#gangster jhope

[crazy4myself]

No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

“I don’t know if I'm capable of dating with my lifestyle. It's not only a safety hazard, but I don't know if I’m capable of giving you any more of myself than I already have. I think about you all the time. And I love spending time with you. But our friendship, where we were before that kiss, it’s all I know how to give people.”

He turned to you, eyes searching your face for any signs of hurt or betrayal, but he couldn’t read your expression as you quietly whispered, “And what if I told you that’s enough?”

Jungkook parted his lips but was at a loss for words.

“I’ve never really dated,” you explained, “And I don't think I know how to. And school is so stressful, and the program is only going to get more complex. I’m not sure I have time to learn and figure out the ‘right’ way to do it.” You paused as you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you realized how contradictory you were sounding.

“I like you, Jungkook. I like what we have, and I liked kissing you. But before now, I didn’t think I could date you. Not because of the whole ‘gang’ thing. But because I think-” your voice cracked, “I think something in me broke when I lost Daewon. I never,” You paused to swallow.

“I will never let anyone in like that again because it hurt so bad when I lost her. And we weren’t even together romantically. So, imagine how bad it would hurt to lose a partner?” a hot tear rolled down your cheek, and Jungkook reached up to wipe it. You leaned into the comforting heat of his touch as his callused thumb rubbed soothingly on your cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is we both clearly have boundaries and walls. And we both suck at keeping the other out of some of them. So what if we loved eachother in whatever fucked up way we know how and at least reap the benefits of having shitty partners?” You offered with a hesitant smile.

“The benefits being?” Jungkook asked with a quirked brow.

Mischief glinted in your eyes as you smiled at him before lifting onto your knees and crawling towards him on the couch. Jungkook knew this conversation wasn’t over. He knew he should stop you and assure you that nothing about you was broken for being cautious about who you loved. He wanted to tell you that you were good and kind and would make an incredible partner in any capacity, and he was worried he wouldn’t deserve what you were willing to give. But his mind went blank as you inched so close that he could feel your breath against his face as you murmured, “I can think of a few.”

You moved confidently but still grazed your lips against his in the softest touch as if asking for permission.

Jungkook leaned forward, capturing you in the kiss and pulling you into his lap. It was just as hungry as last time, as if he had been waiting to taste you again. Jungkook felt his body come alight at the joy of feeling you pressed against him. His hands rubbed eagerly against your thighs before wandering up your sides, your arms, and your shoulders as he took all of you in.

The touch wasn’t as much for pleasure as it was a claiming. But still, you skin tingled in response. A trail of goosebumps rose in the wake of every brush of his callused hands.

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. Pressing your forehead against his, you both smiled like idiots as you took eachother in.

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. As if the raw desperation passed, he would savor every second now that he had you. His hands were firmly on your waist, and his thumbs rubbed in a soothing motion, lower, and lower as they crept under the hem of your shirt.

You felt core core turning molten and couldn’t reflect back on the last time you had been with someone in this way.

Jungkook’s mouth was hot against your neck, trailing down from behind your ear lower and lower, looking for the spot that made-

You gasped and arched against him in pleasure, your chest pressing harder against his.

There it was, his mind thought in primal satisfaction, as he bit down right above your pulse point, making you writhe against him further. He had been replaying the sounds you made during your last kiss in his head an embarrassing number of nights he was alone. He wanted to map your body right now and learn every spot that made you sigh and moan for him. His hands had migrated further up your ribcage, your skin flushing hot beneath his touch as his thumbs swiped just below your bra.

He was about to reach around to unclasp it when a cough from the kitchen cut his ministrations short. You both turned in shock to see Yoongi placing an expresso pod in the coffee machine.

“J-Hope is in the garage you might wanna,” he waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture to separate. “Or don’t,” he said with a shrug, “I think his reaction would be funny.”

You were scrambling off Jungkook's lap and shoving a pillow between the two of you. Your lips were swollen and bruised from the kiss. You straightened your shirt, which was more rumpled from your earlier fight than anything, and placed a pillow between the two of you as if to protect your chastity with seconds to spare before the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps echoed from the garage. You locked eyes with him as soon as he made it in the entryway. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he entered the room.

“What happened?” He demanded.

Jungkook calmed his breathing, grabbing the pillow barrier to instead place on his lap as he reminded himself that the bakery was attacked. Hoseok had no clue that Jungkook was just kissing his best friend and that he was not in danger.

“Hobi!” you were up in an instant, ignoring his foul temper as you wrapped your arms around him.

He caught your embrace effortlessly, his eyes tracking you and then noting Jungkook and his new emotional support pillow as he squeezed you tightly before letting you step back.

“Are you okay?” you both ask in unison before cracking a smile.

“I’m fine I just had to lay low. What happened at the bakery tonight?” Hoseok pushed.

Your smile faltered for a moment. “There was an ambush, they didn’t touch me. I can’t say the same for them, but they’ll be fine.” you started.

Hoseok’s brow rose at your implication, “You took out four of the Black Tips best men?” he asked. He didn’t sound disbelieving, he sounded… impressed and maybe a little proud.

“Only two, and I wouldn’t call them the best. Why are you here if you’re in hiding?” you asked, ignoring the way his approval warmed you chest. “And why were you in hiding? And when did you dye your hair?” you pushed. Reaching up to touch the murky black locks. It was obviously box-dyed and barely covered the bright red it was days earlier.

Hoseok smiled tight-lipped before moving to the couch, “I’ll tell my story if you promise to tell yours when Jin and RM get back.” He offered.

You refrained from pointing out that the reason you were at the Den in the first place was to do exactly that. You were too eager to get some answers from Hoseok. Who quickly filled you in on the details of the fake assassination attempt that ended in a not-so-fake assassination charge. That led to Hoseok and Yoongi hiding out in some shitty safe house an hour outside the city, living off Raman noodles and re-dying their hair to more subtle colors.

By time Hoseok had finished, the other members of BTS began filing in. Hoseok told you they had only been called out of hiding so Yoongi could manage the video footage of the bakery and nearby security cameras for the police department and insurance claims. Jin wanted to edit out any evidence of a gang-related interrogation, or else their relationship was going to get a lot more complicated with the local authorities.

But apparently, there was no need. Yoongi was fuming when he returned from his office, informing the others that while the security cameras were able to stream live footage to their system, the memory had been wiped from BTS’s computers.

He still had to cover their tracks of abducting the Black Tips on any city cameras. But otherwise the gang was relying on you as the sole witness to the night's events.

Well, you and the four Black Tip members who attacked you. The men were currently stored away in a safe house under the greenhouse on the Den’s property. But with the excessive exposure to Jimin’s smoke, there was a chance their memories would be unreliable, if not nonexistent.

Jimin couldn’t even estimate a wake time for the men due to the level of gas they inhaled. It could be days before anyone could get answers out of them.

When Jin and Jimin finally returned from filing their reports to the authorities, everyone settled in the living room to hear your account. You recalled the night's events as detailed as possible, telling them how the man in the suit tried to buy your loyalty from BTS and describing him to the best of your ability.

To your relief, they all listened quietly while you spoke, and when you were done, it was V who helped you fill in any gaps you may have missed by prompting you with questions. His presence was steady and soothing, and you realized he was giving you a glimpse of the spider at work. The others didn’t dare interrupt him or ask their own questions, they trusted him to gather every drop of information.

What did the man in the suite look like?

Did he ask about BTS’s current movements?

What ‘sins against the city’ did he want to hold BTS responsible for?

What information did he want you to report back?

You didn’t have any answers to half of those questions, confessing you spent most of your time stalling and trying to get the man to reveal why he was bribing you of all people. You were convinced at the time that the alarm had alerted BTS of your situation and that they would arrive at any minute. The thought of the man getting away didn’t seem like a possibility.

And a small part of you, despite promising yourself you owed BTS nothing outside of your contract, couldn’t help but feel like this oversight was a failure on your part. Somehow, you let the gang down.

Jin clarified that the alarm had been disabled along with the cameras hours prior to the break-in. It was by luck and V’s intel that they managed to get to you when you did.

“And isn't that a big fucking problem?” Hoseok growled, unable to stay quiet any longer.

He stepped forward, glaring in Jin and Jimin’s direction, “Do you realize how irresponsible it was to schedule her on a closing shift alone.” He accused.

“Hobi, it’s fine I worked late all the time at my last job,” you started trying to diffuse the situation.

Everyone in the room refrained from pointing out how well that had gone for you.

“No, it’s not fine. This isn’t like your other job. What if they tried to get information from her at that moment, and she had nothing to give? What if V didn’t call in time? There are a thousand different ways this could have gone wrong. She is not a member of this gang,” Hoseok snapped.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

“She doesn’t have the tattoo. Debt and favors aside, she should not be this deep in BTS’s affairs. She should not be alone in our businesses. That bakery is a cover for Jimin’s lab and loitering drug money. Why the hell would you think it okay to leave her alone there?” He continued.

Jin’s face was like a stone as Hoseok lectured him, not wanting his own emotions to invalidate his brothers. “You're right.” Jin agreed, and you could see the full weight of tonight's events take a toll on him as his shoulders sagged and he turned to you with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I put you in danger, Ella. We will never let it happen again.” Jin promised his voice was soft but earnest.

“It sure as hell won’t because she’s not working for you anymore.” Hoseok snapped.

“That's not your call to make,” you argued.

Hoseok turned to you, frustration evident on his face, “Do not fight me on this. You know tonight was too dangerous.”

“She was the dangerous part of tonight. She was fine.” Jungkook pushed, standing next to you.

“Stay out of this!” You and Hoseok snapped in unison.

Jungkook’s face puckered like he tasted something sour, but he sat back on the couch's arm.

“Tonight, you were lucky that man wanted you alive. He could change his mind at any point why can’t you see the danger in that.”

“I'm bound by contract to keep working off my debt,” you argued as you turned to RM for backup.

RM crossed his arms, taking in you and Hoseok as he contemplated his response.

“Blood debt runs deeper than civil law,” Hoseok said before his leader could voice his opinion. And a tense stillness fell across the room.

