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Our Little Love part six - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au
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Warnings - 3.6k words of : Toxic yandere men, sub drop, crime, violence, injury, emotionally abusive behaviour, possessive behaviour, lying and manipulation, monopolising, unhealthy relationships, aftercare ish, love bombing?, Namjoon's dark side is coming out but internally (because we can read his mind but MC can't)
It’s a sting or an ache that rouses you awake, coming from your bruised wrist. You let out a soft gasp of pain, lifting your head to see Yoongi carefully applying cream to the dents the ropes had burned into your perfect skin. 
“Hoseok and his stupid games,” he mutters, full focus on making sure he’s soothing the marks of their punishment, like if the evidence of them went away so would the sadness they inflicted on you as well. It was a stupid naive thought, Yoongi knew it, but your presence in his life filled him with that silly feeling of hope. 
He gently rests your wrist on the bed, searching for the next limb before he notices your eyes on him. They’re blank he notices, void of anything, fuck, they really did a number on you. He couldn’t swallow down the lump of regret lodged in his throat, no he would suffocate on it until you recovered. 
You feel the bed dip beside your head, but it doesn’t pull your gaze away from Yoongi as he pulls your other wrist cautiously away from where you held it against your chest. You feel fingers in your hair, the urge to nuzzle against them almost overwhelming but the memories of their harsh words keeps you still.
“Heaven,” Taehyung's deep voice murmurs loud enough for you to hear as he plays with the strands. “Does it hurt?”
At his words you feel something pierce your middle, a pain that lay dormant until it was called out. A part of him means the sting of Yoongi’s ministriations, another part of him means the hole they carved out of your chest. At first it might seem sadistic, but he needed you to feel it, if you felt empty it would be harder to coax you back, the hurt meant you were still alive, still with them, and not an empty shell they were terrified they pushed you to be. 
He would take your anger, your betrayal, your sadness over the void you presented to them now. Yoongi moves you carefully from your fetal position on the bed, so you’re lying on your back, your eyes meet Taehyung’s as he peers down at you. The position has an itch of anxiety building under your skin, it's too familiar to your punishment even if you aren’t as physically as exposed, but the burn in your extremities from those ropes lulled your brain into believing it was about to happen again. 
You see the frown in his brows as he watches your chest lift and fall too deeply, the look in your eyes like a caged animal looking for a chance to run. It’s when Yoongi takes hold of your ankle you pull away with a small whimper. Both men look at each other for a moment as you swallow down the rising panic. 
“Little love,” Yoongi says, being as reassuring as he can, “I’m not trying to hurt you.”
You inhale like your soul slammed its way back to your body, the corners of your eyes watering. 
“Liar,” you barely manage to whisper, but it's loud enough that it cuts him. He deserved that. The anxiety in your limbs creeps into your chest, seizing your lungs until you’re unable to take a breath. 
The hand in your hair moves to cup your face, his body lying beside you, your hand is on his chest, your insides fighting with the urge to push him away or clutch his shirt and pull him closer.
“Y/n you need to breathe,” Tae instructs against your hair soothingly, taking your hand on his chest in his. The other palm turns your head so you face him, his thumb stroking circles on your cheek. “Breathe with me.”
You want to tell him you can’t, but you try to follow his example, earning yourself a small smile on his face, the hum of danger dampening. You lose yourself to Tae as you both lie together, feeling yourself calm before sleep takes you again. The last thing you feel is soft lips on your temple, but you’re too exhausted to register it.
“How is she doing?” Jin asks Yoongi as he washes his hands, breaking his despondent stare at nothing. 
He just nods in reply, avoiding eye contact. There were only a few times that Yoongi ever felt himself be moved to tears, but the state you were in now shoved him on the brink of a breakdown. And the worst part of it all was that they were responsible. Aftercare, especially after one of Hoseok’s sessions, was vital and they all knew it and yet because they were caught up in their own emotions they let you drop. 
“That bad huh,” Jin laughs humorlessly under his breath, leaning against the door frame as he contemplates his own shortcomings. “Namjoon wasn’t lying when he told her we were the scum of the earth.”
He hangs his head back, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hold all the answers or at least grant him the ability to rewind time back to when you first woke up.
“We weren’t supposed to be scum to her,” Yoongi muttered, turning off the water that scalded his hands red, the pain was good, it felt like he was paying for his mistakes, although it was a small compensation to what he would have to pay. “The rest of the world doesn’t matter, to Y/n we were supposed to be worthy of her.”
“But we’re not,” Jin replies quietly. 
“We didn’t have to prove it,” he bites back, feeling resentment towards Namjoon for bringing it up at all. He understood the need to be accepted, raging red flags and all, but to you they were supposed to be better, you were supposed to be the exception.
“What if she never forgives us,” he whispers his fears to the oldest of them, that tight invisible grip around his throat still present. 
Jin can’t even bring himself to placate him, he can’t, he has the same fears. 
Jimin’s tears crumbled their already broken hearts, but when Jungkook joined in it made them feel a despair they hadn’t felt since the day you left them. 
“It’s going to be fine,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth, unsure of who he was trying to convince when a small voice in the back of his head was calling him a liar. If he could he would shoot the voice dead. “Our relationship isn’t that weak.”
Hoseok watches their leader massage his eyes as though a headache was starting. 
“You need to go see her,” Yoongi says to Namjoon, arms folded, voice empty of emotion. Their fearless head of the crime syndicate had yet to visit you since the fight in the bathroom, Yoongi knew he would eat his words once he did.
“How are we going to fix this?” Hosek groans, patting Jimin’s head as he cried. The maknae was attached to Jimin’s back, both of them on the floor as they sobbed. 
Taehyung had refused to leave your side, the others went in and out but Tae was afraid if he left you you would find a way to escape again, and he couldn’t live through that a second time.  
“We broke her by exposing her,” Namjoon mumbles mostly to himself, thinking out loud, biting the skin of his thumb uncharacteristically nervous. “Made her feel like it was something bad…” made her pull away from us because we didn’t make her feel safe and let her drop. “Need to rebuild trust in the same way,” need to make her feel loved, “reassure her,” hold her but keep her vulnerable so she doesn’t build back up with walls against us. 
His brain works fast, now that the Suho problem was dealt with, he could focus on you until the repercussions of the Captain came. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there would be some sort of retaliation, the Captain didn’t seem the sort to let things go. 
“No more games,” Yoongi breaks his train of thoughts, eyes boring into him before looking at Hoseok too. “No more punishments, she never deserved any of them we were just sadistic fucks looking for an outlet for our own insecurity.”
Namjoon’s fist clenches, unhappy with the tone his usually stoic friend takes, even if his words held some truth. 
“A whole world at our disposal to kick down and we take it out on our little love,” Yoongi scoffs, chuckling in disgust with himself and the others. “We really are scum of the Earth.”
The Captain doesn’t find the ceiling all that interesting, but it’s all he can stare at alone in the hospital wing. He’s not alone in the sense of physically, the hospital staff mill around working on the ward, he’s merely separated by curtains from the other patients, but the noise around him felt like a hum, a buzz in the background. The only visitor he had was the Chief of police telling him to stand down about the syndicate task force and then offering (ordering) him half a years paid leave. 
“Take the time off,” he had said. “Recover,” he patted Suho’s shoulder before muttering, “it’ll do you some good.”
But the captain could see the truth in the Chief’s eyes, a hidden variable that was making him speak through the shadows. Kim Namjoon got to the police, he had his strings attached to every officer like they were his puppets. He only needed the top brass, they would create order and command for him. He wondered what he had on them all, how deep the corruption ran.
It seemed he was cut at the knees in more ways than one, the leader of the crime syndicate really drove that message home. He laughs at himself humourlessly despite the lack of anything funny in sight. One of the nurses giving him a judgmental side eye, wondering to herself whether they gave him too much morphine. 
Suho could still feel the pain tearing through his knee and his hand, albeit dulled by the drugs in his system. The bullet had been lodged into his bone, it required surgery to be pulled out, surgery that was paid for by an anonymous benefactor. The thought of who he suspected as that person made him want to beg to put the bullet back. 
Powerless wasn’t a feeling he was all that common with, even in his darkest days on the force he always felt hope, knew he would see the Sun rise another day. But Kim Namjoon had a way of drowning the Sun, and all her rays of hope. He could only pray that by some miracle, he could pull you out of the waters before your light washed out. 
The scene when you open your eyes is eerily similar to the one before your world flipped upside down, a part of you wanted to believe the hands of time had turned back or at least you woke up in an alternative universe where the fight never happened, but the memories burned through your mind too clearly for anything else to be true. All seven of your walking talking red flags were posted around you in the room, eyes on you albeit much softer than that day, yet for some reason it puts you on edge. 
“Heaven,” Jimin sits on his knees on the bed peering down at you, you notice the telling red rims around his eyes and his nose, was he crying? Why? He tries to cover it with a smile, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons but he couldn’t hide the evidence from you, you knew him too well.
He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips before he mumbles desperately against your skin, his voice breaking, “forgive us.”
Tentatively, as if afraid you were going to break or run away, two arms wrap around your middle, the maknae lying beside you burying his head into you but you can hear the tell tale sniffles. It was rare any of them ever cried, you really must look like a state.
Your head throbs from the continuous cycles of sleep you were putting yourself through, sleep was safe and you were too exhausted to live, let alone deal with the repercussions of your relationship. 
“Jungkook, you’re smothering our dove,” Hoseok sighs, arms folded as he keeps his distance. He wouldn’t say it aloud but since he and Namjoon were the directors of your punishment and subsequently the push into subdrop he was afraid of approaching you.
It wasn’t just your rejection that would break his heart, but if his presence caused a reaction of trauma, more than what you were presenting now, it would crumble him. It took everything in his will power not to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive them, and the man had never begged anyone for anything before. 
Even Namjon kept himself an arm length away, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed, watching you as the others interacted. Soekjin had stood beside you, his fingers massaging your forehead as if he could sense the pain, but your eyes find Namjoon. 
“Did you hurt him?” It was the first time you had seen him and the first words out of your mouth were about that cockroach. He can feel his anger begin to simmer dangerously, his jaw clenches before he releases a self deprecating laugh under his breath. This was cruel even for you, was it a test? Why didn’t you ask him whether he killed him, that he could answer truthfully, the details were a little more complicated. 
“We didn’t kill him,” Hoseok says, his mind flashing back to standing on the roof of the opposite building holding the sniper as it took out the Captain’s leg.
“That’s not what I asked,” you whisper, eyes starting to water again. 
Namjoon glances at Yoongi’s warning stare, the thoughts written clearly on his stone face, enough of proving to you how evil they truly were, the truth didn’t matter, only you did. But yet there was something inside of him urging him to tell you, a sadistic part of him that wanted to break the already cracked dusty rose tinted glasses. Was it so bad of him to want you to love the darkest parts of him? Couldn’t you hear his soul cry out for you to love him despite how bloodstained it was?
“No we didn’t hurt him Love,” he sighs, hanging his head so he wouldn’t have to meet your gaze, his fist clenching the material of his trousers. The lie tasted like coal in his mouth, but he would swallow it down even if it upset his stomach. 
You let out a sound of relief, the weight on your shoulders suddenly disappeared and you could breathe freely again. They actually saw you smile, and the guilt only cemented. 
“Thank you,” you exhale, the feeling of love you were holding back against them now allowed to roam back into your body. There was hope, there was a chance to heal your relationship; they listened to you despite their murderous intent, you were relieved. You were so worried they would kill him anyway despite your plea not to, but this was proof they were willing to work on themselves with you, that you meant something to them more than being their toy.
You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Jimin wipes away your tears, you hadn’t even realised had slipped from the corner of your eyes. 
“Our baby’s so caring,” Jin comments, trying to keep the bite out of his voice and eyes. Your gaze falls on him and he smiles, it’s the most fake thing he’s ever done in front of you but you’d believe it. Seokjin was a mastermind at manipulation, to the point he could paint whatever he wanted on his face regardless of his emotions. Namjoon had debriefed them before you woke up, the objective was to do what they did best, monopolise you back under their spell.
It throws you, the gentle expression on his face, maybe you did wake up in an alternate reality. Jungkook distracts you, pulling you closer against him, his lips on your shoulder, making his way up your neck and cheek slowly. You turn to face him, eyes in a daze, that sweet bunny smile greeting you shyly but your attention is pulled away by another. 
The back of Taehyung’s fingers trace your cheek gently, another smile greeting you when you turn to him on the other side of you, finding him kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He takes notice of your glazed stare, the slow confusion on your face.
“Aren’t you the cutest little love to ever exist,” he coos quietly.
“Our only little love,” Yoongi corrects him.
“Our slice of heaven,” Jimin pipes in.
“The only heaven we’ll ever see,” Namjoon’s deep voice gruffs.
That overwhelming feeling only grew, but it didn’t feel unwanted, you felt cushioned, like you were being lifted or floating on a cloud. Gentle touches, soft words, soothing your soul quiet, letting it rest. But you were unaware a part of you was being buried.
“Our perfect Angel,” Namjoon whispered and for some reason it felt like the final nail in the coffin making you snap back to your senses.
“No,” you sit up to face him, breaking away all the physical touch they had on you. The safe space they had lulled you into with all your defences bare had shattered. “You can’t expect me to accept you for all your flaws if you won’t do the same for me.”
There’s a fight in your eyes that comes alive as you stare him down, but he keeps quiet letting you fill the silence.
“I am not perfect, YOU need to stop pretending I am,” you throw his words back at him, he fucked you with those words and made you accept their cruelty, he would have to offer you the same respite. “I am done with trying to live up to this impossible image you have of me, because every time I break the illusion I can see the disappointment in your faces and it kills me every time.”
“Little love, you are perfect,” Jin sighs, moving to sit in front of you to break the staring match between you and Joon. “All those things you think are flaws are perfect Love, they’re a part of you, of course they’re perfect.”
His thumb strokes your cheek soothingly, trying to will away the fire when it threatened to burn everything they had spent rebuilding in this room with your recovery.
“If we made you feel anything other than perfect dove that’s our fault,” Hoseok admits, “but you already know how bad we are, it’s always our fault, don’t let us fool you otherwise.”
“You don’t get it,” you frown, looking down at your lap. “When you love me like that, it's a burden.”
“Love,” Yoongi calls for you, desperation in his voice, hating that you felt that way at all. “That’s not our intention.”
“Baby,” Jungkook sits up beside you, and you start to feel confined, their bodies like iron bars of a jail, keeping you with them for a life sentence you were beginning to think you deserved. “We love you, we made a mistake, we know that, but our love for you isn’t bad.”
“It’s the one redeemable thing about us Heaven,” Taehyung adds, looking up at you even with your head hanging low, trying to meet your eyes. 
You feel your eyes water, you just ached, wanting to be drowned in their love but protected from their consequences. Last time you took the coward's way out, you ran away, this time you needed to create distance, but still work on the problem without bias, without their love infecting you until you could heal them and yourself.
“I don’t know where to go from here,” you confess, holding back a sob. Your mind starting to win the war it raged against your heart and all it wanted.
Their solemn expressions snap to you, the panic in their eyes piercing you.
“What do you mean, little love?” Jimin says warningly, you sounded like you were wanting to end your relationship but you surely knew better than anyone that it was impossible. They wouldn’t let you go if you tried.
“I think we need to go on a break,” you state, your voice strained from the heavy feeling of wanting to cry in your throat. 
“Absolutely not,” Hoseok shakes his head, nostrils flaring at the suggestion.
“I’m not asking,” you say firmly.
“You don’t get to make that decision little love,” Namjoon’s lips twitch as he stops himself from growling, how dare you even think it. “You’re ours.”
You both stare each other down, neither willing to compromise. 
“I’m mine,” you felt in control again, you hadn’t felt this way for so long, like your soul belonged to you, you weren’t just floating in their desires, you were your own person. 
“We won’t let you leave,” Namjoon retorted, not denying your statement.
“I didn’t say I wanted to leave,” you shake your head, looking at each of them before your gaze returns to the leader of the syndicate, a challenge present in both your stares. “But you don’t get to touch me, or fuck me, or play your games.”
Every one of your new rules hit them like a punch to the gut, a cruel mocking thought passing through the air between them, this was the consequences of their fuck up, and they knew if they wanted to keep you, they would have to listen. 
“One last thing,” you say after a lot of deliberating, a squeeze in your throat trying to stop you getting the words out, a deep frown set between your eyes. “I don’t want you to call me little love anymore.”
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hollyhomburg · 6 months
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Before I Leave You (Pt. 60)
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(sneek peak)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary: Life changes come in many many forms; courting gifts, leaving jobs, and...Murder
Tags: Slow burn getting warmer, Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Trans! Tae, Transphobia, gender thoughts, workplace discrimination, flashbacks, murder, graphic violence blood, suicidal actions
W/c: 11.5k
A/n: ah i'm hoping i'll finish this in time! if not T-T i'll be attending my cousins wedding at the time this is posted so! give me lots of love when you read it cuz i'm so nervous~ i've never been around so many fancy people before. also that photo of hobi? in the moodboard? tell me why it makes my heart FLUTTER!!!
Previous part ~ Masterlist
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Chapter 60: Glass Slippers
Your breath goes just a little bit rapid, just a little, hitching when you think of it.
“Did Jin tell you anything?”
“He didn’t. Although my secretary did inform me that he filled out the paperwork for you.” The air in the therapist’s office is cold. Cold enough that it has you wrapping your sweater sleeves over your knuckles.
Your cheeks heat “My pack they- get a bit- protective.” Your fingers circle your wrist. You’re glad that Hobi convinced you to take one of his sweatshirts. He'd had a strange look on his face while he zipped it up, and you'd had to worry and wonder about it the whole morning. You'd worried more once he texted, just after he must have gotten to work.
“I have kind of a history of self-destructive behavior and I- I kind fell into bad habits a few days ago and blew up. It was all kind of triggered by this like- thing that happened with me and my other packmate.” It’s surprisingly easy to tell the truth.
You’re a right side better than you have been the last few weeks, now. A little bit more present, less foggy. The doctor just looks at her screen and not at you. What is it with her asking questions that make you not want to lie? Why does it feel like you should anyway?
Dr. Rima reads between the lines, what you're trying to say without saying it. “Is there a possibility of you hurting yourself again?” She clicks at the screen a little rapidly.
“No.”
The truth is you have no idea. It seems best to lie in this situation. But you consider it; one of your packmates making the call that you are too much to handle, that you need more help than they can offer. You imagine what it would be like to be in inpatient care. Grippy socks and group therapy and probably observed mealtimes. Maybe Iv's and feeding tubes if it came to that. Away from the pack and away from Yoongi.
He’s just downstairs, but that feels too far. There was no way that he was going to let you do this alone, you wouldn't be surprised if he never left the waiting room.
It’s just a therapy session. The very thing that you once refused. But now that you're here you might as well heal, you might as well work to stop this endless train of brief highs and endless lows. you'll give it a go, why not? What do you have to lose?
And yet, the texts from Hobi remain unanswered:
Ho-🐝 (9:48): Hey, I’m really proud of you.
Ho-🐝 (9:48): I’m really happy I get to be your packmate. In case you ever worry.
Ho-🐝 (9:49): And your best friend too <3
Ho-🐝 (9:51): Just so you knowwww
Coming Saturday September 23rd at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustment Below)
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btsmosphere · 11 months
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Rear View | MYG
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> part of the Highway to You series <
~summary: yoongi can protect you now, even if it may be too late. ~pairing: yoongi x reader ~word count: 833 ~genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mafia!au, friends to lovers (approaching the lovers end👀) ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: violence, past trauma, gang activity, guns
~a/n: so if anything was gonna resurrect me, you know Haegeum was gonna do it😆 this one is a proper drabble (I keep saying it’s a drabble series but all I’ve posted are firmly over 1k or even 2 lol), so there’s some stuff.. hinted. keep an eye out for future stuff to get the full picture! for now, have fun- this is the furthest on in the timeline that I’ve posted so far, it takes place some time after Highway to You remember, I will keep the series masterlist in timeline order rather than order of posting, in case you ever wanna check anything! what I have up atm is fairly spaced out anyway, but hopefully that will evolve👀 enjoy and leave a comment if you do!!💜
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“Hurry up, I don’t know how long I can keep this open. If one of them finds it first…”
Yoongi pounded furiously down the corridor, not needing Jungkook’s encouragement. The shots that had echoed in the building moments ago were not anything he wanted you to face, let alone by yourself in there.
