies, “Say it, say my name. Am begging you, y/n.”

“Hoseok-” He grips your jaw hard, eagerly pressing his lips against your lipgloss covered ones. “You know exactly what I mean by my name, y/n.”

Your knees wobble, a small gasp leaving your lips due to the sudden kiss and feeling of having his kin on your, the burning tingle that his fingers would light upon any surface of your body that they would encounter.

Your brain is in denial. You don’t want to admit it, just how natural your body sticks to him like a magnet, just how right it feels to graze your thumb on his lower lip. Your brain is fuzzy an has barely any control over the movements of your form.

“Hobi.” You drag out his name on your tongue, eyes weirdly starting to tear up again when seeing how his shoulders slump. He’s relieved. He’s still loved.

You lose.

You kiss.

You're hungry for his taste, one you haven’t had in a long time. One that is so common and natural to your taste buds. One that sets your body ablaze.

You needed it.

You wanted it.

Wait, did you really?

They say old tendencies never die down easily and the saying was proven right as you moaned into his mouth, lips latching on to his jaw in attempts to mark it and taste his honey skin. He takes another step forward, sandwiching you with the moldy tile wall as he ravages your lips that gradually swell. Fingers now holdings yours, he slides your arms just above your messy hair and doesn't hesitate to attack your throat in return. Biting beneath your ear, gliding his thick moist tongue on your collar, he smirks when you whimper.

You watched his breath hitch as you palmed his growing bulge. You played with his zipper a bit, testing his patience and once he groaned out in frustration and stuck two fingers down your pants making you whimper, you learned that he had little to no tolerance at that moment.

You were dazed. Pupils dilated, your breath shook when his fingers grazed your clit. You melted in his embrace when his pace quickened, eyes rolling back to your skull as you sucked a breath in " Ah Fuck yes-"Your eyes went wide, heart dropping to your ass when you heard three knocks coming from the door then a faint “Is everything alright in there, miss?”

Your orbs darted to the man who you had spent this heated session with and almost immediately you felt regret washing over your entire being. Your stomach turning over and eyes watering with self-hatred.ooked at him with wide eyes and he stared back with confused ones as you rushed to detach your two frames from each other.

You flinched back when the red-moved extended his arms and tried capturing you in an embrace once more. “T-this isn’t appropriate. Let’s not do this.”You murmured, still blinking back tears.

His forehead only creased deeper at that.”What are you talking about? It’s far from being the first time we’d have sex in this bathroom?” He reminded with the nod of his head and you winced at the mention of sex- something you probably would've done if you weren't interrupted.

“I need to go. I have a mission to complete.” You moved to the door awkward, forgetting that there was a worker behind it when you reached out to unlocked it.

Hoseok scowled, not understanding what was wrong with you. He felt an arrow shoot at his heart when you turned your back to him without even batting an eyelash his way.

He was disoriented. One second you had basically told him you loved him and the other you were doing anything you could to leave the small room.

Is she on her period? That would explain her mood swings… Or perhaps-

“You still haven’t forgiven me for cheating, right?” He watched as your back tensed, chuckle ripping its way out of your throat.

“Y-yeah, I guess. I just need more time.” You said through gritted teeth, not completely lying. Your knees felt like they would cave in under your weight any second now.

Rubbing away at his neck, he debated wheater or not he should squeeze you in his arms and tell you just how much he regretted it and how much he loved you but ultimately settled with the most rational option a the moment. Let you go and give you the space you deserved.

Just this once.

“Am leaving now.” You exhaled, still not able to face him -to look at him in the eyes. Because you know that if at that moment you decide to turn on your heels and gaze at the man you have so much love for, you’d never leave him again. Not after savoring his lips and feeling his heat after what had felt like years.

You gripped the handle, twisting it fast and you couldn’t help but wince again when Hoseok rapidly popped out an “I love you.”

Blood flooded your face and ears when you were met with the concerned eyes of the young worker. Bowing and softly reassuring the man, you left the shop in a haste with one destination in mind.

The night was still young and for the first time in months, you would turn to drinks to temporarily drown your sorrows.

Yoongi pov.

The man was wide awake.

No, not because he was off in the streets finishing some dirty work.

No, not because he was in the office transferring money to his foreign account and erasing any traces of the tax fraud he had committed.

No, not because he was surveilling the big drug cartel shipment going down in the Brooklyn projects.

The man had busied himself with anything and everything he could to keep his mind off of the woman who he had grown unexpectedly fond of and now he was left with nothing more to do.

Done with his work, he snuggled into his bed sheets, ready for a good night of sleep but just like the three previous nights, he found nothing but images of you when he sealed his lids.

He groaned, tossing and turning in his grey silk coverings in which he found comfort but no slumber.

He wouldn’t admit it, but it pained him when he saw no messages from you. Thinking that you guys had really hit it off despite the numerous mistakes he made -which still made him cringe when recalling the date, he couldn’t think of something he’d done to make you want to blow him off completely without a warning.

“Am I really that bad at dates? Did I scare her off?” He whispered to no one but himself. He was tormented with the idea of possibly never seeing you again.

He found his behavior odd himself to be frank. Yoongi was not a man of emotions, he was not a man that would mope around his mansion because a girl he had seen a total of three times hadn’t texted him.

It shocked him, to say the least when he didn’t feel an ounce of interest or attraction toward a beautiful stripper who threw herself at him just yesterday when he was making a deal in the same club he had met you.

It was foreign of him to be sleeping alone at this hour. Usually, right now, he would be going at it with a gorgeous woman willing to do everything in her power to please him but ever since he had laid his eyes on you, no one kept him company during these late hours.

Turning over to his side, the man curled up in a ball moaned in annoyance when he heard his phone ringing.

The waves of the default music that his iPhone played shot through his ears and bounced around his skull like a rubber ball. Stretching his limb over to his nightstand, the man didn’t bother to check the ID, already establishing in his mind that it's surely one of his colleagues informing him about the trade down in the projects.

“Hello?” voice groggy, Yoongi awaited for the person on the other side of the line to speak but he was met with nothing but silence.

“Hello?” He said this time with a booming voice, clearly irritated from the lack of sleep he got and the mute caller.

His brows twirled together in confusion when hearing a giggle. Your giggle.

Mouth agape, He shuffled swiftly on the bed. Now sat up on the mattress, back against his headboard he couldn't help but grin like an idiot when you piped out an adorable, “Hi..”

He felt like squealing like the middle school girls when their crush would involuntarily glance in their direction.

I was waiting for your call...If only you knew what you did to me. His heart cried out in happiness.

“Do you know what time it is?” He asked, a coy smile plastered on his pale face

“No, do you, though?” The woman challenged with a giggle.

Yoongi rapidly put the pieces together, smiling even larger and snorting when the woman chirped out a “Well, do you? I actually don’t know what time it is...”

Late night call.

Excessive giggles.

Childish behavior.

All lead Yoongi to this conclusion, “You’re drunk aren’t ya?’ He snickered, his grin still not flattering.

“P-perhaps...And what about it? am a responsible adult!” She whined into the phone,

“Yeah, Of course, you are!” Yoongi couldn’t help but tease.

“That's pretty rich coming from a man who didn’t know how to react to an allergic reaction and almost caused my death like three times!!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as if the woman other the other side of the line could see him, “Ugh, you’re such a drama queen! What matters right now is that you’re alive, Okay?”

“Whatever, I didn’t call to review my near-death experience.” The woman announced, tongue sliding over her lips to clean off the alcohol residue.

“Oohh, a woman that gets straight to the point? I like that..” Yoongi mused.

“This is very serious so answer with complete honesty or else ill kick you or something.” She slurred at the end but still managed to keep her tone stern and assertive.

Yoongi gulped, millions of possible questions the woman might have for him raiding his mind as he shifted once more on his bed.

You remained mute for a while, only making the man tense more under the heavy silence and fear of the unknown.

Then finally you popped it out, the big question. “Are you a sea lion?”

His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, corners of his mouth lifting in astonishment, all he could do was utter out a “w-what?”

“Because I can sea you lion on my bed!”

He deadpanned then instantly felt the urge to throw himself off a building when you informed him that you had “plenty more from where that came from”

“So you’re telling me that you’ve called me at the tender hour of 2AM to fill me in on your awful pickup lines?” He felt like he was losing his mind.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad but don't you dare consider even for a second that the ones you use on me are any better!”

Okay now, Yoongi just flat out felt disrespected. “Excuse me? My lines are well thought out and always fit the situation not to mention that they don’t sound like something a thirteen-year-old boy would say.”

She missed part of what he was saying due to the bar filling up with new customers. She eyed the barman, quickly noticing the way he busied himself with the new orders thrown at him from different places around the dirty pub.

“If you think my lines are so lame id like to hear some of yours then!” she urged, now eyeing the man that sat next to her and gifted her a yellow-teethed smile.

Yoongi grinned, already having a couple under his sleeve. “ I'm no weatherman, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight. “

You grimace in disgust, “Fuck, we’re going straight to boner jokes, already?”

He roared with laughter, clenching his stomach but calmed down once he heard you whine out, clearly annoyed with whoever was next to you.

He couldn’t help but ask if everything was okay and unsurprisingly enough, you dismissed his question and opted for another line. “ Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention. “

“Hmm, yeah that's an okay one.” Yoongi declared and you cheered with another shot.

“Leave me alone won’t you? Am not interested for the second time.”

His heart dropped, eyes going wide when he heard her words “W-what?”

“O-oh I wasn’t talking to you there's just this dude here that's pretty fucking annoying.” he caught himself sighing in relief but weirdly still worried for y/n’s safety. “Maybe I should pick you up? don’t get out of the bar and ill be right there just give me the address.” He quickly offered not understanding where this caring and concerned side of his was coming out of.

“Nah, I live at a 15-minute walk from home I'll be fine.” She spoke with a goofy grin that was quickly wiped away by the man how insisted on touching her thigh.

“Are you crazy? You’re drunk you can’t go out in the streets like this! Where is the bar.” His eyes bulge, the immense want to care for the beyond buzzed woman overflowing in his chest.

“Erm, it’s the boobie trap in Bushwick.” she chirped as she got up from her stool without glancing back at the man itching to get his hands on her.

Yoongi groaned, palm slamming onto his forehead. “You just gotta live in the worse parts of town, now do you? Stay there am coming to get you.’ Yoongi got out of his bed with a hop only to stop in his tracks when the woman informed once more that she was already heading for the door.

“You fucking drunk idiot, you’ve got to be kidding me!!”

“I can handle myself, am not a big baby unlike you!” She popped still carrying out steady steps to the exit.

The countless raving bodies in her way definitely weren’t making the job easier.

“fuck fuck fuck, I need to think.” he splurged this out of his mouth as he furiously bit his nails. She’s drunk and in one of the worse parts of town, not to mention that there's this fuckass dude that hasn’t left her alone since the call started and to top everything off, her stubborn ass won’t let me pick her up and insist on walking home alone.

Great.

But then it hit him.

“This is going to be risky as hell but I have no other choice.” he murmured fast, a plan already forming in his mind. “Do you mind if I put you on hold for a second?”

“huh? yea-” He didn't wait for your confirmation and in a fraction of seconds, he was rummaging in his contact list.

Please pick up please pick up please pick up.

“Im Jaebum speaking.”

His lids shut and he exhaled in relief unable to stop a smile from forming on his lips. “You’re not done with the cartel yet, right?” Yoongi asked, hopeful.

“Errrm nope almost, though. The others are just discussing future deals. Why is there a problem?”

Yoongi felt so relieved that he could hug the deadly assassin that worked under him.

“I need to ask you a favor.”

Running in the middle of the dark, chilly Brooklyn streets weren't a part of his schedule.

The same thing could be said for walking in on a woman brutally stomping a man’s face into the filth covered pavement. That was definitely not apart of his schedule.

And when he piped out an, “I thought I’d be the one doing the beating up here?” With an amazed grin at the woman who barely stood straight on her feet, it was certainly not apart of his schedule for her to regurgitate everything in her stomach and throw it up all over his shiny new shoes then black out almost instantly after.

After failing to get her to wake up and give out her address, he was left with no choice.

“I suppose someone will be having a sleepover with a sexually frustrated Yoongi!”

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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New Till death shoots us apart today!!!!

I hope you guys are as excited as I am! I’ll post the new part in a couple hours (I’m editing over again as usual) also errrrrr please don’t hate me all the team yoongi fans bc I’m about to pull a bold move 😬😬 but don’t worry yoongs will have some sweet time with his ladyyyyy ,,,maybe,,,,

Also MONO???? I’m in love what’s your favourite song off of it? Me I think it’s forever rain

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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I REALLY LOVE THE ‘Till death Shoot us apart’ SERIES!! Like! Yoongi being soft is adorable! And your writing really inspires me!! Keep up the good work!! 💜😊😊💜

OMG THANK YOU

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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The prettiest souls had me about to cry if the reader didn’t go to Hoseok. I was tearing up as the days passed by. If the reader didn’t meet him, this would have been the second angst story I’ve read that caused me to bawl. Great job lovely!

Omg endjfjdjdjs i didn’t know some of you would cry and idk why this is making me laugh so much!!! I cant spoil you the ending but I’ll tell you guys that it will end well for both hoseok and jimin hihihihi

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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The prettiest soul (2)

Hoseok X reader

Reaper!au

Warnings: angst, harsh language, death.