“Have you forgotten she’s on the No Harm List? That we are supposed to be willing to die for her.” he pushed. The whole gang's demeanor changed at the reminder Jimin downcast his gaze as his shame sank into his gut.

“I don’t want that,” you pushed, horrified, “Take me off the list I don’t - I did not ever want that.”

“Daewon, please, why won’t you let me protect you!”

The room fell quiet as his sister's name echoed through the room.

Your chest ached as understanding settled in, “Oh, Hobie,” you sighed.

“We’ll take a vote,” RM ordered, unable to stand another minute of this fighting. “We have damage control to take care of, and everyone is tired. We meet first thing, and we will decide as a team what we should do about Ella.”

Hoseok’s smile was mirthless at his boss’s half-ass attempt to placate him. “See you bright in early,” he said with a salute before turning for the garage.

You stared after your best friend, hesitant to follow him. “And do I get a say in that decision?” you asked RM softly.

RM sighed, “Your opinion will be considered when we vote. You will have full control over how we go about re-negotiating your contract if it comes to it.”

Assuming that was the best you could get, you sighed, eyes flicking over to Yoongi who flanked RM’s left, his arms crossed and his expression stoic.

“I guess I’ll go catch up with Hobi,” you offered hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Yoongi met your eyes but said nothing. Taking Yoongi’s silence as his answer, you squeezed Jungkook’s hand in a silent farewell before you followed Hoseok to the garage.

Hoseok kept his eyes forward as you approached his vehicle. He was sitting in his Porsche the engine purred a soft accompaniment to the rhythmic thump of his music.

“Can I catch a ride?” you asked, already settling into the passenger's seat and buckling before he could give an empty “Sure.” in response.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you as he sped out of the Den’s parking lot and into the streets of the seventh ward. His options were limited if he was still a wanted man, and you figured you would end up at your apartment by the end of the night.

“We need to pick up another box of hair dye. Whoever did yours did a shitty job,” you said, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The unique thing about your friendship with Hoseok was you two were forced to mourn together when you were getting close. Meaning you both had a talent for ignoring the elephant in the room and settling into a normal life where you talked around the big issue.

It wasn’t always healthy to ignore your problems like that. But for you and Hoseok, it worked. After big changes like this, you both had a habit of turning off your feelings for a while and giving each other space and time to process instead of forcing each other to talk about an issue before you were ready.

It’s what you did with Daewon’s death. It’s what he did for you when you first found out about BTS.

So tonight, you could make space for him. The two of you could go through the rest of the night without talking about the bakery or BTS at all if he didn’t want to.

You glanced out the window, realizing what street he was turning on.

“We’re going to see Dae?” you asked, surprised as he pulled to the side of the road outside the city’s botanical garden. The gardens were closed, which was no surprise considering it was close to one in the morning. But that was never a problem in the past.

“We didn’t visit her on her anniversary this year,” Hoseok said simply.

You both visited separately, though you wouldn’t point it out. At the time of Dae’s anniversary, you were still giving him the silent treatment for lying to you about BTS. You had visited Daewon’s grave on your own and saw that it had already been cleaned, and her favorite flowers decorated the small plot, meaning Hoseok had already beat you there.

At the time, you had felt guilty for the relief you felt in your chest. Visiting her that day came with the fear that you and Hoseok would cross paths before you were ready to face him. And you think Dae would have been disappointed to see the two of you arguing on top of her grave.

Because of that, neither of you had gone through with your tradition of robbing the botanical gardens.

Your freshmen year of college was filled with many adventures since moving to Alcor was still a novel experience, but it also came with many nights of being homesick. While Gautier was technically a territory of Kros, the country Alcor resides in, the cultures were very different. And the climate was shockingly different in the cold and wet port city where the smell of sea salt was on the breeze, you missed the clean and fresh scent of blooming heathers and rosemary in the spring, and the taste of sweet figs right off the tree in the summer time.

One night, when you were suffering from a rather nasty bout of homesickness, Daewon took you to the botanical gardens and taught you how to break in at night. At the back of the property, a mighty magnolia tree bloomed outside the garden's fence. It was almost too easy to scale the tree’s sturdy branches and dismount on the other side of the garden. The fences were lined with countless bamboo trellises fortified with different vine plants, making for an easy escape anywhere inside the garden.

You remember how your heart fluttered the first night the two of you broke in. You had to make an effort to hold in your nervous giggle as you scaled the magnolia tree and landed on the mossy lawn of the prehistoric trail, which was lined with ZZ plants and ferns with curling fronds. Sneaking your way through the trail and across the lawn of irsis leads you past the desert exhibit and to a greenhouse that honored the terrain of the eastern colony you called home.

The air was warm but much dryer thanks to the special ventilation system, but despite the heavy humidity missing from the air, the small shrub like plants thrived in the rocky soil, filling the air with the fragrant and aromatic scent of rosemary, lavender, and heathers.

You remember how a knot built in the back of your throat as you ran your fingers over the woody rosemary bush, taking in the earthy pine-like scent. Dae sat with you and listened to you go on about your childhood home for hours.

The giant rosemary bushes that were planted around your house were a staple in your kitchen and bathroom growing up. Your mother was always placing sprigs in her hair products, using it as her own perfume.

You told her the story of how your dad always tried to recreate your mother's french toast recipe on your birthday, but he always forgot to sweeten it so it just tasted like egg bread.

You told her stories of how your father courted your stepmom and how you watched them fall in love again, and build a new family together. One you didn’t fit into as snuggly, not for lack of love in your home, but because you were so much older than your siblings and you had your own dreams and life you were ready to find in Alcor.

Dae held you when you cried, then jokingly played the national anthem to Gautier on her cell phone. You guys laughed and danced around the greenhouse as she struggled to keep up with the lyrics.

The memory brought warmth to your chest years later, just like all the other memories with Daewon. But beneath the warmth, a sharp ache still lingered. Daewon wasn’t perfect by any means; she had a temper like her brother, and she could brood like no other.

But she was good. Daewon was good and fun and she loved so fiercely and encouraged and celebrated her friends. She was the type of person to buy you an ice cream after you failed a test and a cake if you passed.

She was the first person to encourage and support you in your adult life, even in scandalous situations like bringing you a spare set of clothes to the frat house so your walk of shame was a bit less shameful the next morning.

“God I miss her,” you sighed as you approached the magnolia.

“Me too. Every day.” Hoseok agreed quietly as he watched you scale the branches.

He was a worry wort and always made you go first in case you slipped.

“Did Daeown ever know? About BTS?” you asked curiously as both climbed higher in the magnolia tree.

“She knew some of it, like selling the spare car parts, and she could obviously guess some more once I got the tattoo, but she didn’t know everything.” He offered as you reached the branch just past the tall fence that protected the gardens.

‘She didn’t know I shot people,’ she could almost hear Hoseok say.

You ducked low as you approached the branch that led into the garden. Grabbing onto the limb above you to balance yourself, you carefully made your way forward as the branch dipped under your weight.

“Careful,” Hoseok warned.

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes as you let go of the limb stabling you, tightening your core as you jumped from the tree. It was less than a 5-foot drop, but you kept your knees bent as you landed, feeling the impact reverberate back into your legs. You hissed as the pins and needles feeling swarmed the balls of your feet.

“You gotta tuck and roll,” Hosek laughed as you wattled out of his way.

You watched as he lowered himself on the branch the muscles in his body tensed before he sprung forward, extending his legs with his knees still slightly bent.

You sometimes forget the athleticism Hoseok hones in his body. You take for granted how smooth and precise his movements are. It was something you still couldn't quite replicate when you trained with Jungkook. But as you admired your friend, you wondered if he was responsible for training Jungkook to master his own smooth agility.

As his feet touched the ground, he pushed his momentum forward, curling into a ball and rolling across the grass.

“Ow fuck!” he exclaimed as he backrolled over a raised root of a nearby tree.

“And that's why I don’t tuck and roll,” you teased, walking towards him, the ach in your legs nearly forgotten.

You wandered out of the exhibit and towards the iris lawn. Dae’s favorite flowers were blue irises. She used to always pick a few of the flowers any time they visited the garden and keep a vase of them in the dorm room.

“You know they’re bulbed plants one day, we can go to the store and get our own,” Hoseok suggested.

“It’s not the same she says they smell better when they’re picked from the garden here,” you insisted.

“It’s not like she’ll be smelling these,” Hoseok grumbled under his breath but obliged when you held out your hand for his pocket knife.

The theft was quick and efficient. You cut loose five of the flower's long stems and returned back to the fence. Taking care that the flowers were unharmed as you shimmied up one of the trellises.

You were both back in the car within 15 minutes and driving down the road to her grave. The visit was a quiet one. Not tearful like in years past, and for a moment as the two of you kneeled and placed the flowers against the tombstone, you didn’t know if either of you were going to speak at all.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the city,” Hoseok asked quietly.

You looked at him, startled, “You know my dream is to be a travel doctor,” you replied.

“Is that still your dream?” He asked.

You were quiet for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any indication of where he was going with this.

“Y/N, you were determined once. Focused. You lived and sacrificed for that dream and would never jeopardize it. And lately, you’ve-” You closed your eyes as you caught on to his intentions.

“Continued to sacrifice for it,” you interrupted him, “everything I’ve done, the debt I have isn’t so I can play gangster. It’s so I can finish school. The moment I graduate and the moment I pay off my debt, I’m leaving the city.” You assured.

“You could leave now,” he urged.

“Take a residency somewhere I know your grades are good enough for that accelerated program.”

“I can’t run out on my debt. They will find me.” You hissed.

“They won’t. Jungkook will pull RM off your trail, and they can’t send me after you. I would go with you. You’re the only family I have.” Hoseok pushed his voice urgent, “Things are getting bad. There’s a turf war brewing, and the Black Tips aren’t working alone. I don’t think that man who came after you tonight is from the west side. If power players from the East are involved, this whole city will go to shit. This isn’t a petty fight; people will die. The inner circle and whoever is affiliated with them will have a target on their back.”

“What about Yoongi?” You asked.