Mercifully, the door was only around the next corner-
He skidded around it, seeing the opening… and a shape lurking against the doorframe. Without slowing his pace, he reached a hand to the holster on his waist. It was only a matter of time before they noticed him anyway, what with his noisy running. And if they thought he was going to stop on his path to get to-
The figure’s head turned wildly towards the approaching footfalls. For a moment, you looked hunted, eyes sharp and alert, but all that fell away as you saw it was Yoongi sprinting straight for you.
It felt as if life flooded his oxygen-starved lungs again as he found you. Barrelling towards you, he came to a clumsy stop, only to grasp your hand. He meant to turn straight away, pull you with him towards escape, but instead he fell towards you, unable to help himself.
For a moment, his flushed face was close to yours, loose hair falling past his temples. His hand caught the doorframe behind you, a panting breath hot over your face, eyes searching.
He didn’t like what he found.
Now was not the time to stop. Swallowing, he finally got his feet working and you readily followed, the two of you tumbling through Jungkook’s escape route that he fed to Yoongi’s earpiece. But Yoongi couldn’t quite chase away that look…
Eerie quiet wrapped around the night outside, no whisper of the spectres who had discovered you.
Luckily bangtan lived up to their bulletproof name.
Still wary, Yoongi kept your hand securely in his as you both crept away, slipping into back streets and weaving a maze with worryingly practised ease. It was never only him who knew how to do this; it was your city too.
The van was a little distance away, but it seemed you weren’t in a hurry to get there.
Together, your momentum had run out, pace slowing the further you got from danger. Eventually, Yoongi rounded a corner and stopped entirely, falling with his back against brick and tugging you to his chest.
Not needing to exchange a word, you pressed your face against him, breathing him in. How could you ever have thought…
Gunshots ringing in the unknown space beyond this flimsy shelter… The sounds that could rip apart a life… A steely look in unapologetic eyes, not sparing another glance from that exit, a breath but a lifetime away-
“You’re alright. Hey.”
Yoongi started murmuring into your hair, but now pulled back a fraction to look down and catch your eyes.
He caught them, held them for a long breath.
“Hey.”
His voice alone was grounding. Low, soothing in its simplicity, the same as always, since forever. It could almost be his old bedroom, just the two of you between covers, and not…
Here.
Or maybe it made the here suddenly bearable. His voice drew you straight back in, where you still rested between his arms, aware of his steady gaze on yours.
Yes, how could you have thought that? Yoongi’s eyes were the opposite of those, forever warm. Yes, you were all right, this was not the same as that night-
“You’re shaking.”
Yoongi’s brows had drawn down into a frown. In response, you swallowed, curling inwards.
“I’m fine.”
Yoongi sucked in a breath.
“I know it’s not the cold. We just ran a bloody marathon.”
“If that was a marathon, I think you ought to get to the gym more often,” you teased lightly.
“Maybe,” he rolled his eyes, but refused to be distracted, “but I mean it. Are you okay?”
This time, you hesitated. Patient as ever, Yoongi simply waited as you chewed your lip, all the time in the world ready to give.
He did, however, bring a thumb up to gently tug your lip from the offending tooth.
He kept it there, steady but without pressure. Enough to make you focus on his earnest and open eyes.
“You know I would never… leave you there, right?”
He didn’t miss your shaky gasp, the parting of the lips he was gently touching. How did he always hit the nail on the head? But then, when were you not able to read him? Being through so much together taught you things about the other that no amount of time would tamp down.
“I know,” you admitted with a sigh, looking down.
Yoongi’s eyes had turned dark, while yours glistened faraway again. He was sure he wouldn’t enjoy knowing whatever you were surely thinking about – but he needed to know. Something was grating at you, and it did the same to him without even needing to know the truth.
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bangtanbora · 2 months
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louder than bombs - snippet (bts mafia)
I may never fully write this, but this snippet needs to see the light of day
Warnings: torture, woman getting beaten up
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She doesn’t know how long she’s been held captive. 
The seconds, minutes and hours have turned into days and there’s no sign of relief or someone coming to get her out of there. She’s been beaten black and blue and she’s pretty sure her arm is broken but the pain is everywhere so it’s hard to tell. 
It’s also even harder to tell who is who anymore. 
At first she could recognise a couple of those who took pleasure in slamming their fists into her face or a kick aimed at her ribs, but now new people were coming in all the time and there seemed to be no sign of it all stopping. 
Where was he? Where were any of them? 
Wasn’t there meant to be a code that if one of them went missing in a day the search party would be out in the streets of Seoul, searching everywhere and everyone. No stone would be left unturned.
But she had been left behind. 
Alone.
There was no use in crying anymore as that seemed to be a trigger for all of them to beat her even more, the torture unending as they tried every trick in the book to get the answer to the question they sorely needed:
Where was Bangtan?
There was another code to keep utterly quiet and say nothing, not without lawyers, not without protection, not without her brother. 
And so she said nothing.
And the more she said nothing, the more they hurt her. 
She stared up at the figure in front of her, her left eye swollen shut but her right one was still open and she could see. Her nose was broken, had lost a couple of teeth in the process and her tongue was hurting from where she had tried not to scream.
“She looks so much like him.”
“That’s because she’s his twin, you idiot.”
The words weren’t sinking in anymore as her brain had completely shut down, trying to keep her sane enough to think of a plan to get the hell out of there. She knew she couldn’t handle much more and that she was hanging on by a thread. 
“Well, let’s make her more like him then.”
The flicker of a knife caught her attention as did the hands on her arms, making her scream out in pain when they held tight on her fractured bones. That didn’t deter them as they held on tighter, someone keeping her head in place.
“Min Inhyeon.”
Her name. That caught her attention.
“One last time - where is your twin?”
She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes watching the knife and she gave her answer by shaking her head.
“Fair enough.”
The knife on her skin above her eyebrow caused her to scream, that thread holding onto her sanity broken just as her skin just as chaos around them reigned. It seemed Bangtan had just arrived; too little, too late.
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marblemoonstones · 6 months
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stiletto 👠
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summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)
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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*
bts x reader
mafia!au 
*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*
sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵 
this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!
word count: ~2.3k
Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 
~ Two days ago
“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 
“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 
“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.
An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.
A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 
I call out, “Come in.” 
Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 
Bangtan. 
“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.
“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 
(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 
I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 
“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.
“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.
“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.
“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 
“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 
Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 
Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 
I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.
~ Present Day
Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 
My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 
My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 
The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)
I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 
It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 
Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 
While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 
I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.
I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 
After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 
There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 
Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.
Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 
“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 
I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…
Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 
“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.
“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“
Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.
“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 
“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.
They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.
“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 
They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 
“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 
I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 
“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.
“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 
I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.
“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 
They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.
Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.
“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.
“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.
I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.
“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“
“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.
“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 
“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”
“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”
I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 
“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.
Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 
“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.
He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.
“Great, so let’s make a deal-“
“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.
“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“
“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.
“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.
“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.
“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 
“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.
“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.
“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.
“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.
Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 
I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 
I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 
I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 
That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 
Perfect. 
Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.
The mafia queen, Y/n.
sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼
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7waystreet · 1 year
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vengeance | ch.1
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synopsis — after losing her innocent lover in a gang war shootout, an unhinged (y/n) sets out on a mission to wreak vengeance while getting entangled in an affair with Taehyung and Jungkook
genre — crime drama, thrill, romance
disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content
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chapter index:
01 | coming soon
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ch.1
"I'm ─ I'm so sorry..."
The words barely whisper out of your mouth, the guilt overbearing at the sight of his body crashing down hard onto the floor in front of you. Right after you've mercilessly pulled the dagger out of his back.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did I fuck up? No. No. No. Hobi. Think about what they did to Hobi. There's no going back now.
Uncontrollable tears begin streaming down your cheeks, your sobs echoing in the empty boba shop as your entire body shudders, your gaze traveling up to the man's name tag on his neatly ironed apron. Park Jimin.
"But why...? Please... Help me..."
He's choking on his words, the pool of blood starting to flood around his body as the fresh wound in his back gushes out, the boy's arm outstretched to you while the life slowly diminishes out of his sparkling eyes. As frigid as your body is in that moment, the grip of the knife against your glove becomes loose in fear, the shiny metal now clinking onto the tile.
An eye for an eye.
Park Jimin looks young, maybe just a couple of years older than you, a boy who could've had a promising future and a long happy life to live. So did you though... but you were stripped of all joy when they ruthlessly took away the most precious person to you. Did Hobi really deserve it?
With nothing else left to lose now, all you wish is for Kim Taehyung to feel the same pain as you, insanely pushing you to commit this heinous crime.
"(y/n)... will you marry me?"
Yes. Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
You had enthusiastically smiled and nodded to Hoseok's question just a couple of months ago, happy tears hanging by the rim of your eyes as he had gotten up off of his knee. He had softly held your hand and slipped the silver diamond ring on your finger while you sniffled, his arms then tightly engulfing you in the warmest of hugs.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Hobi."
He had passionately kissed you right after your confession back, his hands lightly caressing your back as his familiar vanilla scent took over your senses. He had wiped your tears away, both of you beaming at the thought of the upcoming wedding, and then planning your married life together.
"I'm sorry I didn't have time to pick up champagne and your favorite cake, (y/n). I'll be right back! Get ready, we're celebrating tonight!"
I wish I didn't let you leave.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think that would be your last hug and your last kiss as Hoseok had cutely waved goodbye while heading down the stairs, his dimples softening your heart the same even after being together for almost seven years.
"My deepest of condolences for your loss, ma'am. Your boyfriend was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time when a violent gang war emerged outside the shops in that neighborhood─"
"Fiancé... He was my fiancé. He had just proposed, officer."
"My apologies, ma'am. We are continuing to gather proof to incriminate those involved to get you and your fiancé justice."
The police weren't able to do shit though, failing to catch ring leader Kim Taehyung and his gang members as they had sneakily erased all evidence that could be used against them in court to indict them for the shootout. Eye witnesses refusing to testify as a result of being paid off. CCTV footage magically wiped from security camera logs. Guns from the shootout unable to get traced. You had to take matters into your own hands.
The feeling of Hoseok's lips grazing yours still painfully fresh in your mind, you unyieldingly bore into Park Jimin's eyes now as he lets out his last breath, his body completely rigid as it heavily lays at your feet. Still shaking, your lip quivers and your teeth grit as you wipe your nose and wet tears on the sleeve of your black hoodie. Tightly resecuring your black cap on your head, your face hangs low as you turn around and hastily make your way out of there, without once taking a look back.
"Oh, excuse me! Sorry about that!"
You're dead.
The sweet voice of a man apologizing to you greets your ears when you bump into him at the door of the boba shop, a painful rush of panic tightening up every breath left in your body. Avoiding the risk of being identified as you escape the crime scene you yourself had instituted, you don't bother for a second to look up at the man or engage in any conversation with him whatsoever. Brushing past him in a scuffle, your fallen gaze briefly catches a glimpse of a variety of cool tattoos adorning the knuckles and the exposed skin on his right hand before you jog away in a quickening pace.
I hope I never see you again.
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Why did you have to go so soon, Hobi?!
Your desperate tears mix in with the water as you clutch a framed photo of Hoseok against your chest in the shower, your own vomit now getting washed away by the water as you helplessly sprawl down on the cold tile.
"I could fuck you in here all day long."
Overwhelming memories of Hoseok whispering dirty talk to you while you had gotten intimate in the very same showering space begin speeding through your head, right before your mind twists up and Jimin's pale, lifeless face suddenly takes over, making the photo frame drop out of your hands and crash onto the tile. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. You keep hysterically crying while rubbing your palms together, as if the water will wash away your irreversible sin and cleanse you of your demons.
The night isn't even close to being over though.
With the newly applied heavy concealer masking your undereye bags and the rosy makeup enhancing your exhausted looks, you now strut across the strip club with your tray in hand as your late night shift gets started. You'd managed to act your part and secure a job here a month ago, after your weeks long research showed that Kim Taehyung and his gang members frequent this club.
"Take this order of drinks to booth #7, would ya doll?"
You obediently nod your head and flash a quick smile at the bartender, picking up the rather heavy tray of glasses with both hands before making your way over to a dark corner in the back. The tray almost falls out of your hands as you gasp and abruptly stop in your step, a newfound heat rousing through your system when your eyes hone in on the one man you wish to strangle with your bare hands in that very moment.
Kim Taehyung sits back relaxed on the black velvety couch while manspreading at booth #7, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as the stripper in front of him continues giving him an arousing lap dance. He's not allowed to touch her as per club etiquette, so his arms are lazily resting at his sides, an empty glass loose in his left hand. He casually laughs and chats with his friends that are sitting on either side of him while the stripper continues to grind her ass on his crotch, the sick sense of hatred for him rising deeply in your chest as you see him living his life leisurely without a worry in the world.
Not for long. Not when he finds out about Park Jimin.
Your eyes travel to Kim Taehyung's equally haughty friends to pick up on their tells, one of them appearing more tall and buff, with dimples forming on both cheeks as his dancer rubs herself on him. The other one looks smaller and slightly older in age, sporting a visibly gummy smile and a sharp set of cat eyes while his own stripper pleasures him.
Balancing the hefty tray in one hand for a quick second, you quickly pull down the front of your tight black V neck shirt to playfully reveal more of your cleavage, clearly faking a charming smile and a spring in your step as you approach their booth.
"Your single malt whiskey, sir."
You cutely bat your lashes at Taehyung, his wavering attention now getting diverted from the stripper to you as you extend your hand and pass him the filled drink. The smirk is back on his face as his gaze drops down to your open chest, then unashamedly checking out your smooth legs underneath your tiny fitted red skirt while sleazily rolling his tongue in his cheek. You despise this skanky outfit as it turns heads in your direction, but you have no choice but to wear it as a part of your required club uniform.
"You new here?"
Shut the fuck up, you fuck face. I fucking wish I could kill you. Right here. Right now.
"Uh yes, sir... I started about a month ago as a waitress."
"Too bad you're not a dancer. I'd pay premium for you."
You can taste your vomit as it shoots up your throat in an instance, but you somehow force it back down with a struggled gulp, and in a totally unplanned and frazzled response, awkwardly grin at Taehyung. His sharp eyes remain fixed on you without sparing you a blink as you're internally freaking out to control your vacillating temperament, his riveted stare observing your every move while you hand his friends their drinks with your forged smile.
"You can call me over anytime if you need anything else, sir."
"I just might."
Die, you demon.
You see Taehyung's gaze fall down to your ass in that tight little skirt as you smoothly turn around in your heels, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your expressions revolting immediately now that you aren't facing him. Your tense chest eases up in a puff while you let out a low nervous sigh, the smoke infiltrated strip club air scorching your lungs fast, reminding you to breathe even harder.
"Ok Yeonjunie, you know what to do, right? Follow us into the parking lot after we close..."
"... Yup, and rudely misbehave with you. Don't worry, (y/n). I have the bulletproof vest on like we planned. Just make sure not to kill me, won't you?"
"Yeah, I'll aim at your chest so you're saved by the vest, ok?"
"I trust you with my life."
Yeonjun's cheeks flush to a pale pink at his own comment, his longterm boyish crush on you very apparent in the moment as he bashfully peers at the floor and fidgets with his hands. You somewhat feel like shit taking advantage of his feelings for you like this. But isn't that how our unfair world works? 
You still remember the day you had appeared deep in thought while working a shift and completely begun ignoring Yeonjun mid conversation, your mind getting distracted by ideas to hatch a plan in order to get closer to Kim Taehyung and his circle of people. Yeonjun was the one who had gotten overly worried and pressed you for the reason you seemed so anxious, enthusiastically volunteering himself to help in an attempt to get closer to you in the process. See? We all do things for our personal interest. At least that was your way of consoling yourself for this ordeal.
You flicker a consoling smile at Yeonjun, gently placing your palm on his shoulder and lightly rubbing it before you head back out and wait more tables for the final hour of your rounds. The strip club soon reaches closing hours, and as expected, Taehyung smugly throws a thick wad of cash at the strippers before getting up, slightly faltering in his step from the alcohol's intensifying effect as he arrogantly saunters out with his two companions.
Nodding your head at Yeonjun, who's looking back at you with widened eyes full of concerned affection, you finally initiate the highly anticipated scheme by swiftly slipping out and exiting the building. Your stilettos noisily click on the cement as you slowly start walking towards your car in the dark hours of the night, Kim Taehyung and his men shortly in front of you.
"Ayyyy babygirl! Hey, wait up! Hey! Where are you going?!"
Yeonjun's jeers pierce the silence, his voice now unnaturally deeper and brasher as he pretends to drunkenly stumble over to you making a ruckus... full actor mode. The stakes are too fucking high. Don't break now. The fight to hold in your laughter dissipates in a flash though, your heart racing unnaturally fast when you notice Taehyung stop in his step in front of you, right before you turn around and face Yeonjun.
"How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?"
"How can I let you be when you're so fucking hot, baby?"
Yeonjun creeps even closer to you, his shallow breath steaming on your cheeks while his fingers start to graze your exposed thigh, his touch slowly moving up to your waist, but before he can get any further, you loudly smack his hand away in protest.
"Don't you dare touch me!"
"Come on, just one kiss, sweet cheeks."
Yeonjun's arms forcefully curl around your waist and pull you straight into his chest, his lips briskly pressing a quick peck on yours, of course as you both had concocted. He had to seem like a real threat to make the next act of the play believable. This is for the best. Here we go. Pushing Yeonjun away with all your strength right after the kiss, your overactive hands dart into the purse clinging onto your shoulder and scramble for the weapon.
"Get back or I'll shoot you, freak!"
You're secretly praying to God that Taehyung's keenly watching as you whip the revolver out of your purse and unwaveringly point it at Yeonjun, truly like the badass you've blossomed into after the hell on earth the ring leader himself has put you through. A part of you is hopeful though since you haven't heard any cars start or move out of the parking lot yet, meaning Taehyung could still be there lurking behind you in the distance.
"Sweetheart, stop playing around with fake toy guns. Pretty girls like you are meant to play with dicks not─"
Boom. A piercing whip of a crack and you've shot Yeonjun smack in the chest, the strong recall from the gun burning your own palms and hitting you with whiplash, but you stay rooted in your feet. Yeonjun's whole body trembles before he plummets back and slams onto the ground, your ears still painfully ringing from the roaring gunshot you'd just blared off.
A few passing seconds later and the deafening siren of a police car begins echoing nearby, instantly making you turn around so you can bolt over to your car and escape without getting arrested for a fake out. But before you can take any step further, you suddenly feel him grab your wrist, his hold solid yet delicate at the same time, your eyes now gaping up at the back of Taehyung's long wavy black mullet swooshing in the wind as he tugs you to run away with him.
"Quick! Get in! NOW!"
You mindlessly throw your feeble body in the spacious back seat as instructed, Taehyung jumping in right after you and slamming the car door shut with a bang. The tires screech as his black Jaguar SUV speeds away in a breath's worth of time, his friend sitting in the drivers' seat kicking the gas pedal really hard like they're all pros at slipping away from murderous crime scenes.
With your palm on your clenched chest, you try to calm your weakening heart that's about to give out and fail, your stomach churning up in imminent fear as you sit up straight and face Taehyung by your side. He has already caught his breath though and commenced gawking at you from head to toe once again, as if he's really scanning every inch of your soul to judge your worth this time. Taehyung only speaks once he's satisfied feeding off of what you have to visually offer, his raspy voice nothing but a tingling whisper in your ear.
"Fiesty girl, aren't you? You could be of use to me. Hyung, drive us over to the villa."
Victory.
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stylesluxx · 2 years
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you’re hurt – mafia!bts
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[warnings: mentions of blood and dying, fainting, bruises, there's a panic attack, that kind of stuff, and I think there’s a couple of swears]
summary: in which y/n gets hurt | requested!
word count: 2,698
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kim seokjin
To say you weren't feeling well was an understatement. You had been nauseous and lightheaded all day but since you worked sitting down, you were able to push through. You had no choice but to push through. Your department depended on the project you were working on and with evaluations coming up, you really couldn't rest. This project was keeping you up for hours on end, too stressed out to sleep but too tired to do anything productive.
When you arrived home you figured some food would help you feel better. As you cooked alongside Jin, his voice got echoey and you could barely see in front of you.
You felt your heartbeat grow faster and your balance was all out of wack. You were suddenly hot like you had been sitting in a sauna for hours.
You didn't hear Jin calling your name as you fell but you didn't feel the pain of hitting the floor. When you woke up, you were warm but not hot and laying in your bed next to Jin.
His hand was holding yours and when you turned to face him his eyes were already on you.
"Jinnie?" You croaked out, causing him to reach over and get your cup of water off your nightstand.
