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It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt.20]

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence. Warning/trigger warning: graphic imagery, gang activity, gun usage, mature subject matter, mild drug usage, murder, suggestive language, lots of language, brief crude/unnerving behavior, mentions of blood, toxic/abusive themes, humiliation, gas-lighting(?), cheating is a subject of debate, brief non-explicit s*x, betrayal, lies. Don’t like don’t read please💗

Members: Bts Feat. Got7, Lisa

→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader x ?

→Summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have killed you long time ago. After pain, the betrayal and lies, you’ve survived somehow—you’re apart of a family now, but there’s no love here.

word count: 10k +

author’s note: I hope you enjoy, it’s been a while 🫶 please see m.list for previous parts💗 will edit later😪

Your world has been flipped upside down and inside out.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago. You’re not where you thought you’d be or with who you thought you’d be with. By now, you would have been on the path to graduate in the fall of this year. That’s not happening anytime soon, maybe never. Not since you’ve joined this madness for your own survival, there’s no other way out.

You’ve been outside in the grass for an hour, walking in the cold, just begging for the sun to beat down on you for a little bit. Today was supposed to be your first hand-to-hand combat lesson from Jimin. Your stomach twisted in anxiety all morning. The last encounter you had with him was less than pleasant.

Oddly, he never showed up. Assuming he forgot, you went outside and to do some conditioning on your own. You did small exercises to loosen up and get your blood pumping. It’s nice to have some time to yourself. You’ve spent so much of your time with Yoongi these days. You’ve spent more time with him then you have with Jungkook. Some days he’d give you lengthy lessons on hierarchy, laws and the systems they use to operate the business. Other days he’d fall asleep from the pain medication and you’d quietly leave the room to go make lunch. No one seems to be home much anymore, it’s usually just you and Yoongi, much to Jungkook’s disdain. He’s out with Namjoon a lot, sometimes for two days at a time you don’t see him.

You creep downstairs after a shower and check the office. He’s not in there so you go to his bedroom but you’re met with a closed door, you knock.

“Come in,”

You walk into the room to see him sitting on the bed, removing the wrap on his abdomen and exposing the bullet wound. Your stomach turns at the sight. You fidget with your fingers and stare at the blood littering the bandage, it takes you back to a bad place.

“What is it?” He lays back, trying to catch his breath. You stand near the door, clenching your hands.

He’s always intimidated you but you can’t say you fear him anymore.

Six months ago, if someone told you you’d be with him almost everyday, you’d say they were crazy. Yet, here you are. He’s assumed this mentor-teacher role that surprisingly fits him. Even after spending all this time with him, you struggle to speak to him sometimes.

“Is there anyway for me to get a phone?” You mumble out your request. “I don’t have one anymore so I need to have some way to communicate with- all of you,”

“Not right now, I’ll make sure you get one when we’re in a stable environment, stay with one of us until then,” You try to hide your disappointment with a small nod. Yoongi steps into his bathroom briefly and when he comes out, you are standing in the same spot. He looks up at you.

“Did you need something else?” That’s the nice version of, ‘why are you still standing there?’

“No but,” You mentally cringe, a bit flustered, “do you need help with changing that?” You point to his side.

"Sure,” He breathes a sigh of relief, if he has to do it one more time he might just scream. He lays back on his pillow and waits.

“I’ll wash my hands first,” You scurry to the bathroom and wash with warm soapy water.

More than anyone, Yoongi has been the most consistent. The same person you hated for getting you into this slowly became the person making it easier to be here. You’ve been through so much with him and because of him—the dynamic is weird. He watches your every move, from the way you discard the old bandage to the clumsy way you unravel new goss.

“Ah,” He winces and you freeze.

“Sorry,” You pause all ministrations, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s clean before-“

“You’re doing fine, I’m just sore,” He offers a bit of praise and you smile, hands feeling less shaky. With a cloth, you clean around the stitching with antiseptic, careful not to press too firmly. You discard the cloth and start wrapping with a clean bandage.

Being so close to the damage makes your stomach queasy. All that you’ve seen and gone through is heavy on your mind. You can’t help but feel partly responsible for this, for Jin’s choices. Yoongi’s chest rises and falls, causing your eyes to drift towards his chest and land on a red ink peaking over his shoulder. Since when did he have a tattoo?

You look to him for approval. “Is that okay?”

He massages his temples with a nod, “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why?”

“Jin shot you…He could have killed you,”

“What he did to me was his choice, it has nothing to do with you. He’s betrayed me before, knowing him comes with the chance of getting stabbed in the back—you didn’t know?”

“No,” You nod sadly, “yes? I don’t know, maybe I didn’t want to admit it.”

“You never know with him. One minute you can trust him with your life,” He tugs a shirt on and moves to the closet to gather some things, “the next you’re running from him to save your life, that’s who he is.”

“I thought that after my fathers death, we would become close,” You bite your lip, “we’re farther apart now than we’ve ever been,”

“That’s hard to believe, given he acted as if you didn’t exist.”

“He never said anything about a sister, even after our dad was killed?”

“He kept any family he had away from us. Because of that, there was never much Namjoon could do to threaten him—until you. Deep down inside, it almost seemed like he loved you.”

You’ve started to wonder if Yoongi even knew what it meant to love someone. He doesn’t seem like Jungkook or Jimin, happy to have a warm body or a listening ear. Yet, there is something symbiotic about the relationship he has with the group, especially with Jin. He seems to depend on them, even if he doesn’t say it or show it.

“I’m sorry,” He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, “I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I am.”

“Thank you,” Your eyes reluctantly meet his, “you did what you had to do though, I can’t imagine what I would have done in your position,”

He doesn’t respond. The truth is, he wants to survive, he wants what he has to survive, if that means selliing someone to do so, so be it. they’re all like that. If it means sabotaging each other, they’ll do that too.

“Is the relationship with your father as complicated as mine was? I didn’t even know what he did until he died…”

“You could say that, he tried to kill me as a kid so that should give you an idea of what he was like. He called it training but I know he wanted to see if I would survive. He abused my mother and anyone close to him, he was a heartless bastard—I have a ton of reasons to hate him and I did at one point.”

You swallow, the reality of who you’re speaking to sets in. “You don’t anymore?”

“No, not so much anymore. He’s dead,” He sniffs, wiping at his nose, nervous tick, “I killed him.”

Of course he killed him.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I mean I know he was awful to you and your mother but,” You place a hand over his in sympathy, “I’m sure that was painful, I know it was when I lost mine. He died right in front of me, I was sick, hysterical—I never felt pain like that before.”

This is deja vu.

Years ago, he recalls having a conversation very similar to this with your brother. He can’t stop staring at you, his doe eyes linger on you longer than they ever have.

“What?” You look around.

He breaks out of his daze when you bring attention to him staring at you.

“I need to take this call,” He stands up and escorts you out, “we’ll talk later, alright?”

You try to hide your disappointment, “Okay,”

You felt like you were just getting somewhere with him. Gone was his cold leader façade, he looked human.

He looked like you.

It was so late when he got home, he was afraid you’d already gone to sleep. He trudged up the steep stairs and straight to your bedroom. He opened the door softly and dropped his bag in the corner. To his dismay, you weren’t in the bedroom at all.

“Y/n?” He looked around upstairs but you were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit him, you’re probably where you’ve been spending most of your time, Yoongi’s office. He begrudgingly marches down the stairs to go get you, it’s his turn to spend time with you.

Without knocking, he peeks into the office and sure enough, you’re asleep with a pen in your hand and a paper under your face. He stops for a moment to admire how peaceful you look and smiles to himself.

He could come home to this for the rest of his life.

When you hear the door creek, you sleepily look up and see Jungkook in the doorway.

“Hey,” You smile, dropping your pen.

“Hey,” He gently smooths a hand through his freshly cut hair, “I’m sorry it’s late, things got backed up and we had to wait.”

“It’s fine,” You visually take in how tired he looks and quickly get up to hug some of his stress away. You hum against his chest.

“I missed you,” He kisses your temple.

When you look up, your heart skips a beat and a cheeky grin forms on your face. “I missed you too,”

“How did your training go?”

“Fine,” He pushes your hair out of your face, eyebrows scrunching.

“Did Jimin teach you?”

“Well…no, I haven’t seen him today, so I just trained myself I guess,”

“Hm,” He squints, touching the abrasion on your skin until you wince, “how’d you get this?”

You shake his hand off and distract him, cupping his face and kissing him. He exhales against your lips and his mouth goes slack. He’s eager but not deliberate at all—he loves to be kissed like he’s about to die.

When you finally separate, he looks at you amused. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh, hoping he’ll cave in with your persuading, “I don’t know, maybe?”

“I need to shower first,” He thumbs the back of your hand, “do you want to join me?”

“I already showered,” You turn him down, you’re not in the mood to feel the hot water turn cold and for your fingers to start wrinkling up.

“Wait up for me then, so you can finish what you started.”

During his shower, he thinks of what he wants most right now. He wants you, he always does. In his arms and close to his heart, bringing him back to earth. The fragrance of the soap and the warm steam enters your nostrils when the bathroom door opens. In just a few moments, he’s all over you with damp hair and clumsy movements.

“Ah,” he breathes against your ear, “It’s my mom’s birthday today,” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, a very Jungkook thing to do, “I wanted to call her but-…I couldn’t,”

You hum in acknowledgment, eyes glazing over, body tingling and heart racing when he uses his thumb to coerce you into giving in.

“Ah…there you go—let me know how it feels,” He snickers at your scrunched up facial expression. He suddenly stops his ministrations to knead the soft flesh of your thighs, stretching you a little further than you were prepared for, “I’m a pleaser y’know, I like the guidance,” You look up with pleading eyes, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s bad enough that the walls are thin and everyone is home—you are not bringing anymore attention to yourself.

”Talk to me,” he exasperates further, “you’d think I was choking you, don’t hold your breath,” He smirks, hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, “I don’t want you passing out on me.”

”Jungkook,” You gasp for air, “I don’t want anyone to hear,”

You try to hide from his piercing gaze but you have nowhere to turn. Without a word, he leans down to kiss you but you don’t offer much movement back. It could be the overstimulation of it all but you keep spacing out. He’s frustrated. He becomes increasingly heavy-handed, relentless, as if to force your presence to remain attentive to his.

It hurts a little, the scars on your thighs are sore under his fingers. You don’t have the will to tell him to stop. He already handles you like you’re glass, you don’t want him to feel that way right now, you don’t know how you want him to feel or yourself.

He breaks the kiss and continues like he didn’t just sophisticate you, “I ha- haven’t talked to my mother in almost a year, I don’t know if I can hear her voice and not cry,”

“I’m- I’m sure she wants to hear from you,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.

“I don’t think so,” He chuckles, “she’s-…It doesn’t matter, I have you, you’re all I need,” His face is like a furnace when he presses his forehead to yours, his necklace tickling your chin, “I love you, I love you,”

When he says things like this, you’re reminded of how vulnerable he can be. For some reason, you feel a tinge of guilt.

A whimper spills from his lips and you feel his whole body go rigid. Then there’s a loud knock on the door. You cringe and Jungkook practically cries out in annoyance, face sinking into the crook of your neck.

“Ignore it, they’ll leave,” he mutters between kisses on your neck, “shh, just focus on me.” he tries to chase the fading feeling as it grows more distant.

There’s another knock on the door, this time louder and harder.

“Put some pants on and come out for the damn meeting!” Taehyung’s deep voice thunders and your stomach drops.

“Fuck off!” Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, “I’m not going to another damn meeting, it’s the middle of the night,” He yells back and promptly leans back down to kiss you, maybe to reignite what is threatening to flee, but Taehyung interrupts again.

“You don’t have a choice, we’re talking about you,” Tae reminds him, “shit is always about you these days.”

“Kook,” your brows furrow in discomfort when his grip tightens on your thighs and your body shys away from his touch, “that h- hurts,”

“I’ll just pick the lock if you don’t come out, how would you like that?”

That did it.

With a half apology, he jumps out of the bed and rushes to get his clothes. The door opens and slams shut behind him, leaving you abandoned. You can’t make out what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I knew that would get you out,” Taehyung laughs, taking note of Jungkook’s wet fringe and visibly tensed muscles, he’s visibly winded, “let’s go.”

“I’ve been out all day, I’m not going to another meeting in the middle of the fucking night, why do I need to be there? What is there to talk about? You guys could have talked to me earlier,”

“Namjoon wants to discuss relocating and Junghyun. That prick is your real brother, isn’t he? You should go see about him, it’s your fault we have to deal with him anyway.”

They both look back and see Jimin who has somehow found time to get silver streaks put in his hair. His pretty eyes look glazed over as he scans Jungkook up and down. His eyes roll and he burns with envy—Jungkook goes back into that room with you. Every night.

Despite being upset with you, he still can’t deny your appeal—it’s hard to ignore you.

“He’s publicly calling for your arrest,” Hoseok happens to be on his way downstairs and joins the conversation, “personally, I think you could use some jail time, you’ve caused a lot of problems for us.”

Jungkook tries to open the door to go back to you but Taehyung threatens something worse. He doesn’t get the chance to let you know why he’s gone and the door is left slightly open.

So you lay there, staring at the door and trying to steady your breathing. Anxiety builds in your chest, how can you get to the door like this? You grimace, Jungkook should have made sure the door was closed.

Your heart sinks when you see the footsteps pass the door—then slowly come back.

The door creaks and light enters the dark cozy room, followed by the door shutting.

It’s Jimin.

“Hi,”

You clutch the bedsheets—what does he want?

“I want to talk to you about what I said the other day,” He slowly paces around the dark room, “I said you were conniving, a back stabbing bitch and a fucking liar like your brother…I’m sorry,” He sits on the edge of the bed, a longing expression on his face, “I was just angry,”

You swallow, knuckles white from how hard your gripping the sheets. He’s apologizing but your mind is still stuck on, ‘back stabbing bitch.’

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” He traps you between his arms, one arm on each side of you, “I thought about it and I realized that you- You didn’t do this, he did. He ruined you,” Tears begin to well in his eyes and you look at him wide eyed, “you’re not the same girl I know when you’re with him.”

You try to sit up, but he’s too close, the cover could easily get pulled under his weight.

This is scary—he’s a staring into your soul, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. It’s hard to tell whether this is guilt, an attempt to gain pity, or a mental breakdown—knowing him, it could be all three. “I’m so sorry, Y/n,”

“It- it’s okay…” You look away, too nervous to say anything else.

“Really? You forgive me?” He smiles, tears dissipating just as soon as they appeared.

You put on a convincing face, “Yes...”

“Even if you say that…I’m still being punished,” He leans into you, face just centimeters from your own, “you’re my punishment.”

“Jimin,” You plead, horror in your eyes, “What do you want from me?…”

“I wanted to see you,” He traces a finger from your brow to your ear, “I can have anyone I want, but not you. Why does it have to be you that I can’t have? Jungkook had to fall for you,” He glances down at your pouting lips, “But to know I can’t have you….it makes me want you even more.”

“Jungkook will be upset if he finds out you we’re here,” You whisper, fearing for his safety and yours.

“He doesn’t have to know I was here, he doesn’t have to know anything about us,”

He notices you clutch the sheets really hard, and your thighs squeeze together. “What’s the matter?” He glances at the nightstand and gathers clues to what was happening in here moments ago.

“Oh…that must be frustrating, he just left you like this,” He smirks, “he hasn’t changed, he uses you just like he used Jiyoon,”

“No, he doesn’t,” You frown, trying to push yourself back into the headboard.

“He does, baby,” He coos, condescension in his tone.

“He’s not like that anymore,” You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes.

He rubs your thigh over the blanket, “I remember having you at arms reach at one point, you have no idea how hard it was to see you every night, laying in that bed all alone…especially those nights you’d ask me to stay with you and you let me hold you. I‘d have to visit a few of my old friends just to get my mind off of you, cold showers don’t work for me.”

You always ignored Jimin’s red flags, it was easy when you were alone. Were you manipulating him or was he manipulating you? It could be both. But Jimin comes with years of experience, he has seen and done more than you ever have. Some might label him as a whore and they wouldn’t be so far off from the truth. A few hours in the red district and he can quickly make a name for himself.

“But even though I’m attracted to you, I don’t view you as an object, you’re a human being with your own life,” He grabs your wrists to pull you up and hug you. Jungkook’s shirt is all you have on and you shudder at the closeness. But you appease him by hugging him back. You hold him tight, as if you were hugging him on one of those terrible nights. He hums over your shoulder, arms so snug around your waist.

“Jimin,” You sniffle, fighting back tears of your own now, “please go…”

“If I told you I loved you, would you tell him?”

Your mouth gapes in surprise.

“I-…I don’t know.”