Your question was double-sided. You knew about Hoseok’s feelings for him and his unwillingness to move on from him over the years. Hoseok was always privet with the gang side of his life, but even before you knew of BTS, you knew of Yoongi and the web of feelings he carried with him. And you also knew of the second's ability to track down and find anyone. If RM wanted either of you dead, Yoongi would find you in a heartbeat and probably had the skill set to dispose of you himself, too.

Hoseok's eyes downcast “He would let us go.”

“You’re expecting a lot of loyalty from someone you plan to betray.” You pushed.

“You’re putting up a hard fight for someone who claims they don’t have a real reason to stay,” he pressed back.

You looked away from your best friend. The man who treated you like his own sister from the beginning. Who was ready to give everything up and run to make sure you were safe.

Why weren’t you willing to give up your fraction of this world in return?

“Perhaps things are more complicated than I give myself credit for. I kissed Jungkook, and I can’t just leave until I figure that out.” You admitted embarrassed. You braced yourself for the teasing or the anger. But Hoseok's face was calm as he responded his eyes ernst and urgent.

“I fucked Yoongi,” Hoseok countered. “If I don’t leave now. I never will.”

A/N: I haven’t updated in so long I totally forgot how tags and formatting work on this post. Hopefully it finds the intended audience… let me know if you read and enjoyed it!!! Xoxox

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🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: Minor character death, drugs, foul language, mentions of organized crime. If any of theses topics make you unconfortable, please don't read this chapter. This is a mafia au, and organized crime is not all handsome boys and nice cars. This chapter and the next one are DARK.

So, if any of this triggers you, see you on chapter 12. Don't worry, you'll still understand the story. But no, this is not a filler chapter.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in real life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5k (the longest one yet)

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Rage? Of course you need it When it burns up there's always a reason Mayhaps it’s our history Sometimes it changes the world

Anger.

That was all Suga could feel right now. 

Red, hot, flaming anger.

That’s all he could feel since he received the call from JHope telling him that you had been kidnapped and no one knew where you were.

But the worst was when he learned who was suspected for your disappearance.

The Jade Dragon.

Of course anger was necessary.

He felt like a man about to lose his sanity.

But before he did…

He would kill a few men first.

The dimly-lit interrogation room was filled with the stench of sweat and fear. Suga stood across from an old man in cuffs, his ruined demeanor did not change the fact that he once was one of the most powerful men in the Asian mafia clans.

Wang Jiaer. 

The former second in command of the Jade Dragon.

That Kim Dohan captured and thrown into a wet, dimly lit room in the basement of the Seven Moons Mansion. 

Like a fallen warrior. 

That was turned into a war souvenir for Kim DoHan. 

"Where is she?" Suga demanded.

The old man coughed, spewing blood on the concrete floor of the dimly lit basement. He grimaced, his wrinkled face twisting into a grotesque smile. “Still haven’t learned any manners I see, young man.”

Suga glowered at the former leader of Jade Dragon, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hands. “You seem awfully cheerful for a dead man, old timer.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man stammered, his eyes darting around the room. The old man chuckled. “I’ve been dead for 20 years, boy. Your Leader just didn’t have the balls to finish the job.” His grin widened, showcasing his blood stained teeth. “Not like you.”

Suga swung the bat, smashing the old man’s fingers with a sickening crack. The man shrieked, his pained cries echoing in the empty basement.  "Where is she?" she asked for a second time.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you think that I would know something about it? I'm here," he said, lifting his hand to show the cuffs “and my clan is done for, your Leader made sure of it.”

"Because nothing happens above ground without you hearing about it," Suga replied, his eyes narrowing. "And I don’t know, the pile of bodies with a pretty memo sitting on Jhope’s bay with your clan emblem on it, might really send a message.” 

The young gangster rounded the table that stood between them to be in front of the old man “I am going to ask only one more time. We’ll see how many more parts of you I’ll have to break before you die,” He paused “Where is Lee NaRi?”

The old man panted, his mangled fingers twisting at unnatural angles. But his eyes glinted with amusement. “Still don’t have the stomach for this, do you boy?”

Suga grabbed the old man’s collar and hauled him up from the chair, growling into his bruised face. “Do not fucking test me, Wang”

The old man chuckled. “You bark loud but your bite is lacking. I told you, the Jade Dragon clan is finished. I have been your family’s pet for 2 decades, I know nothing.”

The man gave him a low chuckle. "But I did hear about that, corpse container. Nice touch, a litte on the dramatic side. Not our style though" he paused and leaned towards Suga. “Oh, yes. You look just like your father, boy. He must be very proud in whatever deep corner of hell he ended up...”

“I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR GAMES, WANG!” Suga screamed at the man’s face, interrupting him, his gaze piercing. "And my father is Kim Dohan. He is very much alive," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Start talking, and if you say something of value I might give you something you want."

"You and I both know that is not your father's name. And what do you know about what I want, young man?" the man asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Death” Suga said simply “you know there’s nothing for you outside these walls anymore. You want release”

“Oh, no. I want retribution, young man. I want Kim Dohan’s entire bloodline to suffer and disappear from the face of the Earth. I want that everything he has ever wanted to be suddenly ripped from his bloody hands… and only then, I want to die” Suga could see the warrior inside the old second in command; he was beaten, malnourished, there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t bruised.

But he still commanded power. 

Suga let out a tired sigh knowing there was no other way to make Wang talk. So he let go of the baseball bat he had on his hands to bow his head.

“Please.” 

His men behind him looked at him in shock.

One of the young leaders of The Seven Moons was…

Beggin.

Even the old second in command couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. But he semed to be pleased.

“You must really care for this girl If you are willing to trade your pride for her” The old man sighed and tried to stand up, but his bruised legs could not let him. He extended one hand to take Suga’s “We did not do it. That is all I know. We are not responsible for the girl’s disappearance.” His voice was a dead man's sincerity. Suga knew he wasn't lying.

He didn't have to.

“Then who took her? Someone else is pulling the strings, someone on the inside. They knew where she was going and that she only had one bodyguard with her.  Was it...was it my brother? Was it Namjoon?” Suga tried and failed to not let his voice break. 

Anger was starting to wear off. 

And something else was bubbling inside him.

The old man sighed, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. “Your family and your trust issues. Always so quick to turn on your own blood.” His eyes glinted ominously. “The person responsible for the girl’s kidnapping is the same person who is responsible for the death of your father and the disappearance of your mother”

“My mother is dead.”

“Did you see a body? Listen young boy, you came here looking for the truth. And this is the only one I can give you. After all this time, at least you showed some manners and I owe it to her.” The old man paused and he knew he was waiting for him to continue “Your Leader killed your grandfather. To start the clan wars and then he killed your father. But Kim DoHan could never kill your mother”

The room went silent. 

Like the moment right after a lighting strikes.

Suga was waiting for the thunder. 

“Your mother is alive. Young man, and I think is time you go see her, she will know where the girl is. If you can find her first.” The look on Suga's face was a mix of confusion and anger. 

“I gave you what you wanted and I kept my promise” the man whispered. “Now give me what I want” 

With a swift move Suga got his gun outside his holster and shot the old man right between his eyes.

 

Death.

A clean shot. 

There it was, the thunder.

 

The terrifying sound hat announced the beginning of the storm that was starting to brew on Suga’s soul. 

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Location unknown, South Korea

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

A leak was falling from the ceiling, the lack of windows and the artificial light coming in from the other room told you that you were in some sort of basement.

You were starting to regain consciousness and your survival instinct kicked in immediately.

Your brain was on agent mode observing everything that could tell you anything about where you were and who were your captors. 

Your eyes started traveling around the room, the walls are made of rough concrete, with no decorations or furnishings to make the space more comfortable. A metal door with a small window and a sliding bolt lock separates the basement from the rest of the building, making escape impossible.

The only furniture in the room is a mattress on the floor, a bucket in the corner for waste disposal, and a small table with a lamp and a chair where the protagonist's captor might sit to watch over her. The air is musty and stale, with a faint smell of dampness and mildew.

Remember every fucking thing you see, there is no time for a panick attack. You thought. 

Pay attention. 

You could distinguish a factory logo on the wall in front of you.

There were no such buildings in Seoul, so you must be on the outskirts?

Unless, you had been moved to another state while you were unconscious.

You could also tell that you were nowhere near the coast by the absence of saltpeter in the structures. 

You knew that at least three men were in charge of you, all carrying firearms and pocket knives.

But from what you had seen they had no clan markings.

Not a single tattoo.

Nothing to identify them.

That was strange...

That was all you had been able to discover so far, you weren’t sure how long you had been in that room

They kept you drugged, almost unconscious for the most part. But you could guess that it had been at least a day because they had fed you twice.

So far none of the men had spoken to you, they just went in to bring you food and came back out. Without looking at you, if you spoke to them they did not respond.

You heard them speaking in a dialect you could not quite place. But you knew it was from China.

Which was weird. 

The members from the Jade Dragon were all from Beijing, a few of them from some northern regions. 

But you were almost sure they were speaking in Wu. 

Which was fucking weird. 

Because the Shanghai triad did not work with the Jade Dragon. 

Not at all.

You said it two times before.

It was weird.

You were sitting on a mattress that seemed to be dirtier than the floor itself; with your hands starting to feel numb from the restraints that immobilized you. Your head hurt a little and you could still hear a ringing in your ears from the loud blow you had taken.

You were almost sure that you had a concussion and that the head wound was going to leave a scar... 

At the very least.

You knew it was useless to try to escape even if she broke free of your restraints because you had been unconscious when you were taken there. You had no idea  how far you were from the exit, nor how many men might be outside the place.

You were very good in combat  but going outside like this was suicide. 

Fuck.

You knew perfectly well the dangers you were exposing yourself to every time you accepted a mission. This was not the first time you have been in such a situation.

There were some scars on your skin that were proof of how dangerous your job was.

And then…

There were the other scars you couldn't see.

Those really hurt.

You had to stay calm.

Your best hope was that you would be found soon.

At least you hoped so.

No, you knew Yoongi would look for you.

Hopefully he was going to find you alive.

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Suga just killed a man. 

And he was about to kill another. 

Specifically the one who let you leave the house with only one bodyguard.

“Namjoon!” Suga kicked open the doors to the meeting room where all his brothers were. “If even one hair on her head isn't intact when we find her, I'm going to kill you. It's a fucking promise”

Suga was past the point where he could control himself.