"Sit up slowly and drink this," He demanded softly. You listened, too scared not to. You barely remembered what happened but you trusted your boyfriend enough to listen without hesitation.
You finished the glass of water and Jin took it away from you and set it on his nightstand.
"What happened?" You asked softly.
"You fainted while we were cooking. I had the doctor come over and check up on you. It was scary, Y/N. You were swaying back and forth and then your eyes rolled back and then you started falling but I caught you. You scared me."
"I'm sorry," You mumbled, eyes getting watery as you turned to avoid looking at him.
"What's going on? I know you didn't sleep much last night or this past week; the doctor said you were exhausted."
"It's just work," You mumbled, already prepared for how Jin was going to react. "I have a big project due and evaluations are coming up."
"You can't let work stress you out this much, Princess. Your boss knows you're the best at what you do, there's nothing left to prove. Don't get me wrong, I love your work ethic, but if it is taking a toll on your health, then you need to quit."
You sighed and nodded your head. "I know. I need to take it easy."
He brushed your tears away before pulling you into his chest.
min yoongi
When Yoongi found your unconscious body sprawled out on the bathroom floor, he immediately called the doctor.
The next thing he did was check your pulse and gently call your name.
Yoongi was usually really good at hiding his emotions but seeing you on the ground unresponsive caused tears he hadn't seen since he was a child to roll down his cheeks.
When you woke up you didn't need to look for Yoongi, he was right next to you like he had been for the past 12 hours.
"What happened?"
"Someone poisoned you, but I promise they'll be dealt with. Where did you eat and who were you with?"
"I was what? Who would do that? Why?"
Your breathing grew frantic at the thought that someone wanted to harm you.
"Hey, hey. Focus on me. I know you're scared but I'm here now," Yoongi assured you and pulled you into his arms. "Just focus on your breathing."
It took a while and a trunk load of tears before you were able to calm down. You were tired and Yoongi's scent was lulling you to sleep.
But before you could close your eyes, Yoongi wanted answers.
"Who were you with, baby?"
"I was with Eun for lunch and your bodyguard Hwan was following us. That's it, but I don't think they'd do anything," You mumbled out, burying your head into his chest.
"I'll find out who did."
jung hoseok
"Love?" You heard Hoseok call you from the bedroom.
You stood in the middle of your shared walk-in closet looking for an outfit to wear for dinner. You were currently wearing just a tank top and underwear, leaving most of your body exposed.
"Yeah, Hobi?" You hummed and walked to the bedroom.
"Okay, tie or no tie?"
"Mmh..." You hummed and tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinking... tie. You always look good in black suits but the tie really puts it over the edge for me."
"I knew you'd say th- what's that?"
"Huh? What's what?" You asked eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
Hoseok walked over, eyes focused on your body after tossing his ties on the bed. "That," He pointed. "Where'd you get that bruise from?"
"Hobi, what bruise?" You asked before looking down at your hip.
The bruise was extremely faint like it was just forming and yet Hoseok was able to notice it almost immediately.
"That bruise."
You frowned and gently rubbed it, wincing in slight pain. "Oh, I think this is from earlier when I was making breakfast and I bumped my hip on the island. I'm okay, Hobi, I promise."
"Please be more careful Y/N-"
"Y/N? Why are you calling me that? My name is Love," You spoke quickly, shocked and somewhat confused.
You often joked that he didn't even like what your real name was since he never called you by it. The last time he called you by your name was your first date. After that, you've been Love.
"Love," He sighed and took your hands into his. "Just be more careful. I thought I was gonna have to kill someone for putting their hands on you."
"You're the only person that touches me," You softly assured him as you slowly leaned into to give him a long and gentle kiss.
He pulled away from you, slightly dazed making you giggle and give him a quick peck.
"Let's keep it that way."
kim namjoon
You never told Namjoon, but a short while after you found out what he did for a living, you started having nightmares.
Instead of that random man in his office bleeding out, it was Namjoon you found. He was coughing up his blood looking around for someone, anyone. He didn't want to die alone and that is the part that devastated you the most.
The dream always ended the same way; you ran over to him and held his bloody body in your arms promising each other you'd never be alone.
You woke up to Namjoon screaming your name and watching him jump out of the bed and rush to your side.
"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked as he scooped you into his arms and held you bridal style.
"My ass hurts," You groaned. "Why is the bed so high up, Joon? Fuck, I feel like I fell off a cliff."
He chuckled at your complaints as he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you in the same position but anchoring you to his lap.
"I'll have someone come to lower the bed later if it's really a concern. Now, what were you dreaming about? It looked like you were trying to run before you fell off the bed."
"I don't wanna talk about it," You mumbled and closed your eyes to avoid his look of disappointment.
He sighed, "What's bothering you Lovebug? We're best friends, we tell each other everything."
"You don't tell me everything," You rebutted with a slight attitude, just wanting to go back to sleep. But you knew Namjoon wasn't going to let this go.
"No, you're right. I don't talk to you about work. But everything else, you know."
You were silent for a moment because you knew he was right. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that part of his life.
But that's also why you didn't want to tell him. He kept so much bottled in because he doesn't want you to see that side of him yet you still have nightmares. His hard work was for nothing it seemed.
"Lovebug."
"I don't want you to die alone, Joon," You confessed, tears immediately rushing out of your eyes.
"Y/N, what? Where is this coming from?" He asked, his voice holding concern and you felt it as he held on to your shaking body tightly.
"I've been having dreams about you. Remember when I saw that guy in your office? In my dream, it's you and-and." You take a break from speaking to let out a sob and wipe at your runny nose. "And you're looking around for someone and you always look so relieved to see me when I come but what if that happens and I'm not there? I don't want you to die, Namjoon but I... I really don't want you to die alone. I'm so scared," You finally confessed.
"I'm scared to leave you alone, too, Y/N. That's why I'm always trying my hardest to make it home to you. I can't promise I'll always make it back but I promise I won't be alone. Wherever I am, the boys follow; I'm never alone. And you see that chain over there?"
He jutted his jaw in the direction of the dresser, his chain laying on top. It was a thick gold chain with a circular pendant that had a picture of you smiling, surrounded by all the flowers he bought for your first anniversary.
You nodded before turning back to face him, tears still running down your face but you're not sobbing anymore.
"It's always on under my shirts. You're always with me Y/N. There's not a day that goes by that you're not with me. Do you understand?"
You quickly nodded and stuck your face in his chest, needing his warmth, his comfort.
"I promise to always try to make it back to you."
park jimin
"Shit!"
"Y/N?" Jimin yelled, rushing from the living room to the hallway.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," You groaned and held your pounding head.
He sighed and took your hand off of your forehead. "No, you're not. Your phone is broken on the floor and you're holding your head. What did you do? That big bang was you walking into the wall?"
"Yeah," You mumbled and looked up at him, embarrassed. "My head is pounding, I can feel it in my eyes Minie."
"Go, sit on the couch," He shook his head and guided you into the living room. "Gonna get you some ice and call the doctor over to make sure you don't have a concussion."
You nodded and sat down on the couch with his help before he walked off to the kitchen.
He was back within a few minutes, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel. "Here, lean against me." He sat with his back leaning on the arm of the couch, feet up, and pulled you between his legs. He kept the ice on your forehead and let you lean against his chest. "The doctor's coming, okay?"
"Okay, thank you. 'M sorry for worrying you, Jiminie."
"You just need to be more careful, Lover."
"I will, I promise."
kim taehyung
"You look... gorgeous. I really can't explain how amazing you look with words. You're perfect, Sweets," Taehyung expressed passionately as he saw you walk out of the closet.
"Taehyung," You whined shyly and your whole body started to heat up because of his compliments.
It was your weekly date night and Taehyung wanted to take you to some super fancy restaurant. It was so fancy, you never even heard of it until today.
You were wearing a red silk dress that had a leg slit cut to your hip. The spaghetti straps rested on your shoulders and led to a deep v-cut that showed more than enough cleavage. You paired the dress with black heels and a silver bracelet and earrings.
"It's true. I'd never lie to you," He smiled and took your hands to pull you close to him.
"I know. Thank you, Tae. You look very handsome in your suit. I love simple suits on you."
"That's why I wore it. Can't go wrong with a classic black suit and tie."
Dinner went swimmingly and you loved nothing more than to spend time with Taehyung but you couldn't wait to get back home. Your heels were killing you but you refused to walk barefoot. Tae offered to carry you but he just ate and you didn't want him to overwork his body.
The brick walkway to the house was uneven but you never imagined you'd sprain your ankle walking on it.
"I knew I should've carried you. Fuck, let's go to the hospital," Taehyung sighed and instantly picked you up, not allowing any arguments.
"Tae, I just lost my footing, I think I'm fine-"
"You yelled out in pain, Y/N. You are not fine. And look at your face, it's scrunched up like when you're cramping. We're going to the hospital. Or at least let our doctor come check you out."
"Okay okay, I just want to be home. I'm already uncomfortable as it is, I don't wanna go to the hospital."
"Okay, Sweets, I'll call him. And then I'm calling to have that pathway smoothed down immediately."
"Tae there's no-"
He shot you a look making you shut up and giggle at his overprotectiveness.
"Anything that hurts you, will be dealt with. Got it?"
"Got it."
jeon jungkook
Jungkook loved homemade meals and he loved your cooking. So every Saturday you made him breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. Of course with the help of his best buddy, Yeonjun.
You and Jungkook worked out a deal with your sister that you two would pick him up Friday after school and he'd sleep over until Saturday night. This came about after Yeonjun claimed to feel neglected by Jungkook and yourself after you began dating and spending more time with your boyfriend.
"Okay Yeonjun, let me cut the carrots, I don't want you to get hurt," You said softly and grabbed a knife from the drawer.
You began cutting the carrots and other vegetables you were adding to the gimbap, humming quietly to yourself.
"How come you rushed me to bed when Jungkook came home last night? And why were his clothes covered in blood?"
"Ouch!" You yelped and dropped the knife in your hand.
"Are you okay? Jungkook!"
Yeonjun ran from the kitchen and into Jungkook's gaming room. He was quick to drag your boyfriend to the kitchen where they both started to freak out over your bloody finger.
"I'm okay, you guys. I just sliced my finger, I didn't chop it off," You spoke calmly, trying to get the both of them to calm down. "Kook, meet me in the bathroom with the first aid kit. Yeonjun, go watch tv in the living room with Bam."
Jungkook left immediately, figuring you knew what was best. But Yeonjun was stubborn, hesitating to leave your side.
"I want to go with you," He tried to argue after looking at your bloody pointer finger.
You quickly covered it with your other hand and shook your head. "No, I'm okay. Kook and I are just gonna clean it and put a bandaid on it. I'm okay, I promise. Go hang out with Bam until we're done."
He slowly nodded before running off to the living room, allowing you to sigh a breath of relief.
You quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door behind you.
"What happened?" Jungkook asked as you sat on the lid of the toilet.
As your boyfriend cleaned you up, you explained everything that happened and how Yeonjun's questions took you by surprise and you lose focus.
"If you're coming home all bloody or beat up, just call me ahead of time if Yeonjun is here. I don't want him to see you like that. Okay?"
"Okay, Lovey, I promise," He nodded and wrapped your finger in a bandaid and gave it a soft kiss.
"Thank you."
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moon-child-cypher · 9 months
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Chapter 1 : ON
 BTS OT7 , OT7xYN , NamjoonxYN, SeokjinxYN, YoongixYN, HoseokxYN, TaehyungxYN, JiminxYN, JungkookxYN
TW: Mental illness, psychosis, depression, body dysmorphia, past bullying, casual sex, loss of relationship, violence, talk of weapons, blood
   As the leader of Bangtan , Namjoon felt the weight of his responsibilities to bangtan and he had felt it worse since you left. In a way, he was happy he had to focus on the others' well being . Somedays when his responsibilities felt heavier than others, he could lose himself in Bangtan and, for a moment, it would feel like things were how they were before everything fell apart. One thing he couldnt deny was that heartbreak had been an amazing motivator. Throwing themselves into their work Bangtan had gone from a small group of friends who knew how to get things done, to a feared syndicate with complex connections and a massive income.  Namjoon could sometimes convince himself that it hadnt been for you, it hadnt been so if he ever saw you again you would be so impressed that you couldnt say no to him. Couldnt say no to his brothers.
 Nothing prepared him for the day you showed up in their lives again. The usually composed Namjoon was a mess with you in the same room. He had walked into the boardroom for a financial meeting, one that would help secure their place as the underground kings of Seoul, and found you right away. You were sitting amongst the attendees, as though you being there was of no major circumstance. Sitting attentively as though you could just show up and be another name in a long list of faces . Feeling his stare you , nervously met his eyes, and he felt like his heart stopped beating. It was you, really you. Yes, in five years something about you had changed , but in that moment he would have done anything for you and you knew it. He had almost forgotten the rest of Bangtans appearance until he heard them shuffling in behind him and he began to panic. He swore he fell in love with you more when your eyes softened in understanding at his sudden panic. Of course he still seemed cool and collected on the surface, but you knew better.
Yoongi had spent his life hiding his feelings, except for with you. Always cool and collected, thats what got him this far in life and Bangtan. When others were motivated by emotion, and ethics, Yoongi was cold facts and logic. You had seen through thst though. You always told him that when you looked in his eyes , you saw a deep pool of emotions that you wanted to drown in. He had showed you affection to the best of his abilities and you had seen them for what they were and on a rare occasion held him while he wept. Not wanting to talk about it, not wanting an explanation, just offering absolute understanding. He went numb after you left, it wasnt safe to feel those emotions, the world would burn and he had been having enough trouble keeping Hoseok under control. He never gave up hope that you would return , though. Worked relentlessly to build an empire with Bangtan hoping that one day when youd come back you would join them again. Everything he did was for you and Bangtan knew that, they didnt stop him because they felt the same. He wondered sometimes, if their loss of you, was the only thing they had in common anymore. Not that it mattered, since it had been working well for  them.    Today he was grumpy. He had been up all night going over blueprint after blueprint and was still expected to attend the meeting. Pretty useless, as all the paperwork would end up on him and Namjoons desk to go over , this meeting could have definitely been an email. He kept his eyes trained on the back on Namjoons head and followed him into the room where he would be bored to death for whatever duration it took, but Namjoon seemed eager to leave as well and he took that as a good sign. Hoseoks sudden tense on walking the room sent Yoongi immediately on alert. He has a moment to wonder to himself if Hoseok or their business  partners would be a bigger threat before he locked eyes with you , and before he could fully register that it was you he felt like he was drowning.
 Hoseok had in his own way taken your absence the hardest. Growing up his life had been spent in one mental hospital or another. His craving for violence , his paranoia were enough for his parents to abandon him as a ward of the state at 15, in the end he had aged out of these homes and met Namjoon, who saw a use in his unique set of skills and outlook on the world. Beginning only as Namjoons body guard , he now was in control of a small army with a special gift for violence who knew how to get things done and Hoseok had found happiness, but he found contentment when you walked into their lives. It was almost as though your presence had made all the voices go silent.  As if all the voices were in absolute awe of your presence and didnt dare speak unless spoken too. You were the first one to make him feel human in his whole life. You had said that he had an adaptation to his reality, not a malfunction , and that he was still worthy of love and respect like any human. Up until you the only respect he had experienced was at the cost of his bloodlust. His fellow Bangtan members loved him, of course, but they still saw him for what the rest of the world saw and always had a trace of fear behind their eyes. Not you though.
  When you had left he had seen to it that the world would burn. Every person who betrayed Bangtan, every time someone crossed his path, was paying for your absence. Part of him was punishing the world because he couldnt punish you, not that he would any ways. He was unstoppable because what could hurt more than you abandoning him, right? Nothing scarier than a man who isnt afraid of dying and more often than not Hoseok had hoped he would make one wrong move, that someone would finally stop his reign of terror, because the voices would stop . They talked about you a lot, they also talked about his Bangtan family. The voices told him that they could see right through him, and it made sense because they never made a move to stop him. He did sometimes wonder what you would think of him now. He knew youd be scared of him , of who he had become, but he would silently remind himself that he did it for YOU.
  The voices had been particularly annoying today. He was itching to get on the field, do what he did best, but instead he had to attend a board meeting with Namjoon as his protection and a founding member of Bangtan. He just had to make it through this meeting and he would be left to his own devices, he expected a particularly trigger happy evening for him and his army. He walked behind Namjoon taking in every detail, every possible security threat. There was a heavier defense sytem in this building , he noted, if things went wrong Hoseok would have the chance to take out his frustrations in order for them to  escape. Namjoon stopped just inside the doorway and froze, sending Hoseok into attack moden for a moment. Was Namjoon hit? Was there danger in the room? After taking a quick glance at Namjoon seing no obvious injuries, he scanned the room. That's when he locked eyes with someone and the voices stopped.
 To anyone who knew anything about Bangtan, Jin was the glue that held them together. In a group of unloved boys who came together to build this life together, Jin offered a quiet understanding and a warm  home.  You had said that he served as such a master manipulator for Bangtan because he had an unbiased, deep understanding of people,even strangers. You can't use peoples thoughts and emotions against them unless you truly understand what motivates them, you had said. He believed you because that is what you had always offered him just that. From your small nods and warm smile after a tough mission, or taking the role as caretaker of Bangtan when he felt his exhaustion deep in his bones. He hadnt connected with anyone on any level since you left. Why bother? He was a master of being ingenuine, even attempting to open up to someone he wouldnt know what to believe what he was really feeling. But you, you understood with just a look and that's what he needed. Surprisingly his lack of his own emotion helped him even further understand others emotions. He was a blank slate and he was a projection of those around him.
That was why it was important he attended this meeting. Namjoon needed to know if they had any ulterior motives, if they were trying to trick them into losing money. What Namjoon and the others had never said is this one just one more step to giving you the life you deserved when you returned. He felt the shift as soon as they entered the room and automatically began to assess the situation and then he was looking at you as he was hit with guilt, surprise, hurt and most of all, love.
Taehyung had been dfferent his whole life. From the time he was old enough to play with the kids at the park they bullied him, knowing he wasnt quite like them so he must be weak, right? Wrong. He grew up to be devilishly handsome and with that his odd tendencies were labelled cute quirks. His past still shaped him , though. Seeing the cruelty of people, even at such a young age he recognized it was human nature. Taehyung felt emotions deeply, maybe too deeply, but it served him well as the secret keeper of Bangtan. See , anyone and everyone loves to talk, especially about themselves. All he had to do was flash a smile and lend an ear and a few careful questions and people were ready to tell him everything. It all went straight to Namjoon of course , and he mosty stuck to the shadows, only making public appearances with Bangtan when necessary. His charm never worked on you. You had told him he was beautiful , and that there was something about him that made it easy to open up to him. But you were naturally a genuine person, especially with him. 
When others blew off his personality, the way he dressed, and his words, you looked at him like he was a piece of art. You once told him a day with him did more for the heart and mind than any art ever could. He had scoffed at that , because, how could any piece of art, any piece of music, any natural wonder measure up to you? Their love had been like something out of an old movie. Slow dancing to old jazz records in his room, reading to eachother poems that only conveyed a fraction of the love that they had felt for eachother. 
When you had left, Taehyung had disappeared back into his shell. There's only so many side eyes and remarks one can make before it wears away at oneself. He still found himself saving songs from old vinyls and poems ripped from books for you to enjoy when you came back. Outwardly, to anyone who didnt know better, Taehyung had become cold. While in the past he used warmth, and flirting to get people to talk, he now opted for intimidation and cruelty. He had become the bully and you would have hated that for him. 
He hadnt wanted to go to this meeting, even before he saw Bangtan eye his green suit up and down. He didnt need them to be picking him apart, that was his job, and his patience was low today. Walking along with his brothers he kept himself amused by humming a jazz song he had discovered on a vinyl he had found in the back of some vintage store or another. It was soft and bright, like you, but inside he felt deep and sorrowful . The sudden stop off Hoseok had him bumping into him and jumping back. He could feel Hoseok itching for combat and it was putting Taehyung at unease , he didnt want to be the target of Hoseoks rage today. Taehyng quickly looked around to see what would cause Hoseok to be so careless, who was going to be the subject of his wrath and then he saw you. Like the greatest treasure at any museum, like the grandest orchestra , there you were.