“I knew it,” He sneers, “you don’t care about me enough to say that you love me.”

“I do care about you,” Your body feels like it’s numb when he finally lets you go. “I don’t mean to hurt you, I’m just- I’m confused…I’m with Jungkook, I suppose I love you too but not in the same way-“

“You made me fall for you, and now you don’t want me…Your so fucking self absorbed, you can’t even see it.“

You fall silent. Nothing you say can change how he feels. You’ve opened a wound, one that he has never been able to heal.

“It’s fine,” He coos, “if this is all I can get from you, I’ll take it, for now.” He tilts your jaw up by your chin and kisses your neck, purposefully leaving a damp spot to make you squirm against him. Then he leaves the room with a lingering gaze on you.

You lean over on your side and fall apart. You start start to cry into the bedsheets and wish this would all end. Why is this happening? You flee the bedroom and head for the only place you know no one will look for you.

“I’m leaving late tomorrow night, we decided that I should be the first to relocate,”

Yoongi reminds Hoseok who won’t be joining him to his dismay. The leaders need to distance themselves, being in close quarters for too long is never good.

He shuts the door with an exhale.

“Come out,”

You open the bathroom door and gasp at the sight of the gun. He lowers it as soon as he sees that it’s you.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave,” You rub the tears from your eyes, only making them look more irritated, “I just-…I knew no one would look for me here.”

“Wait,” He puts his gun away with a sigh, “did something happened? You look like you’ve been crying,” He scans you up and down for injury as you keep your hands on your face to cover your eyes.

“Did someone hurt you?” He questions firmly and you shake your head, “you can tell me.”

“No…” You mumble and he comes down from high alert.

You stand there, tears now rolling down your cheeks. This is not a new sight to Yoongi, panic attacks and breakdowns are concepts he knows well. Whatever or whoever caused this must have made you feel unsafe, that’s the only explanation he can gather.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He- he went to a meeting,” You sniffle, “you weren’t with them?”

“No.”

“Oh,”

He looks you over, debating whether he should inquire more. When he looks at you, he wishes he’d think of Geongmin or Rose, but he doesn’t. He can’t seem to figure it out with you. You’re not Jin but he feels that same sense of familiarity as if you were.

What am I thinking?

You start to breathe at a concerning pace.

“You’re gonna pass out if you can’t stop hyperventilating like that,” He stands in front of you to make sure you don’t collapse, “take a deep breath,” He breathes in and out, trying to get you to do the same, “if you aren’t hurt then what happened?”

“I don’t want Jungkook to see me,” You breathe in and exhale shakily.

That doesn’t explain what happened, you know that.

“If the meeting is over I’m sure he’s looking for you.”

“I know, I’ll go, I just need a minute.”

There’s a knock on the door and then you hear Namjoon’s voice.

Yoongi looks at you, then to the door, then back to you.

He waits for him to walk away from the door before whispering to you, “go back to your room, you’ll create more problems for yourself if you come to me like this, you know that.”

“But-“

“Go, we’ll talk tomorrow,” He takes your hand briefly, “I promise.”

He says that for your sake and slips out, door shutting abruptly behind him. It didn’t feel good to hear him say that. You want to be with Jungkook but there’s an unexplained uncertainty that creeps up. You scurry back to the room and catch Namjoon’s eye on the way upstairs. When you retreat back into the bedroom, he’s there waiting.

Jungkook sits in the chair in the corner of the room, no smile detected.

“Where have you been?”

“You left the door open,” You evade the question with a harsh reply, “don’t act concerned about where I’ve been when you left me in here half naked.”

“Shit,” He rubs the back of his neck, instantly feeling regret, “I’m sorry, they were rushing me and Taehyung was going to open the door if I didn’t do something-“

“Anything could have happened.“

His eyes widen. “Did something happen?”

“No, but-“

“Why did you leave the room then? It would have been safer for you to stay in here and close the door. But you left, why?” He stands up and slowly walks you down until your back hits the wall, “if nothing happened then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me.” You glare up at him as he towers above you, so close.

You saw this coming a mile away. The interrogation, the trust fading into the abyss. You turn your head, refusing to answer.

“Y/n,” He backs away, “you’ve been crying,” He cups the side of your face, not knowing that was the second time you’ve heard that tonight. “What’s going on?“

“I just needed some fresh air,” You brush his hand off of your face, “that’s all,”

“Fresh air, you leave the house without saying anything for some goddamn fresh air,”

“I don’t want to be stuck in here all the time, why do you have a problem with that?”

His expression darkens, you don’t know what’s going through his mind—let alone your own.

“We’re in a sketchy town in the middle of nowhere, that’s why.”

“You just want to control me,” You throw a jab.

“Don’t act like you need someone to control you then,” He lowers his gaze, “I protect you, whether you think it’s controlling or not, I don’t care.”

You feel your blood pressure rise.

“I thought you wanted me to join the group and work with you, why are you acting like I can’t do anything without you? I may not know as much as you but I’m not stupid, I know how to look out for myself.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” He tries to get closer but you press your back further into the wall, “I just worry about you,”

“If things didn’t happen the way they did, I don’t think you would have chosen me,” You blurt that out with no real concern for the ramifications, “you don’t want someone like me.”

“What? Why the fu k would you even say that?” He pauses to process what you said, “I love you, it doesn’t matter if we would have met in this life or another, you’re still the person that I love.”

“But I don’t know what love is, I used to but not anymore,” You mutter, “and I don’t think it’s what we have.”

He looks at you as if you were his worst fear in the flesh.

“What’re you saying? How do you not know what it is but say it’s not what we have?”

Every word out of his mouth feels like a gag being shoved down your throat. You want to explain further but even you don’t know what you’re saying.

“Say something, Y/n. You can’t say something like that and then go silent,”

“I don’t know why I thought I could do this, I’ve been trying but it’s not working, I can’t be a part of this. I hate having to put on an act... I’m trying to be brave and strong but I’m not, I’m not like you.”

“Baby,” He sighs, “is that why you’re upset? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is a lot, being a apart of this group isn’t easy-“

“That’s not it! It’s just the group, I just-…I’m not supposed to be here, I want to go home,”

He remains calm, “You are home, you’re with me.”

“No, my real home, with my family.”

You know your words hit him like a dagger to his heart. But you can’t keep pretending anymore, he deserves your truth.

“Today, I wrote a letter so that I could tell my aunt, everything that’s happened to me, she may never get to read it but I needed to get it off my chest,” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, “I don’t know when I’ll see her again but I know she’ll have questions, I don’t know what she’ll think if she finds out about you.“

“We’re in this for life. So was your dad and your brother, she‘ll have to accept it, it’s a big part of who you are now. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks?”

“I just am, ok?” You bite the inside of your lip,“god, I don’t know who I am anymore,” You rub your eyes to clear away any stray tears, “I’m so lost, I feel lost and confused, and I’m not happy, Jungkook,”

“What does that have to do with how you feel about me? You just suddenly don’t know how you feel about me?” His brows knit together after promptly dismissing your confession. He may as well have just said he doesn’t give a damn about your identity crisis. “If you don’t want to be an active member and train, I’ll talk to them-“

“No, I never said-“ You pause, “Are you even listening to me? I don’t feel like myself, that’s what I’m trying to tell you- Just forget I said anything, I’m sorry I even brought it up.” You storm past him to shut the light off and crawl back into bed.

“Hey,” The bed dips behind you and he lets out a deep sigh, “listen.”

To his surprise, you actually look back at him.

“You have to decide,” He plants a delicate kiss on your forehead. “think about who got you through this shit in the first place, think of where you’d be if it weren’t for me.”

Silence pangs throughout the room, giving you ample time to think about what he just said. He eventually sinks down behind you but doesn’t touch you. You got your answer, and it doesn’t feel very good. There’s no epiphany or moment of clarity, you don’t feel grateful, you don’t feel anything. Nothing.

There are defining moments in the lives of every mafia member. Everyone has a unique story that shaped them. Jimin’s story is not tragic like Jungkook’s or privileged like Namjoon’s, his life is more along the lines of a tale of the bad outweighing the good.

Before finding a permanent home with Namjoon, he had a home on the streets. His story began in grade school. He moved from his parent's home in the countryside to an all-boys school in the city. The same school Namjoon and Taehyung attended. He was 10. For a period in his life, he questioned his parent's love for him. Why send him to a city he knew nothing about with no family within reasonable travel distance? He concluded that they didn’t want him.

The last time he saw his parents was at his high school graduation. He arrived in the art teacher's car, not the most appropriate mode of transportation. No one ever knew why she took such a liking to him. He was sure no one saw the glances that were a little too long for the teacher to be on a student. Or the hugs that were a little too tight for a teacher and student. There were nights he would sneak out of the dorm to explore the city with a few bad friends. Those “friends” would use him. They would make him do things that they couldn’t do without a pretty face like his. He’d crawl back into the dorm, drunk and sometimes bruised. He never said what he did those nights, but it was clear it took a toll on him at the tender age of 16.

Namjoon observed how people responded to Jimin. He did that to everyone, every person has a niche. Even strangers would stop to give him a second glance. Older women especially loved him, something about him made them feel alive. The boy was born to be admired. It was at that moment that he realized how special Jimin was.

“My little brothers, graduating!” Namjoon welcomed them into the limousine with a beaming grin, “and just one more to go, you’ll be joining them soon, Jungkook.” He rubs the youngest shoulder.

“Maybe,” Jungkook shrugs, “graduating isn’t that important to me-“

“You might as well finish,” Hoseok rolls a joint with skill and lights it just as skillfully, “if this mafia gig doesn’t work you need something to fall back on,”

“He’s right, Kook,” The leader pops a bottle of champagne, giving the heavy drink his glass first, “make your mama proud one last time before you sell your soul to the mafia.”

It was one occasion where they all dressed up, ready to meet the dinner reservation, hit the clubs, and probably get wasted. Yoongi didn’t join but he sent gifts in the form of letters, Jin as well. Hoseok didn’t have much to do so he tagged along. At this point, his hair was long, to his shoulders, during his sleazy drug dealer phase.

Rose gave Taehyung a big hug but Geongmin was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m so proud of you guys,” Rose kisses her brother's cheek and gives Jimin a kind smile.

“No kiss for me?” Jimin pouts, leaning over to Rose with puppy dog eyes.

“Just this one time, Jimin,” She humors him with a kiss on the cheek and he giggles, “happy?”

“Very,” He flutters his lashes.

That night, they partied like there was no tomorrow. Namjoon insisted they deserved it and should indulge in a good time. Jimin managed to slip away to the strip club, where he ran into an old friend—an old girlfriend.

“Oh my god,”

Her name was Petal, that’s what she went by on stage. She was 6 years older than him and ruined their relationship fairly quickly, broke his heart and dared him to do anything about it.

“Jimin,” She scurries from the pole and over to him with a panic on her face, “what’re you doing here?”

“You look stunning,” He gives her a charming smile, “did you just start your shift? Your little costume is still on, and there are no bills in your…thong,”

“You need to go, please,” She adjusts her fuzzy pink cowgirl hat, “I can’t talk,”

“Hey, get back on the stage, beautiful!” A drunk 40-something yells from the crowd.

“Where’s your husband? I thought you two bought a house and had a few babies already, what’re you doing out here still selling yourself?”

“He left me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, now leave! I’m trying to work,”

She struts back on the stage, wishing she could hide from the piercing gaze that lingered on her.

“Oh,” Jimin shakes his head in disbelief, “so you cheated on him throughout your entire so-called engagement, lying straight to his face, claiming I forced you into fucking me and got me beaten unconscious, just so he could leave you?”

She tries to ignore him and focus on the music, it’s painful enough to be found out, let alone have to continue working.

“Petal,” Jimin leans against the stage corner, she ignores him, “Youjin,” She shudders at her real name, “your boss is watching, we both know you can’t keep a job so don’t mess this up by ignoring a paying customer.” He suddenly pulls out a hundred dollar bill, waving it around like a treat.

She crawls over to the edge of the stage and he tucks the bill into her bra strap. “Good girl,”

That night, he got his revenge. She experienced a fraction of the humiliation she put him through.

Jimin had a rough life. He was often placed as an after thought or a secondary option by the people who used him. His identity had been thrown in a blender his entire life, he was different people for so many different people. His pain and vengeance manifested itself in self-destructive habits that slowly ate away at him. To be on the receiving end of his pain, like Youjin and so many others, was a punishment more damaging to ones mind than ones body. He loved to please at any cost, even at the cost of himself. Was it his fault?

His past weighs heavily on him.

A knock on the door interrupts the first sip of his freshly brewed black coffee.

“Dr. Jeon? It’s Agent Ban, I have a 10 o’clock with you.”

“Come in,”

She opens the office door, revealing her tall figure in a black pant-suit and heels.

“Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me this morning,” She takes a seat and pulls out a tablet, “I know you’re very busy with everything that’s going on.”

“Of course,” He smiles, “I assume this is about my brother?”

“Not exactly,” She crosses her legs and pulls out a pen, “I am perusing a separate case that is loosely connected to that one.” ^

”Alright, then how can I help?”

“Your hospital is the most frequented for emergency medical treatment within a 10 mile radius, I wanted to ask if Jeon Jungkook was admitted with anyone.”

”From what I can remember, he had just been in a car accident and I was told he arrived with someone but that person had been checked out before I got to see him. And unfortunately, during the checkout, our systems were down so we have no record of the individual other than the fact that she was a female.”

”I see,” She writes some things down, “that’s all I need to know, thank you.”

“That’s it?” He was expecting more than that but she confirms that she’s gathered what she needs.

“For now, yes, but I’ll be in contact.”

She leaves the hospital and hops back in her car to head to her next location. The police department.

“Can I take a look at all of your current missing persons files? Those who are still missing and those who were found, if you have that available.”

“Sure,” The cop takes her to the file storage and gives her a key, “that drawer has all of the victims who were found over the past year and the bulletin board has the most recent cases that are not yet concluded.”

She takes her time going through the files. There are too many, too many girls not being taken on as priorities. By the time the cops get to them, it’s too late and the damage is done. The more she looks, the farther she feels from her victim. As she sifts through the photos, she has a moment of realization. If the girl is involved with the mafia and they want to keep her identity a secret, there’s no way her relatives would report her as a missing person.

Where could you be?

Morning came and the abrupt awakening set your day off in the worst way. The rain is hammering down on the house and Jungkook is waking you with a shake to your shoulder.

“Wake up, we have to go,” He looks you over, “we found a rat last night.”

You look up with squinted eyes, barely gathering what he said. “B- But…I thought,”

“There are eyes on this place so we have to leave. Get dressed,” He hands you some clothes for you go to the bathroom to get freshened up. This is happening all over again. You’re picking up and leaving the place you started to feel comfortable in.

“Wait, Jungkook,” You attempt to grab his hand but he slips away, “I need to talk to you,”

“Be downstairs in 10 minutes,”

The door slams shut and you get dressed with a thought weighing in your mind. If Jungkook doesn’t want to talk, fine. You were supposed to talk to Yoongi, you can’t leave without talking to him.

“Jungkook will go with me, Hoseok and Taehyung will go together,” Namjoon relays his plan to his best friend and co-leader, “Jimin should go with you, you need someone with the best combat skills, next to Jungkook of course.”

“And Y/n?” Yoongi brings up a valid question.

“What about her?”

“Where should she go?”

“Wherever Jungkook goes, it’s one a way to keep him under control,” Joon lets out a sigh, “but maybe she should go with you, you are teaching her and Jimin is training her.”

“Yeah, she should,” He agrees, “You tell the kid, I’ll talk to her.”

The kid—Namjoon giggles, he hasn’t heard that in a long time.

No one wants to deal with Jungkook’s possessiveness. That’s why Yoongi and Jungkook never got along. Jungkook was a bit too spoiled by Namjoon. He took Jungkook under his wing and treated him like he could do no wrong. Jungkook knew he had Namjoon wrapped around his finger.

It was his weakness.

“Where are we going?”Jungkook asks as he paces idly in the foyer, waiting for you.

“You and I are taking a trip to see a friend of mine in Japan, I think we can discuss moving half of our business over there.”

“How long?”

“Maybe three days? Could be more. We could be there for months, it depends. I like to socialize a bit before getting into the nitty gritty of business, that’s how we keep our clients.”

“Months? Y/n’s gonna give me shit when she finds out-“

“No she won’t,”

“What makes you say that?”

“She’s not coming with us,”

“Why not?” Jungkook frowns.

“Yoongi has really taken her under his wing, isn’t that sweet? He’s taking her with him, it’s best for all of us.”

“How? He doesn’t know her like that-“

“If Jin decides to go after her again, the last place he’ll think to look is anywhere far from you, he’ll think she’s with you but she’ll be with Yoongi.”