Anger was a fire that consumed everything in its path and the Second in Command would be the first target.

“Suga. Know. Your fucking. Place” Namjoon, who was sitting on the top of the table, barked each of the words as an order “I won't let you talk to me that way.”

The black-haired man let out a sinister laugh “Ah, you won’t? Then tell me brother, how is it that Nari, who is supposed to be our greatest responsibility, left this house without enough protection? “He paused when he was in front of him “With your permission?”

On the meeting room’s table you could see open computers and messy papers sprawled everywhere you looked.

To say that the seven Moons were in chaos was an understatement.

And what made things worse The Leader sent them a clear message:

He will not help them find the young heiress. 

You were their responsibility. 

And whatever happened to you. 

Kim DoHan swore to his sons, he would do it to them.

“I don't have to explain anything I do to you, Suga” Namjoon looked right into his eyes. Even if Suga was raging like a demon fresh out of hell, the Second in Command was intimidating. A calm sinister demeanor surrounding him. 

“You don't have to explain yourself?!? “ That was enough for the clan’s shadow to lose control and throw the first punch straight to his face “You break a promise, you lose a finger remember? Didn't we all swear to protect our father?” Suga screamed right at Namjoon’s face, Jhope tried to separate them but The eldest brother held him back. 

“This is on them,” he said.

Suga threw a second punch and this time Namjoon didn't dodge it, he let him hit him again “Do it then.” He took out a knife from his coat pocket “Start by cutting my finger. But after you finish with mine, you are next. Or did you forget that we also swore not to touch her?” The black-haired man's eyes widened, he knew he wasn't doing a good job of hiding his nightly trips to the girl's window.

The taller one held the knife by the edge of the blade hard enough for drops of blood to start dripping on the expensive fur rug. “Did you think no one would find out that you spend every night in her room? Weren't you supposed to follow her everywhere? Why didn't you follow her today? Where were you at the beauty salon?” 

Shit.

As hard as it was for him to admit it, he had failed you too.

This morning he had decided to go to settle some unfinished business instead of following you as he had been doing since the day you arrived in Seoul.

That made his blood boil even more.

But he wasn't going to explain himself to that jerk Namjoon.

“No answer? How about this one, do you think father doesn't already know what you have been doing? I'm going to find her Suga, and when I do I'm going to make sure of two things.” Namjoon paused, the light seemed to drain from his eyes, replaced by a menacing darkness. “The first thing I’ll make sure of is that you never touch her again. And the second one is that you are completely out of the clan's inheritance” he finished his voice sounding more like a growl. 

“You know what the funniest thing is Kim Namjoon? That you think you deserve everything, that you can control everything. Just because for now you are the right hand of the clan.” The other brothers were standing still in the room, none of them could challenge their Second in Command. 

Never like that.

Unless you were Suga and didn't give a shit if you lost a finger or your whole arm “Do you think your pathetic attempt to intimidate me really works? Go ahead, cut off your own finger and keep spilling blood on the carpet. It won't be a waste, after all you're not the true heir to this clan's legacy.... “ 

“That's enough hyungs, damn it! While you two are playing who has the biggest dick or the purest blood or some other ridiculous bullshit. Nari-Noona is somewhere scared, alone and who knows what they might be doing to her.” To everyone's surprise, the youngest of the brothers was the one who dared to interrupt them “For God's sake, a week ago they sent us a container of corpses, what do you think they're going to do to the heir of this clan?”

Suga and Namjoon turned in surprise to look at their younger brother, there were very few occasions when JK was disrespectful to them “We are wasting time, because in the best case scenario... they are going to kill her”

And in the best case scenario The Leader would kill them for failing in their mission.

“You are right, Joon,"  Jin, who was sitting at the other end of the table, stood up to look at his brothers. "This is the third time we are under direct attack, so I called my police contacts. Every inch of Seoul has at least one surveillance camera and Miss Nari was kidnapped in the only place where there wasn't one. They have contacts, at least with the security department.”

Seokjin was always the most controlled of the brothers, every step he took was well calculated. So many years involved with the high forces of his country's politics had taught him to remain calm in crisis.

And even if he couldn't get any answers, something was very wrong.

“I have 5 Hacker squads trying to trace her digital footprint, there is nothing, she disappeared” Jhope was the next one to speak “We are all worried, but this is already bordering on ridiculous, you have to stop fighting.” The others nodded in agreement with what the brown-haired man had just said.

Suga threw the knife to the ground and made an exasperated sound “You're right, I'm wasting my time with you.” He finally said and crossed the doors that would lead him to the mansion’s garden. 

When Suga was outside the house he felt someone grab him by the arm “Hey, the fuck is happening to you? You're not like that Hyung” it was Jhope who had followed him from the other room, clearly worried about him “Why are you so worked up? Are you... are you in love with her?”

“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Hope”  he answered trying to hide any emotion on his face.

Indifference was his best weapon.

But not with Jhope.

The younger man's eyes softened a little as he understood his brother's expression “Please don't lie to me, Hyung. I've known you since we were kids and we've both taken a bullet for each other...but if I was kidnapped today you wouldn't lose your head. Not like this.”

It was true, he had taken a bullet for Jhope years ago in the middle of a shootout but he probably wouldn't have a catfight in the middle of the room with Namjoon to protect him.

Probably.

“Let me rephrase the question. Do you care that much?” Suga knew he couldn’t lie to Jhope, his younger brother knew him too well. He could see through his every facade. 

The thing is, he didn't know the answer himself.

Did he like having sex with you? Hell yes.

Did he like talking to you? Yes, he did.

Did he like the way you smiled at him right before you kissed him or the way you looked at him when he told you one of his twisted stories?

Like you didn’t judge him. 

Like you understood him. 

Like you didn't see him as a monster, but as a man.

Oh, shit.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙  Last night...

“Tell me the stupidest thing you've ever done to get someone’s attention” Suga had asked you the night before while you were both still lying naked on your bed.

You let out an amused laugh “You have probably already seen it on my body. It 's embarrassing.” 

Suga laughed with you, the sound was warm and his eyes were locked on yours “Nothing on your body is embarrassing to me.” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Be serious” 

“I am” he pushed a rouge strand of hair behind your ears and you decided to continue talking before you got distracted with other things” 

“When I was 16 I got a Star Wars tattoo because the boy I liked liked Star Wars. I wanted to surprise him the first time he saw me naked he would see the jedi symbol” now you both started laughing “Don't judge me, haven't you done something stupid to get someone's attention?”

“Maybe.” Was the only thing he answered. 

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Here 's the thing.

Suga had gone to a tattoo parlor this morning.

That was his unfinished business.

He was getting a fucking Star Wars tattoo on his ribs. 

Right where you had it. 

He hasn't even watched the movies. 

Not even the new ones.

Oh, he was down bad.  And now he had to go see his dead mother.

Scratch that.

He had to go see his un-dead mother.

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Somewhere else in the house.

“The fuck do you mean you didn’t do this. This is not what we agreed on.” Namjoon's deep voice could barely be heard inside The Leader’s office. The tall man was standing in front of the window as he spoke into the phone “Then fucking find her Yong or I’ll make sure you are going to wish I kill you.” 

Yong.

The rumored dragon head of the triad.

The Second in command of the Seven Moons, had given the order to kidnap you. 

On his scheme to secure his place as the heir. 

He needed that for his plan to work. 

When you told him this morning that you were going to visit Grace and that you didn't need so many people following you around, the young gangster thought it was the perfect opportunity to put the next part of his plan into action.

But something went horribly wrong. 

And now he was the one who was betrayed.

“What have you done Namjoon-ah?” The voice of the eldest brother brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at him completely surprised  “Out of all the people I thought would betray our father, I would never think of you.”

“Hyung... “

“Just tell me that, whatever you're doing, you won't hurt Miss Nari, Joon. If there is someone innocent in all this, it's her.” Jin finished entering the office looking at his brother with disbelief. 

Seokjin looked at him with the eyes of an older brother. Hopefully waiting for all this to be a mistake. 

Because if Namjoon betrayed his father. 

He was a dead man walking.

But the elder also knew very well the resentment that Namjoon had grown up with. If someone has been hurt by Kim DoHan, it was his own son. Although he wanted to be wrong, Seokjin knew well what was in his younger brother's heart.

Revenge.

And that was not far from his own feelings.

“I came to think that all this love triangle, teenage fiction with Suga really meant that you liked the girl.” He poured himself a shot of the expensive whiskey that his father had in the office and let out a sigh before drinking it all at once “You will have to explain everything very well to understand you, Joon-ah”

Jin was the closest person to Namjoon in the clan, he saw him as an older brother. As a child he was the example of what he wanted to become one day, he hated to see that look of disappointment in his eyes “Hyung, you know perfectly well what my reasons are, I'm not going to stand by and wait for Kim DoHan to take away what is rightfully mine and hand it over on a silver platter to that asshole. She's just a means to an end.”

Before the younger one continued, Jin interrupted him, "If you want me to help you, you have to explain everything without lying to me this time.”

Kim Seokjin was the eldest of the seven moons.

And like all of them, he had lost much more than he had earned in all this time.

He would give all his money, cars, luxuries, fine clothes and contacts to have his family back with him.

But that was impossible.

And for the impossible, there is only revenge.

Break a promise, lose a finger.

If that really applied in the Seven Moon’s clan as it should, they would  have had all their hands and feet cut off.

Anger was an uncontrollable fire that burned everything in its path, it was useful, yes.

But for both clan leaders, retribution was much better and more satisfying.

A calm sea that was about to turn into a Tsunami.

A cold wave that will destroy everything on it's path.

Many games were played within the walls of the mansion of the 7 moons.

And your time was running out.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙  Hello!!! I'm sorry it took too long! I got sick and I was so tired I couldn't even read... much less write. BUT I'm catching up with all of you that are sending me messages, thank you you guys are so sweet!! 🥹 I mean, everytime someone says they're enjoying Hate! Makes me giggle like a teenager. Let me be honest, I'm enjoying writing this just as much. This chapter turned out to be one of my favs 👀 I wasn't like this on my original story and I am really liking how it is turning out.