 If lust had a physical embodiment, it would be Jimin. He  just oozes sex to men and women alike , and knew how to use it to get what he wanted. Jimin always had a taste for the finer things in life, always wanting more. When he had met Namjoon he had already been living a gluttoous lifestyle, but Namjoon made him realize he had a talent that could be utilized for something bigger, greater. Whole empires have been brought down because of sex, and Jimin wanted to build an empire on it. While he had grown soft and affectionate towards his members over the years, others would describe his gaze as hawk-like, like a predator zooming in on ikts prey. YN had never seen that, she saw right through him. To late nights hiding under the covers, memorizing every curve and imperfection of eachothers bodies you were the first actually intimacy he had ever experience. He thought arousal had equated intimacy until you, how a single peck on the forehead could leave him powerless to you.
When you left Jimin had tried to convince himself that his long list of high profile one night stands were for work, but he eventually had to face the music and realize it was intimacy he was craving. Taehyung, as odd as he was, seemed to understand this, and would quietly hold his hand or grab his thigh affectionately under the table when he could. This didnt help, he appreciated it, but it just made him feel like he was more alone. A steady sex life had proven to be very lucrative to Bangtan, but he felt so alone.
Jimin had left a lover in his bed that morning to join the boys at a meeting. Jimin felt the need to complain, to hide his relief that he wouldnt have to see the stranger off, someone else could take care of that. As they walked in the building, immediately a group of secretaries were whispering behind their hands about him and he flashe them his most seductive style. Just like that he had them, he would have to remember their faces for when they were done with the meeting. He couldnt resist himself and flashed a smile at an especially flustered man in a three piece suit. Jimin had him right where he wanted him and it wasn too easy. Jimin strutted into the room thinking about all the possibilities with these coworkers but his steps failed him and his cockiness left him as he saw you. Then, with one quick moment of eyecontact, he knew you couldnt leave because you were all he ever needed.
Jungkook hated his smile, his bunny teeth making him look even younger than he already was, and as the youngest he didnt need to be reminded of that. You had loved his smile , which worked out well because you were the major source of it. Jungkook knew his weapons, he had turned his body into his biggest weapon with an unhealthy excercise routine but the most deadly weapon in his world was your laugh. Jungkook  never had a great body image, you later suggested body dysmorphia, and you were the only one he believed ever liked his body. He couldnt look in the mirror and see what everyone else saw. That's why when you left he became obsessed with perfecting himself as a weapon. The burn and exhaustion gives him something to focus on instead of your laughter. At first the memory of your laugh was the only comfort he found, then in his mind it became mocking, telling him he was worthless. That was bad but not as bad as when he forgot what it sounded like all together. You never treated him as the baby of the group but as an equal and he almost believed it. You two were a sanctuary from the reality of thet lifestyle, laughing until your stomachs hurt and sharing memories of his hyungs and sharing the secret knowledge that all of them were secretly the  most amazing generous people you  knew. But now he was just the baby again, talked down on,not respected , no matter how much he worked out and built his strength.
This morning he had a moment in front of the mirror and thought of what you would think of him now, what would you think of the empty shells Bangtan had become? None of it mattered without you here, and why do they keep pretending that it did? Jungkook was the last one to enter the room. This was related to a shipment of weapons and that was his line for bangtan, but one of his hyungs could have taken care of it , he felt particularly ugly today but straightened his back, and walked in. Immediately he noticed his hyungs freeze and was alarmed by such an intense set of emotions that these usually well composed men were feeling and so he followed their gaze and there you were. He felt himself deflate, and relaxed his stance when your eyes met and couldnt help but smile the first genuine, full bunny teeth smile that he had in years.
 You knew logically that they were going to be there, of course they had to be there, but nothing had prepared you for this. They had betrayed you, you shouldnt have any more emotional connection to them, you owed them nothing, but then why was this so hard? You had left Bangtan and started a new profession in a new place the honest way, but years of living with bangtan you could no longer afford your lifestyle on an honest job salary so that's how you ended up in weapons deals. You purposely didnt keep track of the boys, as they hurt too much to think about. Youre only clue of just how big and successful they had gotten recently when you had been informed about your purpose foe this meeting . Your boss had taken your hesitance as concern about getting involved with Bagtan and reassured you that your name would not be connected to them on paper but he had no idea how connected you already were to them. They would know now from the way the seven boys honed on you and were now staring at you. You had tried to blend in the crowd of seats but that had been unsuccessful. The worst part of it all is as soon as she saw them she felt the pain of being in love with these men all over again.
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bangtannies-stories · 5 months
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Kingpin - Teaser
MafiaBoss!KimSeokjin
Warnings: Aged Up Jin, Aged Up Namjoon, subtle yandere Jin, kidnapping, implied murder, Namjoon is a dick in this and also low-key the bad guy which sucks but this world needs more Namjoon villain roles am I right, if I think of anything else as I write the story I'll write it in the warnings of future chapters
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Kim Seokjin.
37 Years of age.
The head of the biggest crime syndicate in South Korea.
He had everything. Money, power, allies. You name it. Except for one.
He didn't have someone to share it with. It was never a problem with Jin until his friend invites him to a wedding and he sees how happy they are.
And then he spotted her at the ceremony.
Her name?
Jang Soomin.
He had to have her. For he was Kim Seokjin.
And what the kingpin wants, the kingpin gets.
Coming Soon.
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acopenhagenarmy · 6 months
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THE ACADEMY - CHAPTER 1
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Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader  Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa
Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 
Word count: 5k ish
Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 
Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 
NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF MY HEART RUNS TO YOU
-> NEXT CHAPTER
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Harder!” he yelled at you as you once again kicked the punching bag he so desperately tried to keep steady. The sweat was trailing down the sides of your face as tears, as you did your best to keep your breathing under control. It was hard, and he knew just how to work your body to the breaking point.
But then again if anyone could it was him, after all you’ve known each other your entire lives. And you’d been kicking his ass ever since the two of you shared your mother’s womb.
The hall where you and your brother spent every early morning was large. A boxing ring was located in the middle surrounded by different machines and equipment, there to make sure everyone was in the best form of their life. Because at some point all of you would need to run from death, or maybe even fight it. 
A door opened at the top of a flight of stairs and through it walked your brother’s best friend and right-hand man, Jeon Jungkook. Walked might be the wrong word though, if you looked closely it almost looked like he danced down the stairs. 
When he reached the bottom, he spread his long arms and yelled: “Oh, my sweet, sweet Parks! Where have you been all morning?” Both you and Jimin looked confused at each other as your workout came to a halt. 
Jimin slowly let go of the bag, as you once again stood up straight, both of you leaving the workout for a few moments as you tried to decipher just what made your friend this excited at 5:30 am.
You loosened your boxing gloves and threw them aside, revealing the tiger stripes that twisted around your left wrist and ended right below your elbow. In the meantime, Jimin had located a water bottle and threw it your way as you stepped forward towards Jungkook.
As you caught the bottle and opened it you smiled at the giant man before you and said: “Why are you yelling like a maniac Kook? And you better have a good reason to disturb our morning workout.”
You took a big gulp of water as Jimin walked towards the two of you. He shook his head at Jungkook, as he once again started to dance in front of you. 
“Boy, you are completely insane” Jimin spoke as he looked at the man that now resembled a bunny more than a human. He looked at you afterwards, and all you did was raise a brow at your twin, because to be honest what was he expecting. All Jungkook did was grin and send a sweet smile towards the two of you. One of those that made his nose scrunch.
“Well my dearest friends… I come with a message; bitches we got in!” Out of his back pocket he pulled a black paper where the word academy was etched into it in gold, and above the words was a cold circle.
You dropped the water, not minding it spilling all over the floor, and pulled the paper out of Jungkook’s hands as you flipped it and started to read. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin’s excited face as he started to jump, scream and dance with his friend. You could feel your heart stop and your lungs failing as you read over the golden words.
Dear Mr. Park.
We are pleased to inform you that Y/N Park, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon and Hoseok ‘J-hope’ Jung all have been accepted into the academy. Their classes will begin in exactly three days from now at the Puck Building in New York City. Each of your trainees must bring two suitcases of personal belongings and only one weapon, so choose wisely.
See you soon
You were in complete and utter shock. The academy was the dream, only the best trainees and children of the most feared mobsters in the world got to go there. It was an honor and a privilege, it was the place where lifelong alliances were built, and enemies were created.
Both you and the boys had never really doubted that you would get in, after all you were one of the largest mafias in all of Asia. But now the day was finally here, the dream had come true.
You took the letter and gave it back to the two boys before you ran up the stairs to get out of the practice room. You needed to talk to Hoseok, and you needed to talk to your dad.
There was no doubt in your mind that Jungkook had stolen the letter from your father’s office. But then again if you had been the one to spot the black and gold envelope, there was no way in hell you would have waited until nightfall to get the news.
It had been a tradition in your family, that the leader would host a dinner to celebrate the young men and women who had been accepted into the school. But the four of you were the best assassins, spies and most skilled in combat your gang had seen in generations. So, there was no way in hell tradition was gonna hold down the criminals inside you all.
You ran down the hall from the gym as quickly as your feet could carry you until you stumbled through the door to Hoseok’s room. Inside you found him splayed out in bed, in the arms of this week’s bimbo as Jimin called them. But then again who wouldn’t love to lay beside the legendary assassin J-hope?
You didn’t care if he had another woman in bed, you didn’t care that the two of them were most likely naked. All you cared about was sharing the best news of both of your lives with your partner in crime. So you jumped down in bed between the two of them, waking both of them up by the sudden need of air in their lungs.
You heard a yell from the women beside you as she rolled out of the bed and landed with a loud bang on the floor. All Hoseok did was grunt annoyed at you, before he pulled you close to him, inhaling the smell of your hair in the process.
“Why are you waking me up at this hour, you know I work late?” He was known for being a grumpy ass in the morning, and today was no exception. “And why the hell do you come into my bed and disturb my sleep, smelling like this?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and his filled with disgust.
“Jesus Hobi, be nice! I was in the middle of practice.”
“Well if you were in the middle of your precious practice, why the fuck didn’t you finish it and let me sleep for two more hours?”
You didn’t even know how to begin, so you just looked at him with the biggest smile, as you bit your bottom lip trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill out into the room.
It was a rare sight, you acting giddy, you losing your words. But Hoseok knew better than to push you for information, that usually just ended with you beating his ass and him being blue and yellow for the rest of the week. So instead he waited, as he lost himself in your eyes. 
On the floor beside the bed you could hear the girl slowly coming to her senses, as she pulled herself up, looking down at the woman who had pushed her out of bed before six in the morning. You knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but the fact that she even got to sleep in Hoseok’s bed was impressive, he usually kicked them out after the deed was done.
“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had a high-pitched voice, instantly annoying you. She tried her best to hide her naked form behind the slight sheer cover she held up to cover her.  
“Dana shut up, will you?” He didn't even take the time to look at the woman, you were all he saw as he tried to figure out what news could be important enough to have you acting like this. 
You slowly looked up at the woman who towered over the two of you, and all you saw was the pout she elegantly had displayed on her face to try and win just a little sympathy from the man beside you. When that didn’t work, she tried yet another method.
“Baby if you kick her out then maybe we can go again?” you rolled your eyes, a little afraid they might get stuck back there if she kept going. But he did nothing, said nothing, he just looked at you and, in the end, she gave up, gathered her things and left the two of you alone in the room.
After an intense staring contest, one that once again ended the instant the thought of kissing you crossed his mind. He got out of bed to get dressed instead. He sat up in the bed as you rolled over to look up into the ceiling. You could hear the slow and lazy footsteps he took towards the two double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. A yawn escaped him as he stretched his arms above his head, to get the blood flowing in his tired and worn out body.
“So, what news is so important that I couldn’t wait?” You could hear him go through the drawers as he spoke.
Your head was filled with both pride and joy, but the words wouldn’t get out. Instead you giggled like a crazy person.
“What is it? Why are you laughing?” The t-shirt he pulled over his head was muffling the sound of his voice, which meant it was safe for you to face him once again. You sat up and turned towards the double doors as you crossed your legs in the soft bed.
“We got in Hobi…” It was almost a whisper and you continued: “We leave in three days, can you believe it? The day has finally come!” You clapped your hands as you watched him walk towards you.
“You’re kidding? Who got in? All of us?” You nodded your head and intertwined your hands with each other, squeezing with all the strength in your body. Because if this was a dream you needed to wake up now.
He sprinted towards you and tackled you back into bed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Your arms held him close in a hug as you both laughed. It was emotional to be the one to tell him the news. You knew that he would get scolded by the rest of the boys who lived in his hall later on for waking them with his screams, but he didn’t seem to care. The happiness and pride of this achievement made the screams called for, and as soon as they knew they’d agree. 
The two of you had talked about this day since you were four and his father had brought him into the manor for the first time. Hoseok’s father was your dad’s right-hand man, and because of this you grew up together and trained together. You had shared everything together, hell he even lived in your house.
“Oh my god, this is insane! It’s completely insane! But wait… How the hell do you know?” Hoseok had a puzzled expression as he looked into your eyes.
“Well… Jungkook might’ve been snooping around in dad’s office, and there he might’ve found the acceptance letter”
You knew how much he hated to go against your father. Dae-Hyun or Papa Park as you and Jimin sometimes called him, had opened his house to both Hoseok and his family. An act Hoseok saw as a privilege and an honor. And unlike you and Jimin, it was kind of hard to be a teenager and a rebel against the man who was not only your boss, but one of the most powerful mafia leaders in this world.
“One day that boy is gonna end up being killed for all the stunts he pulls” He shook his head at your younger friend, but the smile refused to leave his lips.
“I know… But don’t worry I’m going to find pops as soon as I’m done with you and fill him in on the situation. After all he might want to do the dinner anyways” You shrugged your shoulders a little.
“Look at you being the responsible leader Y/N!” He hit your shoulder playfully as you laughed at his statement.
“Well I might as well start to take my role seriously now. No need to wait, you know?” You bit your bottom lip as you started to twirl the golden ring that was displayed on one of your fingers.
Hoseok stood up from the bed and looked down on you with loving eyes. You were the woman he could never have, the person he’d always protect and follow blindly into any battle.
“So tell me… What do I need to pack?”
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After a long discussion with Hobi about just which outfits he should pack, and an even longer one with what sniper rifle he should bring to the States, you were off to see your dad.
You skipped down the corridors of the giant manor, saying hi to everyone you met on your way, until you’d finally reached your fathers office. He had an open-door policy for both you and the boys so instead of knocking you busted through the door.
He was sitting behind the giant mahogany desk, reading the reports from both spies and distributors that had been piling up in the dark hours of the night. He looked powerful in this setting. High ceilings, big windows, expensive suit and of course with an expensive bottle of whiskey nearby.
He looked up from his papers for a brief moment, only to discover you were already walking towards him. He slowly laid down his pen, as he sent you a gentle smile. In front of the desk were two leather chairs who faced him, and as usual you placed yourself in the left one.
“Hello sweet daughter, what can I do for you today?” He spoke like the man in power he was, his voice was deep and intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. But then again it was a given when you were in his position.
You didn’t respond and just moved around nervously in the chair as you fiddled with the golden ring that rested on your pinkie on your left hand. Just like your tattoo it displayed your rank in the family business, as you liked to call it.
“I know what Jungkook did Y/N, there’s no need to beat around the bush” You quickly looked up from the ring, your face displaying the surprise you felt, and your heart started to beat faster as he continued his speech: “I have security and cameras everywhere in this house, you really think anything goes missing without my permission?”
He now had a smirk on his lips, and you could see the spark in his eyes. Your father was a cruel man to those who deserved it, and a stern leader to almost everyone. Except to a chosen few. To you he was kind, playful at times, and almost always with a smile on his face and that incredible kind spark in his eyes. Unless you talked business of course.
You laughed before you answered him.
“I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. I hoped you hadn’t, because it would’ve been nice to be the one to surprise you for once”
He put away his reading glasses and stood up. Slowly walking to the other side of his desk as he sat down on the edge, both hands resting beside him.
“Well… One day you might be able to, but not quite yet Blade…” His smile was as kind as always as he said your nickname. “… But judging from your smile I guess the academy had great news?”
You didn’t know it was possible to feel prouder or happier than you already were, but the feeling that slowly blossomed in your chest was nothing you’d ever felt before. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you smiled at the man you admired most in this world.
“We all got in, all four of us” Your voice cracked a little, but you did not care for a single second. The two of you had talked about this day since you’d held your first katana. And to share the good news with the man that had made you the woman you were today, meant everything to you.
He stood up from his spot and walked towards you, arms stretched open to give you the bear-hug he knew you needed. And you walked right into his arms and let the tears roam free.
“I’m so proud of you Blade, of all of you.” He whispered into your hair before he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you away from his chest, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a kiss on your forehead as you laughed a little. “But I never doubted any of you, I trained you to be the best, not ordinary, so of course they want you all” 
You rarely showed people your emotions. It wasn’t that it was a sign of weakness, but being a girl high placed in the mafia, people would use anything to gain the upper hand in this game you called life. It was like every other corporation, typically a patriarchy. A typical tradition because men had this idea that women couldn’t be ruthless, that they couldn’t handle the power, that they couldn’t handle the bloodshed. Luckily for you, your family didn’t share that view, and neither did the rest of the crew under your father. 
You cleared your throat as he finally let go of you, looking into your happy eyes as his own filled with pride.
“I’m sorry if we ruined the dinner though”
He laughed at that statement and turned around to once again find his rightful place behind his giant desk. “Now call those boys in here I need to have a chat with you all before it all goes down tonight, because we all know you’ll be too hungover tomorrow to come if I call a meeting then”
You raised an eyebrow, your way of saying: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“Don’t give me that look Y/N, we’ve been down that road before. That being said, you need to shower first”
You shrugged, he wasn’t wrong.
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After an amazing breakfast you went back to your room, quickly ridding yourself of your workout clothes to hop into a steaming hot shower. You stood there for a few minutes and wondered just how your life would look in a few weeks’ time.
Would you be able to create new alliances, or would it end up being impossible because you’re a woman? It was very rare that women were in powerful positions in the mafia, and even rarer that they were the first in line for the throne. And the more you thought about it the more anxious you got. It might not be a problem at home, where your people knew just how you were raised to rule, but you needed to prepare yourself for every reaction in the book. 
You turned on the cold water to get the negative thoughts out of your system, your way of clearing your head, at least for the time being. Once again it worked like a charm. After a good cleanse of both hair, body and mind, you left to start your morning routine.
Because this was a special day, you knew you needed a little extra than just the regular black dior outfit. You did your makeup and dressed in an elegant black suit. 
The black flared pants hugged your body in all the right places and displayed your curves just how you liked it. The blazer that matched gave you no waist and therefore you styled it with a belt with gold hardware to match the jewelry you wore. Just to give it a little something extra. Your hair was slicked back and your face open for the world to see the beauty of your jawline and cheekbones.
Stilettos were something you loved dearly, and almost always wore when you didn’t workout. You had mastered running in everything from 1-15cm, something all the men found very impressive. The red bottom Louboutins had therefore been a part of your outfits for a few years now. 
You looked into the mirror, pleased with the woman who looked back at you. You looked like you were in charge and knew what was going on around you, you looked like you belonged in this world that was mostly dominated by men. You looked lethal and beautiful all in one. 
You twisted your ring once as you took a deep breath. Afterwards you rolled up your sleeves to display your tattoo. 
Two knocks on your door pulled you out of your daydreaming. Jimin and the boys were here, and as you opened you almost had to take a step back before their jaws hit the floor before you.
The three men, your three so-called besties, looked you up and down, but none of them spoke. Nervous about their reaction you spun the ring around your fingers as you looked at them with a shy smile.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my face?” You laughed a little as you smiled wide at the three men who stood before you.
“N-no, no, no, no! Not at all you just… You look hot!” Jungkook said as he gave you a wink and licked his lip like a man starved.
“Duuuude! That’s my sister stop it!” Jimin hit his chest as he whisper yelled at him.
“I know that! But look at her!” He gestured towards you with both hands.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shot one hip to the side, as you poked your cheek from the inside using your tongue, the very best indicator for when someone pissed you off.
Hoseok rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. “You look beautiful and deadly” and afterwards pushed the boys out of the way and down the hall to make room for you. 
“Stop drooling and start walking before your future boss kicks your ass in a hallway. Besides we’re already late” He pointed towards the door at the end of it that led to your dad’s office, your arm snaked around his.
Hoseok always loved to have you like this, on his arm. To those who didn’t know you, you could look like a couple, and sometimes he liked to daydream of how things could be, if he was just a man and you were just a woman. Maybe then he could love you boldly, openly, publicly. 
As the two younger boys stumbled towards the door, he looked at you. A small but genuine smile on his lips as his eyes sparkled.