Words: 4.6k

In which a reaper falls in love with a human”s soul and steals it. after she reclaims it, unusual feelings are left behind and the reaper can’t seem to stop appearing before her at the most random times. Will she be able to brush off such feelings or will they consume her?

previous part.

You watch him inhale then exhale.

Reapers breathe?

“You are the reincarnation of my soul mate.”

“w-what?”

Your eyes grow wide, darting everywhere on the man’s face to find a trace of mischief.

Your breath hitches when you find none.

He swipes his tongue on his lip, a breathy laugh escaping his nervous mouth, “Yeah.” His throat feels tight and inflamed under your burning gaze.

“How can a mere human like me-” with a trembling hand you point over to your chest.” be your past soulmate? And -what soulmates are actually a thing?” You can’t help but smile in astonishment, eyes sparkling over the fact that something so pure and romantic which you only saw in movies or badly written fanfictions by a Canadian teen in her basement, actually existed.

“There was a time where I wasn’t a reaper, wasn’t a man who brought nothing but terror and sadness to humans. There was a time where I was happy, where I was in love-” he smiles softly, ”In love with you.”

You watch him as he brings his finger up and gently boops your nose, leaving you red and flustered.

“What happened to that time?” She steps closer, no longer fearing the fire as she looks at him with sweet eyes, curious and thirsty to learn more about him and herself- her past.

His hand aches to be held by hers, after all these years, after all these centuries the ache is still there. The butterflies never left.

She looks just as beautiful as the last time he saw her.

“War happened.” The glow in his has disappeared, leaving them dark, cold and hurt.

Her mouth hangs, brows creasing as she searches in his now dead eyes then it happens, she sees it.

400 years ago.

“My king,” The general was breathless, cuts and bruises graced his skin as he kneeled before the king. “They have successfully entered the capital and brought the thousand men on guard there down along with innocent civilians.”

The room is mute.

She watches as his fist and jaw clench, blood boiling as beads of sweat coat his forehead.

She watches as the now crazy and reckless man pulls out his sword on one of his most loyal men, “You’re useless to me.” Her orbs grow with each step he takes from his throne.

The general is caught off guard, not even being able to scream.

She watches and suddenly she can’t see anymore, head trapped between two shoulders, she gazes up to the one who hides her view from the bloodshed.

Hoseok.

She hears the gasps in the room which are quickly shushed by the man as he demands silence, looking off to the distance where black smoke and more bloodshed is held.

The gold and silk on his body shine brightly with the help of the now setting sun.

She can’t see well, not because of the body protecting her but because of the water that filled to the rim of her waterline, threatening to leak any second now.

“They’ve never gotten this far-what will happen to us? It’s over!” she panics, body trembling like leaves, her voice quivers.

“hey hey hey-” he grips her shoulders, eyes searching for hers, ”It's okay, I’ll protect you no matter what. That’s why am here, to serve you and make sure you stay alive. No matter what.” Eyes soft, he smiles when she nods vigorously.

He’ll give his life to make sure she stays alive, not because this is what he plead before the kings just a couple years ago but because he loves her to death and he means every. single.word.

The palace shakes, screams of terror filling the air once again.

She leaps into his embrace, sobs ripping out of her throat as he hugs back just as tightly.” They’re here Hoseok-” she cries out, terror pumping through her veins, ”They’re here for me!”

The man looks over his shoulder, making sure the coast is clear, ”We need to move rapidly, Princess. You need to stay by my side no matter what happens. Got it?” He whispers, brow up as he looks for a way to get her to calm down.

He holds her closer.

Just as expected, she calms down.

“I’d never leave you Hoseok. Not until my last breath.”

“The same goes my way, princess.”His hand travels down her arm. He intertwines his lanky fingers with hers. “Let’s get you to safety.” he grins, rapidly easing the woman.

Not long after, the King orders for every member of his bloodline to be brought out of the capital.

They rush out of the main room, leaving the king behind with his sword drawn ready to fight for his kingdom, ready to fight for his life.

“Wait I think I hear something,” Hoseok stops in his tracks, ear trying its best to pick up any sounds.

Her breath rags as she looks over her shoulder, eyes wide.”We should hide in the room over there, quick!” she says as she drags him by the arm to the tiny storage room.

They squeeze in, the tight space making it impossible to be more than an inch apart.

He looks down at her. He sees the way her head rest on his chest just over his beating heart and memories of their past flashes in his mind. He smiles to himself, loving the way her warmth radiates on his skin.

She listens carefully. She listens to every jump, every stutter, every heartbeat of the man who swore to protect her.

Of the man she loves.

The man who knew that he loved her the second he laid his eyes on her ten years ago. He loved her when she was a small and frail girl and he loves her now as a beautiful and strong woman.

A beautiful and strong married woman.

he loved her just as much when his father gave her hand in marriage to the prince of the neighboring kingdom.

He loved her and stood silently next to her when she kissed her husband, her prince, Min Yoongi.

His smile flatters.

“Hoseok,” She calls out with a small voice, looking up to his warm brown eyes.

“Yes, my princess?”

Her gaze drops to the floor, gulping down the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. “I-I realize that I may not have much more time on this earth besides you.”

“W-what? What are you talkin-” hoseok is shushed by her lips who crash on his.

He shakes at first, eyes wide and hands awkwardly in the air but once he feels her hands tangle in his messy jet black hair, he melts in her embrace, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses back just as passionately. He feels millions of fireworks go off within him.

He feels the lips he’s always longed for finally on his. His hands find their way to her waist, gripping her tightly against him, he lets his tongue lap over her bottom lip then travel inside of her mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut as he memorizes the way she tastes, the way her lips feel so good on his, the way they mold so perfectly together as if they were made for each other.

“I’ve found you.” Hoseok feels the metal on his skin, freezing when he hears the voice.

She freezes too when she recognizes the voice. “Y-Yoongi?” she lets his name fall off her lips with a gasp. “W-what are you doing?”

The shorter man laughs, bitter as he eyes his wife with another man.

“I could ask you the very same question. Locking lips with a mere military man? And here I thought I would spare his life since you've had seemed to know him for a long time.” he tuts, head shaking as he digs the sword deeper into Hoseok’s flesh making him wince in agony.

Her heart thumpers, lips quivering “Y-you’re behind this aren’t you?” she spits.

Yoongi smirks, “Behind the rebellion in the kingdom?” he brings his index up, pointing lazily over his chest.” Why yes, indeed I am!”He pipes, a gummy smile on his lips.

She glares, disgusted.

Hoseok tries his best to keep a straight face as his back bleeds, sword gradually cutting his skin then penetrating his muscle.

“The king-Your father is now dead thanks to my men.”

She doesn’t bat an eye, remaining stoic as Yoongi speaks.

“The kingdom is in ashes and in need of a new leader,” he states, twirling the point of the sword into Hoseok’s spine who grits his teeth.

“The new leader is you I suppose?” She asks, hands sneaking themselves around Hoseok’s waist to reassure him.

Reassure him like the countless times he did to her.

Today, she would be the one protecting.

“I thought that you would make an excellent queen by my side but with him as a distraction, I see that It’d be a little difficult? Shall I get rid of him at once?” He sings out, eyes crazed as he draws back his sword to slash the man who is willing to die for his princess, his love, his soulmate.

The grip around his waist becomes hard as steel as she uses all the strength her body can muster at that moment to turn him on his heels causing the sword to not penetrate his body but hers.

Blood gushes out of her back as she uses her last force to push her lips on his shaking ones for a final kiss.

She uses her last breath to finally utter what she’s been holding within her heart for the past decade, “You were always the one I loved. As promised, I never left you till my last breath, I never stopped loving you till my final breath, Hoseok.” She croaks out with a weak smile, tears flowing out of her eyes. Her body slowly goes limp in his arms.

Hoseok’s entire being breaks.

He lets the body gently fall to his feet as inhuman rage engulfs his heart and mind. At the speed of light, he draws out his weapon and slashes Yoongi’s neck, making his skull fall on the floor with a thud and his body shortly follow afterward.

He drops to the ground on his knees, eyes vacant as he stares at her lifeless.

He had felt the epitome of happiness and sadness at only 25 years old.

He cradles her into his arms as he sobbed quietly, ”What’s the point of being alive if you’re not here with me? You really leave me after you’ve told me what I’ve dreamed of hearing for years? he chuckles sadly as he runs his bloody hand through his hair.

He lays her back on the ground, fingers gentle. he proceeds the grab the blood-stained knife and lay beside her, placing a strand of loose hair behind her ear, he admires her serene visage, finally peaceful.

“We will meet again in our next lives. no matter how longs it takes, I’ll never stop looking for you.”

He stabs himself in the heart, blood draining from his wound as he dies silently.

She gasps loudly as if she had been under water and had finally swum up to the surface to fill her lungs with oxygen.

“Oh my God,” Her lips shudder, gazing at the man who remains silent as he wipes her damp cheeks.

She hadn't even realized she’d been crying.

“T-that was me-That was us!” Her hands rush to hold his cold and aching ones. “Our story...” she trails.

“Our love story, ”Hoseok adds, his hands finally feeling her warmth after centuries of separation.

“You’ve must have been so lonely, all these years alone Hoseok.”She whimpers, heart-shattering when realizing that his name rolled out so naturally off her tongue.

Her forehead creases, thousands of unanswered questions bubbling inside her form. She asks, not being able to help herself. “How did you become like this? Forced to live through countless times and never reincarnate? How did you become a reaper?”

“Thanks to you, I finally remember why and how I died and I now know which capital sins doomed me to this life,” he smiled weakly, ”not only did I kill people but I killed myself too. As a result, I was sentenced to guide souls to their afterlife all while being forbidden to access mine for eternity unless-” he raises his index in the air, once again booping her nose. ”-unless I found you, my one and only true soulmate.”He caresses your hands, ecstatic.

“My heart is what led me to you on that night. I Just had a feeling you would finally be there. When I saw you I got so excited but I was too scared to speak to you. Knowing that I could possibly end your life with one word, I got help from a couple wandering souls and fate, they led you to the grandma who led you to me.” He explains and it clicks.

“So that's why you took my soul? You found a loophole in the system!” you laugh, bewildered. “since you already had my soul, when I spawned you, you wouldn't be obligated to take my soul by force, instead, you’d be obligated to give it back to me if I claimed it!” She beamed and hoseok nodded, his smile slowly flattering.

“there’s a catch isn’t there?”Her lips pursed, voice now quiet.

“My future-Well our future depends on your choice. if you’re ready to give up your life or not.”

“My l-life?” she takes a step back.

Hoseok sighs, ”Humans and reapers can’t be with each other due to my powers. Each second you would spend with me I’d unwillingly suck the life out of your body even if it is soulless.” He runs a hand through his hair, eyelids blinking slow.”What I meant earlier by being sentenced for eternity unless I met you is that you’re my key. The sole chance I have to reincarnation. If you agree, the memories of all the people you’ve ever encountered in your life would be completely washed. You and I would die and meet again at an undetermined time in our next life.”

Her eyelids flicker rapidly as she nods, listening attentively. “and if I say no?”

He glanced at her once more, licking his lips before speaking again.”If you say no, all memories of us ever meeting will be washed away. The universe will select another person as your soul mate and I will have to continue my job as a reaper.”

The enthusiasm is gone.

Your heart sinks, brain trying it’s best to keep up with all the information thrown at you.

If I say yes, I die and lose everything I've worked hard for, everyone who cares for me and who knows? I might meet Hoseok in my next life moments away from death.

But If I say no, I lose the only person whose loved me enough to spend 400 years looking for me. I take away his only chance at happiness -at life.

But the feelings my past form felt for him aren’t the same feelings my present self feels for him right? I might be the reincarnation of that princess but am a completely different person with a completely different life from hers.

But he’s waited centuries for me...

“Give me more time to think.” She blurts out, nibbling hard on her lip, hard enough to draw blood if she applies just a bit more pressure.

Hoseok blinks, mouths parting as he thinks for a second.”Normally you’d have to make your choice right now but I understand how hard this can be. Giving up your life for a future that is unsure is far from being an easy thing.” he simpers, ”I will give you a week deadline. I’ll be waiting for you every day in front of the little coffee shop near your home and on the last day if by the tick of midnight you still haven’t made your choice I’ll consider your answer as a no.”

She grin, exposing her pearly teeth as she looks up at him with glassy orbs.”Why that coffee shop? Why can’t I just spawn you in my room again like I did here?” she asks, faces illuminated by the fire under Hoseok’s toes.

“That’s the coffee shop of fate,” he says simply, confusing the girl even more.

“Of fate?”

“If you meet me there before your time is up, I’ll tell you all about it. You don’t need to pick yes as your choice to know. I guess you can say am offering you this sacred knowledge as a gift for you showing up!” he chimes, scratching his neck.

You blink at the ground, smile small and soft. “Okay then..” you gaze up through your lashes, the warmth of his eyes engulfing you quickly, “I guess I don’t have any more questions so we’re done..?” brow up, she’s adorable.

“Yeah, we're done.” he smiles tight and y/n melts when she sees his dimples but decides against acting out on her rash thoughts and poking his face.