“He can find out where she is, if we had a mole then there’s obviously a way he can get that information, it won’t matter.”

“Y/n isn’t coming with us, as a member, she goes where I want her to go or where Yoongi wants her to go, she wants to go with him anyway.”

“How the hell would you know that? Did you talk to her?”

“I saw her leave his room last night, he said they talked, he didn’t say about what but I can put two and two together.”

“She was with him last night?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“No, there’s a lot of shit she’s not telling me,”

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

You hold onto the stairwell, walking slowly in hopes to not be detected. Namjoon is the first to see you, the brief eye contact was awkward. What makes it more awkward is Jungkook staring you down. It’s not the sweet, starry-eyed gaze, it’s cold.

“Is everything ok?” You walk up to Jungkook, trying to draw out a sweet expression, it doesn’t work. He stands up, brows furrowed as if you had just spouted out utter nonsense.

“I don’t know,” He looks you up and down, “you tell me.”

“What?” You look bewildered, “what do you mean?

“Have you been cheating on me? Because your stories aren’t adding up, tell me the truth,”

Your chest tightens and you ball your fist to release your sudden influx of frustration. You feel a bit embarrassed that Namjoon is watching this unfold.

“No- no,” You stutter, “why would you say that?”

He grabs your wrist and drags you into a random bedroom.

“Hey!” Ryan, the bleach-blonde buzz cut guy who came with Hoseok was in the middle of getting dressed. Jungkook spares him no mind. “You’re fucking crazy man,” He scurries out, struggling to put his shirt on in a state of shock.

“J-Jungkook, what’re you doing?” You swallow.

“You don’t make sense,” He confesses starkly, “you don’t make any fucking sense and it’s making me crazy,” He presses his temples.

You saw this coming. You wished you hadn’t.

“I used to be so sure about you, about us. I knew you were the one that I loved no matter what, you could do anything and I would forgive you, that’s how I felt just yesterday. Now, I don’t know if I can take it anymore. You don’t know what you want or who you are and you expect me to do something about it and I can’t!” He laments, “I can protect you and I can love you but I can’t fix all of your problems and that’s how you treat me, it’s not fair.”

“I never asked you to fix my problems,” You reply bitterly, “I wanted your support, you get upset when I confide in other people but when I confide in you, you don’t care,”

“Those other people don’t care about you,” He walks up to stand in front of your face, “other than you being Jin’s sister, they don’t give a shit about you, don’t you get that? Just because people accept you into something, doesn’t mean they care, they just want something from you-“

“That’s not true!” You cut him off angrily, “you don’t want them to care about me, that’s the real issue. I’m more than just your girlfriend,” Your nose burns as tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t want to just be yours, I want to be myself again,”

“You being mine, has kept you safe,” His tone sharpens, “do you know what could have happened to you if I didn’t let you stay with me?” He snorts. “You’d be a whore making money for everyone but yourself, that could have happened to you but I chose you. I fucking chose you and now…”

“Now what?” You dare.

“I’m not so sure I should have,” It pains him to admit it, “I wanted you, I wanted you so fucking bad, it killed me not to have you. Part of me was glad you came with no strings attached, no family no friends, you had nothing,” He confesses, “and I liked that about you, I didn’t want you to be someone apart from me, I wanted you to mean us,”

Jungkook is selfish.

To have you, was to love you. Was it not the same anymore? Now, you’re responding as if he has trapped you here and it feels awful.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you know how terrible that sounds to me? I loved you, all this time I stayed by your side because I thought this was love,” You breathe, “had I known you didn’t even see me as my own person and that you like that I lost my old life, I would have left you a long time ago,” You feel tears stream down your cheeks, but you’re unable to stop them from flowing, “and I’m always crying, every time we talk I end up crying,” You bite the inside of your lip.

“I was never a crier before you, I was happy, I was a good person before you,” You wipe your cheeks, anger and frustration bubbling in your chest, “my identity is gone and it’s your fault!You took it from me, you ruined everything for me!”

The emotion that has been harboring inside of you has finally come out.

“Then leave!” He shoots back. “If I’m such torture to be with then fucking leave,” He says with pain and anger in his tone, he’s hurting.

“Go fuck Jimin, fuck anyone- I don’t care anymore, I’m sure you’ve already done that. You keep lying. You lied to me just last night, you were with Yoongi and chances are you were with Jimin too, why did you lie?”

You swallow.

“If- if I would have told you the truth, you would have blown up like this, we didn’t do anything- Jimin is the one who came to me and I couldn’t stop him-“

“Stop him from what?”

“Does it matter? I can’t stop him from doing anything to me! I can’t- I can’t fight him, when he’s around I can’t do anything,”

“Bullshit,” He grits his teeth, “you made me believe he was the one who initiated all that shit, I’m starting to think that you wanted it…”

“I didn’t,” You press, “I just didn’t know what to do-“

“Stop, just stop,” He cuts you off, “I don’t believe you anymore,”

He’s beyond hurt.

All the times he’s found out that you and Jimin met behind his back, it’s laughable.

The first time he did it, you were relieved.

—

“Yah!” You were pulled back by a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Jung-” You tried to call for Jungkook but you were silenced by a hand clamping over your mouth. Now you were panicking, this can’t be happening now.

“Shh…baby, it’s just me.” He let you go. You quickly turned around to see Jimin with a small smile. He smiled at the cute face he once coaxed out of pain.

“Jimin? You scared me…” You stepped away shyly.

“I’m sorry.” He held onto your hands and tilted his head, smiling warmly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You knitted your brows in confusion, it’s not like you weren’t happy to see him but why was he here and how did he find you?

"I just wanted to see you.“ He was looking you over and you were wearing a familiar jacket that was far too big to be your own, "Jungkook? You’re here with Jungkook?” You nodded.

“Well, I should go before he gets suspicious.” Your heart sank, you knew that Jimin probably knew where Jin was and you wanted to go with him for that reason. “But-”

“Don’t worry baby,” He pecked your cheek, “I’ll come to see you again.”

—

He kept that promise.

He never stopped coming back and it’s only gotten you into trouble.

“Fine, if you’re not going to trust me then what’s the point of us anymore?”

“Y/n,” He says your name like a curse, “all the time and effort I put in to trying to love you, to make things easier for you—and this is who you really are? I fucking liar, did I make you into this?” His voice lowers, “because if so, I won’t do this to you anymore, if this is it, make it clear, tell me you don’t want me so I can breathe again,”

The blame has to go somewhere—you had to choose.

“I don’t want to-“

“Say my name,” He demands, “at least give me that.”

“J- Jungkook,” You utter his name out painfully, “I don’t want to be with you anymore…Not like this.”

He walks up to you and presses his hand against the wall, right beside your head. Your gazes are locked on, you both know this may be the last time you’re this close. He drags his hand from the side of your head to your cheek.

One last touch.

“That’s it then,” He exhales deeply, voice nearly too low to hear, “I’m sorry, you’re not the same person I fell in love with…I don’t know who you are.”

He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you alone. Just like you wanted. Your heart was broken to begin with, not just Jungkook’s doing, but as soon as you left the safety of your family, your heart began to break.

Jungkook storms out of the house and slams the door in his wake.

You walk out of the room but you are stopped by Namjoon blacking the doorway.

“Hey, sounded like things were getting pretty heated in here,” He tilts his head, “what’s going on? Are you two in a fight-“

“We just broke up,” You frown, “so whatever sick idea you had when you forced us together, it’s over.”

You try to push past him but you’re quickly reminded of his size and strength, he stops you in your tracks.

“Wait,” He holds your wrist in his hand, “seriously?” The look on his face in genuine surprise.

“Yes, now let go,” You pull against him, “I need to talk to Yoongi,”

“Is that why you were in his room last night? You told him you wanted to go with him right?”

“Yes,” You lie straight through your teeth, “will you please let go of me?”

Just as soon as you step away, the worst happens. The worst always happens.

“Hey! There’s a van a thugs outside and they’re armed,” Ryan bursts through the doors, “Hoseok and Taehyung left an hour ago, why’re you guys still here!?”

Before a, ‘what?’ can escape from your lips, a group of men in masks and with guns barge into the house, knocking Ryan clean out. About five gives waiting around to guard Namjoon come out with guns ablaze. There’s no time to process anything because Namjoon is already dragging you behind him and out of the house.

Within seconds he stops at the side of the house and you gasp for air.

“Wait,” You grab his sleeve, still struggling to catch your breath, “I need a gun, give me a gun, please! I can’t do anything like this,”

No more being protected off on the sidelines. You have to fight too.

“Here,” He pulls it from the holster attached to his thigh, “you better know how to use it.”

“Yoongi’s still inside,” Your eyes glaze over in sheet horror, “we have to go back, he could die-“

“No,” Namjoon knows this for a fact, “he’ll get out, compared to what he’s used to, this is a walk in the park,”

The Yoongi he knows has done this a dozen times and survived a dozen times, that’s just what he does. You take his word for it, you don’t have a choice.

With all those people in the house, you’d think they’d make some noise but it’s eerily quiet.

“Why is it so quiet?” You whisper.

“Shh,” He holds a finger to his lips, “they’re looking for someone and it’s not me or you,”

You feel your nose burn with the urge to cry at the thought, “Is- is it Yoongi?”

“Hush, I don’t know,”

“But-…” You fall silent when you feel a hand grab yours. When you look back and see Yoongi, your worries are soothed.

“Switch with me,” Yoongi stalks behind you, you and Namjoon share a sigh of relief, “you’ve used this one before,” he takes your hand and switches the guns.

“We need to make a break for the cars,” Namjoon leads the two of you to the driveway and garage.

“Y/N! Y/N!?”

The three of you pause and quickly realize who’s screaming your name.

“What the hell is he doing? Does he want to get killed,” Yoongi sneers.

“He probably thinks you’re still inside,” Namjoon concludes, “You guys go, I’ll get him.”

The car you assumed he was in is still running but no one is in the drivers seat. The closer you all get, you can see blood on the seats, who’s blood is that? You look to see if there are any body’s but there’s no one, did everyone rush inside?

“Yoongi, do you think they killed someone? All that blood…” You whisper as you follow him and he holds his phone to his ear.

“Our driver is down the road at that abandoned barn,” He puts the phone away, “we have to run, you’re gonna hear a lot of gunshots, but keep running.”

Yoongi took your hand and made a run for it. It’s nearly daybreak, the grass is covered in dew and the sun has yet to supply a decent amount of warmth. Just as he said, you hear the gunshots ring and you feel Yoongi’s hand tighten.

“Maybe we should wait for them? I’m afraid something will happen if we don’t stay and help, I’m scared-“

“No, we’re not waiting, we’re leaving now.”

The driver beckons you both over, hands secure on the wheel. Yoongi, despite his condition, pushes you into the car before himself. He tells the driver to go and he pulls off at an ungodly speed.

The car passes the house and all you see is an unconscious Jungkook being rushed out of the house and into the van.

“No, no, what’s happening,” You press your hands to the window and stare wide-eyed, “he’s not moving.”

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Duty | Prelude: Kyungshi

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Word Count: 439

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as agent companies, mentions of past death, violence, guns, blood, death, murder

Summary: Kyungshi finishes an assignment and receives news that sets everything in motion

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Jun Kyungshi exhaled softly as she tiptoed through the darkened car park, taking care not to trip while still keeping an eye on her target.

The man she followed was 27-year-old Kim Yugyeom, a former JYP agent. Yugyeom, along with the rest of his agent group GOT7, had gone rouge a few months earlier. The seven men had then split up, taking on solo missions as assassins, bounty hunters, and other similar dirty jobs.

Yugyeom's current occupation was that of a "janitor" for a local gang; that is, he cleaned up loose ends by bribing people in power and killing allies who were likely to spill their secrets.

His most recent job had been securing the death of Taeyeon, a solo agent working undercover for SM, the very agency that Kyungshi was under. Kyungshi had been a close friend of the older woman, and was devastated to hear of her death. The Boss had not objected to Kyungshi going after Yugyeom, so there she was.

Yugyeom froze suddenly, and Kyungshi cursed mentally as he began speaking to someone through what was obviously an earpiece. A quick glance at her surroundings showed a single security camera that was fixed on her. Damnit, how could I have been so careless?! She berated herself.

Deciding to act while she still had some element of surprise, she stood to her feet and leapt forward, clearing the large Volvo in front of her in one smooth motion. Out of its holster came her beloved .32 mm Glock, a silencer attached to the barrel. She lined up her shot and fired quickly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three shots echoed through the silent night air. Yugyeom turned, gazing at Kyungshi in shock, and for a moment she feared that she had missed. But then she saw the rapidly growing patches of crimson that stained his white button-up, and she allowed herself a small smile as the older man crumpled to the ground without a word.

She fired off a fourth shot, destroying the camera that had followed her movements before it could record her face. Then she climbed into her own black BMW and sped away from the scene.

As she drove, she switched on her own earpiece and spoke. "Agent Jun reporting mission accomplished."

The static-laced voice of her friend Selgui responded immediately. "Good work Agent Jun. The Boss has summoned you to headquarters, so you'd best clean up and head straight there."

Kyungshi frowned. Usually the boss only called on agents when something bad happened. "What happened Selgui?"

Selgui's voice was soft and sad as she replied "Hybe has struck again."

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#smut #x male reader #tumblr polls #K-pop poll #boy group #skz #bts #Nct #RIIZE #svt #got7

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Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr

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Game (Truth or Dare with Youngjae)

Turner (Taehyung as the new W. Turner)

Villain (Cruella de Vil but Wooyoung ooooor Hongjoong)

Brian (What am I? Young K)

Poison (vampire ateez)

Touchdown (hybrid college au JK)

Spy (spy x family johnny)

Pirate (pirate ateez)

Freeze (mafia stray kids)

Drunk (changkyun being not "that" drunk)

Poly (cleopatra pwp au with svt)

Lurking (assassin au with jinyoung)

Android (namjoon being an android in love)

Metanoia (fantasy au with pyromaniac yoongi)

Woozi (asylum au based on scenes from ruby mv)

Mirmirlidi (mark x reader x johnny humour)

Lachrymose (Mark as Rocket Racoon)

Wabi-sabi (taehyung hybrid au)

Orphic (jin merfolk au)

Speak (namjoon idol au)

Lawyer (kibum is a sassy lawyer)

Doctor (johnny as a doctor)

Apaixonar (jackson chaebol au)

Sciamachy (hoseok secret agent au)

Gentle (yeosang being a gentle criminal)

Found (found family with bts)

Alien (extraterrestrial idol contacts reseacher reader)

Dépaysement (hybrid apocalyptic au with San)

Kvanity (bucket list event)

Brute (bm being a soft brute)

Desideratum (bang chan idol au)

Cheetah (cheetah hybrid needs dog hybrid as an anxiety helper)

Fox (jimin hybrid au)

Now we come to my random ass ideas that are always based on a single picture...

Starting upper left:

Merfolk!Taehyung innocently drowning human reader

Pwp emperor concubine/servant dynamic

Upper middle:

Based on the movie rock of ages the scenes with the songs "wanted dead or alive" + "i wanna know what love is"

Upper right:

Big Hero 6 au with yunho as tadashi and wooyoung as hiro...

Spy academy e2l with seonghwa

Lower left:

Pwp emperor!minghao concubine/servant dynamic

Pilot academy e2l joshua

Demon contract au with wonwoo

Gang Au with jun

Arranged marriage king!joshua

Fae!prince!jeonghan

Alice in wonderland with jun

Sherlock holmes/detective au with joshua

Beauty and the beast joshua

Cinderella au with svt

Knight dokyeom getting annoyed with royal reader

Lower right:

Bartender jaebeom or neighbour jaebeom during laundry day pwp

Mafia au with jinyoung

Bad boy jinyoung

Romeo and juliet au with jinyoung

Pilot academy e2l jackson

Exes2lovers drunk worried jinyoung

Once again feel free to send in asks to any of those ideas/wips. I have for all of them sooo much trivia stuff and many scene ideas and I would gladly share them! To hype you up and hype me up and get like super excited about it and basically immediately sit down and write it 😅

#tagged #tag game #so many ideas #and basically no time #sigh #flurry things

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dvbkie099 · 9 months

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three - new friends?

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

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Her hearing came back first, followed by touch. Someone was touching her wound, with gloves on luckily. Her shirt was bunched up to her chest, and she could feel the warm leather of the parlour lobby's couch against her bare back.

Various voices filled the room.

The brunette and ginger from earlier, at least three others, and fucking Changbin.

Her vision came back a moment or two later, at first only blurs and strange shapes before her eyes decided to focus.

A pretty man with sandy-brown hair was above her, with a medical mask and wearing gloves like she had guessed, gently tending to the unhealed wound on the right side of her abdomen.