Anyway, Hope you liked this one too!! Ps. I have Hate!11 Almost ready... what do you say double update tomorrow??

From the bottom of my chicken heart,

Thank you.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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[stormblessed95]

Now IMAGINE he has explicit scenes with a woman

So suddenly it will be the reality? If then, I'll have to believe

JM is a party animal, who gets drunk and slumped in club toilets

Jhope is a psycho 😭 who's face got burned while committing arson

Jin is an alien

And finally, Min Yoongi is a gangster. Who commited a murder, lives in a slum area and steal. Or a cruel King.. which is better 🤔 I mean man nailed both

It's true though. They ARE. I can confirm. I'm Yoongis fish 🥺

[namjoonchronicles]

BTS X Jaden Smith “Watch Me”

If BTS were the local troublemaker, with an aloof attitude and good-gawd that face.

#of course namjoon had to be first #bts #jung hoseok #yoongi #namjoon #rm #suga #jhope #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #seokjin #jin #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #hyungline #maknaeline #gangster au #mafia au #delinquent au #troublemaker au #badboys au #bts badboys #fanvid #video #fmv #bangtan boys #army #beyond the scene

[901den]

Dope meet Hopeworld be Hopekook gangster au

#hopekook #bts jungkook #bts fanart #bts jhope #gangster

[ibtsismyshiteu-blog]

House of Cards by sugamins

Hello! I'm back! 👋🏻😁

This is literally the au that introduced me to a couple of things:

1. BTS' ships

2. The whole poly concept

3. AO3

I discovered this AU last year through a trailer on YouTube by a very talented editor (I will put a link somewhere at the end of this post). Before discovering it I was literally struggling to find a decent bts related work on Wattpad (we all know I was miserably failing), so this ff was like throwing a piece of meat to a starving wolf.

Now, I am not a fan of angst because my own anxiety is enough, I don't need someone else's too, but since I had just landed on AO3 (hadn't even realize that it was a whole site back then) I didn't know about the tags and all that stuff.

"House of Cards" is one of the best books I've read in my life (published books included). It just gives you an insight on the gang life and the reality of the dark side of this world. While reading it, I was wondering how could a person portray it in such a realistic and complex way and let me tell you something: If a book makes you wonder about that, then is a good book.

This Alternate Universe creation brings a lot of disturbing themes. A lot of people would probably get scared of the tags under it, but sometimes we should just ignore them and step out of our comfort zone.

Some of the main themes of the book are:

- Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Gang Violence

- Drug Use

- Blood and Torture

- Attempted Rape/Non-Con

Overall, it is not a very angsty book, maybe near the end of it when shit is getting down, but it still has a lot of disturbing themes which usually would not attract me.

The description:

"Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.""

It is not a very complex description, but I think it encapsulates perfectly the intrigue of the whole book. This is what triggers the action of it; the rookie police agent Kim Taehyung is infiltrating in the biggest and most notorious, most feared gang in the whole city, Haedogje Pa. Taehyung is a very interesting and impressive character and it is really hard to tell if he evolves or involves to the end of the book. He is smart and manipulative and his every action is well thought. I, for one, think that he was able to deceive everyone - including himself - successfully until the very end.

I know that when people hear about gangs related books roll their eyes. That's because most of them think about teens selling drugs on back alleys and street fights. Well, do not worry, the description is not lying when it calls it an "empire". It is not about the little runners that do the dirty and more about the ones at the top of the pyramid, about luxury, money, business and power.

Taehyung entered Haedogje Pa as a recruit, striving to be just like any other little fly, going unnoticed and gathering informations, but what he gets instead is so much more than just it. His pretty face and quick thinking get the attention of the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the heir of the mob empire. Sooner than he expected, he gets the trust of The Boy - as he is called by Taehyung's police department colleagues - and becomes his right hand. Taehyung has to gain his trust and while doing it he starts neglecting the whole purpose which got him in the gang from the beginning.

In parallel with it, the attraction between them is something that Taehyung uses in his favor to get as close as he can to the younger, starting progressively to get lost in the whole illusion of power and love. It is a game of manipulation, of trust, of passion and they all play and, at the end, some find out that they were being played with.

The taekookmin relationship is intriguing itself. Maybe I made it seem like it is not focused on the relationship of the three, but that is not the case. It is, after all, the centre of it. Jungkook is the heir of the gang, Jimin is a prostitute that caught his eye and Taehyung is a police officer undercover. Yeah, it sounds bad, but it is not - mostly. The book has explicit sexual content, but their relationship is not just about satisfaction and benefit. I would like to say more about it, but I am afraid of spoiling too much. I will add just one more thing; the only question that arises in their minds is: Could they love each other in the context they find themselves?

The other members make an appearance every now and then, each having their specific role in this whole story - some on one side of the law, some on the other.

Some stuff about the book:

- is rated E as in EXPLICIT, has a lot of gore and the torture scenes are a lot...

- is very long. It may have just 25 chapters, but don't let yourself be fooled. It is the longest fanfiction I read, with almost +390k words.

- it is completed

- category M/M (M/M/M)

Overall, it is a book that you should give a chance. It is really well written, has a good amount of smut if you are into it and it illustrates the whole gang world perfectly - with more realism than any other book I've ever read.

The trailer (it is really good):

If you didn't like what you read up in my review, give it a second chance and watch the trailer.

The link of the AU:

Thank you for your time and I hope you will enjoy this book.

That was my own opinion on it and a little description from my point of view, feel free to express your own under this post or you can leave me a message!

Please do it nicely! 💜💜💜

#bts v #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts suga #bts #kim namjoon #bts namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #min yoongi #bts jhope #jhope #bts au #bts au fanfic #review #gangster #house of cards #fanfiction #alternate universe #taekook #vmin #vminkook #jikook

[jihope-less]

jihope x mediheal

#jihope #hopemin #they’re so gorgeous #plus #they look like gangster #♥️💛 #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #bts #park jimin #bts x mediheal

[an-exotic-writer]

022. gangster!hoseok

022. “sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

Hoseok knows that there are certain things he should and shouldn’t do when other people are around. Hands? Of course it’s allowed anywhere as long as it doesn’t surpass going under where they shouldn’t. Kisses? Nowhere is off limits as long as he doesn’t start revealing any skin that shouldn’t be revealed. Hugs? All day, everyday, anytime, anywhere.

As good as Hoseok knows everything mentioned above, there are days where he just... can’t.

Not because he doesn’t want to but yes okay because he doesn’t want to and because he can’t. There’s only so much self control he has. The few times he gives himself props to listening to his respect lecturing the shit out of him in his mind is when he’s able to keep his hands to himself when he should.

Like now, per se.

Having you on his lap as he went through the quick briefing with some of his men was quite the challenge. It doesn’t help that you opt for a thin skirt that does nothing to hide how pretty your legs look on his lap. His eyes has to make an effort to not trail down and to remain on the table where his eyes scan through the words. It’s been not more than five minutes and he can’t take it, needing you to feel what he’s feeling that he drags his fingertips over your kneecaps.

It seems like it grabs your attention to shift on him, ever so casually glancing at him before looking back down to reading the document with him. So cute. He rests his hand on your knee before trailing it up, slipping past the hem and the soft gasp that sounds at the back of your throat when he reaches there is what gets him riled up... and you can feel it growing evident against you.

“Hoseok... what are you doing?” You whisper, trying your best to remain calm and collected because mind you, the room is still very much present with a lot of people who have eyes that work. He smirks and lives for the way you straighten your back when his fingers reach somewhere they shouldn’t but it’s a secret between the two of you underneath the mahogany.

It’s not until Hoseok gets a taste of his own medicine when you decide to adjust your position on his lap, well aware of how your body moves on him that he snaps.

“Meeting is over,” He flips the file to a close and his eyes are dark (with the answer you only know to). “Brief me again later. For now, everyone get out,”

“B-But sir-”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

You try not to make a sound when he pulls you tightly to him, your knuckles turning white as you grip onto the corners of his desk with your feet rooting to the ground with your best ability. You’re only able to breathe again when they clear the room in less than a minute and the door shuts behind the last person that leaves. That’s the same time Hoseok stands and pins you down to his table, a couple of things falling off including his eyes down to your body.

“Sometimes, I just can’t control myself when I’m around you,”

Always because of the shit you say, too.

“Would you like to be, right now?”

“...you’re gonna want to say a little prayer first, baby.”

#btssunshinenet #hoseok #hoseok scenarios #jung hoseok #jhope #s: 101 love #gangster!hoseok

[thoroughly-chained-up]

The Roles We Play [a BTS fanfic] - Chapter 2

Do not reuse, edit or copy any of my work(s). ©

Summary: Jimin falls for Yoongi, a charming young man who sweeps him off his feet, but when he finds out that Yoongi helps run a prostitution ring, everything changes - for both of them.

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin, Seokjin/Jimin, Taehyung/Jungkook

Word count: 2,619 in first two chapters

Trigger warning: some non-con.

Also on AO3 here under the username: AshKnight

Part 1 here.

More chapters to follow!  Will update as appropriate.

PRESENT

That night, I share a bed with my enemy. To my horror, I cry my way through the activities he forces me to engage in, but my body betrays me and reacts as though I want it. He promises to give me back to Yoongi, though, if I'm 'a good boy.' I shudder when he says this, as he puts his hands on my naked body, but know I can't protest, unless I want his knife at my throat.

I obey his every command, through tears, and only survive the assault by detaching myself into a world in my mind where Yoongi and I run away together. I'm embarrassed to think about 'happily ever after,' but it gets me through the night.

In the morning, Taehyung brings me to Yoongi's room. When he opens the door and sees the red marks on my face from where Taehyung had hit me, Yoongi's face goes white.

"Here's your little princess, Yoongi. Don't worry. She's broken now," Taehyung announces, shoving me forward with a laugh.

Yoongi catches me, holding my arms to support my weight as I stumble into him, my bruises making me weak.

"I'll see you both tonight," Taehyung adds, then turns and walks away.

The sound of his boots on the hardwood floor as he moves down the hallway makes me shiver.