“I guess I'll go! Just blow out the candle and I’ll be out of your shoes!” He points over to the flame beneath him.

She crouches down, pausing for a second. “You better not leave out a single detail about the coffee shop of fate.” She whispers, chuckling lowly before blowing out the candle.

“The weather has been awfully inconsistent lately..” she shivers, rubbing away at her forearms as she steps out the car.

Her feet drag on the concrete, floor uneven as she gradually goes under the bridge.

Nose scrunched, she wonders why she picked white shoes now that she stands on the grass.

The grey clouds hid the sun, leaving the sky dull and somber.

Her eyes roamed around the deserted area in search of the woman who she promised to meet this early in the morning. She shivered like the leaves on the tall oak tree near the lake. She let the wind sway her, stretching out her upper limb and shutting her eyes as she relinquished the fresh air.

“Time flows like wind and water. Changing everything and replacing with new things,” The old woman chimes quiet, surprising the woman who flinches with wide eyes. The grandma simply smiles, wrinkly and tired eyes never leaving the water ahead,” but when love is added to the mix, no matter how many times the salt in the see tear it down, no matter how aggressively the wind blows sending it to places beyond our knowledge, it will still be there. Pieces of love will be scattered all over the place and it’ll be hard but not impossible to pick them all up.” Her grey hair frames her faces as she turns to look over at the woman who blinks numbly.

“Miss?” she asks, orbs immersed in the flow of the transparent liquid, “Who are you exactly?” she sniffs, her nose red.

She hears the old woman chuckle. “Am just an old woman helping fate take it’s course.”She looks back at the lake, a smile gracing her thin lips. “You’ll find the answer in your heart eventually, darling,”

Y/n doesn’t respond, not knowing how too. Instead, she tries to predict the movements of the water as she keeps an eye out for any fishes that might swim up to the surface.

She doesn’t know how much time passes but when she finally glances to the side with the tilt of her head, the elderly woman is nowhere to be seen.

Her deadline.

A week.

Seven days.

168 hours.

10080 minutes.

This is how she spent it.

Monday: After meeting with the mysterious lady, y/n bore herself into her thoughts all while working simultaneously. Thinking back to her words, how love could never truly disappear once you had experienced it no matter how much times or obstacles came in its way.

At least that’s what she thought the old lady was trying to get to. She bites her plastic pen, figuring that it depends on what perspective you see it from,

she barely gets any work done when she leaves the office.

She drives by the coffee shop on her way home. her eyes linger on the building, fighting with herself internally to not succumb to the urges and enter.

Just the thought of Hoseok there at midnight waiting for her is enough to make her swallow hard and blink insanely as she enters her home.

Her eyes are blank when she stares at the tv, wine glass in hand. She doesn’t spare a glance at her phone when it vibrates for the hundredth time.

She doesn't want to speak to anyone. Not when it’s past midnight.

Tuesday: She’s overwhelmed with work, barely having enough time to eat as her coworkers and boss rush her. Her stress is out the roof. Oh, how she wishes she could just be in bed snuggling with her teddy bears with the faint sound of anime in the background.

She feels bad when she passes the coffee shop knowing that Jimin is in there probably wondering why she’s been blowing off his messages.

Jimin: Did I do something wrong? Am sorry.. please answer soon.

She looks at the message that was sent yesterday. Heart heavy, she makes a promise to herself that she’ll go in tomorrow.

Wednesday: She finally calls her best friend, grimacing when the fiery woman yells in the phone and throws in a couple explicit words, hurt over the fact that she’d been ignoring her for no reason.

She smiles softly, she missed her bestie.

They make plans later that day to chill at her apartment.

When her bubbly friend arrives and asks her about what’s going on in her life she doesn’t dare mention the blood-haired man.

She listens attentively to her best friend gush over the man who she met the other day at a disk store. She tries not to gasp over the name of the man, Yoongi. Rather, she smiles larger, ignoring the heavy dullness of her heart.

It’s only when the woman mentions Jimin that y/n feels guilt eat her whole.

She had completely forgotten to go see him.

I’ll go see him tomorrow, she thinks as she eyes the clock.

11:59pm.

Thursday: The leaves dance as the wind blows, sky still grey. Y/n can’t shake off the feeling that she’s being watched when she comes out of the office. Marching fast, her eyes shoot everywhere in the parking lot in search of her car.

She smiles relieved when spotting it and decides to make a run for it. Not risking to stay any longer to find out why her stomach is twisting in terror of the unknown.

She springs, almost to her vehicle as she reaches in her bag for her keys.

She’s stopped abruptly by a painful grip on her arm.

She blinks up, heart pumping at the speed of light when she’s met with her loan shark.

“I’ll have the money soon I promise! please just give me a bit more time!” She cries out when the male snarls out a threat before letting her go.

He watches her with a smug smile when she races away to her car, tears flowing out her eyes and hands shaking of fright.

She drives straight home. Vision clouded by water, she doesn’t glance at the coffee shop.

She spends the night crying. she feels empty and realizes just how dull her life truly is. She thinks of Hoseok, all he made her feel in a short period of time he was with her.

She looks at the clock as midnight goes by.

Friday: She runs into Jimin’s arms, head falling on his chest as the boy’s eyes widen, taking clumsy steps back due to the force of the unexpected embrace.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you, Jimin!” She speaks into his chest, voice muffled by his now wrinkled white dress shirt.

“It’s okay..” He pats her head, trying his best to reassure the woman.

She stays silent still in his embrace, listening to his crazed heart like her past princess self with hoseok.

She doesn`t feel it.

She doesn`t feel ease wash over her like she -or her past self-had felt with hoseok.

It’s different.

He’s different.

He’s not Hoseok.

She blinks fast when seeing the back of a trenchcoat just walking away from the window.

she doesn't blink at all and watches with careful eyes when the man turns, exposing his profile.

The nose isn't arched like a bow, his gaze his piercing like a million arrows and his hair isn’t red like the blood that pumps through her veins.

It isn’t him.

Shuts her eyes, not understanding why she wanted him to be Hoseok.

Saturday: She spends the day at the coffee shop with Jimin, watching him the few clients that come in. Jungkook rushes in the shop, the rain completely soaking him.

“You’ll get sick you know?’ she pipe, eying the young man who shakes his hair, sending water all over the place.

“I never get sick.” he tuts and she thinks about it for a second. Nodding when she realizes that she’s in fact never seen him sick.

Jimin smiles shyly when she agrees to join him for a movie night the next day.

Sunday: your head rest on Jimin’s shoulder as you watch a movie. The blanket covering the both of you, you nuzzle yourself deeper into his embrace, not feeling uncomfortable with the boy.

You try not to smirk when the boy blushes, trying his best to focus on the tv and not the warmth radiating from your skin.

You immerse yourself in the movie. Forehead creasing as you can’t seem to understand the decisions of the main character.

You can’t but get frustrated and groan out loud when the woman on the screen continues pushing away anything and anyone who brings her happiness. You curse at the way she clings to her miserable life, throwing away every single opportunity that came her way to help her start fresh.

“Why does she keep settling for less when life clearly has more to offer if she just takes the chance!” Y/n pipes exasperated, fist balled up for some reason.

Jimin chuckles, tilting his head so it rests on hers. “I think that some people are just scared to take the jump. Life is a game of hazard. When you roll the dice it can land on the highest number just like it can land on the lowest. If you never try rolling the dice then you’ll never move from your spot.” Jimin speaks gently, coffee-colored eyes glimmering as the scenes reflect in them, he stares at your parted lips.

“You can’t be afraid of what you don’t know. Don’t be afraid to roll the dice.” he exhales, leaning in and pecking your lips quick.

Your eyes flutter shut, chasing his lips when he tries to pull away. You kiss him deeply, gripping his shirt to pull him closer.

You tear away, a string of saliva snapping when your lips leave each other.

Your eyes flicker open and meet his dazed ones. “Jimin, what time is it?

His cloudy eyes clear when hearing your voice. “I-I don’t have my phone on me.” He pats his jeans, blinking slow.” I think I might have left them on the dresser in my room.” He gets up quick put you rapidly push him back down the couch with your open palm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” Your bare feet tap on his wood floor, stopping when finding his bedroom.

The door squeaks as you open it, eyes darting to the dresser. You walk over fast, jaw-dropping when realizing you only have 15 minutes left before midnight

You blast out the room, only pausing in your tracks to face an alert and confused Jimin. “How far is this place from the coffee shop?” You blurt out louder than intended, confusing the boy who stands even more.

“H-huh w-why?” His brows crease, lips screwing themselves into a frown but quickly relaxing when you peck his plump lips. “Please just tell me and don’t ask questions.”

“About 20 minutes if you walk-”

“I need to go there real quick. I know my answer thanks to you, my little fairy.” You hug him fast before bouncing out of the apartment, not even realizing that you took his phone with you but it didn’t matter because you finally knew what to do.

You finally knew your answer.

You smiled to yourself, thinking back to Jimin and the way he kissed you as you ran, hair flapping all over your face in the street that was only illuminated by the blue moon.

You finally knew your answer.

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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love your series of ‘Till death shoots us apart’ such a great story and i love your writing

I literally yelled out of happiness after reading this!! You have no idea how much it means to me to know that you're enjoying my series! On the rare occasions that I receive messages like this one it completely brightens my mood and puts the biggest smile on my lips! thank you for reading and sending this touching message

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Till death shoots us apart (3)

Mafia!au

Yoongi X Reader X Hoseok ft. got7

Warnings: mentions of death, illegal things, sex, and violence

Words: 3.7k

To free herself from her abusive husband she must pay the biggest debt of them all. Murder his rival but what happens if she falls for the man she is supposed to kill?

previous part.

A/N: oh gosh I've finished writing this over two months ago (i have a lot of pre-written chapters for most of my fics I just edit them over like 300 times b4 posting lol) but I was just so unsatisfied with this that I kept going back and editing waaay more than usually! I still feel slightly iffy about it but I hope you guys will still maybe like it...? anyways, enjoy and sorry for the tardiness!!

"I needed to see you again" There it was again the stutter of your chest The untamed butterflies

Your breath hitched, the intensity of the emotion literally sucking the air out of your lungs. The effect he had on you with simple words jumbled your brain as it tried to comprehend how you could feel such things that soon.

You stared at his cat-like eyes, admiring how they screamed for your forgiveness, how they were filled with infatuation.

You wondered briefly too, had he ever felt this? The wild desire to be with someone despite the inevitable fact that everything would go to hell if they ever truly dared to love.

But when he stared at her, orbs glimmering and lips parted in anticipation, she doubted the inevitable fate.

Maybe, if you try hard enough, love will prevail.

But she was too old to believe in fairytales.

She purses her lips, playful glint igniting in her eyes. "Okay, you've seen me." She shrugged casually, "Now what?"

The man's brows bounced off his forehead. "I-I... Uh—well" he gulped, "I-I didn't think I'd get this far if am being honest to the both of us.." he admitted, blinking vigorously as y/n eyed him completely dumbfounded.

"You're telling me that you've been waiting in that smelly musty corner since seven AM-" she pointed over to the corner of a wall which was indeed covered in mold and other bodily fluids She preferred not to mention for the sake of her own well being, "and ask for forgiveness already assuming that I'd reject you?" She let out a breathy laugh, flashing her pearly teeth, "You are truly something else."

"I’m just not used to getting second chances I guess.. Where I come from, if you fuck up once, it's over." He muttered, neck cowering between his shoulders as he avoided eye contact.

You had heard how merciless Yoongi's gang was. Slaughtering mere drug dealers —who were considered to be the lowest in the hierarchy, just because they would fuck up an order or not bring enough money to the table.

You found his comment extremely rich coming from him since he was the leader, the one behind every slash, every bullet, and every murder.

"So since you haven't planned anything are you just going to sit around and watch me change diapers all day or?" You asked, hips swaying as you paced across the room to hang your leather jacket. Yoongi stared, eyes traveling on the ass that was tightly hugged by your jeans.

"Give me maybe ten minutes and I'll think of something.." He muttered, now blinking to the floor as you turned on your heels.

"Sure."

You marched down the hallway, orbs softening once they landed on the group of babies you watch. Your heart ached for a little one of your own at that moment but as usual, you chose to ignore it. You stepped into the room with Yoongi who still followed behind, quickly getting busy playing with one of your favorite babies.

He crawled towards you, an adorable grin on his face. You couldn't help but squeak in happiness and pride when you noticed his fourth tooth growing just under his two bunny like teeth. "Isn't he adorable?" You gushed, squeezing the chubby baby cheeks before Yoongi who smiled softly. "Yeah, he is." He agreed sincerely before asking "Do you have any siblings?"

A lump suddenly formed in your throat, images your brother flashing in your mind like movie scenes. In those short clips of your memories, you saw yourself promising him to get out of the criminal life and escape to be free once and for all. "I-I do actually." You croaked out, your voice coming out as more of a whisper than anything else.

Yoongi noticed and panicked. "A-am so sorry is there something that happened them?" "NO-" you yelled out involuntarily causing you to gasp and clamp a hand on your mouth immediately. "He's just a little sick and I couldn't even try imagining anything bad happening to him without going crazy. He's my everything.."