"Hello." He said calmly, as he continued to do whatever it was he was doing.

She didn't particularly feel like looking down at the cavity in her side.

"Hi."

"Well, you're alive, that's good."

She registered the brunette from earlier now standing next to the couch, looking down at her.

"Hyun if you don't move and stop shadowing my work I'll flood your bloodstream with BTX." The man tending to her snapped.

"Geez, you are picky." The brunette, Hyun, huffed. "I was just making sure she was actually alive. I'd like to actually be able to get our tattoos."

"Hw-"

"Is that what knocked me out? BTX?" She interrupted, making both men at her.

"Yes. Small dosage, with a delaying chemical in it."

"That shouldn't be possible."

The man tending to her raised a brow, "Oh?"

"There's no known antidote."

"Not to the general public." He said, continuing to calmly tend to her wound, "But I've never met someone who casually knows the acronym for Batrachotoxin."

"Med student."

"You're a tattoo artist."

"Used to be a med student."

"Hmm." He said, "Explains the stitching then. I fixed them. Limit your movement for a few weeks. Drink lots of water and increase the iron in your diet. Should be healed in a month."

She finally looked at the wound, no longer hastily stitched together from her struggle-filled attempt with her bathroom mirror as a guide. It was cleanly stitched together, fully cleaned and gently wrapped with some sort of sterile wrap that hugged her entire abdomen slightly. He rolled her shirt back down, before pulling away, discarding his gloves and mask in a trashcan.

Hyun helped her sit up, and she finally noticed a large number of people in her lobby.

The three voices she had heard earlier (along with Changbin and the ginger) were huddled around her precious sketchbook, two of them with unpleasant looks on their faces.

"-fucking coward, just get it out of her."

"I'm awake you dicks."

Call her crazy, but she was infuriated about them touching her sketchbook without permission and how they were speaking about her. If they were going to be like that, she did not want them as her clients.

Scarlet Lagoon be damned.

"Good. What's your relationship to GOT7." One of the men said, with dark brown hair and a seemingly permeant scowl on his face.

"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you all and then myself."

A few of the guys smiled at that, but Minji refused to let loose.

"Bold talk for someone who just almost died." He snarked, lips curled in distaste.

"I would've stayed dead if I knew I had to deal with your oh-so-lovely presence."

He stepped forward, probably to strangle her before he was tugged back by another man, with curly hair and plump lips. He was the one holding her sketchbook.

He approached her, squatting to meet her eye and holding her book out to her. Her heart caught at the picture in front of her. It was all the way at the back of her book, back when she was still an apprentice. Her linework wasn't as good, neither was her ability to take photos.

It was the picture of Yugyeom's tattoo. It was his, she knew, not any of the other six because of how she doodled a little star next to his name, unlike the other names in the description. Their real names. That and she could probably pick out just his hand in a line.

"There’s no denying you know them, most likely personally, so I’m going to ask a different question that will hopefully understand where we are coming from. Did Yugyeom or BamBam ever mention a Chan or Chris to you?” He smiled.

She eyed him curiously, “Yeah, little mousey kid who fought like a feral wolf.”

The man in front of her chuckled, his eyes twinkling with what she thought was nostalgia.

“Let me introduce myself then. I’m Bang Chan, and this is my group. We’re called Stray Kids.”

“Oh.” Was her response.

A long, silent pause reverberated around the saloon.

“I’m guessing you want those tattoos then. That’s fine. I’ll finish them and then you can kill me or whatever.”

Chan chuckled, “Yes to the first part, no to the second. I’d rather not have Yugyeom murder me from wherever he’s hiding.”

Her eyes flashed slightly in distrust, and he gave her another charming smile before setting her baby back in her hands.

“It’s good to finally meet you in person, Jung Minji. I’ve heard so much about you.”

○○○

With proper introductions handled and some more shit sorted out, Minji's distrust of the group had waned. Did she trust them? Not in the slightest, but she at least didn't feel like murdering them anymore.

She had killed one too many this month.

Before they had gone, disappearing from Seoul's scene without a word or warning, they had built up quite an empire. Enough to have subordinates and an entire organized system of people that they trained and worked for them. Highly confidential information was freely spoken to her, and she retained the information even as the years passed by. Certain people they trained tended to stick out, Mark and Jaebum selecting those people for certain things and testing them. A year or two before their vanishing act, they had spoken about Chan, their star pupil and arguably favourite employee forming his own gang with some of their other underlings. The guys had allowed it, powerful enough that they had more to manage than they could just do. Stray Kids had formed, handling more of the ground-level stuff and building their skills and reputation. Jaebum had wanted to see how they would do, with the hope that the new gang would do well enough to eventually take GOT7's place in Seoul.

The gang life was a young man's life after all.

None of them had expected GOT7's disappearance so quickly, however. Even though she was one of two people who knew their location, she was still blind to the whole story behind it.

She was never a member of GOT7, but her close relationship with the elite of Seoul's underground granted her unique privileges. Even though Yugyeom had forbidden it, she had never had an interest in joining her childhood best friend in his lifestyle. She was adjacent. A normal somewhat upstanding citizen to most, a party girl studying at one of the best medical programs in the country on a full-ride scholarship.

She had good composure, better than most people. Even better than Yugyeom. And he was their Ace. It was as simple as breathing when it came to hiding the other side of her life, experimenting with highly illegal and dangerous chemicals in Jinyoung's lab and cursing out Mark as she sat passenger in his car during drifting races.

The guys valued her. It was good to have a person with a "normal life", for appearance's sake. Trips in polite society were easier with an exhausted and heavily tattooed university student at your side, who tended to rattle about truly obscene things.

Everyone noticed Minji. No one tended to notice the men with her other than the fact that they were all attractive and she seemed to rotate who picked her up from late-night labs.

The most anyone questioned was how many boyfriends she apparently had. Never mind that Minji would probably puke herself to death before she dated any of them.

She wondered if people would make the same assumptions about her around this new group of guys. Granted, it had been a few years since she'd been a student.

Didn't help that she had already slept with one of them.

One that she was currently sitting across from in the empty Serpent Lagoon, the two of them along with Chan seated at the bar discussing designs.

The Lagoon's owner, whom she had learned was named Hyunjin and not Hyun, had asked her to come to the Lagoon for the consultation instead because Jeongin (the one who had kept her from dying) wanted to make sure there were no traces of BTX in her bloodstream and to give her some antibiotics to aid with her recovery.

Jeongin had met with her first, quietly chatting with her about Seoul National University the whole time.

They had both gone to the same program and hilariously had both dropped out of their programs out of boredom.

But now she was no longer swapping pre-med horror stories with a man younger than her, instead, she was ironically discussing pain tolerance with a man who had caused the longest-lasting bruises on her hips that she had ever had.

It was a strange form of whiplash, but Minji refused to let it interrupt her creative process.

"So it's best to go with something simplistic in design. Something that you could easily tag things with if need be or stamp on. The more complicated it is, the less usable it is from a branding standpoint." She said, staring at a page of various designs that she had sketched out. "GOT7's logo is good for that reason."

"Are you just saying that because you designed it?" Chan teased.

"You can keep going but you'll get a cock inked onto you somewhere if you do." She snarked back, making Changbin all but choke on his drink.

"Sorry to interrupt the alcoholics meeting but we've got a problem."

The three of them turned to look at another member, Seungmin, who was standing there with a sheepish look on his face.

"What is it?" Chan said, "What level of a problem are we dealing with."

"Depending on who you are."

"Cut the dramatics, Seung."

"Someone trashed and set fire to your shop Minji."

She probably should've had a sombre or reasonable reaction. Something like, 'Oh no' or to start crying that her life goal actualized was trashed and she'd have to rebuild.

But no, instead she said, "You're shit at giving news."

There was a pause until Changbin started uncontrollably giggling out of nervousness.

"Bin shut the fuck up." Chan sighed, smacking his second-in-command on the shoulder, "Go find Jisung and Minho, and tell them to take the van. Minji, we'll have to reschedule. They'll take you over so you can salvage what you can."

She paused, eyes focusing on the gang leader.

Any of the other gang leaders she'd had the misfortune of interacting with beforehand would've laughed at her as they kicked her out, and found another tattoo artist. Her shop was likely destroyed beyond repair and he was using his resources to help her.

It was kind.

"Thank you, Chris." She said softly, slipping a bookmark into her sketchbook and closing it. "Seungmin, what's the damage like?"

"Couldn't see internally, but all the windows and the door are smashed to bits and the sign was ripped down." Seungmin said, "Walls are charred but not broken, don't know how much of the fire reached the inside. But something was spray-painted on the outside to tell us who did it."

"What was tagged?" Chan asked, hands busy with making a drink of sorts.

"Serpents Bite," Seungmin said, turning his gaze back to Minji. "Turns out that guy you killed a week ago was pretty important."

She didn't even bother to ask why they knew she killed a man.

"Who did I kill then?"

"Not sure of the name, but he seems to have been a high-ranking Green Serpent. My best guess is either their Infiltration Master or potentially even their Second-In-Command."

If the leader of a gang was Zeus, the second-in-command was Hades. Powerful, out of sight, and often way more dangerous. Hell, Changbin's field name in the scene was 'The Enforcer'.

"Right, so I'm fucked. Who exactly are the Green Serpents, I'm not familiar with the name?"

"Our rivals. They've been around for the past two years and causing a ruckus." Seungmin explained.

Chan scoffed, "And they were most likely involved with GOT7's disappearance."

Her mouth moved before she could stop it, "They weren't?"

"Oh?" Chan's voice shifted into something else, something darker.

"How the hell would you know?" Seungmin blurted, completely confused.

"I physically cannot say anything more but I know who was behind their disappearance. If the Green Serpents had something to do with it, I would've known their name already."

The thick silence was cut through by the loud voice of the ginger, who's name was Jisung, "Woah, who died in here."

Minji sighed, "My will to live. Let's go."

The drive to Death's Bouquet was entirely compromised by Jisung egging Minho (the scowling brunette who previously almost wanted to strangle her) on to the point that she was sure that the silent killer was going to flip the car, Chan's orders be damned.

When they got there, it took her a moment to exit the vehicle. It was almost completely destroyed, and it would've almost been better if it was still burning.

The sole police officer watching the tapped-off building waved her after showing identification. She waved him off, saying that she'd deal with the building and he didn't need to watch it anymore. A friendly smile and the softening of her voice worked wonders, and the man left soon after that.

She stepped inside the building, pushing open the door entirely unnecessary since all of the glass was on the ground. The interior was scorched, the couch seemingly kindling for the rest of the room. She went straight to the desk, completely unsurprised that the computer was fully gone, the drawers ripped open.

She reached into the open drawer, fingers grasping at the back of the drawer to slide a latch. The bottom of the drawer popped, and she was quick to pull it out, setting it on the desk.

"Smart," Minho commented, his voice close to her ear.

She hadn't even realized he was standing so close to her.

Within the hidden compartment, she removed her previous handgun, two full magazines, a small book, and a single gold chain with a live bullet dangling from it.

"That's... a strange collection." He mused.

"Thanks..."

"Anything else you want from this room?" Jisung asked, gesturing to the charred rooms.

"Yeah, could you take all the paintings off the wall?"

"They're horribly charred," Minho said.

"They're important." She said, her voice gaining a sharp bite.

Jisung all but shrugged but started to do as she asked. She made no comment as Minho followed her into the hallway that went towards the washroom and the two tattoo studios, hers and the other artist Wei's. Wei's room was closed, and when she opened the door it was completely untouched.

She had already messaged Wei about what had happened, so she was quick to message the artist that their supplies were untouched.

The same could not be said about her studio, hell even the bed and her rolling chair were broken. The inks were dumped all over the floor and the lights smashed into bits.

The one thing in the room that was salvageable was somehow her tattoo gun and tips. She quietly packed the salvageable items up in a small cardboard box, before heading back to Wei's studio to collapse the bed.

As she was picking up the pieces, Minho wandered back out to Jisung. He had already pulled all the paintings off the walls when Minho walked in, but he was holding one painting in particularly curiously.

"What's up with the painting?"

"This was in Jaebum's office. Youngjae had painted it for him." Jisung said, his brow furrowed. "It was one of the things gone from their offices when they vanished."

Minho dropped his voice, "Did she steal their stuff?"

"I don't think that's the case. She clearly knows something about them vanishing, but she's not saying anything."

"Is she not saying anything out of loyalty to them or someone else?"

"I don't fucking know, Min. If you're concerned about it, tell Chan."

Jisung went to set the painting down in the box, but as he shifted his grip on the painting, a letter slipped out, hidden in the backing and miraculously saved from the fire.

"What the fuck-"

Jisung was staring at the back of the letter, or rather the names written on it.

"Can one of you help me with this bed?"

The sender was Kim Euigyeom, and it was addressed to Lee Miyeon.

Jisung shot Minho a look, "We need to tell Chan."

"Hello?"

"Coming!"

#skz #stray kids #changbin x oc #dvbkie099 #cigarette daydreams

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limi-pie · 2 years

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The taste of Red Wine part 9 (first half)

A/N: Yo, my bitches, it’s been a fucking while. I apologize, summer has been making me a sloth🦥 and a workaholic. I don’t know if that made any sense but yeah. Here is this damn chapter or part 9 of my stupid fucking Mafia fanfiction. Excuse my bad language, I’m quite moody as I’m writing this.🤬 I’ve been trying to find some good K-pop Mafia inspired fanfics here but I can’t seem to find one. If you find any please send me some good recs! I’m so bored and need some good Mafia fics to entertain me.🥴

I hope you like it, lmfao. It’s been super stressful but I managed to finally post it. *twerks* Anyways so I’ve been thinking that chapter got too long it was around 10K words, so I’ve decided to split part 9 into 2 parts.

Meh, I just felt it would be better that way, because 1. my attention span is horrible and I have a hard time focusing on reading any fanfictions that are over 8K+ words. 2. I like it better that way, then I won’t have a hard time remembering what happened in previous chapter and I can just easily read it, since I’ve made it short. But this first half of chapter 9 is around 5K+ words so it’s more doable and easier hopefully for myself and you readers to enjoy it.

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Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.

I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-Pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.

Genre: Mafia AU, (Specific) Female Reader, Mafia Leader! Yoongi, Romance, Drama

Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, assassination, assault, blood, choking, bad language, another fucking breakup because I like problems👹, shooting, guns, drama, gaslighting, kidnapping, murder, smoking, violence.

Summary: You left all the Mafia memories and business behind as you have decided to cut all connections and ties related to the Bangtan Gang. You start to realize what truly matters and decide to work at your new job with your friend Renjun. Yoongi is back to his coldblooded and merciless self as he takes on different jobs and missions. Rumors have been spread around that a certain, vicious, and dangerous Girl Gang has returned to Seoul.

Last edited: On the 9th of August 2022

Wordcount: 6,856

I wish I didn’t get on this train if I had known he was such a mysterious yet kind man.

I was heading up to my apartment as I typed the password. Then I went inside my bedroom and changed into my pajamas. I checked my phone as it was 11:05 PM Thursday the 14th of May 2020. I popped the plastic straw into my boba milk tea.

“It’s so sweet and mild, but in a way, it’s so comforting.” It was almost midnight when I immediately crashed into my bed afterward and fell asleep.

Meanwhile at the Bangtan’s mansion… it was Friday the 15th of May 2020, 12:30 AM.

“Jimin, schedule a meeting with the GOT7 Gang. I have some business to make with them.” Yoongi ordered, letting go of the unconscious man, he had just finished beating up as he fell to the ground. “Yes Sir.” He responded as they went back to the vehicle.

“What’s the status of Jungkook's condition? Is he still recovering?” Yoongi asked, moving the steering wheel. “He said in 3 weeks that JK will recover. That was only if he was resting in his bedroom and cleaning his wounds every day. But he seemed to forget it quite often.”

“Jayden is no longer in our basement, he escaped several days ago before Y/N got kidnapped. I believe,” Jimin informed Yoongi as he made a right turn. “Jungkook can’t rush his recovery so I’ll ask if Jackson or Yugyeom can join us for temporary help,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Any updates on Seth’s locations or hideouts?” Yoongi asked and stopped at the red light, “the last sight of Seth was rumored to be in Macau but he may have traveled to Mainland China.” Taehyung said, typing things into the map on his tablet.

“Maybe the Way V Gang has data on him. Should I ask them?” Jimin advised, ready to call Hendery.

That Neo City Gang is expanding slowly but surely. Not to mention the violent and vicious Gang has returned to Seoul.