"I'm so sorry," Yoongi chokes out, holding me against his chest as I start to sob. Obviously not knowing what to do to calm me, he adds, "This was never supposed to happen."

This is so cliché that I feel anger bubbling up within me, so I manage to stop crying and pull away from him, taking a few steps back.

"Jimin, wait," Yoongi tries, reaching out for my hand. "Please."

"Don't touch me," I hiss, shoving him.

The way he grabs my wrist shocks me into stillness. His hand is wrapped around it too tightly, and it hurts, feeling like it might bruise. I know he's not trying to hurt me, but after feeling Taehyung's rough touch, his unintentional aggression startles me.

"Fuck," Yoongi curses, realizing his mistake and dropping my wrist instantly. "Jimin, I'm sorry."

"Just don't touch me."

I'm too angry to cry again. I won't. I refuse to give in to my emotions. Deciding to be stoic, I straighten up and step away.

"I'm done," I tell Yoongi, when he makes a move towards me.

"Jimin, you can't just leave," he protests, exasperated and upset. "Taehyung will—"

"No, I know it's too late for that," I say, wiping my eyes. "I meant I'm done with you."

At first, I think he's going to cry. He looks like he might. But I know him better than that. He won't. But this is the only thing that tells me what we had wasn't fake. At least, not all of it. I can tell that he feels guilt. And I'm almost glad for it. I'm so in love with him that I want to scream and shake him and slap him right in the face. I hate him for taking my heart and allowing Taehyung to take my body. On the other hand, part of me knows that by the time he realized what would happen, it was too late. I know that Yoongi is balls-deep in the ring, and there's nothing he can do to get out, but I'm bitter and angry at him anyway for not protecting me.

"Jimin…" he tries, seeing me avert my blazing gaze.

"What do you want from me, Yoongi?" I snap.

"I… I just want… you. I just want you."

"Don't you dare even try that! You fucker," I scream. "How could you do this to me? Why didn't you just tell me!"

"I did tell you, Jimin. I told you what I knew. I told you I was part of the ring, and that there was no way out for me. And by the time I realized what Taehyung would do… it was too late. I'm so sorry, Jimin. I'd do anything to save you from this, but…"

"I know," I sigh, pushing a hand through my hair. "He'd kill us."

"Yes."

I sit down on the floor, leaning against the door frame, and he watches me. I hiss in pain as my back touches the frame, then scoot forward and pull my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my hands.

When he kneels down beside me, I don't look up, so I don't see him reach out to gently pry my hands away from my face.

"I love you, Jimin," he sighs, lifting my chin to look into my eyes. "I just don't know what to do."

Yoongi's tenderness breaks me, and I finally cry.

 PAST

The first time we kissed, it was after Yoongi had brought me home to my apartment one night after grabbing dinner at a local pub. I was a little drunk, but was sobering up quickly, when I invited him in.

"One more drink?" I asked, offering him a flirtatious smile.

He'd already won me with his unending charm.

"Maybe just one," he replied, smiling back at me as he shrugged his leather jacket off his shoulders.

I took it from him and hung it by the door, then took his hand to lead him inside after locking the door. My apartment was nothing special, mostly bland with few decorations, and my fridge was relatively empty, but the cabinets above were stocked fully with various kinds of alcohol. Most of my evenings prior to meeting Yoongi were spent consuming it, either at home or at clubs, so I had plenty to go around when I opened the cabinet doors to show him the selection.

"Wow," Yoongi chuckled. "Bit of a drinker, are we?"

When he nudged my shoulder playfully, I laughed and shrugged my shoulders, replying, "Maybe."

Surprisingly, we both really did only have one more glass.

Things felt normal, for the most part, as we sat on the couch sipping our drinks, but once my hands were empty and I had nothing to do, my nervous habits kicked in. First, I started wringing my hands, then biting my lip. He noticed almost instantly.

"Surely, you're not nervous," he teased, flashing a charming smile. "It's just me, honey. You can relax."

As soon as the warm blush rushed to my cheeks, Yoongi noticed and reached out to brush his thumbs over them, making me shiver. The longer he left his hand there, though, the more he calmed my nerves.

"Jimin," he finally whispered, pushing a hand carefully through my hair. "Can I kiss you?"

I could only nod my reply. Speech was impossible, as my heart was pounding hard in my throat and stopping me from drawing breath. When his lips touched mine, I felt fire.

 PRESENT

Of course, what I realized later was that his original plan had only been to get laid: hence, the whole setup with Namjoon. Rescue the damsel, get a piece of ass. But it hadn't worked out that way, and for some reason, he still pursued me without pressuring me. Looking back now, I wonder what changed his mind.

#mine #fanfiction #prostitution au #gangster au #bts #bangtan boys #yoongi #suga #namjoon #rm #jimin #seokjin #jin #jhope #hoseok #jungkook #taehyung #v #ao3 #ashknight #multichap

[aajjks]

Yandere!BTS: Jung Hoseok as a Gangster.

A/N: blame this picture I saw on Pinterest. First off, THIS PICTURE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. Credits to the the owner. And number two thing... I haven’t written anything for jhope and god do I feel like shit for that...and a few days ago, as always I was scrolling through Jungkooks random pics and this caught my eye, and god damn, the sudden hit of inspiration had never been so strong. I had this urge to write this soo, JHOPE NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING? I HOPE YOU ALL WILL LIKE IT HEHE PLS SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS! ENJOY!!!

Another note: CAN HE DESTROY ME????? PLEASE LOOK AT HIM AHHHHH THOSE TATTOOS??! THE CIGARETTE???! THE RED HAIR... THE SUIT? THAT GAZE??? THE AURA FUCKKKKK!!!!!

Warnings: yandere behaviour, possessiveness, extreme possessive behaviour, kind of suggestive, mentions of murder, mafia, depression, prostitution, stripping, mentions of hitting, abuse, burn marks. He’s an asshole in this but...wbk. Y/N is a strong headed person.

Meeting Jung Hoseok was a pure coincidence. But not unexpected. It could’ve been predicted, why? Well.

Because you were a stripper and he? He was the fucking mafia.

And strippers and the mafia have had a connection. They come to you to realise their tensions. And you? You just are there for money.

And them? for pleasure, sex. Nothing less, nothing more.

Life was a bitch, especially to you, having an alcoholic father who beat you and your younger siblings when frustrated.

You always felt like, no you didn’t.. the people always made you feel like you were made to be used.

Yes, you were made for being used.

Sometimes like a punching bag, sometimes like a thing, most of the time like a whore.

For the world you were known as cherry but to yourself, you were just Y/N.

The simple common girl who wanted to survive in this cruel, selfish world. Your mother left you. You had to always take responsibility, face the world on your own.

No one ever there to save you, protect you, provide for you, love you, care for you..

Or give you the respect you longed for. But for you that was only a dream that couldn’t ever come true.

You couldn’t die too, you couldn’t even die for yourself. Did God really hate you that much?

Even death loathed you.

Your little siblings were the only reason you tried so hard… to face this harsh reality...by becoming cherry.

The number one stripper.

That both men and women would do anything to touch.

You were quite infamous around the area. And that’s how Jung Hoseok, who was the most feared and powerful gang leader.

He was a breathtaking man. The aura that surrounded him was overwhelmingly powerful and dangerous.

Why did he pay to see you, it was a mystery for you. You didn’t care that much. It was your job. You were nothing special.

But looking back… you regretted not caring enough.

Because that mob boss had trapped you between his clutches.

Because of your damned father.

All of the stupid fan fiction cliches were hitting you, one by one.

Your life was pure hell with the mafioso. As if it wasn’t already.

He gave you pure hell, his unhealthy possessiveness and constant need for feeling like he owned you was starting to play tricks with your mind.

Jung Hoseok was no ordinary man. He was fucked up.

And truth to be told... you wanted to get fucked up.

This gang leader is sick to the core. He loves blood, sex, tears. [OMG BST...]

And he was going to fuck you up too.

Freak in the streets, beast in the sheets.

But.. wbk

He loves to take his frustrations out on you.

But he’s a bipolar too.

Calls you ✨whore✨

He goes from a hundred to zero real quick.

And from a zero to a FUCKING THOUSAND.

There’s no in between tbh.

He loves to burn your skin with his cigar.

Bloodplay is his thing, knife play. You name it.

He is R O U G H.

His stamina? GOD.

He’s a very aggressive type of person in general.

Who just needs a little loving.

You needed him. And he needs you.

A match made in heaven.

“Blood and tears look so good on you.”

#bts #yandere bts #yandere kpop #yandere jhope #bts smut #bts jhope #bangtan smut #jhope x reader #jhope smut #bts yandere

[riaarivic]

HATE 8: EGO (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 3k

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HATE 8: EGO (M) I MYG x F!reader

I go back every day. To me of yesterday. To the life of giving up

I let myself go away. But in this world, you know. There are truths unchanged.

Han River Bay, cargo port, Seoul South Korea

Keep calm Jung Hoseok...

Keep calm.

There is a rumor that Jhope was the clansmen favorite son to inherit the Seven Moons. His talent for cleaning up a crime scene was almost as good as his amazingly good eye for new recruits. 

No one was as loyal as Jung Hoseok.

That made him one of Kim Dohan’s favorite sons.

And a ruthless son of a bitch too.

Most of the lower clansmen were quietly favoring Jhope to be their next leader. 

A rising star in Seoul’s underworld.

Like a twisted cinderella story.

He could really have a chance to become the heir.

But JHope wasn’t born with Clan’s blood.

Kim Dohan saw a lot of himself in the young gangster. In a decade of being in the Seven Moons he had managed to rise to the highest levels of the clan. He went from being a simple drug dealer to being one of the key leaders of their criminal organization.

You didn't see that every day.

Besides being the Clan’s Recruiter, Jhope's specialty was cleaning up his brothers' messes.

Whether it was the bloodied body of an enemy killed by Suga in a back alley.

Or JK getting a little out of hand in one of his fights.

Or that time Taehyung crashed a brand new Lamborghini into a historical sculpture in the city.

And let's not talk about the incident involving the Bengal tigers that Jimin asked him to bring to the club for one of his shows.