Yoongi listened carefully, empathy and compassion-things he rarely felt, spread across his body like flowers who blossomed over land. "You don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable or hurts you." He reassures, swiping the pad of his thumb over your exposed forearm.

You nod, thanking him.

You both remained in a comfortable silence for a while before he broke it.

"I-I kn-know this place where we could go to." He stammered at first but quickly grew confident as he spoke "I haven't actually tried out the food but I've heard from ...friends that it's pretty good"

"That sounds nice, I love trying new things!" You piped already getting up from where you sat.

His hands found their way into the pockets of his coat as he walked back towards the door and you trailed behind after calling someone to replace you.

I squint, the million dollars lights blinding me. "Okay, Wow."

This looks, smells and feels expensive.

It leaves me questioning if I should pay a fee just for laying my eyes on the building before me.

I rapidly grow self-conscious, eyes briefly darting down, taking in how casual I looked with my plain white t-shirt, jeans and jacket combo.

This definitely won't do.

I check out Yoongi who smiled obliviously to our situation.

"Well, shit." I purse my lips, gripping the flesh of my wrist.

Yoongi snaps his head back in my direction, an eyebrow up.

"What's wrong ?" We're still just standing in front of the restaurant.

We're not even actually in yet.

"They'll probably kick us out of here. We look too broke to enter this place. " I sigh, turning on my heels and ready to settle for a cheap pizza.

Brooklyn is known for being the city with the most delicious deep dish pizza...or is it Chicago? Whatever, there's probably still a pizza place near.

He swiftly grabs my arm, pulling me into his chest as his other limb supports my back. He gazes down at me, smirk evident on his lips that he licks. "Don't be silly, they could never kick you out with me by your side."

I get lost in the scent of his cologne, the feeling of him around me, lost in the sea that is his eyes and I can't help to but listen to his heart that beats peacefully compared to mine who hammers. I blink, pupils dilated when in his presence.

I blink again, finally snapping out of it and pushing him off me swiftly as I struggle to clear my throat.

At that moment I realize I can't let him get too close to me physically. Not after all my senses went blank on me and only acknowledged him. Not after it took me that long -that much effort to separate myself from his embrace that I enjoyed for far too long.

"You're dressed as badly as me you dumbass. Just face it, we look poor." I mutter, urging him with the nod of my head to look at his attire too.

He gasps, hand landing on his chest. "This coat is Saint Laurent for your information!" He scoffs. "Besides, I have some contacts that can easily get us in." He crosses his arms over his chest, proud.

"Well, lead the way, sir!"

We approached the door with slow steps as the worker paid to hold the door for the customers eyed Yoongi suspiciously but nevertheless, he did his job and held the door open. Yoongi quickly detached himself from my side, closed the door and shooed the worker away before opening the door himself.

"Ladies first!" He grinned, extending an arm out, urging me to step in.

I could catch a slight grimace from his face but I chose to ignore it, taking consistent steps towards it.

He grimaced again.

The door must be heavy.

Yeah, the door is definitely heavy.

So heavy that it actually slipped from Yoongi's hold and somehow he activated the automatic opening system.

It's like it was in slow motion

Yoongi's face went from calm and content to extreme panic and horror

You smiled, as you were taking your slow steps, closing your eyes to increase the bubbles of anticipation of finding out what the restaurant held inside.

Because who thought a door that weights three trillion times your body weight could be racing towards your oblivious face.

Before you knew it, your head flew backward in pain. If it weren't for your neck that keeps your head attached to the rest of your body, your skull would've surely flown to the other side of the planet.

Blood gushed out your nose before you pinched it tightly. You were now standing on the sidewalk once again, too afraid to get close to that door or Yoongi.

You glared at him, catching a glimpse of his face contorted in what you can guess as being a cocktail of worry, regret and the feeling of majorly fucking up.

Yoongi stepped aside as the worker took his rightful place beside the door. He was unbelievably embarrassed.

The man leaped your way, showering you in apologies but you quickly stopped him with the help of your waving hands and dismissive tone "It's whatever. Let's just go eat, okay" He smiled faintly, wrapping an arm around yours as he did previously. Yoongi snapped his head back when he caught the worker snickering. If it weren't for the slight tug at his shirt, he would've probably pulled out his gun then and there. With you by his side, he was on his best behavior.

Just as you expected, It was the definition of glamorous.

Just the red carpet that you were standing on looked like it was handmade in Italy by a hardworking elder that used only the finest materials. You felt your heartstrings tug due to the fact that you were probably stepping on someone hard work. Your eyes flickered around the restaurant, watching waiters come rush out of the kitchen with platters of food that were worth more than your college tuition and gently lay them in front of wealthy individuals.

My attention was brought back to Yoongi when he heaved out a nervous "what?" to the man working at the reception.

"A reservation, sir" the man repeated politely but a tinge of annoyance laced his voice.

Yoongi ignored it.

"I didn't make a reservation," he confessed, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Well you can't get in, sir, " the receptionist said, a matter of faculty as he looked up lazily through his thick grey lashes.

Leaning in towards the wood table that separated them, Yoongi hands gripped the man's collar, bringing him down to his level. "I don't think you know who I am but you might know my friend Seokjin."

The worker swallowed hard, feeling Yoongi's hot breath against his throat and the gun he hid in the front of his coat pocket. Scratching his gray beard, the worker suddenly beamed "O-oh! Would you look at that, your name is on the list. You can get in!"

Yoongi never gave him his name

"Table for two please!"

The table was at the back of the restaurant, large windows graced every wall and the crystal table sparkled under the chandelier white lights.

Once at the table, being the 'gentleman' he is, the raven-haired man offered to pull out my chair.

Of course, I agreed.

I see he's really trying to impress me.

I waited on the side for him to pull out the chair just enough for me to sit comfortably. When I deemed that the space he created was enough, I went in to sit in the chair.

Or so I thought.

I landed straight on my ass, pain shooting through my body almost immediately as Yoongi eyes grew wide.

The bastard doesn't even know how to pull out a chair properly!

The snobby couples and their wealthy peers soon glanced my way and I lowered my head in humiliation. Unfortunately, I could still hear the chuckling and the light gasps.

Yoongi scurried himself to me and offered his hand, which I quickly rejected. I gave him a tight-lipped smile instead and got up on my own, dusting off my butt.

"Just sit down, I'll do the same."

In order to not further cause a scene, he nodded mortified and went to his seat.

Shortly after, the waiter came back with menus. After a quick scan of the fancy piece of paper, I recognized the fact that nothing in here cost less than 60$

60$ for exotic mineral water? I'd be dammed.

"What will the lovely couple be having today ?" The young waiter courteously asked with the tilt of his head.

"For today I'll be h-" I was quickly hushed by Yoongi booming voice. Brows furrowed, I listened attentively to the dishes he picked out for me but to my dismay, I identified none due to the complexity of the names.

His brown eyes landed back on me, smile soft and excited as he fumbled with his lanky fingers.

I simpered back reluctantly, slightly annoyed as I started to find that damned smile of his rather obnoxious.

With a final stroke of ink on the waiter's notepad, he grinned wide before clasping his hands."Okay, I'll be back with the food shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy the live jazz show."

You were now left alone with the bubbling man.

"So..erm.." she started awkwardly as her eyes darted to Yoongi who seemed to have already been staring at her. "Don't worry about the food I've picked out for you. I personally know the chef and he's a great cook." He reassured, tongue lapping over his bottom lip for a split second.

"Mhm, yeah.." Your head bobbed. You were still slightly uncomfortable, to be honest. Going out to big fancy restaurants had never really been your thing —or Hoseok's. He would rather bring you in more secluded areas to have more intimacy or you both would settle for takeout.

You thought about the striking difference between the two men.

Hoseok was never big with showing off his money with cars, trips around the world, jewelry and mansions —you had to convince him to buy the one you lived in or else he would've just settled for a small apartment.

He never showed you off either. A large part of you knew it was due to the fact that you were supposed to be the 'shadow'. Which meant that your identity would permanently remain secret to anyone who wasn't in the circle but the other small part of your being knew that is was just because he was possessive over you.

Less than a handful of people knew that you were his fiancée. The night after he asked you to be his forever and you both made love, he took off his newly bought ring and disappeared into the night as a single man to whichever girl threw themselves at him.

That night you cried.

The next day when he came back you were the happiest being on earth, jumping around like a little puppy after it's owner came back home from work.

Yoongi, on the other hand, flashed his money and woman every chance he got.

You heard that he once called for a meeting with his circle in his office as he fucked one of his flings on the desk.

It was also rumored that he had bought out a multi-dollar worth brand just so he could change the design of the logo into a dick.

She looked back at him, noticing the way he struggled to get the straw into his mouth to properly drink his water. Was he truly the man who had caused so much bloodshed and terror?

He caught you starring and immediately choked.

You giggled.

"How in the living hell do you not know how to pull out a chair right ?" You teased and watched him gulp down the water before exhaling loudly. "I-I told you already! I never do these 'date' things." he finger quoted, " When I pull out, it normally isn't chairs" he joked with a smug smile as he wiggled his brows and then snorted when the woman fake gagged.

"By the way, do I finally get to know your name?" She sipped her water, lashes fluttering shut when she got a brain freeze.

Yoongi smiled, heart skipping a beat over something so simple but weirdly adorable.

Fuck this isn't me- Am acting like I'm fucking whipped for her! It's been three days!

Yoongi didn't even get the chance to say no because the waiter came back with plates, plates, plates and even more plates of food

Her mouth watered as she scanned the selection of gourmet food before her. The pit in both their stomachs only grew larger by the second.

Yoongi smiled smug as he eyed the oblivious y/n, She's cute.

"Enjoy your meal." the young man bowed and left.

Yoongi took his utensils and went in for a bite of his food but quickly stopped to watch y/n who seemed to actually be drooling. He watched amazed at the lack of blinking her eyes did.

She finally spoke

"I hope this doesn't have p-" before she could finish, Her date stuffed a spoonful of his food down her throat.

He grinned as he watched her gulp down the horrifyingly large amount of food on a single spoon.

His smile flattered when he noticed,

She was getting...red?

Uhh, she swallowed the food but why is her face still puffy ..?

Is it normal that she's scratching her neck like that?

"I....ant brethe"

What

Ohhh fuck

Blood drained from his visage leaving him pale and heaving in panic as he rushed to get up. Now on his feet, the man was stopped from leaping to the suffocating woman when she threw her bag in his face making his neck snap backward and his entire body fall back into his chair. "WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS-" He yelped causing a few heads to turn at the sudden commotion. He watched with wide eyes as she pointed over to the back aggressively with her right hand while the other was too busy scratching her now crimson neck.

He rummaged through the bag over his lap In complete distress. "FUCK WHY ARE YOU POINTING OVER TO YOUR STUPID BAG-Oh"

He pulled out the epipen.

The blood that previously left his face was now back with force as he now looked like a fresh tomato picked out by a sweaty farmer in the south.

He huffed out in relief when kissing the epipen in his hand.

Ah, thank God I found you-

Y/n banged on the table, eyes red when gasping for air, she whimpered in pain. "A-Ah yes! Fuck how do these things work again?" He twirled it between his fingers, eyes scanning the small directions given on the orange stick.

He held his breath in when he brought down the medication to her thigh, releasing it into her veins.

She gasped, chest heaving as air finally filled her lungs. She shook with terror and anger while Yoongi let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

He watched her inflamed skin gradually gain back its original color, gulping gulping gulping the man couldn't help but grimace thinking of how big of a fool he was.

His gaze on her dropped once she looked back at him, eyes still glassy.

He waited for her to say something, to say anything.

"I think it's time for me to go home."

Anything but that!

He blinked and for a second he could've sworn he saw smoke coming out of her ears. She was livid as she snatched her purse and fixed her hair, preparing to depart.

He stammered, reaching out to hold her forearm, "N-no no y/n! Listen, I didn't know" he held her wrist now, cat-like-eyes wide as they darted over every inch of her beautiful face.

He couldn't help but find her sexy when she was mad but no way in hell was he going to say anything about that right now. She tensed under his touch, sucking a sharp breath in. "Maybe if you let me FINISH MY SENTENCES SOMETIMES AND NOT FORCE FOOD DOWN MY THROAT, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT I AM ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS " she exploded

Even the mobster who probably seen and lived horrible things in his life seemed to be scared of the woman at that instance. "Please let me make it up to you" he begged.

She thought by saying no and going back home to take a well-deserved nap Then she thought about the whole plan.

Yeah, you can't have possibly forgotten why you're here y/n ... You didn't actually forget .. right...?

Yeah, she kinda did.

"This time let me chose my food and don't try to open doors for me or pull out my chair or do anything for me in general."

He nodded nodded nodded, ready to agree to whatever the woman would spill out of her mouth.

He quickly wrote a check with probably waaaaay more money than he actually needed to pay but whatever he's stinking rich.

He pulled out his arm for to lace his with hers and she half-heartedly did.

The date ended with them at a rundown pizza place in downtown Brooklyn, y/n constantly teasing and poking the man for all the mistakes he did that night.

"Well, now I know what to feed you before you go down on me." He piped under his breath, quickly swallowing his orange crush.

Y/n spit out hers. "W-what?"