“Park, don’t,” Yoongi said hesitantly, “but Boss, this is our great chance–”

“–I know our goal is tracking Seth or any other members of the Blood Vessel Gang, but we got to have a clear strategy. So for now I’ll avoid teaming up with the Neo City Gang. Instead, I’ll make use of the other Gangs and make use of our comrades.” Yoongi concluded, his determination burning as he parked the car in front of their mansion.

“You guys head inside, there’s something I have to get from the store,” Yoongi said, still sitting in the driver’s seat. He rolled his head back, looking at the main door.

“Goodbye, Min Yoongi.” He remembered it clearly. That sad and hurt expression of mine as I left with Hoseok. Yoongi went inside the 7-11 as he got a packet of cigarettes and some thinly sliced beef. He reminisced about that moment we encountered each other on that faithful day. “Thank you. I— umm…” He chuckled, remembering my words before shaking his head. To think that Y/N got eye contact with me and she almost couldn’t recognize me. But I get it. I must have given her my usual cold stare. Yoongi went back to the mansion as some time had passed.

“Boss, you’re smoking again?” Jimin asked, looking over at him and Taehyung as he played Overwatch with Jungkook, “yeah, I’m overwhelmed with work lately and I figured this was better than alcohol. Then I would at least be able to do some work not as half-assed.” Yoongi scoffed, lighting his cigarette with Taehyung’s lighter.

“You should try vaping, Boss,” Taehyung said, smoke coming out of his lips, “that scent smells too sweet, Tae,” Suga said, exhaling deeply as he scoffed. “That’s because this is a strawberry-flavored one.” He exclaimed, chuckling as Jungkook smiled.

“It’s been a long time since just the four of us spent time together like this.” Jungkook expressed, smiling to himself as his dimples were visible. “It sure has,” Jimin said as he chuckled happily.

If only Y/N was here too… I miss her like crazy. Yoongi thought to himself. He went to his office he turned on his laptop, typing digits into his hacking program.

I should arrange a meeting with the GOT7 Gang, they seem to have made good deals with weapons lately. Yoongi thought, tilting his head a bit as checked his email.

I woke up to the burning sunlight as I squinted my eyes and groaned loudly, “mmh… why is it so bright outside?” It was Friday exactly a week had passed when I was unconsciously brought to that hotel room with Kunhang.

I checked my phone when I suddenly got a call from Daniel Jones. I was rather surprised and shocked after hesitating before I finally answered. “Hey Y/N, I heard what happened, can we meet up? I want to talk to you.” Daniel’s voice sounded concerning and overprotective, “sure let’s meet in my apartment at 1:00 PM,” I mumbled confusedly.

“You wanted to see me?–” I mumbled when Daniel suddenly hugged me tightly. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N.” He confessed as he looked into my eyes deeply. I bit my teeth together, not hugging him back or replying.

I didn’t want to see him after everything that has happened, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind.

“Namjoon told me about everything and what happened with Yoongi. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to save you,” Daniel said, holding my hand as I pouted.

“It’s fine, I’m over it… But Daniel I don’t think I’ll ever be in a relationship again. Not until I fixed myself and my mind.” I expressed, looking into his eyes as he leaned forward.

“I’ll be by your side until we get back together again. I realized what I had lost when we broke up. It made me realize how important of a person you are to me.” He confessed as I looked down, “thanks, Daniel…” I managed to mumble as I sighed.

“Do you need me to pay for next month’s rent or do you need any groceries?” Daniel asked as he was about to head out again. “No thanks, I’ve saved some money and I’m going to find a new job real soon.”

“Ok, take care,” he said, leaning in about to kiss me when I turned my head away, “sorry,” I rejected coldly as he let out a soft chuckle. “Ok, see ya later.”

“Hey, you’re back from Thailand? Wanna meet up?” I asked, speaking on the phone with Lisa as I was putting on some black stockings. “Great, let’s meet at City Hall station at 3:00 PM,” I said, hanging up as I put on some crimson red lip gloss.

“Omg, Lili!” I exclaimed, running into Lisa’s arms as I swept her off her feet as we were both laughing. “I missed you so much, how’s Rosie and the others?” She asked, locking arms with me as we walked around inside the “Daiso” store.

“It’s been okay, did Rosie tell you what happened to me?” I asked, tilting my head as she shook her head confused.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Lisa said as I nodded, “I know, I shouldn’t involve myself ever again with the Mafia or such danger.” I expressed as I let out a soft chuckle.

“I mean it did sound like a lot of fun in beginning, didn’t it?” Lisa chuckled and smiled as we walked inside the “Gong Cha” boba tea cafe.

“I guess so…” I mumbled when I was about to order. “Hello and welcome, what can I do for you today?” A man asked when our eyes met and I felt my heart race.

It was him, Mr. Huang from yesterday. The angel who saved me.

“Yeah, can I get a large mango smoothie with tapioca, thanks,” Lisa said, smiling at me as I blinked. “Can I get a large taro milk tea with extra tapioca, please and thank you,” I said, looking down shyly. “Sure thing, they’ll be ready in 5 minutes. Please have a seat,” He said, smiling as he added tapioca to the plastic cups.

“What’s with you, Y/Nie?” Lisa asked, poking my forehead as I looked at her, “yesterday I was almost sexually assaulted and raped by some creep at night.” I mumbled, sipping on my taro milk tea. “That’s when he, I mean Mr. Huang saved me. We went to the station as he comforted me…”

“Shit, Unnie are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered as I shook my head shortly. “I would rather not think about it, I’m just happy that Huang was able to get me out of that uncomfortable situation,” I confessed, sipping on my taro milk tea.

“Wow, what a sweet love story, Y/N,” She said, smirking as she was chewing the tapioca pearls. “Why don’t you go over there and ask for his phone number or something?” Lisa suggested as I choked a bit, “w-what are you saying, Lili?!” I whispered as she shrugged, “oh come on! You’re obviously crushing on him, so why not give it a chance?~”

“Because I’m with Daniel again…” I felt slight insecurity as I stated, “and I don’t need to make things more complicated for myself right now…” I said, looking over at the counter as Mr. Huang wiped it clean. His hair was set up in a small ponytail and some of his hair was styled in some cute braids.

He must’ve set it up himself, it suits him…

“Yah, Unnie, you’re the one staring at him so intensely, not me,” Lisa laughed as I pursed my lips around the plastic straw. “At least go there and thank him properly, also introduce yourself.” She added as I nodded and walked up to the counter.

“Excuse me, I forgot to pay earlier,” I said, fumbling with my wallet a little as Mr. Huang smiled. “No worries, credit card or cash?”

“Credit card, please, and thank you,” I mumbled before looking at him as he tilted his head slightly.

“Thanks for yesterday… It was really sweet of you, Mr. Huang,” I expressed, smiling at him as he bowed. “No need to thank me. I did it because it was the right thing to do. Uh, you seem to be looking better today.”

“Thanks, you look very nice with your hair styled like that… Um, my name’s Lee Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” I said, fluttering my eyes as his smile made me slightly shy. “What a pretty name, Y/N. I’m Huang Renjun, call me Renjun.”

“Thanks for today, bye,” I waved, leaving with Lisa as Renjun waved too.

“Omg! Y/N’s so flirty! You’re in a love triangle with Daniel Jones and handsome Huang Renjun! Hmm, maybe a threesome wouldn’t be bad?~” She teased as I sighed deeply, “look, Renjun and I don’t have feelings for each other. Also, I’m back with Daniel again. He seemed to be a better person and a responsible man now too. So I won’t cheat on him.” I expressed, walking to the station.

“What about you Ms. Manobon, didn’t you hook up with your childhood friend?” I asked, crossing my arms sassily as she giggled.

“Well turns out it wasn’t just a hook-up, because we’re actually dating now,” Lisa said, smiling as she showed me a picture of her boyfriend. “You do remember my childhood friend, Bambam, right?” She showed her lock screen with a cute picture of them.

So this is what he looks like now… Those two are very close. After all, they both grew up together in Thailand before coming to Korea.

“Wow, I’m so happy for you, Lisa. He seems to be a good guy,” I said, taking the bus as she giggled. “Of course he is, Y/Nie~ after all, I don’t date bad guys like you~” She joked as I shook my head, “you’re so done, Lili.” I threatened as she walked me to my apartment. “Thanks for today, Bae. I had a lot of fun, next time let’s meet up, all five of us.” I smiled and hugged her. “Yeah, Jennie is returning from France in a couple of weeks, let’s all meet up by then,” Lisa said, waving as she walked to the bus stop.

“Daniel, I’m home–” I said, taking my heels off as I placed them down when I noticed a pair of brown and somewhat cheap high heels.

There was something off about them, I had never seen or bought a pair like that before.

“Daniel… Are you here?” I asked when I saw many of my vases shattered and broken into pieces in the living room. Whiskey stains the floor and empty beer bottles on the couch.

What’s going on here, the money’s gone and it reeks of alcohol everywhere…

I grabbed the bouquet of red roses from the floor as I walked away from the living room.

Daniel wouldn’t do this to me. He promised to change after all… That’s why we got back together again.

I walked up the door to my bedroom as I noticed an E-cup-sized bra, stockings, and panties on the floor. I could feel my legs tremble with fear. Only fearing the worst I opened the door when I saw Daniel embracing and kissing some random girl in my very own bed. “Who’s that, Daniel?” The girl asked, staring at me up and down.

I dropped the bouquet as I was speechless by this whole situation. “You fucking asshole,” I said, feeling tears surround my eyes as I walked away. I put on my black heels and black leather jacket as Daniel had a pair of boxer briefs on. “Listen Y/N,”

“Don’t talk to me, Daniel.” I said, my voice beginning to shake and tremble with uneasiness.

“Just hear me out, okay?” He said, patting my shoulder as I lashed out, “don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed the tears rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t want to hear your lame and stupid excuses! I had enough!” I shouted.

One side of me always knew that Daniel was an unfaithful man and a liar. But another side of me always refused to believe that, it would be true.

However… I never thought that I’d have actually witnessed it like this.

“See? This is why I did this to you. Y/N.”

It was no nightmare nor an awful dream. It was the reality of my life and relationship.

“You’ve always been one crazy, stubborn, bitch. Never listening to me or obeying me like a good fucking bitch.” Daniel said, grabbing me by the chin as he glared at me coldly. “That’s why I did this. So you could feel my fucking pain for once.”

I shouldn’t let him tear me down and abuse me like this anymore…

“I let you live your independent life as a teacher at SNU so that everyone could adore you. I allowed you to go to parties with guy friends like Namjoon and Hoseok. I let you do everything and in return, you never did anything for me… You never made food for me, cleaned my room, or even appreciated me, let alone sleep with me.”

I shouldn’t allow him to walk all over me like this… I hate this more than anything else…!

“Whenever I tried to make a move on you or try to fuck you. You’d always complain that you have work to do or that you weren’t in the mood. And then you have the fucking nerve to ask how I got fired and why I came home all high, drunk, and fucked up on drugs, you bitch?!” He cussed and shouted, crumbling old school assignments of mine before tossing them on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up, Daniel Jones!” I screamed, throwing my black heel on the wall as I stomped on the floor. “I had enough of you and your stupid excuses! Why do you think that I was overworking myself?! After you got fired, I had to overwork myself and pay for our damn bills, groceries, and everything! You think having sex with me is the only way for us to communicate, you disgusting piece of shit!” I screamed, panting as I was beyond mad.

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to fuck some sense into you,” Daniel yelled, pulling me by the hair as he tried to kiss me when I slapped him as I put on my heel again. “Don’t fucking run, we’re not done here, you fucking whore!” He pulled me by the wrist when I kicked my knee in between his legs as he groaned and cursed. “Let go of me! You fucking asshole!” I yelled as I rushed down the stairs when he began to chase me.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Daniel glared as he was right behind me when I looked as he was also heading downstairs. I jumped a few steps down when my left heel broke but I had to get away. I didn’t look back at all I was too stressed and angered that I didn’t think of dialing the police’s number.

I ran all the way as I made it to the “Gangnam” station as I was panting heavily. Why did this happen? Whatever, I should get away from this as fast as possible otherwise he’ll catch up to me. I looked back once as I noticed he wasn’t there. I suppose he went back to fuck that girl of his, hmmph.

I wiped the pathetic tears away but they kept coming back. I was beyond frustrated, hurt, and mad. I couldn’t control my emotions or how I felt. It began to rain as I shook my head, whimpering.

I stopped as I was in front of the stairs, staring at them dumbfoundedly. When the rain was pouring heavily.

What’s the point in anything anymore…? I feel like there’s no point to anything.

I turned away from the station as I stood there, feeling the rain get heavier and my hair completely soaked by it.

“What are you doing here, Ms. Lee Y/N?” A man said in his low voice as he was behind me, shielding the umbrella above my head. I turned around before mumbling, “Huang Renjun…” I said, staring at him in sheer confusion as I parted my lips, sighing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked as I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“I… I don’t know…” I whimpered, looking down as I cried into my hands. “Did something happen?” Huang asked as I stood there dumbfounded, shaking my head, “my boyfriend, he… he cheated on me…” I cried as he clenched his fist, clearly angered when he pulled me into his chest.

“Let’s go…” Huang hugged me, rubbing my back softly, “let’s go to my apartment, there’s no need for you to cry over trash like that.” He comforted me as we entered his car and he drove us away to his place.

“Here,” Huang asked, handing me an empty cup as I looked in it. “Thank you…” I mumbled hesitantly. “Are you okay?” He asked, filling the cup with hot water as I drank a little. “I’m not…”

“I don’t know Huang… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Silence fell between us when I glimpsed at him. “I’m sorry…” I said in a low voice, “don’t apologize, it’s okay,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “It hurts… That feeling of loneliness… Being left in the sad rain. I know that feeling too.” Huang said as he had a sad expression.

After explaining what happened to me and Daniel. He hugged me, “forget about that bastard, he’s not worthy of your love. And he never will be.” He expressed as I nodded, looking down.

He handed me a pair of Puma jogging pants and a matching hoodie too. “You should take a hot shower otherwise you’ll catch a cold. Also, are you hungry?” He asked as I took the clothes and towel, “thank you, Mr. Huang,” I said.

“Renjun.” He said with a smile. “Hmm?” I mumbled. “Call me Renjun and I’ll call you, Y/N.” He said, patting my hair. “Okay, Renjun. I won’t take too long.”

“Lee Meílíng Y/N, huh?” He said as I was eating some Chinese chicken dumplings I nodded. Renjun chuckled as we watched a music video that he filmed with his friends. “What’s so funny? Do I not look Chinese to you?” I asked, pouting a bit as I drank some water.

“No, it’s just I didn’t think I’d meet another Chinese person. It sorta makes me happy,” He said as I scoffed, “well, I thought your name didn’t sound that Korean, Huang Renjun.”

“美伶, huh?” (Meílíng.) Renjun cooed as I pursed my lips together.

“Yeah, it’s my given last Chinese name. Not many people are aware that I’m half-Chinese after all. So most of the time I just go by Lee Y/N or at least here in Korea I do.”

“But in China, you’re Meílíng Y/N.” He added as I nodded. “Well, I’m the same way actually.”

“I actually go by my Korean name Hwang In Joon, but my real name is Huang Renjun. I don’t really tell my Korean classmates my real name since I’m studying hard to learn Korean.”

“Then why did you tell me your real name?” I asked, leaning a bit closer to him as our eyes met when he pursed his lips together. “That’s because… You’re someone that I can trust.” Renjun confessed as I blushed a bit. “Huang Renjun, how do I write that?”

He leaned a bit closer, taking a hold of my hand as he wrote down the Chinese characters for his name. “Like this, 黄仁俊.” (Huang Ren Jun.)

I smiled as he chuckled. “You have such a pretty name, Renjun.”

“What’s this song called?” I asked as he was playing the piano. “Life Is Still Going On,” Renjun said as he smiled at me. “Wasn’t that the song you and your friends performed earlier, in that video?” I asked, moving closer to him as he nodded.

“You really pay attention to the small details, huh? I like that about you, Y/N.” Renjun said, looking at me deeply as I folded my arms. “Well, of course, I do. The song’s really sweet and in a way comforting.” I mumbled, smiling at myself.

“You have a really nice voice and you play the piano so well too…” I expressed, sitting next to him. “You’re really talented and amazing, Renjun,” I confessed as he smiled brightly when I noticed his small dimple. “You’re also quite amazing. And very pretty too.” He mumbled, moving some strands of hair away from my eyes as we met. His warm hand cupped my cheek and I blushed red at his soft touch.

“You’re so pretty, why would someone as pretty as you cry over a douchebag like that?”

I was taken by surprise hearing him say that. I pursed my lips together when he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.

Renjun’s like an angel. Whenever I’m in a bad situation he always manages to save me. I thought looking into his light brown eyes.