It still made him want to throw up every time he remembered it. Let's just say that in the end, they weren't cute kittens.

Anything that needed to be fixed Jhope would fix it.

Anything the clan asked for Jhope found it.

Anybody that had to dissapear...

You get the picture.

But even in all his years belonging to the Seven Moons he never thought he would witness a disaster the size of the one tonight. If someone had told him about it, he probably would have laughed in their face. His two brothers were fighting over the same woman.

In public.

At Jimin 's club.

Unbelievable.

Well, he wasn't so sure Namjoon really had feelings for you. The right hand was known throughout Asia as the most eligible bachelor. Hope knew of her brother's reputation with women. But Suga, he had never seen him behave like that. He never went to the club and when he did, he ignored all the angels. Male or female, he didn't care.

JHope was beginning to think that his brother had made a weird celibacy pact with the Leader.

Never in a million years did he imagine that he would witness Suga, the most indifferent man on the face of the earth. Who didn't care about you or anyone or anything, literally make out on an alley like a horny teenager during prom night. 

And to top that with the pretty pampered heiress of one of his father's allies. 

Unbelievable, really.

He really didn't want to be there when the Leader found out what happened in the club. The thought of it  sent a shiver down his spine.They would probably both end up castrated. Although that would not be very beneficial to the clan now that he thought about it.

If it left the two leading candidates to inherit the clan without the possibility of having children…

“Jhope, where are we going?” your voice croaked from the passenger seat.

He was so focused on his internal monologue that he had forgotten that you, the aforementioned daughter of a former clan chief, fiancée of the heir, possible mother of the Seven Moons' legacy....

He had lost himself in his thoughts again, 

“We must wait for things to calm down, Princess Nari '' he gave you a quick glance as he continued driving “Suga-hyung and Namjoon must be at this very moment extreme make overing each other's face with their fists and later when they get to the house, our father is going to finish what's left of them.”

You shrunk a little, he realized that your pupils were still very dilated, lips trembling as you were about to cry “Hey, princess calm down. We've all had a bad trip. Tomorrow you can say you don't remember anything and that you have low resistance to designer drugs. It's probably true, two doses of the new formula that arrived today from the labs mixed with alcohol? Wow, even I would have kissed Suga-hyung” That brought a smile to your face.

“Jhope, have you ever been to Russia?” he paused for a second to look at you, surprised a bit by the sudden question.

“Oh yeah, several times. It comes with the job, you know? I've been on several tours around the world, I like to call that my Mafia Tours. I'm sure you'd love it, if you take away the drugs, the guys with guns and the probability of getting arrested at an airport... Again “Jhope winked at the last part and the car came to a stop at a small warehouse.

“Let's go. You can have a hot tea and finish passing the Molly effect. And If you promise not to kiss me too, I'll tell you a bit of my story to keep you entertained” You nodded and got out of the van to follow Jhope.

Jhope’s small warehouse was on the outskirts of Seoul. It was a dimly lit space filled with stacked crates and boxes, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of musty cardboard and stale cigarettes, and the only sounds were the distant hum of passing cars and the occasional rat scurrying across the floor.

You noticed a few young men and women sitting on a table on the far back of the place. Most of them barely looked a day older than eighteen.

Some of them probably were still in highschool. 

Or at least supposed to be. 

They spoke in hushed tones, their faces obscured by the shadows, as they dealt in illicit goods and discussed the inner workings of their assignments. 

To put it in a simpler way. 

They were the clan’s runners. 

Rookies that were being trained by Jhope to push merchandise in the streets of Seoul. The real reason why he was also one of the Clan’s favorites to inherit the leadership. Is because he was in charge of recruiting and training the new generation of the clan. Raise them, to become ruthless gangsters like him.

And you guessed it. 

They were all extremely loyal to him.

Jhope guided you to a staircase that led to the second floor, secluded from the numerous containers that lined the place. Two men, more like boys, were guarding the front door and when they saw them arrive they bowed in respect. “Oh and Princess Nari, you can call me Hobi. That's what the people I like call me” 

He opened two heavy metal doors. Inside, the room was sparsely furnished with a simple wooden desk, a few mismatched chairs, and a filing cabinet pushed against the wall. The walls were bare, save for a few framed certificates and diplomas hanging crookedly, giving the impression that the space had been abandoned long ago.

“Let's see, first the tea and then the story. Come on, drink up” Jhope passed you a hot cup as you sat together on the small couch. You could see pictures and souvenirs from different parts of the world.

He was about to start his story when a quiet knock was heard on the other side of the office’s door. “Boss, do you have a minute?” Soo-jin, a young recruit, and one of Jhope’s favorites, was standing on the other side. 

“So-jin, I hope it's something too important for you to think you have the right to come into my office like this, when I have company." Jhope said.

She nodded strongly, "Yes, yes. Boss, you have to see this for yourself.

Jhope got up to follow the young woman. He stopped  before the doorframe to give you an empathetic look. “Stay here, Princess Nari. Then we continue our conversation”

The air was thick with tension in Jhope’s warehouse as he stood across Soo-jin. He knew the young woman since she was a scrappy teenager who just dropped out of school. In a way, he saw her as a younger sister. 

And he knew perfectly well that careful expression she had on her face right now. Like a kid who’s about to tell their parents they failed a class. 

He saw through the broken window and released a tired sigh "So, what did you find out about my brothers?" JHope leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Soo-jin.

Soo-jin shifted in her feet, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I...I followed them for a few days, like you asked me to," she began hesitantly. "And I found out that...they're both involved in shady business. I saw the right hand covered in blood leaving the Han-yong bath house last night. He is definitely the one behind the murder of the leaders."

"What about the Shadow?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Soo-jin licked her lips nervously before answering. "I'm not sure, but it's something big. He was meeting with some men in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I tried to get closer, but one of them spotted me and I had to run."

“Boss” she continued, eyes trembling and her voice almost a whisper “Those men are the same that attacked the Shadow’s warehouse three months ago. It was staged. They were working for him”

Jhope’s face remained impassive, but inwardly he seethed with anger at the news. He had always known that his brothers were ambitious, but he never thought they would stoop so low as to betray their own family.

He leaned back on the wall behind him, his mind racing. He knew he had to do something to prevent his brothers from fucking everthing up with whatever scheme they were planning. 

But he also knew that he couldn't do it alone.

"Thank you, Soo-jin," he said finally. "You've done well. I need you to keep an eye on them for me. And if you find anything else, let me know immediately."

Soo-jin nodded, relief washing over her. She had been worried about what Jhopes's reaction would be, but he had always been fair to her, even when she made mistakes.

He stood up, his tall frame towering over her. "You can go now. I’ll take it from here," he said, gesturing for her to go down the stairs.

Jhope's mind was already working on a plan to stop his brothers. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to protect his family at all costs, even if it meant going up against his own flesh and blood.

Because Jung Hoseok’s specialty was cleaning up his brother’s messes. 

Even if he also had to take care of them.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

Of course you had heard everything. 

The second Jhope left you alone in his office you bolted to the door and hid behind it. You already knew Namjoon was up to no good, but now you could link him to the murders of the ten Mob Leaders that were killed last night. You guessed that he did it behind his clan’s back by the way he was acting this morning.  But now you knew for sure that the only biological son of Kim Dohan was conspiring against his father.

And the shadow…

You had to dig deeper into the information about the attack on the main shipping port. Maybe you could use some persuasion techniques. 

Definitely not an excuse. 

You were just doing your job.

After giving several sips to your hot tea, you started to feel the effect of the drugs wear off. Looking at the pictures Jhope had scattered around his walls, you realized that most were from places where the most powerful clans, mafias and cartels reside.

Also some pictures with gang leaders you helped take down. 

Well, fuck.

“I look pretty handsome in that one. Right, princess?” You were so startled by his voice that you almost dropped your cup. 

“I- I got bored waiting for you” you said begging internally that he would believe you. He gave you a cheeky grin “I’m sorry, it took longer than expected. Are you feeling better? Do you want to continue the story?”

You nodded as you both walked again to the couch “Hobi, how did you end up in the clan? I mean, I know Namjoon and Jin were born into it. But what about you, did you always belong here?” 

“Uhmm you can say yes and no, princess” Jhope pursed his lips in a thoughtful gesture before continuing to answer “My family was involved for many years in the trafficking and smuggling of goods. Not at these levels, of course. But let's just say they were trading partners of the clan.”

“To make a long story short, my parents were caught by the police. My dad was convicted and my mom ran away, I haven't heard from her in many years” the man's gaze saddened and you let him continue. You couldn't help but feel a little bad to hear his story. 

You remember that from his file.

A father in prison.

A mother in exile.

And a sister who had left him more than 10 years ago.

Leaving him alone in the middle of their mess.

“I was left alone at a quite young age. For the 15 year old Jung Hoseok the best answer to that was drugs and dropping out of school. It wasn't easy, let me tell you” he let out a dark chuckle “I had to be pretty creative to get something to get high on the streets of Gwangju” 

He looked out of the office window deep in his own thoughts “Eventually that creativity led me to the Leader, our father. He offered me a roof over my head and free dope if I joined his clan. But the only condition was that I had to finish High School” Jhope laughed but his smile never reached his eyes.

“I was more than enthusiastic about the free drugs and not long after I discovered that I had a talent inherited from my parents for, you know, scamming. That made me a useful man to our father. The feeling that I belonged to something made me stay clean..... well, almost” Now he was silent, looking a little lost in his own memories.

“That's why I chose that code name, Jhope. Hope. Of never returning to my past self.” He said with a sad sigh.

15 years old. Too young to be an addict, you thought.

“Tell me about Russia” you asked trying to lighten the mood a bit  “Do you have friends there?”

“We mobsters don't have friends, Princess Nari. Only associates, acquaintances and enemies” Jhope again went back to his usual smile “But yes, in Russia I met someone some years ago. I convinced her to stay away from this world... ironic, isn't it? But for some reason, in the time I was with her I didn't feel so lonely”

The hell?!

He was talking about Anya. You were sure of it.

Does he know she works for Interpol?

Does he know you work for Interpol?