"You know," he placed his drink back on the table."I’ll feed you peanuts that way when I put my dick down your throat it'll be nice and tight-"

"I ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF YOU AND THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT IS THAT? I-" she screeched, veins popping out the sides of her neck as she watched the man choke with laughter.

The date ended with her bubbly. She asked for his name and he agreed to give it to her only if she promised that they would see each other again.

She said yes, not hesitating for a second as she gave him her number.

Yoongi grew horny when his name fell off her lips, tantalizing her endlessly about how good it would to his ears when she’ll be moaning it. She punched him on the forearm after that comment and he was once again roaring with laughter.

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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Please send in request!

Id love to write some of your request !! Don’t be afraid to send them. It could be drabbles/one-shots and I could try réactions but I doubt I’d be very good at thoses haha

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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Order my love (2)

Jungkook Barista!au short story

Jk X Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse and Harsh language

Words: 1k

Who knew that a runny nose would lead this young barista to find his soulmate. She looks perfect at first glance but by the time he serves her the first cup of coffee, he realizes that he just might need to save her life.

Today, the sun shined brightly when Jungkook woke up. It's orange tinge seeped through the blinds and into the store, illuminating the small space with its natural light and nourishing the plants.

Birds chirped as they fed their babies. Flowers blossomed under the rays of the star.

Jungkook never really minded the heat, always thinking of himself as a summer person and hating how winter would chill his bones and prevent him from ever leaving his apartment.

He loved the heat but today, he had to admit it was too much.

His orbs scanned the deserted shop as he gulped down his second bottle of water in the span of two and a half hours. The man gets up from his bench, darting to the broken AC.

He gave it a kick or two in hopes that he'd hear the machine start again but to his dismay, not a sound came out. He groaned out, hating the feeling of his white dress shirt sticking against his sweaty skin. Not to mention the fact that he was still very sick, only feeling slightly better than the previous day.

Should I be sweating this much? His brows creased as he smelled his armpits. Good, he doesn't smell musty. He makes a mental note to thank Jimin for introducing him to this new deodorant which worked wonders from what he could tell with a simple sniff.

He returned to his seat, digging out his phone out his pocket.

Two hours into the shift and still no customers! He enjoyed the company of customers, often becoming friends with some of them. This shop was truly special, perhaps even sacred? This shop definitely wasn't the usual one. Thinking about it, he had never even met the manager. He remembers the day he left his application in the little box by the door vividly, thinking that he'd be called in to do an interview and meet the manager but instead he just got a cream letter sent to him saying that got the job.

He got formed by Jimin and ever since then he's worked in that tiny little coffee shop where hours seem to go by a little too quickly at times.

The bell chimed as a customer stepped in, immediately getting Jungkook on his toes and ready to serve.

His eyes softened when he saw who it was.

Y/n.

But they soon went wide when he saw just what she wore on this unbearably hot day.

"Hi, Jungkook! I came, just as promised." She smiled, walking towards the counter with her fingers strapped around the leather band of her over the shoulder bag.

Butterfishes unleashed into his stomach, mouth dry, he waved piping out a little "Hi!" Of his own.

He subtly observed her, noticing how she hid her neck with an oversized black turtleneck sweater. She wore denim and strappy sandals on the bottom half of her body.

His eyes darted back to hers and he quickly noticed the flush over her cheeks and ears.

I stared too long, didn't I?

"It's not very busy today as I can see..." she mused, grip on her bag tightening.

"On a day as hot as today, I doubt anyone even wants to leave their bed in the morning!" He chuckled, nervous. "What can I get you today?"

She arched her neck, scanning the menu. This time, her turtleneck hid her scars.

"I'll have a piece of cheesecake with a hot latte on the side." She pursed her lips, nodding at Jungkook in confirmation.

He was quick to turn around and start preparing her order. He cut a piece of cheesecake and neatly placed it in a glass plate, accentuating it with edible flower petals.

He grabbed a cup, pausing when he brought it under the coffeemaker. He nibbled his bottom lip.

"Don't you think it's a little hot to drink this? Am afraid you'll have heat stroke after drinking this since you already seem hot enough in your sweater." Jungkook blurted out, back still facing her, a small moment of courage bursting out of him.

He knew what she hid under her clothes.

"I-I've gotten sick so I barely feel the heat right now. I can feel my bones trembling." She giggles.

His tongue laps over his lips, eyes squinting, he knows it's a lie but he smiles regardless, nodding his head and making the latte.

She pays and sits at the same place she sat the day before. She pulls out her laptop from her bag, placing it on the table beside her plate as Jungkook regains his seat, eyes flickering between her form and his phone.

He's itching to leap out of his seat and just talk to the woman, ask her what's wrong and what can he do to help but he knows better. He knows that he would surely scare the poor girl away if he was too blunt but he couldn't just sit there and watch her suffer silently.

He watched her type away on her computer as if she was one of the hardest puzzles none to the human kind, impossible to decipher.

What can I do? He exhaled, not realizing just how long his gaze had lingered on the woman until she cleared her throat causing him to flinch.

"Is everything okay?" Her left brow arches, lips tugging downward in worry.

His eyes bulge, quickly gulping. "A-ah yes, I was just curious about what you were typing." He lies -well not really since he was indeed curious about what this young woman wrote on her computer.

She blinked rapidly, voice quivering when she mumbled to herself "W-what I am typing?" Jungkook sensed her discomfort, already dismissing the idea of him getting a peek until she reassured him.

"No, it's okay if you want to see. I want to share it with the world anyway." He tilted his head, lips slightly pouting. "The world?" He asked, coming off cuter than he had intended. She stared for a moment, eyes lingering on his doe eyes who looked so warm and trustworthy compared to the ones she would see every day back at home.

"Just my small following on my blog!" She corrected herself, explaining furthermore. "I write stories."

Jungkook grins, bouncing off his stool and landing a spot next to the girl who stood amazed by the quickness of his two lower limbs.

"I defiantly want to read them!" He's genuinely excited, clasping his hands together as he looks at the screen.

Her shoulders slouch, head cowering between her shoulders, she sighs. "They're a bit sad so please don't find me weird for writing these things and to be completely honest with you, I haven't had the courage to publish a chapter in months now..." She trails off, immediately regaining Jungkook's full attention.

"Is it writer's block?" He asks, orbs now locked with her timid ones.

"I-i guess. It's just in the story am at a part where I just don't know what to do anymore or perhaps I haven't developed my character enough for her to be considered strong and overpower her enemy without it seeming irrational and unrealistic." She huffs annoyed.

"I'll read and tell you what I think about that okay?" He says voice soft, almost soothing to the ears.

"Okay."

His eyes are left wide, lips parted and heart aching. He glances at the woman seated beside him who rests her chin on her knees, hands fidgeting.

The story was brief and uncompleted but no doubt in mind that the character she created is herself.

The young woman in her book, beaten for following her dreams, forced into love that wasn't mutual. She takes every hit with a straight face, knowing that crying or flinching is useless because the man will show no remorse either way. Standing up for herself doesn't come without consequences. She tried once and couldn't see for two weeks afterward. The woman in her books wants a hero, someone to notice her whimpering in pain when no one else is around, someone to listen to her or to sweep her off her feet and offer her only pure bliss. The woman in her book doesn't realize that she can be the own hero of her story.

Y/n doesn't realize just how strong she actually is.

He looks at her, eyes scanning her face that flushes, embarrassed.

He makes a decision at that moment.

Her book will have a happy ending.

He will help y/n become her own hero.

He will help y/n love herself.

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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The prettiest soul (1)

Hoseok X reader

Reaper!au

Warnings: angst, harsh language

Words: 3k

"Trust me y/n, its worth the money. I've never been more amazed in my life!" Your best friend gushes over the phone.

"I know you've told me this over thirty times today." You sigh, a small smile on your lips as you make your way to your destination by car.

Your bestfriend had finally convinced you to see the mysterious woman who appeared behind the city's bridge.

The word of her doings had spread like wildfire across the small city you lived in. Apparently, she could paint your soul. Crazy right? You thought so too. Until your best friend had gotten hers painted. No matter how skeptical you were of that old woman behind the bridge abilities, you had to admit that it strangely fitted your friend.

It just felt right, all the colors, curves and the structure itself of the painting just somehow matched with your best friend.

That happened three days ago and ever since then, she has been begging you to go see for yourself and get your soul painted. Spiritually had never been an interesting subject to you but with the relentless spam calls and messages that your bestie left, you had no other choice but to go.

So here you were, parking near the river and walking down to where your friend told you she'd be: under the bridge.

In front of the woman stood at least fifteen people but you weren't fazed, everyone in town was talking about this lady and curiosity all got the best of them.

After waiting in line for a good thirty minutes you were finally next.

The woman was sat in a wooden chair, soft pillows just under her bottom.

Ahead of her was a wooden table, stacks of paper and water pastel crayons covered the small surface. Her brown hair with splashes of grey where confined in a tight bun. The burgundy dress she wore went down to her feet, hiding her black flats.

You sat down in the plastic chair in front of her desk, eyeing her suspiciously, observing the way she softly smiles at you.

Of course, you smiled back being the polite girl you are.

"H-how do you see souls?" You blurt out, not being able to help yourself. You were just so intrigued.

"Oh honey, I don't see them." She chuckles. "It's okay if you ask me questions, dear but just know that there are people waiting after you so we must be quick!" She was adorable as she piped that out, quirking an eyebrow up.

"If you don't see the souls then how are you drawing them?"

"The souls here guide my hands!" Her eyes formed crescents. "Under this bridge, unfortunately, a lot of people ended their lives here so there's a lot of unfulfilled souls lingering in this area. They can be very dangerous if you don't know how to speak to them properly so always remain polite!"

You nodded, understanding the concept well. "Okay am ready, let's start."

She shakes her head in approval, grabbing her painting utensils, she calls the souls "Could you please help me, darlings?"

Immediately she shifts in posture, back straight and eyes empty, her hands quaked.

You were taken back by that, realizing that a spirit had probably taken over her body in that instant.

She stared at you, lifeless eyes piercing holes in your body yet, she didn't budge.

Your eyebrows screwed together in confusion when the lady came back to her senses, lips parted in shock. Her hand trembled as she brought it up to her mouth, eyes wide. Your brows jumped, not understanding what she could've seen to cause such a reaction.

"Y-y-you-" You stood up abruptly, startling the people behind you. "What?" You barked out, the confusion frustrating you beyond comprehension.

"Y-your soul, it's not there." She calmed down, straightening out her dress as she also got up.

The world stopped turning. You stood there, speechless.

You had never really believed in spirituality but after seeing how she looked at you, a cocktail of sincerity and worry in her eyes, you couldn't help but acknowledge that perhaps, she was right.

something in your gut just told you that she wasn't lying so when she asked you to come with her somewhere more private to speak, you followed.

The grass became mud and the sun was barely visible anymore as you walked deeper under the bridge, each step sending chills over your body.

"I've never seen anything like this in all my years of soul drawing..." she trailed off, analyzing the way your eyes seem to dart everywhere but to her, mouth agape and hands fidgeting. "I don't understand how you are still living."

"Am I supposed to be dead?!" You gasp.

"Yes, but somehow you're still alive. I don't think it was your time yet since there wasn't an energy of death around you but I can't understand how you can be living right now without your soul." She thinks, pacing around in the small space. "I think I've read about this once but I've never thought of it as something possible."

"What did you read?"

"As I said before, I am not sure about this but I know for a fact the only people that have the power to take someone's soul and still keep that individual alive is God, satan- but that would be very unlikely since they leave mortal deaths to the grim reaper." She explained and you felt chills run down your spine.

"T-the grim reaper?" You muttered to yourself, not believing your ears. "What would the grim reaper do with my soul?"

"I have no idea, darling. I don't even know why would he have your soul in possession. You seem like an ordinary human to me. Perhaps, he sees something in you that regular humans don't."

You feel your heart pounding into your chest, ears ringing. You're a hollow shell. You've been stripped from your own soul without your consent. This makes your blood boil.

"Have you been seeing someone often these days?" You snap out of your thoughts, brows creasing, you don't understand the question.

"I'm not dating anyone? Would the reaper be jealous?" You ask, dumbfounded.

The old woman sniggers, shaking her head. "I meant have you been seeing someone unusual around places recently? A person that seems to be popping out of nowhere but never speaks, just remains in the shadows?"

Your breath hitches, knowing exactly who she could've been talking about. "Yes, there has been someone." You croak out, mind racing through your memories.

That man.

The man with the blood-colored hair, nose sharp like an arrow and eyes piercing like knives.

You thought back to the first time you saw him, the first time you encountered that mysteriously handsome man that no one but you seemed to notice.

Three weeks earlier.

“I need to go outside for a sec!” You scream over the booming music, purple neon lights showering the countless bodies in the club.

“what?” Your best friend shouts, briefly stopping her grinding on the stranger behind her to lean in over to you.

You felt nauseous, the sweaty atmosphere and the lack of personal space you received didn't do any good to your frail body and mind.

I should've never agreed to come...

You groan, exasperated since this was the third time you had repeated yourself.

You point over to the back door with your index then point that finger over your chest.

You see the confusion lift itself from her face, leaving bright eyes. She finally understands!

She nods before sending you off with a quick wave.