I dialed Hoseok’s number as I began speaking. “Hobi… I’m staying at my friend’s house. Could you stop by here tomorrow? There’s something you need to hear and know.”

“You sound a bit different, everything okay?” Hoseok asked as I hesitated to tell him the actual truth.

“Yeah, sorry, I was out in the rain earlier which is why I sound a bit weird,” I laughed it off nervously. “Okay. Good night and sleep well, Y/Nie. I’ll pick you up early in the morning, sweet dreams.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if I sleep here? I mean I don’t want to trouble you–” I mumbled, rubbing my arm. “–You’re not going back to that apartment are you, Y/N?” Renjun asked, taking off his t-shirt as I was a bit distracted and flustered by his fine body.

“I’m not… But I don’t want to be a burden to you…” I mumbled as he cupped my cheeks and looked at me. “You’re not a burden, please don’t go. I’m really worried about you. If anything ever happened to you I wouldn't ever be happy with myself.” Renjun expressed as I hugged him.

“Fine… I’ll stay here tonight.”

“Is it alright for me to sleep in your bed?” I asked, pulling the blanket over my legs as Renjun hummed. “Of course it is,” he mumbled, lying on a mattress beside the bed. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He said, resting his head on his left arm.

Even though it’s Renjun’s bedroom, he’s letting me sleep in his soft bed while he’s sleeping on the floor. “Sweet dreams, Y/N,” Renjun mumbled before closing his eyes. I glanced over at his handsome face and sighed.

“Goodnight, Renjun,” I mumbled, lying on my left side as I fell asleep.

It was Saturday the 16th of May 2020. When someone rang the doorbell as I opened the door. “Who’s this?” Hoseok asked curiously, tilting his head and looking at Renjun.

“Hobi–”

“–Erhmm, I mean Hoseok. This is Renjun, my friend.” I said as he greeted him by the door. “Actually, my Korean name’s Hwang In Joon. But you can call me Injoon or Renjun.” Renjun chuckled and bowed, then he shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Renjun, I’m Jung Hoseok. But call me Hoseok,” Hoseok said, smiling brightly.

I was eating breakfast when Renjun was playing the piano as Hoseok was dancing casually. “You’re a really great dancer, you execute the moves very sharp and nicely, Hoseok.” Renjun complimented him as Hoseok bowed. “Thanks, Renjun. You’re awesome too,” he added and smiled.

I’m glad Hobi is getting along with Renjun… I was really worried that he might’ve not liked him. I ate my Jianbing as I watched them closely.

“So what happened yesterday?”

“Your voice sounded unusual…” Hoseok spoke, drinking some warm soy milk. I looked down hesitating to answer his question when Renjun walked over, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked worriedly. “You don’t have to tell him… if you’re not ready,” he said as my eyes looked up surprisingly. “...Tell me what?” Hoseok asked as he had a serious look fixated on me.

“I was really excited to see him and finally be together again…” I whimpered, “I… I thought he was actually going to change for once…” The tears formed around my eyes after explaining everything as Renjun patted my back.

“I know that I’m a difficult woman but he didn’t even feel the slightest empathy towards me… as his former lover and girlfriend…” I mumbled, wiping the tears away, “was I just an object to him?” Hoseok stood up, clenching his fists.

“Where is that bastard?” He demanded, “Hobi, don’t…” I sniffled as I pursed my lips together. “I’ll go and teach him a lesson–” Hoseok said, walking over to the shoe rack.

“–I don’t think that it would be a good idea, Hoseok,” Renjun said, leaning against the wall as he looked at him. “Renjun, you don’t know Daniel… the way I and Namjoon do–”

“–I know that.”

“–But… ignoring and going against Y/N’s wishes isn’t something that’ll make her feel better or happier.” Renjun expressed when Hoseok stopped. “I can’t let that bastard get away with hurting my childhood friend just like that…” he said, glaring at him. “I know, but Y/N needs us. She doesn’t want to get back at Daniel or for us to get back at him.”

“Y/N just needs us to be there for her now that she needs it the most…” Renjun confessed.

Renjun and Hoseok had left the apartment to give me some time to reflect and be alone.

I scrolled through the contacts on my phone, before sighing heavily. I was searching for Hyejin’s number as I found it and stared at it intensely. I knew that I had to tell the truth to my family eventually, the truth that Daniel and I had broken up…

I don’t want to do this… You have to do this, Y/N. My inner self fought as I shook my head. “Fuck! I’ll have to tell her the truth!” I pursed my lips together as I texted my sister.

Hyejin (big sis)

“Hey, Unnie can we talk if you have time?”

“Let’s Facetime”

“Sure thing, Y/N”

“I’ll call now.”

She dialed using Facetime. “What’s up, little sis?” Hyejin asked as I looked at my phone screen, “hey…” I mumbled, looking down a little, “how’s Shanghai and how are you doing?” I put on my low smile, getting eye contact with her. “Shanghai’s amazing and I’m enjoying my honeymoon with Hyukwoo…” I smiled, looking down again as I nodded.

“What about you, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah… Something did happen… Don’t tell mom or dad about this… Because I will tell them in person. I’m staying at a friend’s house right now. A lot of shit has happened.”

“Listen Y/N, don’t feel pressured to tell me anything. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need it.” Hyejin said, smiling as I nodded, feeling my voice quiver, “Daniel and I broke up… We are no longer together…” I said, tears falling as I cried heavily. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N. Do you want to talk about it? I wish that I could give you the biggest hug right now.”

I explained the whole story of what’s been going on. “I thought that we finally could figure things out that we finally could fix our relationship and then he decides to cheat on me…” I whimpered, rubbing my eyes. “He’s the asshole, sis, but I hate to say this. But I’m rather relieved that you broke up with him.”

“Relieved…?” I asked in shock at her response. “I know that it sucks, but he was never a good boyfriend. I’ve always despised that piece of shit, he’s lucky that I’m not in Seoul right now to beat his ass.” Hyejin sneered, biting her teeth together as she had that scary expression of hers. I laughed slightly, it’s been a while since I saw that scary face of hers. “I also lost my job… due to a dating scandal…” I sighed, drinking water as Hyejin blinked her eyes. “Yah, Lee Meílíng Y/N what’s been going on?” She scolded me as I licked my lips before chuckling a little.

“A lot of shit has happened, Unnie. But I’m in the process of moving out of my apartment too.” She sighed, “yah, Y/N you’re driving me fucking crazy, you little shit–!” I smiled at her sudden voice change. “I know that you’re extremely worried about me right now but I promise I’ll tell you everything once I’m home in China. I’m just happy that you’re listening to me and my problems…”

Hyejin crossed her arms, looking at me disappointingly and sassily. “Unnie, don’t be mad.” I pleaded while looking at her. “I’m not mad, I just hate how you’re so stubborn like mom. And always bottle up your feelings and pretend everything’s going to be okay. I know that you feel like it’s none of my business and you feel like a burden, but I want us as sisters, to be honest with each other. I don’t need to know everything you do in your life but please remember that I’m here for you whenever you need it. You can always talk to your big sister, you know that.” I was speechless and taken back by her words and her constant reassurance.

“–Right Y/N?” Hyejin added, smiling as I nodded. “I know that. I know that I’m a stubborn woman and how difficult I am, but I hate the thought of others worrying about me, you know that too, Hyejin.”

“Did you file a police report on that fucker Daniel?”

“Noo…” I mumbled dumbfoundedly. There’s no way I would be able to tell her that I’ve been involved with the Mafia Gang and all that messed shit. As much as she’s my older sister I can’t bring myself to tell her what’s actually been going on. If I did, she’d definitely tell our parents!

“Then what are you going to do from now? You’re not staying in that apartment until he moves out, right?” Hyejin asked, raising her eyebrow as I spoke. “I’m going to remove my name from that apartment and I’ll ask Roseanne or Hoseok if I can stay at their place until I’ve found my own.”

“What about your job, are your savings enough, or do you need me to send some money?” Hyejin asked, propping her head to her hand as I nodded, “I do have a lot of money in my bank account, don’t worry, Unnie. This is my problem, I shouldn’t drag you into this mess, okay?” I smiled as she sighed, rolling her eyes. “When are you returning to China?”

“Maybe in a few weeks, I’ll be there?”

“I need to find a new job and I’ll definitely come and see you guys, okay?”

“Yeah, I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Take care of yourself, okay?” Hyejin looked deeply at me as I did the same, I nodded and smiled.

“Don’t be so hard and harsh on yourself, okay?”

“Yeah, I know Hyejin. I’ll try my best, you know that. My stubbornness and fierce personality are what will get me through life and hardship!” I said, energetically clenching my fists.

“Right, I know that, you idiot. I love you no matter, okay?” She giggled at my pose and smiled. “I love you too, Unnie thanks for chatting with me, but I have to hang up now,” I said as she nodded. “See you.”

It felt good to chat with Hyejin, after all, she’s like my second best friend. I know that she’ll keep my secrets after all we’re sisters and I can always trust her.

Two weeks had passed since then… It was Saturday the 30th of May 2020. I was having my 5th shift at “Gong Cha”.

“Hey, what would you like to order today?” I asked as the customer told me their order. “Huang, one large taro milk tea, 30% sweet, no ice, lychee nata de coco, and tapioca. Also, one large jasmine milk tea with strawberry popping bobas, normal amount of sweetness and hot.” I read out loud the order to Renjun.

“Got it, Meílíng Babe,” He smiled, mixing the drink as I sighed. “Don’t call me babe,” I folded my arms as I added tapioca and lychee jelly to the cup and strawberry bubbles to the other one.

“Why so frustrated today, Meílíng?” Renjun asked as I sighed, “nothing in particular, also aren’t I older than you? Why aren’t you calling me Noona or Miss?” I demanded sassily as he chuckled.

“Alright, alright, Jie then treat me to lunch later,” Renjun said to me as I glanced at him, setting my hair up in a ponytail. “Fine. What are you in the mood to eat?” I asked as he moved some strands away from my face as looked into my eyes.

“Hotpot, Chinese hotpot,” He smiled, handing me the drinks as I smiled a bit.

“Alright, Ning can you handle the rest?” I asked, looking at her when she turned around and smiled sweetly, “当然!” (Of course!)

“Good, I’ll leave the rest to you then.” I smiled, hugging her as I put on my coat. “If there’s any trouble, just call me, okay?” I reassured her as Renjun put on his scarf. “Shall we go, Jiejie?” He asked, holding his arm out as I sighed, wrapping my arm around it.

“Oh my God, Y/N Jiejie and Huang Gege are dating!” Ning exclaimed as I sighed, “we’re not, Ning!” I protested as Renjun chuckled.

“Say hi to Chenle for me, Gege,” Ning said as he nodded and waved.

“Wow, what a nice restaurant!” I walked inside “Crystal Jade Restaurant” and was amazed by the place. “It’s actually one of my favorite Chinese restaurants here in Seoul,” Renjun said and sat down.

“I can see why,” I looked around to see the beautiful decor and admired the warm feeling of the smell. “What would you like to order?” The waitress asked, “the beef hot pot menu, please,” Renjun said, placing the menu cart down.

“How do you like working at “Gong Cha” so far?” He asked, looking at me as I smiled softly, glancing down. “I do. I’m really happy to work with Ning and you. Everyone is really amazing and friendly.” I confessed before looking at him.

“Thank you, Renjun…”

“There’s no need to thank me, you’re the one who got the job thanks to that well-written application you sent,” Renjun smiled, drinking some ice-cold water.

“Here is your food, please call me if you need anything else,” the waitress said as we both bowed. “谢谢你.” (Thank you.)

“You should try the beef shoulder, it’s really good,” I said, holding up the piece of meat as Renjun smiled and ate it. “Mhm, thanks Y/N - it’s excellent.” He nodded, licking his lips.

“Here, eat some vegetables too. The napa cabbage and shiitake mushrooms are really delicious,” Renjun said, handing me a bowl of them. “Thanks, wow! I haven’t had such good hot pot in a long time,” I mumbled, chewing my food.

“You look so cute when you eat. I can tell you really enjoy the food.” He chuckled, looking at me as I blushed a little. “Shut up… I just really love food.” I pouted flusteredly.

“Say when was the last time that you went to see your parents in China?” Renjun asked curiously. “It’s been exactly a year since I last visited them,” I mumbled, gathering my chopsticks as I looked at the blue sky outside.

“Then…” Renjun pressed his lips together before taking a hold of both my hands. “Would you like to go to China with me?” He asked, looking at me deeply.

I thought for a second before giving him my answer. “I would love to.”

I headed home to Hoseok as the two of them were waiting for me. “How was work today, Y/N?” Namjoon asked as I took off my sneakers and coat. “It was actually pretty okay. Also, I’ve already eaten dinner.” I walked inside the living room, taking off my sweater as I was wearing my BT21 t-shirt underneath.

“Ah… With Renjun - wasn’t it?” Hoseok mumbled, playing Just Dance 4 with him. “Mmh, we had Chinese hot pot. I’ll go clean the kitchen, Hobi,” I said, grabbing the vacuum, mop, and bucket.

He finished using the vacuum as he put it away. “Thanks for letting me stay here temporarily, Hobi until I’m moving into Rosie’s place soon,” I expressed, draining the excess water from the mop as I swept the floor.

“No worries, you can stay here as long as you love, Y/Nie~” Hoseok smiled, drinking some strawberry milk. “Heh heh thanks, Hobi, but I’ve missed seeing Rosie so I’m staying with her until I’ve moved into my new place.” Namjoon walked in, smiling, “heh, it’s been a while since you last visited your family, hasn’t it?” He asked as I turned around. “Actually… I’m planning on visiting them in China with Renjun,” I said when Namjoon walked in.

“That’s nice, it’s been a while since you last saw them, right?” He added, folding his arms and smiling as his dimples were showing. I nodded and finished cleaning the floor.

“So when will you travel?” Hoseok asked, taking the bucket and mop. “Mmh… not quite sure but maybe the first of June or the end of June? Renjun just asked me earlier.” I smiled, brushing my hair. “Sounds good,” Namjoon said, boiling some hot water for his noodles.

I had told all my friends about my breakup with Daniel Jones. However, I didn't tell my family about it other than my older sister Hyejin. I know that I’ll eventually need to tell my mother and father. But right now; I just want to work and tell them once I see them personally in China.

Somewhere in an expensive hotel in the Gangnam District…

“Kang, 4th floor and on your left,” a woman whispered into her earpiece, “got it,” she said before knocking out the guy with a syringe. The guy passed out as she grabbed his key card, before knocking out the CCTV with her gun. “Found that Jayden suspect, make sure to hack CCTV system for me, Son,” Ms. Kang commanded.

She walked into the hotel room as she searched through his belongings, she found his wallet and the folder she was looking for the whole mission. “Report to Kim, tell Boss that I’ve completed this mission. I’ve found what we’ve looked for.” She said before hanging up.

“Be careful Bangtan, we’ll meet very soon.” She said, staring at her reflection on the glass window, dragging the unconscious Jayden by the collar of his shirt into the elevator.

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Hello wonderful people! 👋

I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.

Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW

Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.

Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.

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My style is 3rd pov, past tense.

I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!

Semi to Literate*

I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners

Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*

I do not stick to one plot!

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Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.

I control more than one character

This is different from god-modding

This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot.

While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it.

With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.

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❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣

Fantasy Au

Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au

Fluff, Romance, Humor

Horror

Dystopian AU

Post-Apocalyptic AU

Academy Au

Boss/Employee AU

College/University AU

Disney Movie AU

Mafia/Gang Au

Magic AU

Pirates AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Mythology

Tropes:

Arranged Marriage

Class Difference

Exes to Lovers

Fake/Pretend Relationships

First’s (date, kiss, ect.)

Forbidden Love

Male Pregnancy

Polyamory

String of Fate

💫 Face Claims 💫

*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**

EXO

Chanyeol

Baekhyun🌸

Cen

Suho

Sehun

GOT7

Mark🌸

Yugyeom

Nu’est

Minhyun

Ren🌸

Stray Kids

Chan

Hyunjin

Jisung🌸

Seungmin

Minho

Vixx

N🌸

Hongbin

Hyuk

🖋 Writing Samples 🖋

OC Character - Kayden Park

Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.

Specifically the red tulips.

Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.

Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.

And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.

“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.

It was empty.

And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.

Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.

He was gone.

As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.

Stupid.

He had been so stupid and this is what he got.

Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.

Alone.

No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.

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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin

Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”

Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying.

So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it.

He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly.

Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.”

Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side.

He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.

He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him.

Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased.