You could feel your heart racing and this time you were sure it wasn't from the effect of any drugs.  The image of the young woman in the store came to your mind. Jhope and Garam were too much alike, they had the same mannerisms when they spoke. The possibility that they were siblings perhaps seemed crazy, but to an agent's brain it made all the sense in the world.

It has to be...

“Hobi, do you have any other blood relatives? Like, you know, a sister?”

“What?” The man's expression turned completely dark in a second “Who. The fuck. Told you. About my sister?” he uttered every word approaching you, no longer looking like the friendly person he always was.

Maybe this was his true face.

But before you could even think about what she could answer him a clansman rushed into the office. “Boss! The dragon! The- they sent something again. I am very sorry to interrupt, but you need to see this” the young man's face was one of complete terror, as if he had seen the devil himself.

“The Dragon '' You furrowed your eyebrows at the name, remembering what you’ve read about the clan wars 20 years ago. But the report said that the whole Jade Dragon Clan was wiped clean by Kim Dohan. 

You thought that there were no survivors.

But you were wrong.

Very wrong.

“Stay here,Princess. Please.” He stood up quickly and rushed out of the door. Obviously, you were not going to stay there. You wanted to know what all the fuss was about.

It didn’t take a second to reject that you didn’t listen to Jhope.

You  failed to stop a scream of terror as you peeked over the railing of the stairs. Inside one of the containers were at least 30 completely mutilated and decomposed corpses stacked on top of each other.

Looking at them, it was hard to believe they were ever human.

And above of them a dragon's head made of solid gold, biting into a round piece of Jade. Watching you on top of that mountain of death. Hanging from the bodies was a message of victory, which seemed to have been written in blood:

This is how the devil pays for your loyalty.

That is when you realized that all of the corpses had the tattoo of the seven Moons on their necks.

They were clansmen.

And The Devil.

The note was referring to Kim Dohan making it clear that he had betrayed his own men.

That is how the Devil pays for his loyalty.

These were the men Namjoon had ordered to kill three days before.

The ones Suga was sent to disappear.

And you had a bad feeling that if you didn't find out what had happened there....

You would soon join them.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

Hello,

I tought a lot about publishing this chapter today or not. First I have to confess that i did not plan that Hobi's special chapter would drop the day of his enlistment.

But today has been a very weird/sad day and I needed to just change this feelings into something productive. So I finished translating/adapting this chapter.

Hate! Hobi is one of my ultimate fav characters, we love a dual king.

And for real life Hobi, we will miss you 💗

I hope everyone is doing well, I'll send you all a virtual hug.

Thank you so much for reading this story, it really means a lot to me.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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[gukstars]

BTS as Mafia Members...

But imagine Kookie, the maknae, being the leader instead of big bad Joonie. He would be the most experienced in the drug & gang world cause he grew up with all of it surrounding him. He would be an expert fighter, perfect negotiator, extremely manipulative & has a facade as the levelheaded type, but in actuality, he’s filled with rage literally every second of every day. 

Then you have the rest of the boys, Joonie would be the second-in-command. Kook’s right-hand man for everything. He’s wise, caring, & when he needs to be, extremely violent and crude. He cares for the members like they’re his family & he’s always there for every single one of them. Every decision that Kook decides is always run by Namjoon to see if it’s the right thing to do or if there’s a better way to do it.

Yoongi would be the info-breaker. Always tracking current targets that need to be dead, guiding the boys through their latest haste, breaking down firewalls, hacking into security systems, & so much more. He’s the eyes in the sky & everywhere else. He knows anything & everything about anyone or anything. 

Taehyung would be the drug lord. He’s out & about doing every deal that bangtan is able to score. He’s the main source of their income and if he’s not doing his “professional work” then he’s probably in the back room getting high, getting completely fuck drunk or snorting cocaine off of some poor girl’s thighs.

Jimin is the weapon specialist. For some odd reason, he knows everything there is to know about weapons. It’s slightly uncomfortable how he knows all the little quirks and tips to guns, swords, machetes, everything. He’s witty, strong, & if you want a specific weapon… Jimin’s defiantly the guy to go to. It doesn’t matter if it’s something as exotic as a flamethrower or basic like a pistol. Jimin will, without a doubt, have it.

Jinnie is the getaway guy as well as the doc. He’s the man waiting in the car with a walkie-talkie so he can hear the other members in their haste. He’s analytical & knows the way around the streets like the back of his palm. He’s always ready & on edge cause, the entire plan really depends on him. If he doesn’t cooperate then everything falls apart. He’s the heart of the system, without Jin… nothing works properly but he’s also the man that stitches their wounds, pulls out the bullets from their flesh, heals their bruises, and cleans their cuts.

Hoseok is the trainer. He’s strong and all bronze. He trains anyone that enters their little gang into being the best fighter they can possibly be. He’s very violent & by far the greatest fighter there is (excluding Kook, of course) but above all things… Hoseok’s also the lover boy. Flirty, cunning & there’s never a time where he isn’t wearing that infamous smirk that drives people crazy. He flirts his way through anything & if bangtan needs to persuade a specific person, Hoseok is the guy to go to. Male or female, it makes no difference. His task is to get someone so sexually frustrated that they give in to him and let their guard down for just enough time to let him through.

#bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bts #ot7 bts #gangster au #mafia au #criminal au #bts suga #bts rap monster #bts jin #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts jhope #jung hoseok #jeon jeongguk #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #bulletproof boy scouts #bts drabble #bts drabbles #bts imgaines #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts blurbs

[namjoonchronicles]

BTS X WoodKid “Run Boy Run”

If they could escape the sasaengs, people asking them to speak in English and demanding another member during a solo Vlive.

*sasaengs; psychotic stalkers that violates artists’ privacy who hide behind the mask of a fan

**this was made for BTSOutCast, but was not released due to poll votes

#bts #fmv #bts smut #taehyung #rapmon #suga #jhope #jin #jungkook #jimin #namjoon #yoonig #seokjin #jeon #mafia au #delinquent #gamer au #hacker au #stalker au #bts as gangsters #fluff #nagst #fanvid #video #fanmade #armiesnet #btsnetwork #bangtannet #bad boys au #bts bad boys

[moongoddess257]

Probably one of my fav bts gangster au’s I’ve found just ughh it’s so good. Seriously well done to the creator  

Credit to -  jeonvmin on youtube

*disclaimer* I do not own this edit full credit goes to the original owner

#gangster au #BTS edit #bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts rap monster #bts jhope #bts jin #bts suga #bts yoongi #yoongi #jimin #jin #jungkook #v #taehyung #jhope #bts au #bts fmv #kpop fmv #kpop #fmv #rap monster

[hobiscloset]

I’m seeing them at the AMA’s red carpet and I hate it. Nearly all of it. Why the pants look like they need to shorten the cuffs. Why the 80’s shoulder pads. Why they put Namjoon in gray. Why. Why. Why.

But above all, how in sweet hell Jungkook managed to pull that atrocity off, tho?

I’m so conflicted.

okay. okay. okay. after giving ourselves enough time to like scream. Here we go. Thoughts on the Suits

Before We Noticed The Pants (a lot of the early shots on tumblr were from the waist up)

E - WAKE UP YOONGI DYED HIS HAIR ORANGE E - my jaw dropped when i saw the fits. like yes they look a bit like Gangster from The Untouchables. but ALSO so good E - i need to shake the hand of the person that walked into the styling room and pulled out a giant poster with WAISTS written in glitter glue. also i love that they made everyone have waists except Jin and Joon L - those are two fridges in louis vuitton L - alexa play blue & grey

After We Noticed The Pants

E - PLEASE LOOK AT THESE PANTS. I JUST REALIZED HOW THE PANTS ARE FITTING THEM L - NO NO NO WE'RE DOING WAIST UP DO NOT LOOK AT THE PANTS. REPEAT DO NOT LOOK AT THE PANTS S - Why would you do this to me, bruh. Also, why the fuck is this world LIKE THIS. I AM PACKING MY RUCKASACK AND MOVING TO ASIA E - i was so blinded by how fucking tiny their waists look that i didnt notice until @punkrockbrokemy--heart messaged the blog directly to say a crime had been committed E @ S - you gonna fight everyone who fits pants in the entire content? S - I have no other choice L - the hero we need S - how can an ENTIRE continent suck at tailoring pants [for reference please see every pair of pants Xiao Zhan has worn] K - if I don't look at where they fall on the shoes it can't hurt me K - they're gonna get that arc of damp material if they step on a real street. and it's in grey. at the heel S - YES L - (we we saw them chang out of the suits) i'm so happy for them that they got to take off the pants not that it was hard, them already being half off

The Next day after we calmed down ( a bit)

E - So i know we Hate™ the pants in their first looks. but i sort of love the jackets. in like an 80s inspired zut suit look. i mean they arent just boring black suits K - the jackets are acceptable. no pants that are as expensive as their clothes are should look so easily creased and cheap E - the crotch creases are real and pleantiful K - they literally went from a hotel suite to a car to a show and it already looks that bad. that's a terrible fabric choice for the event L - yes actually loving the jackets shoulder pads and all. we knew they weren't going to do anything big at an american award show but this is a huge step up from just meh suits. and of course they're still well within louisvitton grip but i think these are some of the best lv fits we've seen (this is of course ignoring the pants) E - the only fits i liked slightly better from LV are the ones they had in the us when they saw cold play last time. JHope wore that checkered suit. those were like fun and funky A - Someone misunderstood what people meant when they said "hour glass figure" and now we have terrible pants but great shoulder to waist ratios

We are gonna have a separate post for the performance looks

#bts #ama red carpet #bts red carpet #american music awards #rm #jin #suga #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #fashion moves in 20 year cycles #and LV said bad pants are back

[kitchenmogra]

and read a thousand books on the celestial bodies but they won't tell you that the sun also cries sometimes (or, loves someone named yoongi, for that matter)

#hoseok #happy birthday hoseok #jhope #bts #bts fanart #btsfanart #kpop fanart #ok but listen #hoseok as el chalk #sndnndjdndkdn PRISON/WEST COAST/GANGSTER AU #also peep the OMELAS #AND LISTEN I JUST HAD TO SNEAK YOONGI IN THERE #YOONSEOK FOR LIFE