You drag yourself out of the club, feet are swollen from the heels and legs twitching from the excessive dancing at the start. You're worn out and its only-you dig your phone out of your clutch, its only 1AM.

You can finally breathe again, taking slow steps on the concrete you search for a place to sit that's not littered by trash and cigarette buds.

It’s so hard keeping a steady pace especially when your head feels like it's about to explode. You had definitely drunk or eaten something fishy.

You lean your weight on the brick wall, stopping for a moment when you feel like you're about to pass out.

Your legs give up on you and you feel yourself going down right as timber by Kesha and pitbull starts playing inside the club but to your surprise, arms lace themselves around your waist, pulling you back up only to drop you down much slower and gentler.

Your breath hitches, the sudden skin on skin sensation freighting you to the core and you can't help but let out a small yelp.

The person flinches, caught off guard by your sudden screech.

That's when you lock eyes and you realize just how beautiful this young man is under the blue tinge of the moon.

You take in how deep his eyes are, how cold and dark they seem yet so vibrant at the same time as if they've both experienced the epitome of sadness and joy in their short life.

Somehow you find yourself staring at his lips. Cupid’s bow deep with the color salmon but that wasn't the best part- he had an adorable mole with ridiculously high cheekbones.

The man flushes under your strong gaze before clearing his throat and letting go of you.

He doesn't say a single word when he starts walking away, leaving you confused and thankful.

the dizziness and nausea weren't relevant to your body anymore, you weirdly felt better and just like him, you didn't dare say anything either.

You didn't dare acknowledge the stutter of your chest after locking eyes with that blood haired man.

Three days had passed since you went to the club and you had sworn to yourself to never go again -of course, you knew that you weren't going to keep that promise and that if your best friend ever offered again, you'd surely agree but for now, you wanted to make yourself believe that your clubbing days were over.

The day was about to end and you had spent half of it at work.

You needed to treat yourself so just like any Tuesday evening, you pushed the glass door of the coffee shop.

The scent of caffeine engulfed your nostrils as you entered the shop and spotted your favorite barista.

"Hi, Jimin!" You piped and he quickly smiled your way.

The shop was almost deserted at this hour. Your gaze flickered over the room and lingered on a redhead.

It's that man.

He sat at the very back where they laid out magazines and a boring romcom played on the small tv just above the two leather love seats.

You felt arms wrap themselves around your waist, rapidly making you forget about the redhead that watched you all while sipping his latte. You smiled, slightly uncomfortable because of the sudden embrace but you didn't dare show it to Jimin.

You knew he liked you.

Jungkook, the other barista who worked here and happened to become your friend too, told you how obvious it was and to be honest, you couldn't understand how you didn't notice sooner.

Just the way he looked at you now, crescent eyes bright, shy smile and flushed cheeks said it all. Not to mention how he kept shifting his weight from foot to foot due to his nervousness or the blatant fact that he left his post at the cashier to come speak to you.

Now the only problem was that you weren't sure that the feeling was mutual, unfortunately. He was cute nice and charming but something just couldn't click.

Perhaps, the reason was that you two were just not meant for each other but you couldn't be too sure so turning down his advances was not in your plans for now.

"It's pretty empty in here! That's means you don't have that much work to do." You watched as he smiled sweet and cute. "Yeah there's just the regular man that comes in here to write and that's it."

Your brows creased at that.

You slowly turned your head back to where the redhead sat "I thought I had seen someone-"

He wasn't there anymore.

Your lips part, confusion washing over your mind.

You hadn't even seen him get up? You brush it off, guessing that he left right when Jimin engulfed you in his chest earlier. "So? Aren't you getting me my usual or are you just going to keep slacking off?" You jokingly reprimand Jimin, shooing him back to the counter.

"Comin' right up ma'am!"

You left the shop with the same plans in mind.

Jimin had finally asked you out on a date and you agreed half-heartedly, hoping that with time feelings would come.

You looked both ways before crossing the street. You were heading back home by foot since it was so close. The sun had disappeared within the clouds and the air blew strong through your hair. Goosebumps formed on your skin and you unconsciously rubbed on your forearms. The clouds had become a dark shade of grey and you knew what it meant. It'd rain any second now.

You could just take your usual route to head home and that's what you planned to do until you felt the first drop. Before you knew it, it was pouring and your black knee-length dress now stuck to your skin like glue.

You could just use the shortcut -you felt your heart drop just at the thought of that. How much you dreaded that shortcut.

No, it wasn't notorious for being the favorite place of drug dealers and kidnappers but mostly because it was so dark and no matter how childish and embarrassing it sounds, you're kinda scared of the dark.

No light illuminated the narrow alley and you couldn't help but get extra fidgety and paranoid each time you'd pass in it.

Either you get sick and miss work when you really need the money or you save a good 7 minutes, avoid getting sick but to the cost of walking in the dark.

You can't miss any work days anymore since you have to pay off that one loan shark.

Your life has been slowly crumbling before you. Days getting harder and harder to go by but you were a fighter and giving up wasn't an option even if that meant working your ass off for the rest of your days.

So yeah, let's go with the shortcut.

You entered the alley between your local beauty supply store and the rundown fried chicken joint.

Like you presumed, no lights shined and you felt your blood pressure rising, not being able to see where you were going not to mention how the pouring rain just made everything worse.

You took out your phone from your purse, turning on the flashlight and shined it on the street ahead.

A gasp escaped your throat, hand landing on your heaving chest as your eyes bulged.

There he was again.

This was the third time you saw him in the span of three days and even if you lived in a small town and everyone regularly saw each other, this just wasn't a coincidence and you knew it.

"Who are you?" As much as you wanted to sound confident and fierce, your voice came out as nothing more than a whisper. The gloomy exterior and the mysterious man just sent your paranoia into overdrive.

Could he possibly be a stalker?

You held your breath, observing the way his long black trench coat reflected in the growing water puddles.

A flash of lightning in the distance revealed his expression that shocked you.

You saw it you just a mere second but no doubt about it, he looked surprised. mouth agape and eyes wide the man stared back at you dumbfounded.

lightning struck the ground again and just like all the times before, he had vanished.

You continued telling the woman of how during the next followings days after the alley incident you’d see him but he’d always be too far for you to run to him and how the man with a striking red hair never once spoke a single word to you. She listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

“Dear, from what I've heard about your story, that is the reaper.” She says, hand now soothing your shoulder.

You shake your head in agreement, seeing how that would make perfect sense.

“What do I do now? How do I get my soul back?”

“Legend says that with the help of a drop of your blood, the will in your heart and a red candle the reaper will appear before you. Usually, you’d have to give up your soul the moment you spawn him but since you already don’t have one I don't see where this could go wrong.” She starts taking a step, getting closer to the sunlight.

You glance back and see how the line tripled since you started talking with the old lady and quickly understand that she needs to get back to work.

“Do it at the tick of midnight. The soul is yours so all you need to do is claim it and he will be forced to give it back to you till your actual time of death comes. Only then he will be able to claim it for eternity.” She speaks seriously, hand quickly gripping yours, she looks deep into your eyes before speaking again. “Tomorrow, meet me back here at 7AM.”

You nod and thank her then bow frantically before taking your leave.

Jimin: are you still coming over tonight? I already rented the movie! [9:54pm]

Your phone dings, sound resonating in the narrow space that is your room.

Your heart drops to your stomach when you read the text.

I completely forgot about our movie night!

You were so immersed in the books you rented from the library that the thought of your third date with Jimin just vanished from your brain.

You’d spent hours now locked up in your room looking for anything related to the reaper. So far, you had found nothing. You even tried looking up being able to see a reaper and the only thing that popped up was the very popular kdrama Goblin.

You may have watched one or two episodes but the rest of the time you were looking for answers.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, trying to find a good excuse to tell Jimin.

It physically hurt you to text back Jimin and lie about you being too sick to make it knowing that he was so excited for this night but no way in hell were you going to spawn a reaper in front of his kind soul.

The clock was ticking and soon you’d meet the immortal man who led billions of people to life after death.

Soon you'd meet the man who stole your soul.

[11:57]

You looked at your phone, heart thumping and hands clammy.

The candle was lit and the will of your heart oozed out of your body.

You were scared shitless.

[11.58]

In your trembling left hand, you held a needle, ready to prick away your skin at the tick of midnight.

[11:59]

You gulped, only one minute was left.

[12:00]

You stuck in the needle in your thumb and you watched the blood rush out of your finger and fall into the small flame of the candle.

Instantly, the flame grew 20 times its original size causing you to fall back on the floor in fear of getting burned.

Your eyes were sealed shut, jaw clenched and fist balled.

“Please don’t be scared I won’t hurt you!”

You snapped your head up, finding the wide orbs of the redhead.

He’s right. You have no time to be scared especially when this is the man who stole your soul.

with the help of your four limbs, you rapidly got up.

The flame dimmed and the reaper floated just above it. The sole of his big leather boots barely touched the tip of the fire.

He wore the same trenchcoat you had previously seen him in with a pair of black jeans.

“You.” the steps you took toward the man were assertive as you growled out.

“I don’t care who you are or what great being you are. The only thing I will acknowledge is the fact that you stole my soul.”

His gaze drops to your flooring. “I apologize for that but I can explain-”

“I don’t want an explanation I want my soul back!” You cut him off, livid.

You gasp, caught off guard by your own burst of anger.

“I am a reaper so there's a lot of negative souls around me. The angrier you get the more they feed off of it and take advantage. Please remain calm for your own sake.”He explains, eyes still locked on your floor.

You clear your throat and calm down not wanting to get possessed or something.

You purse your lips, slightly embarrassed “I think I actually want to hear your explanation but first, do you have a name?”

“I can’t tell you my name because I don't know it myself,” he confesses “I will tell the reason why I borrowed your soul and I’ll grant you what many others wanted after finishing a discussion with me.”

“And what would that be?”

“To keep living.”

You think a back to what the old woman told you.

Usually, after spawning and speaking with the reaper, you’d have to give him your soul.

“You can tell me the reason now,” you say, voice laking hostility.

You watch him inhale then exhale.

Reapers breathe?

“You are the reincarnation of my soul mate.”

“w-what?”

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baldtaelovemaze · 6 years

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I’ll be posting two stories shortly! Till death shoots us apart will be slightly late due to the fact that I was busy but it will be up in the following hours ! I just wanted to thank everyone who has shown my stories support! I really appreciate every single note someone leaves! I’ll work hard for you guys!

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Heyyy, when are you gonna update Till death shoots us apart? 😊 I can't wait to read it 💖

The chapter is already written! I just have to edit it and by the end of the day it will be posted! I am currently writing “The prettiest soul” so that took up some of the time I had to complete “till death shoots us apart” but by the end of the day both of theses stories will be up!! I am glad you’re enjoying the story!! 💕💕💕💕

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How I met your step-father (1)

Namjoon X reader

Warnings: harsh language, violence.

Words: 3k

You can’t decide who you love, a lesson learned by the leader of the most famous kpop group at the moment. He saved her from her crumbling marriage because of that’s what friends do right? He bought her a house, was at every doctor appointment and would die for her at any given chance because that’s what friends do…right??

“Gather around children!” The middle-aged man groans, hand on his back to steady himself, he sits on the leather couch who sinks under his weight.

“Who wants to hear a story?”He smiles, eyes darting to the two teenagers seated in front of him. One on the left and the other on the right, both glued to their phones.

The girl whines. “Dad you only tell us one story and you've already told us the story countless times! Can we sit this one out?” She pleads, orbs never leaving her screen.

“Yeah, we're not children anymore, we can’t listen to the same things over and over without getting bored!” The boy grumbled, tongue lapping over his lip, he looks up to his father briefly.

“How dare you call my story boring!” Namjoon exclaims, Index pointed in no particular direction in the air. “If only y/n was here to witness this slander...”He tuts, shaking his head.

Margot and Marlo giggle, both getting up and taking their usual seat just near Namjoon’s bare toes. “fine, we’ll listen but make it quick. I have some anime to catch up on!” Marlo simpers.

“Otaku..” Margot is quick to mock and the boy is even quicker to hit her in the arm.

“I am glad you chose to listen because my next option was to ground you both.” Namjoon chuckles deeply, eyes turning into crescents as wrinkles appear near. “Now shush, it's my time to shine. This is the story of how I met your mother.”

[ 17 Years Ago ]

ding “ i”d like to ask everyone to fasten their seatbelts. The plane will shortly be taking off”

“Dang, broken already? I Just bought these!” the man whines to himself, stuffing back the broken earphones into his grey hoodie pocket.

“Sir, please fasten your seatbelt. The plane will be taking off shortly” He’s startled by the sudden feminine voice at his ear. The flight attendant smiles politely, urging him with the nod of her head to follow the rules she had just given.

“Y-yes, Of course” he grins, digging for the belt at his side.” by the way, do you guys sell earphones on the plane?” he looks up through his laches, dimples caved in, he smiles, hopeful.

“Oh you don't need to pay for them,” she reassures. “ Once we're in the air, we give out headphones to everyone. You’ll be able to connect them to the tv ahead of you,” she explains earning a small smile of embarrassment from Namjoon.

he had forgotten about the headphones they gave on board.

“May I ask if this is your first time flying?”

His brows jump.” No, no no. Far from it, actually.”