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years

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His Brightest Star

Request: anon: Request for Got7 JB: can you do a oneshot of mafia!AU where JB's girlfriend is on vacation and gets kidnapped? But she's in the dark and JB has to save her? Super angsty with a happy ending if you want? 💖

A/N: So, first of all, I am so sorry requests are taking so long! But I had to pause on my series because this just might be the perfect remedy to my sudden JB feelings recently! I hope you enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

The man was shaking so violently he was almost a blur. As he knelt on the plastic tarp that protected the carpeted floor, he had to have known what was waiting for him. Surrounded by seven of the most notoriously vicious gangsters in the entire country, he knew that there was no talking himself out of this. But that didn’t stop him from trying.

“P-please,” he begged. “I-I was just following orders.”

While there were several individuals glaring daggers at the man, there was one figure that was more terrifying than the rest.

Jaebum, leader of the infamous G.O.T. seven, was leaning up against the front side of his desk, hands in his pockets. His gaze was off to the side, ignoring the quibbling pleas of the man on the tarp.

“You should have known the consequences of following those orders,” Jackson spat behind the man.

The man was sweating so much that he was drenched as if he’d just come inside from a rain storm. His hair was plastered to his forehead and the neck of his white button down was stained where it touched skin. Just looking at him made one think that he’d been waterboarded. Not something that G.O.T. was against, but not a method they’d used this time around. This one had been too easy to make talk.

“Please, I’m not the one you want,” he sputtered. “Yes, I pulled the trigger, but it was on Seokmin’s orders. He’s the one who –hmph!”

Sick of listening to his blabbering, Jaebum shut him up with a hard fist to the jaw.

Seokmin was the greatest enemy of the G.O.T. but over the last few months, Jaebum had nearly dismantled his whole operation, taking over a majority of his territory. It’d been Jaebum’s greatest achievement.

Bending down to meet the man’s eye level, Jaebum calmly explained, “I don’t care who made the orders and who pulled the trigger. In the eyes of the law, they’re both equally responsible. And around here we respect the law, don’t we boys?”

Snickers bounced around the room, but Jaebum’s eyes never left the man who killed one of his own. Funny how brave he’d been when facing down a G.O.T. associate. Take away the gun and he had less courage than a child around a spider.

“I’ll give you anything you want,” the man desperately offered. “I have information. Seokmin knows. He knows about her!”

Even as he tried to keep his composure, Jaebum could feel the little twitch in his facial muscles, giving away his slight moment of panic.

“You know what I want,” Jaebum smirked, although there was no light behind it. “I want your blood.”

“No, please-”

Bang!

The man dropped to the floor with a nice sized hole in his head. Blood was splattered everywhere, but most of it landed on the tarp. A few droplets decorated Jaebum’s face and crisp white shirt. Now he would have to change. Standing up, he took a handkerchief out of the inside pocket of his jacket to wipe his face.

Bambam replaced his gun back into its shoulder holster, satisfied by his quick work.

Noticing what time it was, Jaebum held back a groan. Without a word, he started for the door.

“JB,” Jinyoung stopped him. It was a nickname that only the six of them could call him.

Jaebum glanced over his shoulder. “What?”

“They know about her,” Mark cut in. “What are you going to do?”

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jaebum simply said, “Clean this up. I’m late for dinner.”

You sat there, alone, at the table set for two. This wasn’t an unusual situation. The man you’d been seeing steadily for the past two years was busy with his work often, but even then he would only be ten or fifteen minutes late. At the moment, he was going on over half an hour.

In the past if he wasn’t able to make it, he’d always call you before you even made it out of your apartment. How he always seemed to time his cancellations so perfectly was beyond you, but he always made sure to call you. As a director in an international corporation, those cancellations came a bit too often for your liking.

It was the sweet moments in between the called off dates that made it all worth the trouble. The times he’d surprise you at your apartment in the middle of the night with a new bracelet or the last minute vacations in exotic places. If you were honest with yourself, you sometimes wished the vacations and expensive gifts were replaced with more intimate moments, more domestic scenes. You wanted to cook him dinner or have a movie marathon on your couch that lasted all day. That type of life was just a sacrifice you had to make if you wanted to stay with Jaebum. And you loved him too much to give him up.

“I am so sorry I’m late.”

Jaebum came waltzing up to your table, placing a kiss on your cheek before sitting down across from you.

“I was beginning to think that you’d forgotten about me,” you whispered bashfully with pursed lips.

Leaning towards you, his eyes shined as he countered, “You are impossible to forget.”

That did it. A smile grew across your face that was impossible to fight. He always knew how to butter you up with precisely the right line.

“Did you order already?” he asked as he flipped open the menu.

You nodded. “I ordered your favorite but told them not to start cooking until you got here, in case you wanted something else.”

“No, that’s fine,” he sighed, putting the menu to the side. After taking a quick sip of the dark red wine in front of him, he lit up. “Oh, by the way, I have a surprise for you.”

Biting your tongue, you waited as you watch him pull a small envelope from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. The only surprise that you wanted was personal time with him.

Jaebum slid the envelope towards you and you picked it up with anticipation. It was a bit of a struggle to pull the papers out, but when you finally did, your jaw dropped. Inside was a plane ticket.

“Jeju Island?” you exclaimed. For the past six months, you’d been begging Jaebum to go with you.

Your father owned a small cabin in one of the more remote areas of the beautiful vacation spot. To you, it was the perfect place to have Jaebum to yourself. Cell reception was nearly non existent out there and the idea of no interruptions was about the closest you thought you could get to those little domestic moments. This was an example of a surprise vacation you would gladly take.

“I knew you would like it,” Jaebum grinned, obviously proud of making you happy.

As you put the ticket down on table next to your plate, you asked, “When do we leave?”

Knowing Jaebum, he already had everything worked out with your job and was just waiting to inform you. But the smile slipped from his face.

“Actually, I’m not going with you,” he admitted.

You blinked. “Oh. Um… why not?”

“After I booked the tickets, something came up at work and I have to stay behind,” he explained. “But I still want you to go. I know you’ve been itching to go for a while. If I can, I’ll join you in a few days.”

Completely deflated, you passed the ticket on the table towards him. “That’s okay. We can just reschedule it for another time when you can be there the whole time.”

“No, you should go,” Jaebum pushed, sliding the ticket right back to you. “It’s okay to go without me.”

You shook your head. “Jae, no, I’d rather just wait until you can go, too.”

“(y/n)!”

Jaebum’s sudden rise in volume made you flinch. Seeing your momentary fright, he relaxed into his seat.

“Please, just go,” he begged. “For me.”

His pleading worried you. With Jaebum you could usually get him to work around you with these kinds of things, but right now he wasn’t backing down. He seemed almost… desperate to get you out of the city.

“Jae, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he insisted. You didn’t believe him. “You’ve been complaining about work for a while so I figured you needed a break. I don’t want you to stress about your job. Life should be fun, not spent worrying about work.”

You wanted to argue. The fact that he was pushing you so hard to go was strange to you. There certainly something else going on. But Jaebum was the kind of person who couldn’t be suade once he’d already made up his mind.

Lightly running your finger over the rim of your water glass, you sighed. “Okay. I’ll go.”

You were mad at him. Jaebum knew that much as he waved goodbye to you at the gate. The smile on your face was strained, not the usual bright and joyful kind he was so used to seeing when you looked at him. But he was doing this for your own good. He needed to know that you were safe while he hunted Seokmin down and ended the threat for good. You were his world and he’d be damned if he’d let anything happen to you.

The easiest way to handle this would have been to tell you the truth.

All this time, he’d kept you in the dark from his true line of work. You knew that he ran a business - a fairly lucrative one at that. You knew the six men who followed his orders without question and helped him build his empire right under the nose of the law. But you didn’t know about his dirty, bloody hands. He couldn't tell you in fear that you would leave him, disgusted by who he really was.

The day that Jaebum met you was the day his dark life gained a ray of light.

You were lost downtown, having just moved to the big city after a life spent in the countryside. A crumbled up map was clenched tight in your hand while you compared it to the GPS on your phone.

At first, Jaebum had planned on walking right by you. Everyone needed to learn their own way. But during the brief second of eye contact between you two, there was something in your eyes that made him stop. He would never be caught agreeing to the idea of soulmates, but he figured you came pretty close.

He was sure that shine in your eyes was made possible by your innocence. You saw the good in people, never assuming the worst even if everyone else could see it. Somehow, you managed to see the good in him, he who was nowhere near sainthood.

Jaebum didn’t relax as he jumped back into the driver’s seat of his car outside the airport. The passenger’s side door opened and Jinyoung slid into the seat that you had occupied just an hour earlier.

“You still think this is the best idea?” Jinyoung asked.

With a short nod, Jaebum replied, “She’s out of the city. That’s all I can ask for. Has Youngjae found him yet?”

Jinyoung shook his head. “Not yet. But he thinks he’s getting close.”

“Well, he needs to hurry up,” Jaebum growled as he sped down the highway back to their headquarters. His grip on the gearshift was tight and stiff. Veins popped up under the skin near his knuckles, but he didn’t loosen his muscles for a second.

“He’s doing the best he can,” Jinyoung defended. Jaebum rarely got upset with any of them, much less Youngjae. That kid always got the easy life when it came to their leader. Jaebum’s anger beign directed towards him now just proved how stressful this ordeal was. “We won’t let anything happen her. We promise.”

Taking a deep breath, Jaebum moved on. “Did Mark get all the cameras installed in the cabin?”

“Up and running.”

“Good.” Jaebum took a sharp left and pulled up to a heavily armed garage door. He pressed a button on his cell and waiting as the door lifted up until it was clear enough for him to drive through.

Inside the main meeting room, Youngjae was hard at work at the computer, eyes scanning the multiple screens in front of him. Mark and Yugyeom were hovering over his shoulders, also searching the monitors in case the hacker missed anything.

Jackson and Bambam were sitting on the long, dark wood table in the middle of the room, cleaning their guns.

“She in the clear?” Jackson asked, clicking the pieces of his gun back together.

Jaebum checked his watched. “Plane took off about fifteen minutes ago.”

“Good,” Bambam nodded with a smile. “No need for the first lady to get involved or hurt.”

Jaebum didn’t even fight the roll of his eyes. All the boys called you that: First Lady. Queen was a bit too haughty for your personality, but First Lady fit the angelic aura about you perfectly.

“I’m sorry, JB,” Youngjae groaned, not even looking away from the computer. “I’m trying to find him, any trace of him, but he’s deep underground. I’m going to have to try some other method.”

“Just do it,” Jaebum sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be in my office.”

No one followed him as he shuffled to his private room. The door shut with a quiet click. At his desk, Jaebum tried to focus on the work that needed to be done rather than you. For hours, Jaebum poured over paperwork, looking over his assets and the incoming shipments. He was so lost in his work that when Mark came barreling into the office, Jaebum was spooked and dropped several papers on the floor.

“JB! It’s (y/n)!”

Jaebum jumped to his feet. “What do you mean? What happened?”

Mark didn’t answer, instead running back out of the office. Jaebum scrambled to his feet, following him.

All the others were gathered around the monitors. Every single screen had the same footage on it. Jaebum could feel his jaw clenching tight as he neared the group. Someone was tied to a chair with thick rope wrapped around them, unconscious by the way their head hung down. Even in that position, Jaebum could recognize exactly who the victim was.

You.

Seokmin stood behind you, running his sick fingers over your bare shoulder. You were still dressed in the shorts and tank top Jaebum had last seen you in before you got on the plane.

“She’s quite pretty,” Seokmin purred, moving his hand to under your chin. “I can see why you like her, Jaebum.” He smirked. “You should have kept a better eye on her. Letting her travel alone? Tsk, tsk. Not a very smart move. It was too easy to get her to go with my man as soon as she landed on Jeju.”

Shoving the others out the way, Jaebum slammed his hands down on the desk. “Where the hell is this coming from? Where is she!”

“I’m working on it!” Youngjae yelled, his fingers flying across the keyboard as quickly as they could. “The IP address is bouncing around everywhere!”

“If you want to see her again,” Seokmin’s image grinned manically. “Then come to Jeju. I believe this little cabin belongs to (y/n)’s father? Why don’t you join us? Maybe I’ll give her back.”

The screens went black. Letting out a yell, Jaebum punch the closest monitor, cracking the glass.

“He really is on Jeju,” Youngjae concluded. “The address landed there. It’s a pretty strong signal, too, considering where he was broadcasting from. Somehow he managed to break into our feed and misdirect it.”

“Pack up,” Jaebum ordered. “We leave within the hour.” He stormed away from the others, going over in his head the many different ways he was planning on killing Seokmin. His bare hands seemed the most satisfying.

The plane ride to Jeju was too long, too much idleness that left Jaebum trapped in his own thoughts.

Was Seokmin torturing you while Jaebum sat in his first class seat? Were you in hell because of him? If you both made it out alive, would you understand?

Now there was no way he could hide this world from you, not anymore. Would you leave him now as he’d always feared?

No. He couldn't let himself think like that right now. He had to focus on making you safe again. Then he could deal with the consequences.

When the plane landed, Jinyoung and Youngjae ran to get the rentals while the rest of them made sure that they were all aware of the plan. Bambam and Yugyeom were itching to get going, bouncing from one foot to the other. Those two idiots lived for rushes like this.

The drive to the cabin was even longer. Jinyoung followed the GPS coordinates while Jaebum stared out the window, fists clenched tight on his thighs. Jackson and Mark were sitting quietly in the back while the younger members followed in the other car behind them.

Slowing to a stop, Jinyoung parked the car outside the cabin and they all stepped out. With guns drawn, they practically tiptoed towards the front door.

Jaebum kicked open the door and stormed inside.

In the middle of the living room was you, still tied to the chair, but now conscious. Your eyes, wet and red from crying, met his. Screams from your throat were muffled by the gag that was tight over your mouth. Jaebum took one step in your direction before something cold and metal was pressed against his head.

“How good of you to join us,” Seokmin mock. “Your arrival was quick, just as I hoped.”

“You son of a bitch,” Jaebum growled, not taking his eyes off of you. “You should have just come straight for me.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The others, now disarmed and vulnerable, were herded into the cabin as well by Seokmin’s men. Removing the gun from Jaebum’s head, Seokmin took Jaebum’s only form of protection and rounded about until he came to you.

“You know,” Seokmin smirked. “At first, I thought I could get some wonderful pieces of information out of her when I first had my men following her, but it didn’t take long to discover that she actually has no idea what you really are.” He cocked the gun before aiming it at your head. “Since we’re all here, why don’t you tell her the truth?

“Just let her go!” Jaebum yelled. “She has nothing to do with this! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you! Just let her walk out of here alive.”

Seokmin smirked. “Anything I want? Really? Because I want to see you crumble. I want to see you broken. And at first, I thought that meant taking everything from you like you with me. But that’s no use. You’re smart. You’ll just find a way to build it back up again. So, instead, I want you to confess to your love. Tell her about the devil she’s shared her bed with.”

You could hardly understand what was happening. Everything had been fine when you first landed on Jeju Island. It was beautiful, exactly how you remembered with the crashing waves and greenery for miles.

A man you had never met before was standing just outside the gate exit with a sign depicting your name in his hands. He told you that he was sent by Jaebum to make sure that you made it safely to the cabin. He was easy to believe as it sounded exactly like something your boyfriend would do. But as soon as you stepped through the front door of your father’s vacation home, someone hit you on the back of the head, effectively knocking you out.

When you came to again, you were tied to a chair in the living room while a different man leaned up against the wall opposite of you, his cold eyes laughing at you. A strip of cloth covered your mouth, stopping you from asking any of the questions that were bouncing around in your head. Tears formed in your eyes until they streamed down your cheeks.

You were going to die. That was your only conclusion. And you couldn’t even tell Jaebum goodbye.

You’d hardly spoken to him as he drove you to airport, still sour that he wasn’t coming with you. What would happen to him? How would he react if you never made it back to him?

Like a miracle, that’s when the very man you’d just been praying to see one last time came running into the cabin. He had a gun drawn and when he saw you, he looked relieved. You tried to scream at him, to warn him of the man that was now behind him, but it was too late. The man put his gun against Jaebum’s head and disarmed your one hope of escaping. Just a few seconds later, more men came inside the house, including Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom. What were they doing here?

You couldn’t understand the conversation that Jaebum and the man who’d kidnapped you were having. What did he mean that you didn’t know what Jaebum was?

“JB, don’t do it!” Jackson hissed.

“There’s no point in hiding it now,” Jaebum snapped over his shoulder towards his friend. Glancing at you, there was pain in his eyes. And fear. Two emotions you’d never seen from him before. “(y/n). I’m sorry.”

With a harsh tug, the man removed the gag from your mouth.

“Jaebum,” you sobbed. “What is going on? I don’t understand!”

“Well, go on,” the man urged after Jaebum stayed quiet. “Explain to her what it is you do for a living. How you’re able to afford all those nice gifts and trips for her. Tell her or I’ll blow her head off.”