Jungkook and Jimin had bolted right through your fathers office doors, not a care in the world or a thought on their minds. Most likely startling him in the process. Both you and Jimin sat down in your chairs as Hoseok rested against the back of yours and Jungkook stood by the windows, looking out into the courtyard.
“I’m glad you all made it on time, this way we won’t be late for dinner” He said as he opened the carafe with gin and poured you a glass over ice. You had never liked whiskey the same way the boys had, and therefore he had made sure that there was something you enjoyed in his office. 
You thanked him as you grabbed the glass from his hands, and he continued to pour the remaining men in the room a glass of the golden liquid. And then he began his speech.
“First of all, I wanna say how proud I am of each and every one of you, you deserve this… More than any other. So, cheers to you.” He raised his glass, and you all followed his example as he continued.
“In two days’ time you’ll arrive in New York to attend the academy, and the next year will be both physically and mentally draining. When you step into those grand halls only three rules apply.” You all looked at each other with a smirk, rules never applied to you so why should it now? The response you got from him was there for a stern look, he meant business.
He continued: “and they are so basic even you four should be able to follow them. Rule number one, you are only allowed to bring one weapon. Rule number two, no killing, there will be plenty of time for that in the years to come. You are allowed to fight though, but that’s it! Rule number three, you are not allowed to leave.”
You could see Jungkook’s dramatic eye roll from where you were seated. “So they are just gonna lock us up?”
You sighed.
“You are allowed to leave the complex Jungkook, don’t be stupid” The boys laughed, and you did your best to hold back a chuckle. “You are just not allowed to leave New York unless you are given an assignment outside the city”
All that left his mouth was an almost silent grunt, as he turned around to join you all in the small circle in the middle of the room.
“So what now? Is it time for the party?” Hoseok said with hopeful eyes.
“Not quite yet, first it’s time for the gifts” You all looked confused at each other, no one had ever said anything about getting gifts at this thing.
“Dad, what? I mean thanks I guess, but really you shouldn’t have…” Jimin started the sentence but was quickly interrupted.
“I know I shouldn’t have. But you are my children, all of you” Jungkook moved his weight from one foot to the other as he stared down into the ground, blush silently creeping over his face.
He walked away from all of you, pulling a book from the massive bookcase in the room that opened up to the secret room that was your dads private and secret armory. He disappeared into the darkness and was back a few seconds later with a massive duffle back.
You all moved closer to peek into the bag, trying to see exactly what he was planning to surprise you with. The first thing he pulled out was a sniper rifle, or to be precise a M24. It was midnight black with golden tiger stripes clinging to the barrel. You turned your head as you looked at Hoseok, he loved that gun, and his eyes were sparkling as he slowly extended his hands out towards it.
“This is yours J-hope, you have always made me proud so don’t make me regret that I’ve officially given you your stripes now” Your father winked at him as he handed him the rifle. Hoseok was still in awe as he traced the golden stripes with his fingers. A small thank you escaped his mouth, as he walked away from the table, still looking at the rifle as a love crazed thirteen-year-old.
“Jungkook” The boy beside your father suddenly stood a little taller.
“I know you don’t use guns and that you prefer to fight with your hands. But there’s no way in hell I’m sending you to a school full of killers and liars without a weapon.” He pulled a knife out of the bag, golden handle and once again the stripes were to be found on this one as well. He took the handle and expected it in silence.
“For you son I have two things, and don’t worry, I’ve already talked to the school and because they are a set you are allowed to bring it with you”
Jimin smirked and his eyes narrowed as he looked at your father.
“You didn’t?!”
“Oh, but I did”
He pulled out a ‘Beretta 92FS’ with a matching silencer, again painted black in golden tiger stripes. One weapon but two parts so technically he wouldn’t break any of the rules the academy had set. Clearly there had to be a point with all these matching weapons. Your brother hugged your father tightly, making your heart flutter at the sweet moment they now shared before you would be gone for who knows how long.
“I’m so proud of you my son, I hope you know that” his hand rested on Jimin’s cheek, as he looked deep into his eyes.
“I know pops”
“Good… and last but not least!”
Instead of pulling your weapon from the bag, like he did with the others, he went back into the armory.  When he returned, he had a katana with him, but this wasn’t just any katana. It was tradition in the East-Asian mafias that the heir to the throne had one, it was a display of power, just as your ring and tattoo. It showed people you were the one in charge, and that you were the one they needed to fear, to respect. 
The holster was black, everything about this sword was as dark as your soul. Except for a small pendant that hung from the end of it. A solid gold tiger. You pulled it from its holster revealing the sharp blade. You swung it around just to get a feel of it, and it was perfectly balanced for your body.
“I have given you all weapons that link you to each other, weapons that show everyone you’ll meet where you belong. I know each and every one of you will make me proud in your own way, and I’m excited to see what this journey will bring for every one of you. Make more allies than enemies, be only cruel to those who deserve your wrath. Most of those you’ll meet are beneath you so don’t waste your time… But for now, go, you deserve this party, you deserve one last night of bad decisions before you go into the world as my representation”
You all nodded, straightening your backs, looking forward as if you were ready to fight the world in this moment. You all left your father behind in the office, and when the door was finally closed behind you a squeal of happiness and laughter erupted in the halls. Making the old man smile behind the once again closed doors.
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blovedhobi · 1 year
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❛my crows will gouge out your eyes. ❜
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musicloverxoxo7 · 2 years
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They’re the bad guys – feat. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung
Mafia!BTS maknae line   x   fem!reader
Summary: You’re just a junior employee. Until you walk in on your bosses plotting bad things. And who could better seduce their target than you, who has history with him?
Themes/warnings: smut with a story, nipple play, fingering, bit of breeding kink, unprotected sex (don’t fall for bad mafia guys and do that!!), exes to lovers, bad guys, bit of fluff
Wordcount: ca. 3.5k
Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18
I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.
It’s already been a long day and you’re not done yet. Most other coworkers have left their desks and are on their way home. Yet you still need to finish that stupid campaign. It’s the first solo one your superior has given you and it needs to be really, really good.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight”, you say as the last coworker turns off her desk lamp and walks to the elevator. Now you’re all alone in the big space, surrounded by glass walls.
It’s creepy and nice and quiet at the same time. You work on the campaign another half hour. Finally, you decide to stretch your legs a little. Maybe the small kitchen still has some leftover snacks.
You walk along the well-lit hallway. Your heels clack against the floor. All doors are closed. Except for one. You hear low voices from within. You stop in your tracks. You’re pretty sure you’ve just heard the word “kidnapping”.
The voices within grow quiet. Suddenly, the door opens wider. One of the two big bosses of the company stands in front of you: Kim Taehyung. He looks outstanding in a dark green suit, his hair perfectly in place even at this hour.
“What are you doing here this late?”
His voice is soft, not accusatory.
“Y/n, right”, Jimin asks, appearing at Taehyung’s side. You still find it crazy that with hundreds of employees beneath him, Jimin seems to know everyone by name.
“Yes. Y/n. I’m working late.”
“Dedicated. I like that. What do you say”, Jimin turns to Taehyung.
“Might work. We know he likes them pretty.”
You blush at Taehyung, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, calling you pretty.
“Would you like to do an extra assignment this weekend, y/n? It obviously comes with extra pay and a generous bonus. We’d only need you for a few hours on Saturday.”
“Uhm, why not?”
They both step back. Taehyung beckons you in. You step into the room. He closes the door behind you. The light in this office is low. There are curtains to shield the glass wall. The wooden furniture is welcoming. Much more inviting than the rest of the offices combined.
Jimin stands on the other side of the desk, rubbing his hand over his chin. You remind yourself that he’s your boss. Like, the big boss.
“Okay, y/n. What we’d like you to do is meet a prospective client. He’s a bit secretive, so it will be in a bar instead of our offices. We’ll provide a security detail, so you don’t feel threatened due to those circumstances.”
Sound dangerous. And thrilling. You think of the campaign you’re putting together. It sounds like a good work-balance to add some spice.
“And what do you want me to do with the client?”
As soon as that’s out of your mouth you realize it could sound dirty. You bite your lip and laugh. Jimin catches your eye and smirks along.
“Nothing like that. We’re thinking of taking over his company. Find a way to make that as appealing as possible. I saw the other campaign you’ve worked on. You can sell anything to anyone.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. Jimin saw your work?
“I like to keep my eye on promising employees”, he says, reading you right.
Saturday
Not only do you have a security detail for tonight, you’ve also been driven here by one of the companies sleek, black cars. Here being a high-end bar with low lights and plenty of very rich people.
You’ve put on your favorite dress and a pair of heels that allow proper walking. This place is so exclusive that one actually has to make reservations. You approach the lady standing behind a high table, tapping away on an iPad.
“Excuse me? Table for two, reserved for Park and Kim marketing.”
“Thanks. Yes, got it. Please follow Hyeonho to your table.” She smiles and waves at a handsome waiter with slicked back black hair. “Table 7.”
Hyeonho leads you to table 7. As you approach, you spot a dark head of hair already at the table. The tables are in little round nooks, so you can’t see more yet.
“What drink would you like to have?”
“Club soda with lemon, please.”
“Noted. Here’s your table, ma’am. I’ll be right back with the drink.”
The waiter disappears quickly to another table that is waving for his attention. You turn to the table – and freeze.
In front of you sits Jeon Jungkook, your high school boyfriend. And college boyfriend. His hair is cut short, and you spot a lip ring. That one’s new. The leather jacket looks like painted onto him. Your insides feel like a maelstrom. Better get a grip.
“Hello. We’re supposed to meet here. I’m from Park and Kim Marketing.”
Jungkook turns his head to you and blinks a few times. His mouth opens, then closes. He gets up, steps out from the bench, and pulls you into a hug. Instinctively, you hug him back. He smells fresh and musky, and your bodies still fit together perfectly.
Finally, you step back and straighten your dress. Goodness.
“Y/n.”
“JK.”
The corners of his mouth pull upwards at the old nickname. Only you ever called him that.
“Please, take a seat.”
You do. The waiter delivers your drink and hurries off again quickly.
“I think he’s scared of you.”
Jungkook shrugs his shoulder non-committedly. You notice your security detail sitting at the bar, sipping on a drink. He seems at ease but keeps an eye on you.
“You work for Park and Kim now?”
“You don’t like them?”
“That obvious?”
“The corner of your mouth is pulling downwards.”
“Ah, I forgot how well you know me.”
“Knew you”, you correct.
“It’s only been 3 years, y/n. I haven’t changed that much.”
You nod towards the lip ring. He waves his hand dismissively.
“I also have some new tattoos. You can see them later if you want. I mean, I’m not that different a person.”
His insistence on that makes you a little suspicious. Is he going to reveal something that will make you think otherwise any second?
“So why have those two sent you?”
“They say they want to take over your company. I didn’t know you work in a marketing-related field.”
“I don’t.”
Your suspicion grows. You feel as if there’s a crucial detail that has been left out.
“Maybe they’re expanding?”
“That’s one way of putting it”, Jungkook mutters. When he sees your questioning eyes, he chews on his lip ring. Seems like he does that nowadays when thinking. You file that away for future reference. Then you mentally slap yourself. You’re not going to see Jungkook again. Period.
“They’ll make it worth your while.”
“They’ve already been trying to do that for the past half year. Say, y/n, do you have any idea what work Park and Kim do?”
“They lead one of the biggest marketing companies in South Korea”, you say, completely confused. Any dummy could find that out on the internet in 2 seconds.
“That’s what they have their people do, yes. But what do they work as? Have you ever seen them work on any marketing campaigns?”
“Uhm, no. I guess they have CEO stuff to do. That’s where we come in.”
“Exactly.”
You shake your head. Jungkook is not making a lot of sense yet.
“What are you trying to get at? Just spit it out already.”
Jungkook chews on his lip ring again, takes a sip from his drink. From the looks and smells of it, it contains about as much alcohol as yours. Aka none. Another one who wants to keep his mind sharp.
Suddenly, Jungkook slides along the bench until he is sitting next to you, though still at arm’s length. What in the world is going on?
“Listen carefully, because I won’t repeat any of this.”
You see movement in your peripheral vision and stop Jungkook from saying anything further. Your security detail comes to your table. He does not look amused.
“You okay, ma’am? The guy bothering you?”
“No, not at all. We went to high school together. Just catching up.”
He looks relieved and walks back to his seat at the bar. Jungkook leans in as if to take something out of your hair.
“Tell me if you’re bugged”, he whispers. You shake your head.
“Follow me. Quickly and quietly.”
You step out of the booth and grab your handbag. Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you along. You come up in front of a locked door behind booth number 7. Jungkook pulls out a keycard and unlocks it. He pulls you through and closes it behind you. You follow him a few steps down and to another door. This one leads to a side alley; you see as you step outside.
Jungkook sets a quick pace. You just about manage to follow on your heels. He leads you to a parking lot. You spot his black motorbike. The one that has been his pride and joy since college times. Once next to the bike, he pulls out an extra helmet and hands it to you.
“Hurry, love.”
You don’t notice he’s called you by the petname until you push up the skirt of your dress and sit down behind him. The closeness feels very intimate. But you’ve made your choice. Something isn’t adding up and you’d trust Jungkook over your bosses any day. With your arms around his waist, you zoom off into the night.
The ride through night-time Seoul isn’t long. Ten minutes, perhaps 15. All the colorful, blinking ads and company signs make everything seem harmless. In your stomach, though, you know it isn’t.
Jungkook parks the bike in an underground garage. It’s not particularly well-lit. Stiffly, you start to climb off the bike. Maybe you’re taking too long, because Jungkook places his arm around your waist and pulls you off. Your feet finally touch the ground, but your legs feel wobbly.
“Give me a sec.”
“Still not used to it?” He smiles, holding you against his side.
“How should I be? I’d never ride with anyone but you.”
Outside the garage, there’s the sound of a car driving by way too fast. Jungkook’s eyes narrow. He crouches down, lets you fall over his shoulder and stands up again. It all happens too quickly for you to react.
“I can walk again, I think.”
“Not risking it now, sweetie.” He walks towards a staircase.
You grind your teeth. The leather jacket feels weird against your face and Jungkook’s hand is a bit close to your ass. Granted, he has to hold you in place. But does he have to touch you for that?
You know you’re not making sense, but you’re feeling mad. Your bosses tricked you into something. And Jungkook probably tricked you into something else. Right this moment, you’re tired of men.
Jungkook climbs three sets of stairs with you, acting as if you weigh nothing. He’s not even out of breath when he sets you down in front of a door. You cross your arms in front of your chest while he unlocks the door.
“Welcome home. Come in, love.”
Your gut instinct tells you to follow him, so you do. He closes the door and locks it with a floor bolt, a dead bolt, and a chain. You watch him with your eyes narrowed. Jungkook straightens up and sees that.
“It’s to keep others out. You want to leave, tell me.”
And why would you not believe him? You’ve known him since he was a scraggly teen with huge eyes, asking to borrow an eraser.
“I think you have a few things you need to tell me. Right now.”
“Alright.” Jungkook leans against the door. “Park and Kim don’t only run the biggest marketing company in South Korea, they also run the biggest mafia empire.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“Except for mine.”
“Except for your what?” Your jaw drops as you connect the dots. “You are part of organized crime?”
He inclines his head.
“How long…”
“My mom has been running it since I was about three. I took over right after graduating from college.”
“Is that why you left me out of the blue?”
“Romantic partners don’t do well on the side of someone like me.”
“Then why did you spend so much time being with me? You could have just left earlier. I thought-“ You break off. No need to go there. Your throat suddenly feels tight, and you have to swallow hard to not cry.
Jungkook’s eyes are soft, sad.
“You thought I’d give you a ring instead of breaking up.” You nod. “I was going to. The night before our graduation, they got my cousin. He was supposed to take over the business from my mom. She’d prepped him for years.”
“Did he-“
“Yes. They thought I wasn’t prepared and would be a pushover.”
“Which you aren’t.”
“At least not as much as they want me to be.”
Jungkook pushes off the door and slides out of the leather jacket. He hangs it up on a hook. The black t-shirt does absolutely nothing to hide his defined pecks and slim waist. Your eyes snag on his nipples. You bite your lip. You can’t be thinking about that in such a situation. Get a grip. You shake your head.
“Wait. You said you were going to propose?”
He rubs his neck, suddenly shy.
“Uhm, yeah. I already had the ring.”
Your eyes widen. Plot twist after plot twist tonight.
“So, what now”, you ask.
“I’ll make some arrangements. In the morning, a car will bring you to a safe house. We’ll get you a new identity. You can decide where you want to go.”
“But my life is here. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to ruin any chance of ever seeing y-“ You break off. What once was is gone now. You can’t have it all back just like that. Jungkook is watching you very closely.
“Finish that sentence, love.”
“No.”
“If you want to have it, finish the sentence.”
“I don’t want to ruin any chance of ever seeing you again.” You close your eyes as your cheeks warm.
“You want to see me despite the danger? Despite what happened to my cousin? You want to be my weak spot? They’ll know to get me to do anything, they just need to get a hold of you.”
“Maybe they already found that out. That’s why they sent me.”
Jungkook frowns. For a few moments, neither of you speaks.
“You’re right. It’s a mighty big coincidence. And Park and Kim are well connected. Did you apply to them for a job, or did they invite you for an interview?”
“They invited me after a shared campaign with my old company did extremely well.”
“Mh. It’s possible. It doesn’t matter right now, though. Get some sleep, sweetie. I’ll make calls.”
Your heart sinks. There you thought you’d made your desire to be with him clear. Maybe he just doesn’t want the same. You head towards what you think might be the bathroom.
“Hey.” Jungkook comes after you and slings his arm around your waist. You stop. “I’m not sending you away. But I need to talk with some people and see if anyone leaked something about our past.”
“Mh.”
“You can stay by my side for as long as you want to. As my best friend, or-“ Jungkook pulls until you face him. His face is a few centimeters above yours. Instead of continuing the sentence, he closes the distance. Your lips meet. All softness is forgotten as urgency takes over.
He backs you into the nearest wall and presses his thigh between yours. Your hands slide under his t-shirt and run over his smooth skin. His strong, muscular thigh feels very good between yours. You rub your core again it, breathing harder at the pleasure.
Your hands move to Jungkook’s nipples. You give them a twist and tug. He groans, detaching his lips from yours. He tugs his t-shirt over his head and stands in front of you half-naked. You notice that his sleeve of tattoos is nearly complete. His hands return to your ass, moving your hips against his. Your breath catches as you feel his hardness. It’s been too long.
You twist his nipples back and forth again. He exhales a moan. The sexiest sound in the universe, definitely.
One of his hands slides up your thigh and under the waistband of your underwear. His fingers find your sweet spot and draw circles on it. He has your legs shaking in under two minutes.
“JK… JK… I…”
“Let go. I’ll catch you.”
A few more circles and pleasure spasms through you. You grab onto his shoulders, riding out the high. His thighs and other hand have you secured so you can give into the warm, powerless feeling that floods through you.
He gives you a few more moments to catch your breath, before hoisting you up.
“Come on, love. Let’s continue this in the bedroom.”
It’s only a few steps into the bedroom. Jungkook lowers you onto the cold sheets. They feel nice against your burning skin. Hovering over you, Jungkook places gentle kisses on your cheeks, your jaw, your neck.
You reach out your hand and slide it down his stomach until your hand hits his pants. You undo the button and zipper and run your hand over his boxershorts. He inhales sharply but returns to leaving trails of kisses all over your body.
You apply more pressure as you keep running your hand over his erection. When he still doesn’t stop, you twist a little and pull down his boxershorts. You wrap your hand around him and guide him closer.
You push aside your underwear. His head makes contact with your wet folds. You run it over your clit a few times.
Jungkook has buried his face against your neck.
“Baby?”
“Mh?”
“Ride me.”
You let go of him. He lays down on the bed, getting rid of his clothes in the process. You just dump your underwear. You climb on top of him. It reminds you of the first time you had sex. When he got insecure and asked you to be on top first. He doesn’t look insecure now, gazing up at you. But his boyish smile reminds you that, like you, he is only 25.
“What, you’re not going to ask me what would happen if the pill doesn’t work”, you tease. Like he did during your last year of college, the first time you didn’t use a condom. He smirks.
“Well, you said “if it doesn’t work, we’re having a baby. And you better be there to help me raise it.” Worked for me then, works for me now, love.”
The confidence with which he says it makes you feel things. And that he still remembers that.
You rub yourself against his erection. His hands come up to grip your waist. Finally, you hold him upright and push down. With his thickness, it’s a nice stretch. You move slowly at first, adjusting. Then you start bouncing up and down faster while rubbing your clit.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“Mh, JK. You feel so nice.”