“It’s my first time traveling to Africa, though. Perhaps I might be stressed over that fact,” he confesses, knowing that he's lying about the second part.

“Seychelles is a beautiful island, sir. You have nothing to worry about.” She waves him off, “I'll get going now, I hope you will enjoy the flight” She bows, rapidly leaving after Namjoon smiles.

he sinks into his seat, rubbing away his temples.

Lord knows that going to Africa has nothing to do with the level of stress he is experiencing but what can you expect from one of the most powerful men at the moment.

“H-hi, I've seen you from afar and I really didn't want to bother you but I'm such a big fan of yours and this is probably a once in a lifetime chance so could I please have your autograph?”

He's surprised by the sudden appearance of the teen. Eyes sparkling and album clutched tightly into her arms, she’s seconds away from bawling her eyes out.

Namjoon nods, half-heartedly he signs the album.

Never in a million years would he refuse something so simple to one of his fans, knowing that they are the reason why he is living his best life, or so he thinks.

“excuse me miss, could you please go back to your seat? not only is the plane taking off in a couple moments but this man has requested privacy. Just like you, he has chosen first class for a reason.” Another flight attendant, visibly annoyed and impatient reprimands the young one, quickly shooing her back to her seat.

On other days, Namjoon would reassure that everything was okay and that the fan could talk to him as long as they like but today wasn't a day like others.

Today, the smiles weren't genuine.

Today, he wanted to be left alone.

Today, he wanted to forget.

Today, he felt empty.

The hole in his chest seemed to have doubled in size since he received that award just last week.

He left in a rush, telling the others that he just needed some time alone to get inspiration. That was true.

He just left out the part where he wanted to just live as a normal man for three short months.

This was the first vacation he had in months and he felt guilty for not feeling guilty because he chose to spend it alone instead of being surrounded by his family or members.

The man needed time on his own to come to terms certain things.

It was so hard, too hard. He honestly didn't know where to start, how to start.

I Am a lost cause, arent it?

He sighs.

“Please stop, it hurts. I-I didn't mean it I swear-”

“Now you're apologizing? What else are you going to do? Nothing. You think you can just stare at another man like that? Now, where is he to help you?”

Namjoon hears the whispers of a man and the whimpers of a woman. He is far too old to think that what is happening is pleasurable to the both of them.

He turns in his seat, peeking between the leather of the chair.

Two rows behind him he sees the couple and immediately frowns at the sight. How the man buries his nails into the skin of the female’s arms earning a muffled whimper. She tries desperately to take her hand away but her efforts are in vain, he is too strong.

The man pulls up his hand, bringing it up nice and high only to aim it straight for the woman's visage but just before the damage is done, Namjoon grips the man wrist mid-air, fingers tightening around the limb painfully.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Venom drips from his tongue, eyes piercing.

The man looks up, icy blue eyes twist in confusion. "Who the hell are you?" He grumbles, beer-belly tense. "You don't need to know that. However, I bet the authorities would love to know you are." Namjoon smirks, finally letting go of the middle-aged man arm.

The man remains silent.

Namjoon gaze drops to the woman, lips immediately curving into a pout. He's worried.

She's caved into herself, head turned away, she rubs at her bruises.

"Would you perhaps like to come sit with me?" He asks calmly, voice soft as silk, he doesn't want the woman to feel uncomfortable in any way possible.

"Sir, could you please go sit down the plane is ab-"

"I know, I know just give me a moment, please." He cuts off the flight attendant, looking over his shoulder and sending her a glare. She cowers back to her seat.

He turns back, eyes soft as if nothing happened. He pulls out his hand for her to take, quirking an eyebrow up and grinning.

She hesitates, eyes darting to the old man beside her.

"If you leave, you'll regret it!" He glowers, jaw clenching.

"Don't be scared, from now on I'll be there for you." Her eyes find back their way to Namjoon. He looks so sincere, trustworthy and genuine. Something she's been missing in her life these days.

She grabs his hand, pulling herself up from her seat. She doesn't dare to look back when the man shouts her name.

She is too afraid.

She takes her place beside Namjoon, fastening her seatbelt as she watches him do the same.

Namjoon takes the time to steal glances, noticing that she looks about his age, far too young for that man. He also acknowledges her striking beauty. A beauty so unique, he feels his lips part in awe.

He looks back ahead, clearing his throat. "You don't have to tell me about all that happened if you don't want to. I understand if you're feeling uncomfortable." He smiles. "Please, consider staying somewhere different from that man once we land. If you don't have anywhere to go I could gladly book you a room next to mine." He offers, polite.

Her eyes bulge. "No, no no" she's waves her hands dismissively, "I wouldn't want to be a burden. You've done enough for me, sir." She reassures.

"You know, sometimes when you're in need of help and someone offers it to you, take it. I wouldn't have offered if I thought of you as a burden."

She flushes, embarrassed. "Thank you, sir."

"Call me Namjoon." His dimples show when he smiles wide.

"Well, you can call me y/n."

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, y/n." They shake hands.

The sun shines golden on their skin while the wind blows in their hair. Namjoon scans the crowd once they step out of the airport. He smiles when he finds a man waving a large piece of cardboard with "RM" written on.

He grabs y/n wrist, dragging her with him to the car where they both hop in.

Y/n is quiet. Sliding in the back seat, she looks out the window, admiring the cloudless sky and the turquoise sea in the distance. Namjoon talks on the phone and she listens briefly. Quickly understanding that he's just telling a friend that he arrived safely. He does not mention her and she's thankful for that.

The sun starts to set on the horizon when they pull up at the resort. Purple, orange and a tinge of red illuminate the sky and y/n takes a deep breath when she steps out of the car, loving the feeling of having fresh air pumping in her lungs.

She glances up in awe. In front of her stands a fourteen-story hotel, yellow lights all on, she makes her way inside with Namjoon by her side while the workers check their luggage in. Namjoon request to book the room next to his and the staff complies immediately.

He turns back at her, beaming again.

That's all he does.

She showers him in thank you's and he tells her that she can stay here as long as she'd like.

Finally, they go separate ways. The door closes behind her and she's left alone. Alone with her thoughts.

She goes to bed in hopes of finding slumber but to her dismay, all she can feel is his hands.

His rough hands on her body, pinching, touching and grabbing. She hates it. She hates the fact that it feels so real. She hates the fact that she can imagine him again, forcing himself into her. She wants to run once again, he's too strong.

She gets up from the bed, gasping for air when she feels his lips on her throat. She feels disgusting, used and toyed with.

Y/n beelines to the bathroom, taking off her clothes and rushing in the shower. She feels so dirty, so dirty no matter how hard she scrubs.

Why won't the feeling go away? I don't want to feel this anymore, I don't want to! She slides down the bath, posterior flat on the bath floor, she cries silently.

She can't be alone with herself, not tonight. Not when it's all so fresh in her mind, in her body.

Before she knows it, she`s knocking at the neighboring door.

The door opens quicker than she expected, revealing a wide-awake Namjoon who stares back confused. “Is everything okay?” he asks, voice husky. She glances briefly in his room, noticing that the only source of light is the lamp on his nightstand. Next to it lies an empty notebook.

“Am sorry for bothering you so late at night but I just can’t sleep alone in that room. Am not tired enough,” she confesses with a splash of a lie at the end.

“Would you like to go for a walk? I can’t sleep either, honestly.”

“That would be nice yes...”

she can’t express how thankful she feels towards this man, this stranger who treated so well, better than anyone she`s known in her life in the span of 10 hours. Offering to go out for a walk at 1AM with her just because she couldn't sleep, no one had been so kind.

They step out of the hotel.

Its chillier than before, maybe she should've brought a coat? Namjoon doesn't bat an eye at the weather change thanks to his warm grey hoodie. She looks at herself,short-sleeved white shirt paired with black pajama shorts is what she wears.

The concrete beneath their feet is now replaced with sand once they near the beach. y/n shivers and this time Namjoon sees.

He sees how she laces her arms across each other, gathering heat for her small frame.

In an instant, he takes off the sweater. “Here..”

Her eyes are big and her smile is shy when she thanks the man once again.

The sweater engulfs her body in his scent, she can’t help but sniff it, loving how good it smells. Vanilla and cologne, perhaps? She feels tiny in the material. The ends of the garment graze her mid-thighs. Just how tall is this man?

He’s left in a simple white shirt, legs covered with grey joggers.

Their feet leave trails in the sand as they approach the sea. The smell of salt algae soothes their senses.

The sapphire water shines under the rays of the moon. The flow of the waves is consistent and relaxing to the ears.

With a groan, Namjoon plops himself on the floor, bringing his knees to his face he waits for y/n to do the same and she does.

They find themselves in a comfortable silence, each having a staring contest with the sea.

They stay like that for a while till Namjoon breaks the lull.

“So..What is the real reason that you're awake?”

She was taken back by his words, eyes widening briefly.

Namjoon gasp, realizing his mistake, “ I-I didn't mean it I an invasive way. It’s just that I was wondering why weren't you tired since you didn't sleep at all on the pl-”

“Its okay, you're right. No need to explain yourself.” She interrupts Namjoon’s blabbering, flashing him a weak smile as she caves into herself.

“I've had a lot on my mind recently. I feel like nothing has been going my way since the day I was born.” She confesses, barely audible but its okay because Namjoon still hears. The corners of his mouth tug downwards.

“Does this have to do with that man?” He searches for her eyes but she looks straight ahead to the sea.

“That man..” she inhales, voice trembling slightly. “ I was supposed to marry him today in just a couple hours.”

Namjoons eyes bulge, lips parting in shock.

She’s his bride?

“Thanks to you, I had the courage to not do it. To chose for myself.” She doesn't realize that tears are cascading down her face. “All my life, they've always picked for me. what I eat, what I wear, where I go and even the man I marry.I had no pick whatsoever in my life. But that ended today.” She locks her eyes on Namjoon, smiling ear to ear. “What’s the point of living if you're doing everything for others and not yourself? Sometimes, you need to be selfish. You need to think about yourself first.”

That hits Namjoon hard. Its okay to think about yourself.

It’s okay to live your life how you want it.

He blinks, too caught up in his own thoughts to form an appropriate answer but she doesn't mind. Today she wants someone to listen to her problems, to listen to her speak her mind.

“When my mom passed.” she smiles, weak.”My aunt took me in and ever since that my life has been a living hell. She bread me to become the perfect submissive wife in order to give me off to a wealthy businessman. I never once stood up for myself. I was always too afraid or not strong enough.” Namjoon listens quietly, nodding every now and then.

“Because of my lack of strength, things I would rather not discuss happened to me. Things that I am not proud of.”

“whatever it is, it wasn't your fault, You were forced into things and I can’t imagine how hard it must be standing up to your own family,” he reassures, hand stretching out to rub her shoulder.

She smiles at the gesture, finding it comforting.

“Back in the plane, you were the one to give me strength and courage. You were the first one the hold out your hand to me and I had a feeling that it was gonna be a once in a lifetime thing. Now I want to start living as my own person, not a puppet anymore.” She grabs his hand, briefly tightening the grip on it.” thank you for the being the first person who reached out for me.” She says soft, eyes sparkling. He can’t help but stares in awe.

The sincerity evident in her words causes his heart to flutter. At the moment, she was the most beautiful woman he had seen who said the most beautiful things.

She let’s go of his hand, getting back on her feet and stretching out her limbs she lets out a yawn. “ I think I'm finally tired,” she says, honestly. “ We should head to bed now .”

“Y-yeah, we should” Namjoon replies, heart still shook from every word the woman had uttered.

That night, y/n slept peacefully. She no longer felt his hands she no longer felt caged. That night, y/n became a free woman.

That night, Namjoon finally had inspiration. He wrote a full page of lyrics and he also thought about a lot of things. That night, Namjoon found out a that there's a better way to living.

That night, two souls found each other.

That night, two souls were born.

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Till death shoots us apart (2)

Mafia!au

Yoongi X Reader X Hoseok ft. got7

Warnings: mentions of death, illegal things, sex, and violence

Words: 3k

To free herself from her abusive husband she must pay the biggest debt of them all. Murder his rival but what happens if she falls for the man she is supposed to kill?

previous part.

[previously]

Finally, you reached the back door and walked out. The sound of your heels and could be heard tapping the pavement of the Brooklyn streets. Soon after you heard the steps of someone else.

You smirked.

Got him.

Not long after that thought passed your mind, you were pinned to the brick wall by your shoulders. You looked up and came face to face with a panting Yoongi. His raven hair covered his lust filled eyes.

"Just where do you think you're going with that pretty little mouth of yours, missy?" He grumbled from depths of his throat.

You smirked in satisfaction, bottom lip stuck between your teeth, you stood nose high with no Intentions of breaking eye contact.

You observed him. The way he would undress you with just the help of his eyes, the way his chest would rise and fall and most importantly the way his neck would glisten with sweat. Your eyes lingered on his neck for longer than you'd like to admit.

He was indeed, truly attractive.

"Why do you wanna know ?" You cocked your head to the side, exposing your neck in return. You simpered when you saw his brown orbs bounce down to your throat then back to your eyes.

"You think you can just look at me like you did, talk to me like you did and then leave?" He chuckled with a shake of his head. Past his raven hair, his eyes burned holes in yours.

"Who do you think I am?" The sound of his deep voice -so deep it almost sounded like he was growling made you want to press your knees together, anything to create some kind of friction to your core.

That thought alone caught you off guard. How was he making your knees go weak with little to no effort?

Not even Hoseok had managed to get your aroused in such little time in your early stages of dating.

Focus y/n , you can't give in.

Crossing your arms, you switch your weight to your left foot. The night was windy but you knew for a fact that the wind wasn't the only reason goosebumps formed on your skin.

"I don't care about who you are." You ran your tongue over your red painted lips, moisturizing them in the process.

The moon illuminated his visage with a blue tinge. His brows creased and you watched as he sniggered.

"I'll make you scream my name that way you'll care about me till the day you die." He puckered his lips, aiming for yours but with the help of your arms reaching between your two bodies and pushing him off, he missed.

You grabbed him by the collar and leaned in to whisper in his ear, making sure that your lips grazed his earlobe.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not a little whore with no morals. You could of least asked my name, right?"

His breath hitched and the raven-haired man remained silent.

"705 upper James street. That's where I work tomorrow." With that, you let go of him and walked passed him all while swaying your hips seductively. His orbs burned holes through your posterior but you didn't dare look back.

Now all you had to do was hope that the man would show up because if he did I'd be game over for him. You'd have him right where you wanted him. ______ 8AM was the time.

This early in the morning you'd usually still be sleeping alone in your shared bed with Hoseok probably somewhere cheating on you or recovering from his hangover in the living-room but on this windy Monday in Brooklyn, you were changing the diaper of a ten-month-old baby in a rundown daycare.

You always loved children and wanted some of your own one day but when Hoseok grew irresponsible, you quickly abandoned your dreams of motherhood.

This was the perfect fake job to soften the mobster's heart. By now you knew that they were all the same, hard on the outside and very soft on the inside. He had to have a soft spot for babies....right?

After bribing the daycare by paying off their debts, Hoseok had managed to get you this job in less than a day. He knew where you worked but not where you lived and you planned on keeping it that way. No matter how many times the clingy man would beg for you to tell him, you refused.

He would probably show up in the middle of the night -extra drunk and horny, wanting your attention and in all honesty, feeling his fingers on your skin made you want to rip his head off at times. Knowing he had been with multiple other women while in a committed relationship with you disgusted you and made you ask yourself why deep down in your heart you still loved him.

You shook vigorously your head as if that would make all the frustrating thoughts of him fall right out of your mind.

It didn't.

"Y/ n, there's somebody here for you." you faintly heard you coworker shout from the front door.

Your smile grew too wide as you gently picked up the baby from the changing table a put him down where he crawled happily with the rest of the babies. You made your way to the door carefully, making sure not to step on a baby's hand or foot -or just a baby in general.

There he was, leaning on the door. The black coat he wore engulfed his pale body in warmth. No doubt in mind that he was probably hiding a gun somewhere. Perhaps in the back pocket of his ripped denim jean?

He wasn't the tallest of men but his presence was definitely intimidating.

"So y/n is the name, huh ?" He grumbled, still leaned against the doorframe.

You grin, body slightly bent and pressed against the counter waiting for him to get to you.

He finally moves, Steps lazy and slow, he isn't smiling.

"You know ... you're the first girl I had to put this much effort into." he exhales, scratching the back of his neck with his lanky fingers.

"Wow, then I don't want to know what kind of girls you've been with." You grimace. "Letting you fuck without even knowing my name? Pathetic." you prop your elbows on the counter and rest your head in your palms. You glance up through your lashes, playful smile on your lips. "what do you want?"

His brows jump and this time he's pushed back his hair with the help of gel so they're on full display.

"You're literally the one that told me to come here?"

"Nah ah, hold your horses' buddy," You hold out your index just inches away from his nose "I just kinda mentioned you where I worked. I never specifically asked you to come. So I am asking again, what do you want?"

He throws his head back, laughing out loud before regaining his stoic expression. "Wow, this girl..." he tuts "You must truly not know who I am?"

"Yes, and I also don't care ." You pipe, amused. Irritating him must have been the funniest thing you'd seen in a while.

His thin lips would pucker into a pout, he’d sigh or grumble something, he’d look up at the sky just to avoid making eye contact : that was Min Yoongi in a flustered state and you'd only seen little of it but it was a no-brainer that getting him this way was now one of your favorite things.

"Let's see how you'll sass me when your mouth would be filled with my c-"

"HEY!" blood rushes to your cheeks as you dart your eyes around the room to see if any of your coworkers had heard anything from his sinful mouth "First of all, we are in public and second of all, the CHILDREN." You squeak out.

He finally smiles.

"Anyways since you're insisting ..." he extends his arm, looking at his short nails in utter boredom -he had the habit of biting them off when alone. "fine I'll go on a date with you, just because I pity you." His gums showed when he smiled cheekily, loving the way your face morphed in confusion.

You burst out laughing "I know this is probably the first time you've asked a lady out since before you were too busy being a man whore but no need to put words in my mouth, sir."

The corners of his lips can't help but lift themselves into a small grin, eyes taking in how beautiful you look barefaced and pressed against the counter comfortably. "Did you just call me a whore?"

You burst out laughing again.

"Say that again and I won't just be putting words in your mouth-"

You choke on your spit, eyes bulging and once again looking over your shoulder to make sure no one heard. "Hdhshshs STOP WITH THE sexual JOKES mmthanks" you made sure to shout every word but 'sexual' as you grabbed your jacket then his arm and led the both of you out the door.

"W-wait can you just leave work like that ?" Brows furrowed in worry, Yoongi looks over his shoulder, the distance between your two bodies and the daycare continuously increasing with each step you took. "A-ah yes, I was actually just filling in for a coworker but she's arrived now "You lie and grimace over how obvious it sounds that it isn't true but you're quick to change the subject. "Now, what about this date?"

"Quack Quack !" You chased the duck alongside the pond playfully.

You used to do this all the time with your brother before you met Hoseok

"You know, when I said date I wasn't imagining this" he lets out lazily, slouching himself deeper into the park's bench.

You stop mid-track, chest heaving with your hands in your back pockets, you walk over to him.” I haven't known you for more than two days but I can already tell moving or doing anything with your body other than sex of course" you mumbled that last part "isn't your cup of tea " you finish with a sigh.

"You're not completely wrong about that but you're also not completely right "he mutters, hinting at his gangster life he thinks you're oblivious to. The mafia world was truly ruthless when it came to physical stuff. You had to be in good shape in order to fight and defend yourself better which meant he worked either by going to the gym and running on a treadmill or running from bullets in a drug-échange-went-wrong scenario.

You cock your head to the side, acting confused as if you had no idea what he was trying to say. The man smiles briefly. "you know, I think you're the first women I spent this much time without doing anything sexual." He stated a matter of faculty.

"T-thank you ... I guess?" You carefully sit beside him making sure to leave some space between your two bodies.

"Now that I've come to think about it, I don't actually know your name." You lie. Even if you lied you still felt embarrassed about not asking his name sooner-of course you knew it but hello you had a game to play here- your cheeks turn crimson at the thought of you practically scolding him for not asking for your name last night.

He lets out a deep chuckle, a mischievous smile spreads across his visage." I think you should earn the right to know my name" the tension between you two was thick -thicker than his sniper Jungkook ass. You force yourself to not think about the amount of time you spent looking at jungkook back in the club when he’d get up.

But this wasn't a Jungkook story, no it wasn’t.

You were defying Yoongi with your eyes and he was doing the same. You rose a brow and he did the same. You lifted your chin and guess what? He did the same!

You finally broke the eye contact "Wow, you're serious?" A sigh escapes your lips.

"Yep"

This fucking bitch.

"Okay, whatever. Let's go somewhere fun, nameless stranger" You bounce off the seat, quickly intertwining your fingers in his and pulling him up.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach for the first time.

Its so sudden and he can't comprehend the feeling so he gasps for air, thinking that id help somehow and you're quick to turn your head around worried, only to see his cheeks flushed. The weather has considerably dropped so you don't think any further, regaining your consistent steps.

"It's here " you look back, a sly smile on your mouth. You had dragged him here by foot even though he had a car because you insisted that the windy Brooklyn air would aid him, considering what had happened moments before.

Of course, he complained all the way till you arrived in front of a building He looked back at you, eyebrows screwed together in confusion.

"Laser Quest?"

"Laser Quest!" You sang out cheerfully.

The man was a mobster Guns Laser quest equals guns too. But no deaths just fun. The goal of the game was to shoot as many people in order to win.

You knew Yoongi would love this sort of game. You could tell by the way he was smiling after the worker explained the rules of the game to him.

He struggled and you watched him.

Five minutes had passed and the man was still struggling to strap his vest on.

That surprised you

All the bulletproof vests he must have worn yet, he can’t put on a laser quest vest ?? Boi if u don't.

"Suga, come here I'll help you ."

You place yourself in front of the man taller than you by only a few inches.

His eyes bounce up from the tricky straps to you. Gaze immediately hardening. You had just called him by his the name he used underground.

In his mind, you were oblivious to his double life but calling him that proved him wrong You did it on purpose because playing with fire thrilled you. It sent you a wave of adrenaline which pumped into your veins a spread over your body like a sick disease.

Your life depends on the next words you’d choose.

"Since your not telling me your name I thought calling you Suga would be nice. You're pale and your smile is sweet so the name suits you the most " your smile was innocent, tugging on the straps of his vest playfully. You flutter your lashes.

His expression softens but he remains unreadable as he studies your features. You couldn't decipher what he was thinking no matter how hard you tired.

Fuck, why did I say that? What was I thinking? Now out of all-

He pecks you on the lips, catching you off guard, you fling your eyelids open, sucking in a breath.

"Can you please help me with my vest ?" He pipes sweet and innocent.

You don’t budge, too lost in the feeling of his lips on your to even acknowledge that he’d just asked you something.

It was the first man who had kissed you other than Hoseok.

It was small but you still felt it, the peng of guilt in your heart. Perhaps, your body still believes you belong to Hoseok. His touch is the only thing you are truly familiar with. You had to be real with yourself, you might have left that man but it wouldn't be an easy task forgetting the feelings stored deep in your heart that hammered against your chest wildly.

Despite all the emotions you felt for the redhead, it didn't stop the flutter, the adrenaline that rushed in after Yoongi placed his lips on yours.

You cleared your throat almost aggressively "D-don't k-kiss me without my permission" you stuttered, Strapping him up too tightly on purpose. With one final tug, you finished, stepping back and beelining for the door where the game was held behind.

It was better than expected. It was fun. He was fun. When he unsurprisingly won the game, picked you up bridal style and started spinning you around. That was fun. When he smiled at you and thanked you because he was genuinely having a good time... That was adorable. It made your heart stutter. Especially when after winning the game he asked for a kiss on the cheek and just when you were about to kiss him he unexpectedly turned around just in time to collide his lips with yours That was nice...

Snap out of it y/ n! Don't forget why you're here!

Reminded yourself again -you had a feeling you were going to be doing that a lot.

You're here to seduce him. You're just doing this to earn his trust don’t forget it.

In moments like these when your heart would go soft, you thought of your brother. Your sick brother waiting for you to come back for him and run off with him to a better life. That put you right back in your place. The genuine smiles you gave Yoongi earlier would now become fake.

"Now do I have the right to know your name, Suga?" A smile graced his soft features and the little wrinkles near his eyes made this mobster even more adorable. You picked on the extra cheese that fell from your pizza as you waited for an answer.

The restaurant area near the arcade was filled with the laughs of children, teenagers and the frustrated groans of the parents that lost their kids in the crowd.

Lips parted, he was about to speak but he was soon interrupted by the chime of his phone.

He sighed, annoyed when checking the caller iD.

He chose to ignore it, not wanting to spare you his attention longer than he already had. You waved it off, taking about four more bites of your pizza until it had completely disappeared

You were tempted to get up and buy some more but heck you have more important things to do - "Soooo...?" you started losing patience.

"Well-" His phone rung

This time he picked up. "Why are you calling me? Didn't I say this was my day of-" he was cut short by the person on the other side of the line. He listened attentively, nodding and humming every once in a while.

He hung up, standing abruptly from his chair, he sent you an apologetic smile.

"I-i need to go I'm sorry.”He dug into his pocket to retrieve money and soon after slapped two 50 dollar bills on the table “take an uber or something.” he managed to spit out before disappearing into the crowd.

That's how the date ended. He left you at Laser Quest alone and ran off to whatever businesses he had to urgently attend to.

Shortly after, you left too.

The day after, 1PM.

You got out of your shitty Toyota Corolla with a huff, ready for your second day of work. To your luck, you worked the third shift so you slept in this morning.

The little bell chimed as you got into the daycare.

"Y/n!" at the counter stood Yoongi.

Eyes filled with relief, he leaped towards you, lacing your fingers with his.

You stood unfazed, still sour over how the date had ended.

He smiled, tight-lipped. "I've been here since 7am waiting for you. I'm sorry about how I left yesterday. Something urgent came up."

You softened, looking up at his orbs who screamed for forgiveness.

"I needed to see you again" There it was again. The stutter of your chest. The untamed butterflies.

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