“Yeah? Like me better than all the others?”
You chuckle.
“What others?”
Jungkook grunts as you start moving your hips back and forth more.
“Three years? Not one date?”
“Plenty of dates.” You’re panting. Jungkook is working with you now, pushing up into you. “Plenty of kisses. None I wanted to take into bed with me.”
“You drive me crazy, woman.”
You want to laugh, but a moan comes out instead as Jungkook stills your hips and his thrusts become harsher. You keep working your clit the way you like it. You whine as another orgasm quickly heads your way.
Jungkook feels you clenching around him.
“Cum for me, love.”
As if this were the magic formula, you slump forward, coming apart. Jungkook holds you against his chest, fucking into you hard and fast.
“Please… please look at me”, he pants. You raise your head and meet his dark, sparkling eyes. A few more thrusts and he stills too, the veins in his neck prominent as he breathes through his mouth.
He pulses within you. His cum filling you up feels warm and familiar.
“You know what?” Jungkook tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope the pill does work until we’ve settled you securely in Busan with me.”
“And after that?”
“After that we can start planning a family, if you want.”
Part 2
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I am literally done with tumblr being obsessed with jungkook as a mafia boss. I mean I know he's got the looks but I simply can't imagine my baby doing all these elderly things 😭
Also its been a long time since I have been scared of jimin and taehyung while being mafia bosses/mafia boyfriends or husbands.
And the amount of ignorance the hyung line gets is just above my IQ levels. Like how do ff authors not feature them as pant shitting scary mafia bosses. Like I read one ff with yoongi as a mafia leader and I go sleepless for 3 nights 🫣
They are literally zaddies as mafia bosses
Sorry for the rant
Bye 🏃🏼‍♀️
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THIS GIF IS ALONE SENDING ME SHIVERS
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It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt. 21]
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genre/au: mafia!au, mature, fluff, angst, love triangle
warnings: contains graphic imagery, panic attacks, mental health issues, mature subject matter, manipulation, toxic/inappropriate friendships and relationships, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, brief smoking, lots of language and some suggestive language, mentioned crude/unnerving behavior, intensity, very slight hoe phase if you squint, character death. If you’re easily triggered, please proceed with caution or do not proceed♥️
pairing: jungkook x reader ; yoongi x reader
authors note: happy belated b-day to Jungkook~ sorry his life sucks in this story🫶. please see m.list for previous parts. thank you all who have followed this story and all who plan to! comments, likes and relogs are appreciated! you have my sincerest gratitude angels💗👼 Sit back, relax, and enjoy^^ it’s a looong but juicy read
word count: 60k+
summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have taken you out a long time ago. After everything, the heartbreak, betrayal and lies, you’ve emerged with a purpose—you’re apart of a family now. They won’t let you lay down and die—no matter how much you want to.
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“Call- what was her name, Miranda?” Verona furrows her brows, not bothering to jog her memory for the correct name.
“Melinda, her name is Melinda.” She’s corrected by her brother.
“Someone should call her,”
“Why can’t it be you?”
“She cursed me out last time we talked,” She holds her toddler, trying to give him the cereal snack.
“That was almost 20 years ago, if we can’t reach her brother anymore than we should try to reach her,”
“We should forget it,” She mumbles, “we haven’t contacted them all this time, why do we have to now?”
“Legally, we have to try,”
“Grandmother always liked to make things overly complicated just to fit that illegitimate child into this family.”
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Agent Ban spent the morning trying to put a face and name to the missing female. How is it possible for a single person so disappear and not even the FBI has investigated her whereabouts? It’s all so strange and confusing. What makes it even more interesting is that for some reason, she seems to be loosely connected to the single largest case in the city.
“Lisa, there’s a missed call for you,” One of the administrative staffs, “came in this morning.”
“Thanks,” She takes the phone and dials the number.
“This is agent Lisa Ban, I’m returning your call,”
“This is officer Go from the police department 9. I know you’re pursuing a missing persons case, I have one that might interest you.”
“I’m listening.”
“It’s fairly old and it was made anonymously almost a year ago, but the woman’s name is Kim Y/n. For some reason her case was snuffed. She went missing one night after work, the person who reported this suspects that she was kidnapped. I have pictures and other information on her that I will send your way.”
“Thank you so much, this might be just what I needed to close this case.”
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Jungkook must be dead or dying. Namjoon could be too, you accepted that possibility. After the shock began leave your body, your tears cleared and you stared off into nowhere. Hours must have gone by because the sun isn’t shining anymore.
You were numb, you couldn’t feel the heat surrounding your body. You were so numb that you could not hear Yoongi screaming at you to get out of the car, the burning car. When the smokey glaze leaves your vision, you see the hood of the car is up in flames and the driver is deeply impaled by a pole through the windshield.
“The bastard tried to kill us, and himself,” Blood drips from his black hair and down his forehead and you finally gather what’s happened. You look around, tall trees surround you and you’re being led to run away from the dirt road.
“I’m scared,” You whisper, knowing he can’t hear you and even if he can, he doesn’t have to time have that type of conversation. He is too worried about getting away from the car that just exploded, putting your thoughts to an abrupt stop.
You cry out, falling to your knees, hands pressing to your ears as you tremble on the forest floor. You can’t feel your legs, your heart is drumming, your body says to give up. Yoongi grabs your trembling body and lifts you to stand back up, chilling you to your core. “I- I’m scared, Yoongi, just leave me here!-” You mutter with quivering lips, you know you look pathetic.
“You’re alive,” Yoongi firmly takes your hand and presses it to your chest, making you feel your own pounding heart, “if you feel that, you have to keep going,” despite your shaken up state, you’re following beside him.
The smell of gasoline and burning chemicals makes you sick. Things are going so fast, Yoongi moves so fast. How can he keep going? He doesn’t know if Namjoon made it, it looked like Jungkook didn’t make it—he’s not even attempting to ponder those thoughts. Somehow, he stumbles upon an abandoned shipping container. Cautiously, he steps inside the metal shelter and beckons you to follow. The spider webs and the debris from trees has made its way inside and you stay where you are.
“Come on, we’ll wait in here,”
You step inside with heaving breath, face a bit sweaty and head swimming.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” He looks you over, “we may have to stay put for a few hours.”
You look around you, unable to say anything, even if you wanted to speak you wouldn’t know what to say.
“Jimin is supposed to be with us,” He sighs, leaning against the wall of the metal container, “I’ll tell him to come to us,”
“We have to sleep here?…” You look at what you think is an old birds nest, the ground is hard and dirty with mud—not to mention it’s dark.
“Yeah, doesn’t make sense to look for a hotel, we can’t risk leaving a trail in another town,” He does something on his phone and you brush some leaves aside to have a seat.
Jimin was off with another group but abandoned them immediately to look for Yoongi. He brought the list of items Yoongi requested and l found you two within a few hours.
“Here, sorry it took a while,” He hands Yoongi the bag and his eyes land on you sitting idly in the corner, “I didn’t know she was with you.” He mutters, disappointed.
“Use this to clean up,” Yoongi hands you a pack of wipes and a bottle of antibacterial, “I’ll be back,”
You want to ask where he’s going and why he’s not bothering to clean the blood from his own face. He is more at risk than you are, he already has a serious wound, you only have a few scratches.
Jimin won’t look at you and you can think of a few reasons why. You could care less, you just want to smell a little better than the damp woods and a burning car. With shaky hands, you open up the wipes and begin to clean your face. You take your sweater off and diligently wipe the rest of your body. Jimin sits on the edge of the entrance, not even tempted to look back.
“Where’d you go?” Jimin looks up, inspecting the bottle in Yoongi’s hand and now clean face.
“Water,” He hands Jimin a bottle and holds the other two. Red-faced, you hastily slip your sweater back on right before he can lay his eyes on you. Or maybe he looked away purposefully and only looked when he saw you were dressed.
“Thank you,” You take the bottle and try not to chug it.
“Try to get some sleep,” Yoongi looks at you and Jimin, “Jimin, we’ll take turns watching guard, I’ll take the first leg,”
“You’re sure?” Jimin furrows his brows, “I can take the first few hours,”
You stand up, brushing the leaves off your butt, wanting to offer some assistance. “I can too…”
“No, get some rest,” Yoongi stands near the edge of the entrance with his hands firmly in his pocket, “that’s an order.”
Jimin nods, taking the blanket and laying it out on the floor meticulously. It’s a small blanket and he only brought one, and it’s very drafty. Certainly the three of you weren’t supposed to share it, you thought. You get on the blanket and sit with your knees to your chest.
“You should lay down,” Jimin lays on his back beside you, you won’t look at him, “what? You don’t want to share it?”
You slowly ease down and lay on your side, facing away from him. He’s not used to the silent treatment, yet, he feels he deserves it.
At least 20 minutes went by and neither of you had gone to sleep, to your dismay.
“You didn’t wanna go with Jungkook? Why’re you with Yoongi,” He whispers, curious onto how you ended up with the cold mafia lord and not your obsessed lover, or whatever it was. “I know you’re awake…”
“We’re not together anymore,” You swallow, “that’s why I didn’t want to go with him…”
He lets out a small gasp and you turn to look at him—Why must he looked so relieved? Deliighted even. “You’re free then…”
“If that’s what you want to call it, yeah…” You turn back around, curling into the fetal position to warm yourself.
“It’s cold,” He states the obvious, “you’re shaking, do you want me to—?”
“No,” You insist, “I’m fine, goodnight…”
He doesn’t press any further. Keeping a safe distance, he settles for discarding his jacket and placing it over you.
That night, it poured.
It rained so loudly, it sounded like rocks were being thrown from every direction. By that time, you and Jimin had fallen asleep so Yoongi joined you all on the blanket. He’s not the close proximity type but he also doesn’t care for sleeping on dirt and leaves. He let out a heavy sigh, back against the hard metal behind him.
It seems that every brick lifted to rebuild what they once had crumbled in his hands. They are all together but the unity has only made prominent the differences they have. Namjoon and Yoongi are a different story—they’re a pair. If it were just them, things would run smoothly. Hell, if it were just them and Hoseok, the three of them wouldn’t have any issues. Hoseok was their rock, between Yoongi and Namjoon, they could always depend on him, more than anyone else. The three of them even discussed running off and starting their own thing when they were young, they were so close. Closer than just brothers, they made each other feel safe, secure.
They happen to have soulmates with a lot of baggage. Jin came with the curses passed down from his father. He’s deceitful, selfish, only in it for himself—on the outside. Inside, he’s insecure that one day, the day he decides to depend on anyone but himself, he’ll be let down, forgotten and abandoned.
Yoongi glances over at Jimin’s peaceful expression as he sleeps—he still looks like that same teenage boy. His face is just barely pressed up against the back of your neck in an attempt to gain your warmth. The same boy who let anyone who said they cared about him use him and who used people to fill his many voids. His traumas are unspoken but so very evident even in the way he lives. They’ve always pitied him, it’s something they don’t admit.
And Taehyung, he’s bonded to everyone. Rose was the reason for that, everyone loved her so naturally they loved her little brother. Namjoon loved her as a woman, he loved Taehyung like a little brother. He promised her he’d take care of him before she died, it was a promise he made to himself. Taehyung had terrible parents, a crappy childhood, but a Godsend of a sister. If it weren’t for her pure soul and kind words, he wouldn’t know when to stop, he’d ravage anyone in sight—including himself. One can’t mention Rose without Geongmin, the two were inseparable, they might as well have been sisters.
And then there’s Jungkook. That night, it seemed like the whole world stopped when Namjoon met him. He was smart, strong, exceptional at almost everything he did, he seemed unreal. He made Namjoon proud. You’d think the boy was conceived by Namjoon’s efforts alone. Something about abandoned kids does something for him, he wants to take them in and change their lives—like a savior.
Now there’s you.
A bolt of lightning strikes, causing a loud crack of thunder to jolt you out of your sleep. You let out a startled squeal and you hold on to who’s beside you instinctively. Usually, that someone is Jungkook but even in your exhaustion, you know this is not him. You blink, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness and to the person under our palm.
“I’m s- sorry,” You remove your hands from his side and scoot further from Jimin who you pushed up against you in his sleep.
“There’s a storm passing by,” He looks over at you, “we’re safe in here,”
“About earlier,” You push your hair out of your face and lay flat on your back, “I don’t really remember what happened,”
“We crashed, the driver did it on purpose I think ,” Stress is light in his tone, “I don’t know much more than that.”
“Are you okay?…” You ask so softly.
“Yeah,” He answers quickly, too quickly for it to be true.
You accept his answer, despite knowing the truth. it doesn’t take long for you to drift back to sleep.
Just as soon as you are overtaken by your sleepiness, Jimin wakes up to the pounding rain. “Ready to switch?”
“No need, no one’s coming out here in this storm, go back to sleep,” Yoongi answers, eyes shutting again.
“She’s cold,” Jimin states suddenly, you’re curled up with his jacket almost covering your face, “shit, I’m cold…”
“You’ve toughed through worse than this,” Yoongi’s eyes slip open, half-lidded but more than curious to see what Jimin is trying to get at.
“Did you know that they broke up?” Jimin sits up, voice low and mindful not to wake you.
“Hm,” Yoongi gives up on trying to get some shuteye, “I really don’t care…”
“That’s something I’ll have to get used to, not sneaking around to avoid getting my ass handed to me,” Jimin giggles, “a part of me will miss it though.”
“Getting your ass handed to you?”
“No, sneaking around just to spend a few minutes with her,” Jimin confesses with a giggle, “I guess I liked the chase…”
“That’s pretty sick,”
“Is it?” Jimin’s brows furrow and his puffy lips downturn a bit. His boss doesn’t need to tell him that, he knows he’s got a bad habit. Yoongi’s eyes shut, leaving Jimin to ponder over what he just confessed.
The night went by in the blink of an eye.
Jimin woke you up and Yoongi was already ready to leave when your eyes opened to the beaming sunrise.
“Where’s the car?” Yoongi stretches his arms and lets it a deep exhale.
“A theater parking lot, it’s about a mile from here,” Jimin watches as you reject his offer to help you off the floor, “shouldn’t take us long to get there—I meant to ask, where are we going? I was going with a team to a common area before meeting up with you,”
“My family’s old estate,” He pauses to restate that, “well, it’s mine now,”
“You actually kept that place? We all thought you sold it,” Jimin can recall the very few visits he made to that place. It was huge and extravagant, a bodacious display of wealth, far from Yoongi’s personal taste.
He lived at the estate on and off during his youth. After he turned 10, his father took him and his mother into hiding in a shabby old house.
“I figured I’d need a handful of undisclosed locations to go to one day,” He scoffs, “I was right.”
That morning, after 8 dditional hours of driving, you began to approach a thick patch of the forest. A 10-foot Roth iron gate blocked a white cobblestone entrance. Large hedges seemed to block any view other than the building that appeared to be his home. Yoongi gets out of the car and walks over to a little padlock hidden within a brick—this is the most mafia-style place you’ve ever seen.
That day you learned a lot about Yoongi.
Just from observing the lavish home, the mile long pool in the backyard, the well groomed landscaping—this is the life his father lived and it paid. Dodging bullets, manufacturing and selling drugs to anyone willing to buy. You’re positive he has loads of real estate elsewhere. The home was equipped with a full staff, men and women who were much older than the three of you. The ceilings seem to reach the sky, the floors and stairs are marble, the bright chandeliers made you dizzy.
An older woman greets you all in the foyer, she touches Yoongi’s face affectionately, as if she was reassuring that he was in the flesh.
“Yoongi,” She smiles and pulls him into a warm embrace, “I can’t believe it’s you,” She looks nothing like him but she holds him like he’s her child
“I know,” His eyes slip shut in her gentle touch and you can’t help but stare in awe as he melts a bit, “you remember Jimin,”
“Yes, of course,” Her eyes pass from him over to you.
“This is Y/n, she’s,” He pauses to look back at you, “with us,”
“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Ayeong,” Her smile grows brighter, “you all must be exhausted, I’ll take you to the guest room and have supper ready within the hour,”
Yoongi disappears and the kind woman leads you to the bedrooms.
“Here you are,” She points to a lovely room, one lovely room. “I’m sorry, I should have asked, did you want to share a room?”
“No ma’am,” you speak for the first time, “separate rooms, please,”
“Yeah,” Jimin clears his throat, “she can have this one.”
“Alright, there are a change of clothes for you there, I’ll be back when dinner is ready,”
“Thank you,” You give her a small bow and you enter the suite right after, “huh…”
You fall right onto the bed and the fresh smell of linen engulfs your nose, it’s so nostalgic. Aunt Melinda used to have your sheets washed and your bed remade almost every weekend, it was one indulgence you missed dearly.
Your shower is long and drawn out, way longer than it should have been. Supper is served at a grand dining room table, Yoongi declines to join.
“The food is amazing, you’re a wonderful cook,” You offer her a genuine smile, “it reminds me of home.”
“Thank you, I don’t get to do this very often, we haven’t had guests in quite a while,” She refills your glass of water and Jimin’s as well, “and Yoongi’s lifestyle doesn’t allow for a lot of home-cooked meals.”
“Yeah,” Jimin nods, glancing up at you, “you cook right? You told me once,”
“Yeah,” You look at your plate and then smile at Ayeong, “I’m not this good though,”
“Thank you sweetheart,” Ayeong adds an additional spoonful of rice to each of your plates, “if you ever want to cook something, let me know and I’ll get the ingredients ordered.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,”
You felt a genuine smile creep up, you haven’t felt that in awhile.
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2 years ago
“Y/n, your acceptance letter!”
You raced from your bedroom, throwing your headphones off.
“Let me see,” You ran to get the envelope, “wait, no! I don’t want to…”
“You have to open it eventually, come on,” Your aunt teases, “just take a deep breath.”
You’re a bit jittery, butterflies swarming in your stomach. So much as gone into this, hours of late night studying, honors classes—it’s all come down to this.
“I…I got in,” For some reason, fireworks don’t go off, “I was accepted.”
“Why aren’t you happy? You’ve been waiting for this,”
“We can’t afford this, even with my scholarship it’s not enough to cover room and board-“
“Your grandmother wants to pay for your living expenses and any tuition that’s not covered by your scholarships,”
“What? Nana doesn’t have that type of money,”
“Not Nana, your grandmother on your mothers side, you know she’s pretty wealthy. She called me a few years ago and told me to tell her when you started college, she wants to pay for it.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? It’s a good thing-“
“The last time I talked to them, they acted like I was a nobody, like I should have never existed, they’re my estranged family for a reason.”
“Y/n, you know your grandmother has always cared about you, she’s the only one who ever bothered to reach out to you,”
“Yeah, but I don’t need anything from them, they abandoned me.”
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3 Months Later
“We’ll have a shipment coming soon, one of the capos need to accept it,” Yoongi paces from one side of the desk to the other, “just let Hoseok know who- He’s not taking direct shipments right now, just have it done, do you not know how to follow simple directions? Okay, then do it,” Yoongi hangs up the phone, “fucking idiots.”
Ayeong peaks into the room, she sees the exhaustion in his eyes, the last Min to occupy this office had those same eyes. “Here you are,”
“Thank you,” He takes the cup and has a seat on the desk.
“Y/n is sweet, she reminds me of your mother when she was young, how did she get into this?”
“Her brother,” Yoongi replies bluntly, “her brother is Kim Seokjin.”
“Oh,” She can’t help but inquire further, “why is she with you and not with him?”
“I made a mistake,” The kind that ruins someone’s life.
“I think I’ve ruined dozens of lives, I know I have, but its never bothered me before, I thought I was used to it,” He confesses, “I used her to save her brother- I thought it would save him.”
She recoils a bit, surprised to hear Yoongi be that honest. “It didn’t?”
“I don’t know,” He recalls a tone similar to his if not harsher resonate in this room years ago, “here’s the messed up part, I don’t even know if I would have done things differently,”
“I know there’s a lot you have to carry, your father was the same way,” She sighs, “your mother was the only one who knew what he went through.”
“Huh,” He sighs, “you say that like he confided in her.”
“He did. I know what you saw from them was bad, but before you were born, your mother was actually happy to be with him,”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true. Did she never tell you how they grew apart?…” Yoongi’s furrowed brows indicates that he doesn’t know the whole story.
“She couldn’t have children for almost 3 years before she had you, that started to strain on their marriage. When she did get pregnant, they were so happy. But not long after you were born, he became obsessed with grooming you into his successor…your mother was against it.”
He knows this, how could he forget? His mother wanted one thing and his father wanted another. This life tends to blur things, push things aside and make you run, it’s painful to slow down and think.
“He got his wish.”
“When he took you and your mother away, we all feared for your life…I’m just glad your back home,” She smiles, brushing Yoongi’s hair out of his face, “and you brought a girl.”
“She’s not safe with anyone else,” He moves away from Ayeong’s hand, already picking up what she thought she subtly put down, “that’s the only reason she’s here.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t, I’m just glad to see you showing a little compassion, that’s all,” She pretends as is she want insinuating anything and she makes her way out of the door, “I’ll leave you to your work then.”
*
Staying at the estate has been plush and comfortable, you got used to it rather quickly. Hoseok came accompanied by their newest business partner, Akane. She only stayed for about a day, Hoseok stayed and then Yoongi left.
When Yoongi was at the estate, he spent his days neck deep in calls and meetings in his office, or gone for days on end. You haven’t had the chance to shadow him nearly as much, you’ve had no choice but to spend your days trying to be a normal person again.
Today is different, Jimin was teaching you how to fight someone with a knife. You were struggling to keep up, he was going really fast for some reason and before you could ask him to slow down, you were panting to catch your breath. Knife under your neck, flat on your stomach with an arm unnaturally twisted behind your back.
“Br- Break!” You utter out.
Jimin pulls away with a grunt.
“What would you have done had I actually been trying to kill you?” He tosses the pocket knife aside, “You’re promising in the initial attack but you lack tact when you get tired, your endurance is shit,”
You sit on your knees, glaring up at him.
“Stand up,” He gets in position, “we’ll build your endurance, fight like hell, don’t worry about hurting me, you won’t.”
You hit the floor after he sweeps your leg, he uses his legs a lot when he fights. But this time you get up in time to strike his face so hard that he instinctively grants you a powerful blow to your side.
“Ow!” You hold your side and keel over. But he doesn’t stop there, you haven’t said break yet. You grow more and more frustrated the more hits he lands on you. You don’t know if this is building your endurance more than it is him just letting you have it.
“Jimin, wait!” You take another hit and this time land flat on your face. “Ouch,” You feel liquid trickle from your mouth, “you busted my lip,”
“You didn’t say break,” He takes a moment to push back the stray hairs from his little ponytail and catch his breath, “your attacker won’t stop because you ask them to, they don’t care about messing up your pretty face, most of them don’t at least.”
“Yeah, neither do you,” You hold your mouth, “I want to stop for today.”
“You’re gonna quit because of a little blood? You slapped the shit out of me, you don’t see me complaining,”
“You said I couldn’t hurt you,” You shoot back.
“Of course I said that, it was to get under your skin,”
“It hurts,” You kneel down, holding your hands to your mouth, plucking his heart strings, “I might need stitches,”
“Is it really that bad?” You sense him walk up behind you. “Let me see-“
Here’s your chance.
You charge toward him with all of your strength and his back hits the ground, eliciting a wince of pain from his lips. You have him pinned under you, somehow. You have the knife he had thrown aside moments ago and now you’re holding it to his neck.
“What do I do when I get someone like this? Do I actually do it?” You stare down at him, eyes shaking. “Kill them?”
He swallows, eyes trained on your intense expression and rapid breathing. Proud would be an understatement for how he feels right now, turns out you’re actually learning something.
“I’m impressed, you finally got me.” He gives you props for this little stunt.
“Thanks,” you smile, more out of relief that your plan worked than from the compliment. You squeal when the position is reversed and you’re now flat on your back, it was a short lived victory.
“Kill them before they kill you,” He squeezes your wrist hard enough to make you drop the knife, “don’t give them an opportunity to turn the tables like this, your struggle will be in vain if you get yourself killed,” He takes your wrists and stretches them above your head and fear washes over your face, “you left yourself wide open, you had a knife to my neck, yeah, but my hands were free, my legs too if you count how easy it is to push you off,” He chuckles at the frustrated look on your face.
“You did good but you have to disarm the arms and the legs, then you have the upper-hand, you give them a reason not to move while giving yourself as much mobility as possible.”
“I get it,” You knit your brows, struggling to break free as he tightens his grip, “I get it, now get off!”
“I don’t think so,” He lets out a sinister laugh, “free yourself or say the word,”
“No,” You grit your teeth, “just kill me.”
He scoffs, letting you go out of sheer amusement.
“Just kill me? Wow,” He takes the wraps from his knuckles, “that’s what you would say to someone clearly trying to kill you?”
“You let go didn’t you? It was worth a shot,” You mumble, taking yours off as well.
Most of your days went by like this, some days you’d sneak off with Ayeong to talk, some nights you envy Jimin’s ability to leave the house as he pleased.
That night, Hoseok said they had to meet Yoongi at an auction. Something about the industry needing to see that they still had a presence. You asked if you could join them, it was unlike anything you’d ever prepared yourself for. Though, it reminded you of trip you took with Jungkook and Namjoon. But this time, you’re less scared to death.
“Can I ask you a question?” He shifts gears in the car, the acceleration making your heart jump a bit. Hoseok was picked up by a car, leaving you and Jimin and to find your own way.
“Did you really want to join the group? I didn’t think you’d want to live the rest of your life like this but when they told me you joined, I was surprised,”
You subconsciously pull down your dress, a little black dress you found in the spare clothes. The dress code was formal, so you did the works with make up all. “Why?”
“Our members are family, you’re like a sister to all of us,” He continues, “we’ll protect you with our lives and we expect you to do the same. It’s not an easy job.”
“I know that,”
“There are rules you have to follow, though, those rules are probably gonna change again soon, no one follows them like they used to,”
“Rules?” You peer at him, genuinely curious.
“Limited family contact, no going back to your old life or disclosing your true profession, no harming the innocent, no taking consuming the product that we sell, those are just a few of the old ones.”
You nod to yourself, already having considered those stipulations.
He never said you where he was going, he just an auction, not much more information than that. It puzzled you why you decided this was a good idea, you knew it wasn’t wise, but you didn’t want to be wise today, you wanted to be free. You wanted to taste freedom, to feel it.
“Jimin, what the hell are you doing here?!”
As soon as you arrived at the building, you knew where you were, a bar. Anxiety began to pool in your stomach, you weren’t used to this scene. Hostess obviously knew Jimin by the way she practically kissed him when he walked in.
“Mira, shh,” He giggles, keeping the woman from fully smothering him, “I’m glad to see you too but we gotta keep a low profile right now, take us to the gold.”
Mira? The woman who first saw you roaming in Namjoon’s base ages ago. She introduced you to Jiyoon, your punishment for being with two feet of Jungkook.
“Oh my gosh, you,” She clasps a hand over her mouth when her eyes land on you, “I thought you were dead.”
“No, I’m still very much alive somehow,” You laugh awkwardly, “why are you all the way out here?”
“Jimin got me this job,” She places a gentle hand on his shoulder, “I got tired of being pimped out, the house some of us girls stayed in was ransacked right after Namjoon left to join Yoongi, it was time for me to get out of that life anyway,” She shrugs, “I take it you’re out too?”
“Yeah,” You nod, moving to stand closer to Jimin.
“Good for us,” She smiles, “right?”
“Yeah, good for us…”
Mira leads you two to the back of the bar and to an elevator you would have never guessed was back there.
“Enjoy! I think they just started the first bid,” She waves goodbye as the elevator shuts.
Jimin stands tall, confident and relaxed, adjusting his collar a bit, “I didn’t know you knew Mira,” Jimin points out lowly.
“I really don’t know her know her,” You reply softly, “I ran into her a few times.”
“Why did you want to come?” He cuts to the chase, no beating around the bush. “I leave almost every night and you’ve never been interested in joining me before.”
The elevator doors open and once you walk down the hall, you see a grand room. It seems mikes long. You’re immediately offered a glass of champagne you feel Jimin’s hand on your lower back, keeping you beside him.
“I wanted to get out like you,” You take a sip, the frothy bubbles lingering on your lip before you lick it away quickly, “y’know, get some fresh air.”
“I’m glad you came, it gets a little lonely coming to these events all alone,” He combs his hair back with precise hand, “so thanks for joining us, Yoongi and the others should be here soon.”
As you two walked about, he explained the reason for coming to these events.
“It’s not only about the art, while it is a good investment, it’s about the buyers and sellers and their businesses. It’s a way to build, grow, and even end relationships.”
“So that’s what we’re here to do?” You conclude.
“Kind of,” He chuckles, “we’re here to let people know we’re still active, that’s about all they told me.”
You two stand at the bar where he orders an old fashioned in place of his champagne. He helps you sit on the stool and people-watch for a few minutes. You hat to admit it, but you marvel at the way Jimin looks so alluring, piquing the interest of everyone passing by. After about 5 minutes he’s on the second glass, he loves his liquor.
“Jimin,” You give him a shy smile, “Did you mean it when you called me self-absorbed?”
“Y/n, I was hurt when I said that,” He sighs, flashing that charming smile,“but yeah, you can be a bit selfish.”
“You scare me,” You glance away from him, “one minute you’re flirting the next you’re acting like you hate me, I don’t know what to believe…”
“You’re not innocent. You used me and I wanted to make sure you knew that, you keep living like things were just happening to you, like you have nothing to do with it. I wanted to prove a point, you’re partly to blame for your issues.” He attempts to justify his behavior but you don’t believe him.
“I did what I had to do to survive, you used me too,” It’s the truth. Your need to survive quickly morphed into an obsession with Jungkook’s protection, then Jimin’s attention. “You’re much worse than me actually...”
“I know, I do what I had to do to survive, always have,” He tongues at his cheek, “you played the damsel in distress role a little too well. I actually thought I started to love you, you led me on big time,”
“It wasn’t love,” You brush him off, “I don’t think anyone really loves me, not anymore...”
“Don’t say that,” He pinches your chin, forcing your eyes to stay trained on his, “I’ve always liked you…that’s why I have such a weak spot for you,”
“You have a weak spot for a lot of people, at least that’s what I’ve heard,”
“Oh yeah? what else have you heard?“ He tries not to sound too eager to know but it’s all over his face, he’s dying to know.
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t believe everything I hear,” you spare him the lengthy tangents Jungkook has gone on before, “you’re not a bad person, more misunderstood.”
“You’ve said that before, I think you might be lying,” He looks a you through half-lidded eyes, “you’re good at that.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” You snap, gulping down the last bit of your champagne, to Jimin’s surprise, “if I am a liar, it’s because of you, you all gave me no choice but to defend myself the only way I knew how, that’s not my fault...”
“I’m guessing lies are what lead to Jungkook breaking up with you, I assume that’s who cut things off,” He guesses correctly, “it’s a sore spot, I know, he must have gone too far, he’s always been that way,”
You look up at him, bottom lip tight between your teeth. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you try yo push them back. The mere mention of Jungkook is causing your body to respond in grief. You shut him out of your mind completely, just to give yourself time to process.
“Hey, I’m sorry, we don’t have to talk about that,” He backs off immediately, wiping under your eye with his thumb, “let’s dance.”
Somehow, that lead to 5 minute dance that turned into a 15 minute dance, as if Jungkook didn’t exist, as if you two were friends simply indulging in a night out. He tugged you closer and you wondered when he had totally lost his good sense, maybe on the second drink? He was talking, a lot. You don’t even know what he was saying, not a word.
“Now that we’re always together, I thought you’d get bored of me,” You whisper, arms wrapped around his neck as his hands hold you at an oddly appropriate distance, you catch him trying to hide his blush.
“Baby,” He mumbles, swaying a bit to bring himself some solace, “I could never get bored of you.”
“What’s up with Yoongi? I’ve been worried,” You ask suddenly, “I keep asking Ayeong when he’s coming back, I haven’t seen him…”
“Why? You have a little crush on him or something?” He giggles. Your expression makes it clear that you don’t find it funny.
“He’s fine…Well, as fine as he could be, I’m not supposed to talk about this with you but,” He swallows, “nevermind,“
“Talk to me about what?,” You hold his face, “what is it?”
“Hey, you two,” Hoseok comes out of nowhere, his flashy suit being as recognizable as ever, “head to booth 7, sit in the back row, Yoongi and I will be in the front with Akane.”
When you get to the booth, just as he instructed you two sit in the back but Jimin leaves you to go speak with someone. When you look beside you , your heart nearly stops. You’re sat next to a familiar face, one way too familiar for your liking.
“You’re a fan of Kimberly Blanc or are you also here for show?”
You know this guy.
“I’m Gwangmin, by the way,” he extends a hand to you, “and you are?”
“Uh, why do you need to know?” You swallow nervously, hoping he doesn’t recognize you.
“You’re undercover then. Do you have an alias? I bet it’s something badass, let me guess,” He smiles, and the man next to him with a practically identical face gives the same smile. Twins?
“They want us to put in a bid at a private booths,” Jimin lifts you to your feet, “excuse us.”
“I think I know that guy,” You look back at the man and his eyes linger on you.
“Yeah, that’s a problem, we want to be seen but not so much by people like him,” He leads you to not just a booth, but an entirely different room with less people but some who are obviously high profile.
That’s when you see Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Akane and their entourage sitting in a private area. Much like the other groups in here, everyone must have their own organizations. Yoongi is sat in the middle of the group with a burning cigarette between his fingers, Jimin goes up to greet him and you stand off to the sidelines. Taehyung is staring you down, but not in a flattering way, he looks too curious.
“Come sit, it’s about to start,” Jimin beckons you to sit beside him and you go over reluctantly.
Yoongi offers you a weak smile and you’re embarrassed to feel a blush coming on. You have to convince yourself that you don’t look out of place. This environment is suffocating and fascinating. Jimin told you that you may see a $20,000 painting being purchased but what’s actually being purchased is cocaine or artillery, you may never know.
“Here’s your number, sir,” A hostess hands Yoongi the number and he instantly hands it to Taehyung.
“You’re doing the bidding, you know this seller better than any of us,” Yoongi puts the cigar out in the ashtray, relieving you of the pungent smell.
“Look who just showed up,” Hoseok takes a long sip of champagne, “probably won’t even put in a bid.”
You look in the direction they’re all glaring in.
Jaebum, the man who kickstarted this all.
Not only him, but the two men who Hoseok and Jimin took you from, you don’t recall their names. And then the one who found you at the hotel in Japan, Jackson. You stomach is doing flips and your heart threatens to leap out of your chest. You feel anxiety, stress, it’s a trauma you’ve yet to face.
Worst part is, they see you.
“Yoongi, it’s good to see you back out after everything that’s happened,” Jaebum looks him over and his eyes just briefly land on yours, “I’m sorry for your loss, all of you.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi nods and you see Taehyung purse his lips, Hoseok and Jimin hang their heads low for a moment, am I missing something?
“Kim Namjoon,” He says his name, “I’ll actually miss the bastard,”
“You’re not the only one,” Yoongi takes a small sip of champagne, “it’s the name of the game, we’re all risking our lives here.”
“And Jeon? Who would have thought he’d land himself in prison, what a shame,” He sighs, “well, I’ll get back to my booth, maybe we can talk soon?”
“Soon,” Yoongi replies calmly.
I’m gonna be sick.
“I need to use the restroom,” You whisper to Jimin. You get out of your chair and scurry out as soon as the bid starts.
Namjoon is gone. Jungkook is in prison, Jaebum is back—this has to be some sick dream. You find the bathroom and throw yourself in an empty stall. So many emotions are coming at you, you feel a panic wash over you. Calm down, calm down—they can’t hurt you. Jungkook isn’t here but the others are, they won’t let it happen again.
“Pull yourself together,” You breathe in, fanning your face to cool down. With all the strength you can muster, you straighten yourself up and walk out of the bathroom. When you make it back to the room, the doors are closed, locked.
“Miss, that’s a private auction,” A hostess comes up to you, “is your party in there?”
“Yes, I just ran to the ladies room, can you open the door for me?“
“I’m sorry, but when these doors are locked, no one is permitted back in until the bid is over, you’re welcome to join other booths,” She smiles, pointing you in the direction of the public bids. You nod, not wanting to cause a scene or bring unwanted attention to yourself. All you can do is wait until the doors open.
*
“Where’s Y/n?” Yoongi looks and Jimin for an answer, who’s chatting it up with the hostess serving drinks, he’s touched her thigh at least three times.
“She went to the restroom, but they won’t let anyone back in until the bid is over,” He returns to his conversation. Normally, that wouldn’t bother Yoongi but one of Jaebum’s men left, that couldn’t be good.
“Tell him not to bid over 30k, I’ll be back,”Yoongi stands up, buttons his suit and heads out the side door despite the protests from Akane.
*
“Y/n?”
You look up at the call of your name, afraid to even see who it was.
“I never thought I’d see you here,” The familiar looking man walks up to you sitting idly by yourself, “do you remember me?”
You give him a strange look. “Do I know you?”
“Not very well, I did spend a lot of time watching your mom though, it’s Jackson, I met you that night, saved your moms life? Ringing any bells?”
“What do you want?” You tense, blood boiling just from the sight of him.
“Nothing,” He raise his hands in surrender, “I’m just surprised to see you here, I heard the news.” He makes his self comfortable beside you, “Namjoon was shot and killed, Jungkook was arrested, I guess you all were set up,”
“Did you have something to do with it?” You boldly accuse.
“That’s not our style, murder is-… messy,”
“But torture isn’t? Kidnapping isn’t?” You scoff. “Give me a fucking break, you’re all the same, I’m sure you would have murdered me if you had to, or for the right price, whichever came first.”
“Aren’t you apart of this now? First I see you in Japan almost a year ago, now your dolled up in the underground auction, you don’t just come here, these organizations are invited, so are you a member now or a dime piece to keep around? I thought you would have joined your brother.”
“Don’t talk to me,” You get up to leave him but he grabs your wrist, “get off!” You yelp, causing several eyes to land on you.
“Hey, quiet down, this is not that kind of place, word travels fast when you make a scene,” He looks around, lowering his voice, “I’m sure you don’t want that, I just want to talk, can we do that?”
“Fuck off,” You snatch your wrist away and storm your way back to the doors, hoping that they have been opened but you’re sadly mistaken. You look back and he’s hot on your trail, that’s when you run into an unexpected savior.
You gasp, Yoongi pulls you to his chest, easily shielding you from the man coming after you. When you peak over his shoulder, Jackson has made a quick detour and you look at Yoongi with panicked eyes. “Y- Yoongi, that man, he’s the one who-“
“Not here,” He whispers against your ear. He drags you off to the bathroom you just came from. The women inside quickly exit when they see him. He takes a quick peak to see if there are any legs under the stall, when it’s confirmed that it’s clear, he looks at you as if you had just broken the most expensive vase in the house.
“What the fuck are you doing? There are rules down here, you talk to those in your rank, but he can’t talk to you if you’re with me,” He presses his temples, “they didn’t tell you?”
“No,” You look down at your feet, embarrassment sweeping over you, “but he knows where my mom is, he said he’s been watching her.”
“I told you where she was long time ago, she’s safe, why are you so worked up?”
“He was there! He was there when this all started,” You cradle your head as if you’re in agony. “He took her after they almost killed her…I could kill him,”
“You can’t settle your grudges here,” He tries to guide you back out but you stubbornly stand there, “let’s go.”
You leer at him, tomato red in the face and arms crossed tightly. “Jaebum is here…How can you all just sit there like nothing ever happened?”
“You have every reason to be upset, but bitching about it won’t solve anything. If you can’t handle confronting your past, Jimin can take you back,” he grabs your hand for the second time, “now, let’s go.”
“I’m not a child! You’ve been keeping me out of the loop like I’m a child. You say I’m a member but you keep everything from me, only me! Are you the one that told Jimin not to tell me about Namjoon getting killed and Jungkook being in prison? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I have my reasons for that, lower your voice and I can explain it to you-“ You cut him off with an even louder volume.
“No! Because why don’t I deserve to know?! You are just like Jin, you don’t see me as apart of this group, and you know what? I never wanted to be! I wanted to survive, if that meant joining you crazy motherfuckers, I didn’t care about loyalty or reputation or even family, I just wanted to live.”
You pause, gauging for a reaction but you’re only met with dark eyes, that grow darker the more you speak. “Are you done?”
“Fuck no,” You sneer, “I could go on for hours actually, because my life is just that fucked up! I’m like you, Jin, and everyone else here,” You take a breath, “you should just let me die, it’s better than letting me pretend I could actually belong here, I don’t belong anywhere anymore .”
The sounds of footsteps approach the bathroom and he quickly pulls you into an empty stall. What he does next leaves you speechless—he hugs you.
His arms enclose around your waist and he presses his face into shoulder. What is happening? You timidly return his embrace, his grip gets tighter, releasing a swarm of butterflies in your belly. You let your fingers get a feel of his now long hair resting on his nape, it’s silky.
He’s warm, and he envelopes your body—it’s comfort. Your eyes slip shut as you relish in the sweet feeling of being held once again.
You hear a few gasps and giggles from the outside of the stall that quickly grow distance. His fingers dig into your back to pull you flush to him, you can feel his steady heart beat against your chest. A smile creeps up onto your lips, he does have one.
He’s human.
Who would have thought?
“Yoongi?…” You say his name in the smallest voice, resting your palms on his chest to create a bit of distance.
“I can’t lose you too,” He draws back to gaze into your wide eyes, “I lost my best friend, your brother, damn near everything…I couldn’t save them so please, I’ll get you out of this but until then, just let me have this, let me save you.”
Your eyes are glued to his eyes and pink lips, he looks almost delicate. It’s amazing, you’re in awe of the gentle Yoongi that has been revealed to you.
You take his hand from your side and hold it to your face, finally feeling just how big it is, “save me from what?…”
He looks at you, face just centimeters from your own. When he opened his mouth to speak, you took a chance—you kissed him.
He’s softer than he looks.
He’s warmer than he seems and the bitter tang of cigars fades as quickly as you taste it.
His nose is cold against your cheek, just as you expected. What you don’t expect is for your face to be tilted up by both his hands to tenderly meet him, or for his lips to part further, seeking more. Seeking you.
This is crazy, he knows it’s crazy and maybe a little tacky. This is not what the boss is supposed to be doing, he’s not supposed to do this. He is expected to have prostitutes and escorts but not love, affection, he is expected not to rely on those things. His father said he didn’t need it to survive. No doting hand, or comforting words from a sweet voice—he was trained to live without it.
Now, long gone are his fathers teachings, he could care less. He notes that your skin is plush, that your breathing is rhythmic, pleasant to hear and to feel a heat apart from his own.
Is this what he’s been missing? This type of juvenile spontaneity.
When you fail to push down a mewl, he slows his assault. He knew his mind was growing hazy, his own lips felt bruised and tingly the longer he went on. It all ends with an audible smack that should embarrass you, but you can’t think about that now. Yoongi kissed you back, as if he had been waiting to. Has he thought about this? He could have rejected you but he chose to let it happen. He deepened it, he made a real kiss out of it, you suppose you did too…
“Y/n, God,” He thumbs your bottom lip, inspecting its rich color color as your eyes finally flutter open.
Your cheeks are flush and his eyes trace over your puffy lips. “Why-…Why did you do that?” He questions you with labored breath, brows furrowed.
“You did it back…” You counter his question with a statement, then your previous question, “you didn’t answer my question, what are you trying to save me from?…”
His answer is sobering.
“From me.”
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“We’re so glad you could make it, it’s been so long,” Verona takes a pointed sip of her glass, “you look great.”
Melinda was invited to the family estate for dinner, they had no choice, you and Jin were no longer options.
“Thank you, I see your family has grown, you have 5 now, good for you,”
“Well, you know what they say, don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” she feigns that cheeky smile once again.
“That is what they say,” Melinda, glances at all the old faces at the table.
“So,” Henry interjects the awkward exchange, “I know your son studied medicine, what’s he up to now?”
“He’s a traveling physician,”
“You must be proud,” He tries to draw out a smile from her but he’s only met with a cold expression.
“Very,” She forces a smile, “now could you tell me the real reason you called me here? You all have never reached out to me before, unless you’ve wanted something.”
“Our mother passed away recently,” he explains cautiously, “we had a lawyer come and go through her estate, which is extensive as you know, Y/n needed to be here to represent her mother. Because we couldn’t contact her, we had to have the will reading a few weeks ago, without her. Is there a reason we can’t get ahold of her?”
How could they not have known?
“Y/n was kidnapped a year ago, she has been missing and there’s been nothing I could do about it until recently,” her stomach churns just thinking about it, “there’s an agent looking for her now, I can’t get in contact with her, I wouldn’t even know where to start in attempting to.”
“How did that happen?”
She glares. “There’s a lot you all don’t understand, and I’m not going to waste my time explaining it to you.”
“Melinda,” Verona has an almost comical look of shock on her face, “you should have told us sooner.”
“And what would that have done?” She questions. “Nothing, you would have don’t absolutely nothing, in fact you probably would have celebrated know you selfish bastards.”
She’s not wrong.
Ignoring the insult, Henry seeks to save the already fumbled conversation. “Will you let us know when or if she is found?”
“Why? You all don’t deserve to know anything about her, you all don’t even claim her, and she knows it!” Melinda angrily stands to her feet, already fed up with this family, “the only person who loved her on this side of her family is dead, what could you all possibly want from her now? You want her dead too?”
“Our sister made some mistakes,” Verona stands to her feet, “getting with your brother was one of them, now Y/n is paying for it,”
“Shut the fuck up, Verona, you don’t get to talk about my family, especially Y/n,” She defends, “my brother loved his wife before and after Y/n was born, he did everything he could to protect her and he loved her to death. None of you would understand that, you’re the most screwed up family I have ever met.”
The room goes silent, awkward glances are exchanged and Melinda decides to quit wasting her time.
“I’m not doing this shit,” she storms out of the dining hall, grabbing her purse from the foyer and going to her car.
“Wait,” Verona yells for her, but she’s already in the car and pulling out of the driveway, “Melinda! Renounce the inheritance, she may already be dead by now!”
All this time, Melinda has had to deal with your being missing for a year, all alone. Another gang had her under their thumb for months, threatening to kill you if she spoke out. One day they just disappeared. That one day when she was able to speak to you, she was finally able to breathe again because she knew you were alive. She’s heard nothing since then.
She has since moved, found a new job and spends her days setting up your bedroom for when you return.
She makes it to her home with a quickness, glad to be as far from them as possible. When she walks in the door, she flicks the light on.
A shriek leaves her mouth at the sight of a man sitting comfortably in her living room. As soon as she makes out who that man is, her shock turns to anger when he stands to reveal himself.
“It’s been a long time, aunt Mel.”
She drops her purse and without much of a second thought, her hand flies across his face with all of the strength she can muster.
Her nephew.
“Shit,” He holds his face and an man comes behind her to grab her arms, “Wei, don’t touch her!” He steps back from her with no protest.
“Go wait in the car, she’s my aunt, not the enemy,” Wei leaves and the door shuts with a loud click.
“How dare you,” She stares at him, “how dare you show your face here after everything you’ve done, where the hell is your sister? I know this mess has everything to do with you.”
“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” He uses his handkerchief to wipe the little bit of blood from his lip, “I was hoping we could talk.”
“Where is she?”
“That’s what I came here to talk to you about, would you have a seat, please?”
She reluctantly complies, taking a seat on the ottoman. “Talk, I’ve had a long night,”
“Alright,” Jin pushes his hair back, “I’ll first have you know, I don’t know exactly where she is. I recently came into a higher position, that costed me a lot of relationships,”
“How do you not know where she is then? You’re the reason she’s gone,”
“Correction, our father is the reason both of us are involved in this. We were together for not even a day before she was taken, we got back together, then we were separated again.”
“If she’s not with you then who is she with?”
“A big shot mafia recently lost a large portion of their organization to me—they have her, she actually chose to join them.”
Melinda frowns. “Why would she do that?”
“Within an entire year, I’m sure you can imagine someone took a liking to her,” Jin sneers, “bottom line is, she didn’t want to stay with me, she chose them.”
“And you let her?”
“I can’t make her do anything.”
“She probably had no choice, Jin, I’m sure you both chose your own selfish way, I know that much.”
“Look, I came here to talk about potentially bringing her back to you, ok? I don’t want to fight,” He takes a seat, legs crossing elegantly.
“Every since I was a teenager,” She abruptly goes to the kitchen to pour the hardest liquor that she owns, two glasses, “I’ve kept my brothers life a secret, now I’m keeping my nephews life a secret, and you’re my family so I do it without hesitation.” She sets a glass beside Jin.
“You’ve turned my life upside down, do you know how many fucking stories I’ve had to make up because I had some lowlife thug threatening to kill her if I said she was kidnapped m? Come to find out, they didn’t even know where she was so I wasted so much time under their thumb.”
“Ah, you’re talking about Jaebum, the man that started this all, he’s actually been pushing my buttons a little lately,” Jin sighs, “but I assure you, he doesn’t have a clue where she is because neither do I.”
“Whether you believe me or not, I do want Y/n back to her regular life, I regret I ever brought you two into this,” For the first time, Jin offers what seems like a an apology, “I lost a lot and gained a lot, the least I can do is make amends with you, so please, trust me.”
“Jin, I won’t talk until you promise me you’ll bring your sister—my daughter, home.”
“Melinda, I can’t make any promises.”
“Promise me damn it!” She exclaims, throwing the now empty glass down, “My brother worked for the rest of his life to provide for us and shield her from that hell, he made sure no one even knew about us! As soon as he dies, you decide to have bad blood with everyone and we had to pay for it,”
“What do you think I had to go through?!” Now Jin is standing, vein bulging from the elevated volume of his voice. “My mother abandoned me, I didn’t grow up like Y/n, she at least had you. He forced me into this, while he was sending money to you, I was the one in hell. He was a consigliere but that doesn’t mean the job wasn’t messy, his friends changed to enemies more often than you would believe,” He takes a deep breath before sitting back down, “don’t lecture me about what you’ve gone through, we all have to deal with this shit because of him, I’m just trying to fix what I can.”
Jin rarely brings his childhood up, or lack there of. He’s a victim of this business too, just as much as you or anyone else. But know one will give him that, so, he might as well work until he’s reached the top. And he has.
“I miss her, I think about her everyday,” Tears begin to roll down her rosy cheeks, “I just want her to be safe, you can live your life the way you please but I only ask that you bring her back, if not for me then for your dad, so he can rest in peace.”
“She has to want to come home, but she’s in a bit of a bind, there’s this guy.”
“A guy?”
“I’ve known him for years, she ended up running into him and now they’re a thing, he’s literally obsessed with her. He’s convinced her that he’s the only one that can take care of her, she was vulnerable so she believed it. He’s why I haven’t been able to get her home. The good news is, he’s locked up, the bad news is, now she trusts the group and ran away from me.”
“Why is he locked up?”
“I can think of many reasons why but that’s not important, you just need to know that if he gets out, he’ll be looking for her. Until then, I’m going to try to contact her and let her speak with you, I’m sure that’ll convince her to leave them.”
“Ok, ok,” She wipes her tears, “what do I have to do until then? I want to do something to help.
“You can make sure her family doesn’t renounce her inheritance.”
“They called you too then,” She shakes her head in disbelief, “they’re so desperate for her to be dead, it pisses me off,”
“Yeah, seems like she was left with a little more cash than they expected,” Jin chuckles to himself, “either way, if it all goes as planned she me home within weeks.”
“Thank you, Jin,” Melinda embraces Jin for the first time in years, “seriously, you don’t know how much I appreciate this,” She breathes a true sigh of relief, “I want you both to be safe, you’re my nephew too, I’m sorry if I haven’t shown you that.”
He embraces her with a genuine smile, the first genuine smile he’s had in a awhile. “We’re family, we’re a little broken but we’re still family, I’m on your side.”
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“Breakfast is served.”
The officer slides the tray through the window, giving the inmate some of the best food selections in the prison. It is all in vain though, he barely even picks at it.
“Hey, instead of being a picky little shit, you should eat, you have a visitor,” The guard lets out a heavy scoff. Prisoners in maximum security rarely get such treatment, the guy should be grateful.
“Who?”
“He speaks,”
The guard mocks him.
“Who is it?”
“You’ll see,”
He decides to drink the concentrate orange juice but leave the rest. He hasn’t had much of an appetite, how could he?
“Let’s go,” The officer comes back with two others and cuffs. He extends his wrist and the cuffs make that gnawing sound. The man is walked out of his cell, adorned in all navy prison suit that his tattooed body contrasts.
“Have a seat,” They push him into the room and chain his cuffs to the table as soon as he sits.
“You’re scared I’m gonna do somethin’? Whoever this fucker is, I’m sure they’re prepared to defend themselves if I do decide to do something,” He scoffs, sporting that cocky glint in his eyes that the officers have grown to despise.
“Is that a threat?”
Jungkook gives a haughty shake of the head. “Never,”
“Just shut up, your visitor is waiting,” The guard leaves the room, more annoyed than he was before. Maybe this visitation will make him less of an asshole.
There are officers watching from behind the glass and through the monitors. The prisoners looks at the cameras that were supposed to be well hidden and gives a little wave, the one-way mirror gets a cheeky smile.
When the door opens, he’s prepared for anyone to walk through that door. His enemy’s, a friend, a state-appointed lawyer wishing to discuss his case, even Namjoon.
He was prepared for anyone but her.
His eyes went wide, mouth agape and mind void of all thoughts. She stands only so tall, hair dark as night, just like his. She hasn’t changed a day, she still has that youthful face, not the face of a tired mother but a happy woman.
“Jungkook,” She takes a seat across from him and immediately holds his nearly trembling hands, “I never wanted to see you like this, this is what I was always afraid of, you used to say your group took care of you-…If that’s true, then why are you here?”
I’m dreaming.
“Jungkook,” She stares into his eyes, brows furrowed, “please, say something,”
Why would she come to see me?
“Mom, it’s been years…” He utters that name for the first time in years, “how did you know I was here?”
“Junghyun told me everything, the accident, now this,” She takes a breath, “I was so worried about you...”
Of course, he’s behind this.
“Is he here?” Jungkook’s look of awe quickly turns into a displeased one.
“Yes, he brought me here.”
“Let me talk to him,”
“Jungkook, you’ve barely talked to me,” Her heart aches a bit at his cold exterior slowly glazes him over, “he told me you were shot.”
“Grazed.” Jungkook corrects her, “I was grazed, not shot.”
“Ok, what’s the difference? you’re hurt either way. He said you were in an accident with your girlfriend a few months ago and that’s the last time he saw you?”
“Why did he tell you that?” His frown becomes even deeper, so identical to that face he used to make as a kid.
“I asked him about you, and he said you were really distraught when you were separated from her, I can imagine that you’re having a hard time right now.”
Jungyhun pulled out everything he could to get Jungkook to buckle.
“You don’t know the half of it, Mom, you really don’t, he shouldn’t have dragged you into this. I don’t have a girlfriend anymore and even if I did it wouldn’t matter, because I don’t know where anyone is,” He lets out a sigh of frustration, “Now please, let me talk to Jungyhun,”
She can’t hide her disappointment when he practically dismisses her. It’s been years since they’ve spoken, ages. Meeting in prison is certainly not ideal but she never expected him to act disinterested at the sight of her.
“Why are you being like this? You don’t want to talk to me?…” Her voice breaks.
“I’m in prison, ma,” He states the obvious, “I don’t have anything and I don’t know what’s going on,” he hesitates for a moment, “what could we possibly talk about?”
“I- I don’t know,” She recoils, hands moving to her lap and away from her son, “I missed you…You’re so tall now, you have all this ink on your arms, but you have that same face, just like your father-”
“I don’t even remember what he looks like.”
It was true.
“I missed you, Jungkook, I love you.”
“I used to miss you too,” He sighs to himself, “I missed you the moment you left, then I came to my fucking senses.”
She should have known.
“If you would have stayed with me, maybe we wouldn’t be here.”
He used to take everything personally, he still does.
“Are you blaming me for this?... That’s not fair, Jungkook, I asked you not to live like this, I begged you to stop.”
“I couldn’t, even if I wanted to and you knew that.” His fists tighten in the cuffs, his eyes darken too.
“Well was it worth it? Swearing your loyalty to those people?”
“They’re my family! they’ve been there for me,” He furrows his brows, “when you were gone, they took me in, they will always be worth it.”
“I’m your family, Jungkook,” She utters in a shaky tone, “your brother and I, we’re your blood, we love you-“
“Please,” He holds his face with both hands, tension resonating from the back of his neck to the front of his head, “just let me talk to Junghyun,”
She leaves the room, pushing back tears.
“He wants to talk to you,”
With a heavy sigh, the older of the Jeons makes his way into the room and Jungkook eyes him like prey. “What are you trying to do here? Give her a fucking heart attack?”
This kid.
“What am I trying to do? Jungkook, you’re unbelievable,” Junghyun sits down, looking just like the angry sibling in front of him.
“Why did you bring her here? Who put you up to this?”
“You're in prison, and you haven’t seen Mother in years, I thought you’d be happy to see her, hell, given the circumstances, I thought I’d get at least a thank you,”
Jungkook glares up at him.
“It’s not easy for her to see you like this y’know, no mother wants this for their child, how could you treat her so cold?”
Jungkook offers no response.
“I found out that you’re more than just a gang member, you’re what they call ‘high ranking’. I talked to the chief and they want to prosecute you for your extensive rap sheet.”
He squirms in his seat, eyes cutting from his brother to the camera in the corner.
“If you work with me, the chief is willing to cut a deal with you.”
“Why are you cozy with him?”
“I’m in the government, I’m the director of health a welfare,” Junghyun walks around the table, “I’m in high places and I know people, I want to help you.”
“Why would you help me? Aren’t I a disgrace? You’ve always lived life as if you’re ashamed of me, what’s the sudden change of heart?”
“I’m not ashamed of you, you pushed me and your mother away,” Junghyun sighs, “the lawyer will come talk to you in the morning, we can negotiate a plead deal if you agree to share some information.”
“Not interested, thanks.”
“Jungkook, stop being stupid! This life, it’s screwed you over and you’re alone. No one is coming to save you and the only people who give a damn enough to be here is your real family.”
He won’t admit it but he has been waiting for three months to wake up and see Namjoon getting him out of this place. A week turned to two weeks, then three, then a month, then three months. Not a word, not a message, nothing.
“Do you want to see Kim Y/n?”
Jungkook’s demeanor shifts noticeably.
“One of the best agents is looking for her now, once they find her-“
“You can’t bribe me with her.”
That actually comes as a shocker to the older Jeon but he doesn’t show it.
“You're not with her anymore?”
“Why does it matter to you?“
All of a sudden, the door opens and a tall woman with bangs and eye catching full red lips walks in.
A set up.
“Mr. Jeon, I’m agent Lisa Ban, I’ve been heading a case for Kim Y/n, according to hospital records, 10 months ago Ms. Kim was checked into the ER because of a car accident, with you. Do you know where she is right now?”
Jungkook stares at the woman as if she’s spouting out gibberish.
“Was she with you against her will?”
Still, Jungkook just stares at her.
“Sir, Ms. Kim was seen with you, the nurse on staff said you two appeared to be in a relationship, is that true?”
“Jungkook, answer the questions,” Junghyun exasperates, “why’re you being so damn difficult?”
“Mr. Jeon, she went missing a year ago and since then, she has only been seen with you. You have nothing to gain from this, you’re in prison and we need your help to find her, if you cared about her you would help.”
“I can’t help you.”
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ok so day 2 of trying to reach the bts fanfic people that followed me last time because i deleted my first account because i’m dumb
small little tidbits about my fic idea that i wrote down on my first account that i’m rewriting here
an as always: chubby!reader
reader’s cat absolutely hates everyone except yoongi because cat solidarity
while taehyung brings them to BTS to figure out what to do, the reader basically waits around in a seating area holding their cat by the armpits and baby talking to them. and since taehyung was the one that brought them in, no one is gonna tell them off
namjoon is the head of the BTS organization (obviously) and makes all the deals and BIG decisions including letting the reader stay
jin is the right hand man that works closer to their “employees” even though namjoon does his best to be friendly with everyone he can
yoongi is the information dude, whatever you need to know he’s on it. he keeps tabs on whatever enemies BTS might have and any plans they make to cut them down
jhope and jimin are basically PR people and try to keep their reputation good, i haven’t decided whether BTS is like a mafia disguised like a business, or just straight up an organized crime syndicate thing
taehyung, like i said in my other post, is the hitman or hired killer. he’s not the only one, but he’s the best they have
jungkook i think is just gonna be some kid that jin vouched for, he doesn’t have a specific role to play, he’s more like a errand boy. i think i’m gonna make him the reader’s first friend and the one who first voted for the reader to stay at BTS’s HQ
since BTS basically has no idea what to do with the reader, they basically just stick them in a room and hope for the best
since the reader is a college student (i haven’t decided the major yet) they ask to keep their school stuff at the BTS base because their professors will not take “i’ve been taken by the mafia” as an excuse because the education system, am i right america
reader literally does not give a shit, at least they don’t have to pay rent anymore
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POV: Suga as a mafia boss🤭
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