Swallowing hard, Jaebum inhaled and met your eyes. “(y/n)..... I’m not the good guy you think I am. I’m the leader… of an organized crime ring.”

You gaped at him. No. It wasn’t possible. Not your sweet, kind, easily embarrassed Jaebum. He couldn’t.

Shaking your head, you defied his explanation. “No, you can’t be. You’re just saying that. Right? Tell me you’re lying!”

“I’m not.” Falling to his knees right in front of you, Jaebum hung his head in shame. “I wanted to keep you, but I also wanted to keep you away from this world. So I lied. I told you that I was something that I’m not. I’m sorry.”

You said nothing. You couldn’t find a single word to say. For two years he’d lied to you, told you stories that never happened, talked about clients that never existed. How could you ever look at him the same way?

The man behind you laughed. “Never did I think I would see the day that Im Jaebum would be on his knees. What a wonderful sight it is.”

All the boys you’d come to call your friends were visibly angry at the sight of Jaebum - their boss - lowered to this point.

“That’s it,” Jackson mumbled angrily. “I’m over this shit.”

Turning on his heels, he took his guard by surprise and punched him in the face, giving the others the distraction they needed to fight their own handlers.

Jaebum jumped to his feet and leapt at the man who held a gun to your head. The firearm went off, missing you by maybe a foot judging by the fresh hole in the floor.

One by one, they overpowered the enemy until finally they were in control of the situation. Only Jaebum was left fighting the man, both struggling for control of the gun.

Bang!

Both the man and Jaebum fell to the floor. You screamed, fearing the worst.

At first, neither body moved. But then a grunt was heard in the silent room and the man was shoved off as Jaebum worked his way to his feet. Jinyoung, the true shooter, lowered the gun in his hand and tossed it to the side.

“(y/n)!” Jaebum cradled your face in his hands before he freed you from the ropes. He pulled you in close to his chest and you cried, your future, once so solid and clear, now completely shattered.

“Hey, (y/n), it’s your favorite flintstones character! Um, I know you aren’t answering any of our calls, but please, just hear him out. He had his reasons for keeping you in the dark. And he’s not the devil like Seokmin said. He’s a good guy. Really. And he loves you. He’s a mess without you. So, please, just call him. Or see him. Please.”

You pressed the delete button before tossing your phone on the bed.

Bambam was right. You had been avoiding all their calls. And the few times they came knocking on your door you pretended not to be home. Jaebum only called once, asking for you to give him a chance to explain. It was the one message you hadn’t deleted. But he never came directly to your apartment.

Maybe that’s what you were waiting on. Maybe you wanted him to come crashing through the door, demanding that you speak to him, that you hear him out and let him tell you why he did the things he did. Of course, he told you who Seokmin was and why he had it out for Jaebum and his… gang, mafia, whatever you wanted to call it. But those were the only details he’d given you, promising to tell you the rest at a later time. A chance you hadn’t given him.

Looking back, you should have known something was wrong. The little things that you blew off because you were too blind to stop and really look at them. The late night visits to your apartment and then him disappearing before you woke up. The occasional unexplainable injury that he brushed off as nothing. The strange way the other boys would relent to Jaebum without question. All the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly now that you had the picture for reference.

The worst part of it, though, was the amount of pain that you were in after breaking it off with Jaebum. Night after night, you lied there in your bed, crying with no end in sight as you reached out to the empty spot that used to be reserved just for him. You knew what he did was wrong and the right thing to do was to walk away before you were kidnapped again; before you were killed. But you were being torn in two. Your brain was yelling at you that survival was the only option while your heart was screaming out for the man you’d fallen in love with.

You hated him. So much. But hate and love intertwined so closely, they were nearly indistinguishable.

It was almost midnight and your head was pounding, perhaps due to your latest crying session. Shuffling to your kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of water and searched your cabinets for your bottle of aspirin.

In the quiet of the night, you heard soft sobs coming from the hallway. Peeking out the peephole, you saw nothing that could be the source of the noise. But you heard it again, louder and closer this time.

Taking the risk, you opened the door. You gasped as Jaebum fell inside your apartment. He scrambled to his feet, sputtering out apologies.

When he was done, he just stood there, staring at you. You stayed silent, too surprised at his appearance to attempt a single sentence.

When he was usually perfectly put together, his white shirt was now wrinkled and unbuttoned halfway down. Red, puffy eyes gazed at you in despair. His hair was in disarray and your reflexive instincts reached out to flatten the pieces before you could stop yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. There was so much he was apologizing for in those two little words. You could feel it.

Not seeing him for so long had made it easy to ignore him. He’d held you the whole way home from Jeju Island and you’d let him, but as soon as he’d left you at your apartment, you’d cut him out of your life. Now, though, you were falling apart all over again.

Jaebum shook his head violently. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

He turned swiftly away from you. Concluding that you were an absolute idiot, you stopped him, catching him by his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Jaebum stared at you with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. A tear trickled down your cheek and with his free hand, Jaebum reached out to wipe it away with his thumb. Then, shutting the door behind him, he pulled you close to him and brought your lips to him.

The kiss was desperate and life-threatening. His mouth was soft and sweet, just like you remembered, cradling your own bottom lip perfectly. Grabbing your thighs, Jaebum lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. One of your hands cupped the back of his neck while your other fingers slid down his chest, his warm skin coming to life under your touch.

Needing air, you broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry,” Jaebum huffed once again, his words breathy from the long kiss. “I just wanted to keep you safe. I was selfish. The light you give off… I didn’t want to lose it. And in the end, I lost you anyway.”

You shook your head, moving your hands to his cheeks and delicately tracing the two little moles above his left eye. It was your favorite little detail that haunted your dreams in your time away.

“As much as I want to,” you whispered, “I don’t think I can live without you.” Leaning back just a bit, you looked into those two deep russet eyes. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” he agreed quickly.

“Please, don’t ever lie to me again. Don’t keep me in the dark. If I’m your light, then let me be it in all parts of your life.”

Jaebum kissed you to seal the promise. “You are the brightest star in my sky. If that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll tell you everything. Just promise me you won’t run away once you hear it all.”

“I won’t go anywhere,” you promised.

Happy to finally have you back in his arms, Jaebum carried you back to your bedroom where you would make sure that he’d stay until the sun rose high in the sky. Staying with a leader of a gang might be the greatest mistake of your life, but if it kept you with Jaebum, it was a risk you were willing to take.

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The Innocent Criminal (Pt.3/3)

Part 1 Part 2

Im Jaebum, the infamous leader of GotSeven has committed murder, stolen money, tortured people and broken all sorts of laws. But most importantly, he destroyed your heart. You once decided never to become a criminal lawyer if it meant defending men like him.

But years later, when it appears that Jaebum is going to be locked away for the one crime he didn’t actually commit, you’re forced to make a decision. Where does one draw the line between innocent and guilty?

Warnings: Strong language, mafia!au, MAJOR violence and trauma mentions.

Word Count: 6.8k+

The Mafia (Masterlist)

Your phone rang at 5 am.

You jumped at the sound after awakening from a fitful sleep. It was only once you’d reached your dark and silent apartment the previous night that you regretted turning down Jaebum’s offer to send you protection. You couldn’t sleep because of the constant feeling that somebody from BTS might be in your home, lying in wait to kill you. You had actually screamed when your cat knocked over a glass.

So when the phone rang loudly, you nearly had a heart attack. You calmed your rapid heartbeat down, switched on the light and then answered the unknown number hesitantly.

“Hello?”

“You’re the lawyer defending Im Jaebum in court tomorrow, aren’t you?” a female voice asked you without any greeting. You froze, silent. Was this to do with BTS? You felt the urge to put the phone down and call Jinyoung for help but the female voice continued to speak despite your silence. “Relax. I’m a police officer. I can’t tell you my name at this point, but I’m a detective and I’m also part of a task force that hunts down organized crime and human trafficking in the city.”

You felt your shoulders relax. “Oh. You’re the rogue cop GotSeven has on the inside?”

The woman sounded annoyed. “What? I am no such thing. I might have tipped them off about Im Jaebum’s arrest because he wasn’t allowed to call for a lawyer according to proper procedure, but you should be careful about throwing words like rogue cop around. Some of us have made a lot of sacrifices to maintain our integrity and serve this country.”

You felt like a small child being scolded. “Uh, okay. Sorry. I understand.”

“I need your help. This is highly confidential police information and I shouldn’t be sharing this with you but there’s no other way. Listen to me very carefully. Im Jaebum cannot go to jail for the human trafficking ring. I need you to make sure that doesn’t happen. We both know he’s not really the one behind it. BTS is selling those girls into slavery, and my task force is inches away from finding solid evidence to prove it. If Jaebum is convicted for this crime then the investigation is closed, my task force gets shut down immediately and I won’t be able to prove who really did this. I don’t give a fuck about what happens to him, personally, but I do care that the right people get put behind bars for this.”

You bit your lip. “I don’t understand. I thought the police were the ones trying to accuse Jaebum.”

The woman sighed. “I’m not working for GotSeven. But there are cops working for BTS around here. They figured out we were getting close, that’s why they planned to frame Jaebum and GotSeven for the whole thing and have our investigation shut down. Who better to frame than someone who also has a lot to hide? The witnesses who came forward to identify Jaebum were all planted there by BTS. Those poor girls are too terrified to come up to the police and identify the real victim, but they were coached to point at Jaebum so that’s all they do.”

“I can’t believe they make that work,” you whispered.

“BTS have done this before. That gang didn’t become powerful because they’re smart or efficient. They’re actually surprisingly sloppy. But whenever they get close to being caught, they simply frame someone else for the crime. It’s a strategy that works well for them. I have an entire list of crimes that I know for a fact were committed by BTS, but somebody else has already been convicted of them.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. You suddenly remembered your own father. In the wrong place at the wrong time, convicted for a murder he hadn’t committed because the evidence against him was too strong. You had no way of knowing if BTS had been responsible for your father’s arrest but they might as well have been. And now it’s happening to Jaebum too. Are you going to sit by and let it happen? Are you going to let another man in your life get put behind bars for something he didn’t do while you sit on your ass?

“I don’t know how to stop this,” you admitted to her desperately. Your voice was shaking. “I know Jaebum isn’t responsible for the human trafficking. But he’s done a lot of other bad things that he deserves to go to prison for. If any of those come out then it’s going to be difficult to extricate him from the trafficking. It’ll spiral out of control, all of GotSeven’s dirty laundry will get aired out and it’ll be so much easier to make them responsible for the trafficking once they already have convictions for murder and robbery and smuggling on their plate.”

You heard her sigh. “I know that. That’s why we need to keep Im Jaebum innocent for now. Hopefully he’ll pay for his crimes at some point. But BTS is expanding their trafficking ring every day and more girls are being raped and tortured and sent to foreign countries as sex slaves. This needs to stop immediately. And for that, I need Jaebum to come out innocent during this particular trial. I need to make sure that my task force doesn’t get shut down and the trafficking investigation is allowed to continue. I am the closest anyone has ever gotten to nabbing BTS. Please help me.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, feeling your mouth go dry. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you,” the woman replied quietly. “And about the bail hearing today… you should know that BTS doesn’t want Jaebum out on bail. Anybody who’s in the loop knows that Im Jaebum is what keeps GotSeven together and that their group is falling apart every day that he sits in prison. Park Jinyoung is smart but he doesn’t have the leadership or presence to handle them. Jaebum needs to get out if he’s going to protect his gang from BTS.”

You nodded. “You don’t have to worry about the bail hearing. I have everything in place. No rational judge could deny Jaebum bail after the arguments I’m going to make.”

“I hope that’s true. Don’t underestimate the lengths BTS would go to in order to keep Jaebum behind bars,” the women replied firmly. You heard a brief noise in the background and then her voice became quieter. “I have to go now. Remember what I said, and if you see me around or at the trial, pretend you don’t know me.”

“I actually don’t know you-“ you began, but she’d already hung up. You let the phone drop and fell back into bed, closing your eyes.

What am I going to do?

“Is the bail money ready?”

The girl standing beside Jackson nodded and gestured towards a black bag that Jackson was carrying over his shoulder. “I brought everything you asked for and more. Don’t worry. I took it purely from legal sources, it’s all traceable back to Jinyoung’s legal bank account where the profits from their business consultancy firm are deposited.”

You nodded before glancing at the others. All the GotSeven members had insisted on coming to court to attend the bail hearing although you told them that it was a stupid idea, and that you only needed Jinyoung and Jaebum’s sister. The younger girl in question was holding hands with Yugyeom while looking around the courthouse nervously. People were walking up and down the corridor rapidly, and the courthouse was bustling with activity. She’d clearly never been in a place like this before.

You turned to Jinyoung. “You remember everything I told you?” you demanded.

Jinyoung nodded firmly. He’d come well-dressed and you had to admit that he was probably the most reliable of the group, which was why you’d chosen him as Jaebum’s surety. “Of course. He’s my best friend, I’ve known him for years, he has vested business interests in this city so he would never run and he’s an upstanding citizen. You said to throw in some stuff about regular charitable contributions to cat shelters if I could.”

You turned and glanced at Jaebum’s sister. “You remember what you have to say?”

She blinked and nodded. “Yes. You told me to say some sentimental stuff about how my brother raised me and that we grew up together so he would never do anything to put me at risk. And to shed a couple of tears about how I couldn’t live without him because I didn’t have anybody else in my life. Sounds a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

You frowned at her. “Are you the lawyer?”

She bristled. “No. Fine. Whatever, if it gets Jaebum-oppa home then I’ll do it.”

You turned to grab your files, glancing at your watch. Jaebum’s bail hearing was due to start in ten minutes, the police were probably bringing him in right now. You had just picked up your files when you heard an audible gasp behind you. It was Bambam that had made the noise and he let out a small expletive. You whirled around to follow his gaze. Two tall, handsome men were walking down the long corridor. They were well-dressed, in suits and one of them nodded briefly at Jackson before they both entered the courtroom. You bit your lip and turned to see everyone’s white faces.

“What’s happening?” you demanded.

Yugyeom turned to you with big eyes. “That was RM and Jin.”

“Should those names mean something to me?”

“Kim Namjoon, commonly known as RM, current leader of BTS. He was the one wearing dark glasses,” Jinyoung explained to you in a hushed tone. You felt a chill run down your spine as you realized who had just passed by you. “He deals with external affairs and runs the human trafficking ring, he’s probably the one who framed Jaebum for all of this. The other one, Kim Seokjin, Jin, is his right hand man. He handles internal BTS affairs, mostly recruitment and keeping order within their group. They’re the highest ranking people in the gang.”

You felt your hands tremble. “Why are they here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Relax. They’re just here to intimidate us,” Jackson reassured you. “I know Namjoon. He’s never around when anything major is about to go down, he just waltzes around to scare people. Don’t let him get to you. And don’t make eye contact with him, he has really gorgeous eyes and you might get distracted.”

Jinyoung gave him a disgusted look. “Wang, seriously-“

“What? It’s the truth-“

You cut off their argument before it could escalate, trying to remain calm. Okay. Two of the leaders of the biggest mafia group were here, a mafia group that had warned you not to defend Im Jaebum in court. And yes, they were powerful and had no morals and would probably kill you at the slightest provocation. Yet there was no fear coursing through your veins, only anger and disgust. Your conversation with the police officer from this morning still echoed in your mind. Whenever they get close to being caught, they frame someone else for the crime. You shook yourself of your spiraling thoughts. No. Forget that. Forget everything. Right now, all you need to concentrate on is getting Im Jaebum out on bail.

“I’m going inside. You guys come in when you’re ready,” you mumbled, walking into the courtroom.

“We picked up the accused near a known hang-out for some shady folk,” the police officer sitting in the witness stand explained. You twirled your pen between your fingers as you listened to him. Jaebum was sitting beside you stiffly, hands still cuffed and his head bowed towards the floor. He hadn’t said anything to you since the hearing started. He looked like he didn’t even want to be there.

You raised an eyebrow at the police officer. “A known hang-out for some shady folk? Can you please explain that, officer? It sounds rather vague to me.”

“We’ve made multiple arrests at that club in the past. Drug dealers, smugglers, stuff like that. A lot of criminals use it as a meeting place.”

“But it is, after all, an ordinary club. Where any person above the age of 21 is legally allowed to enter, grab a few drinks and look for a hook-up? There were at least a hundred other people there that night who were not criminals, am I correct? ” you pressed. The officer frowned at you and nodded reluctantly.

He sighed. “Yes.”

“Thank you, that’s all from me.”

You sat back down as the officer climbed down from the witness stand. So far, the hearing had gone rather well. Jaebum’s sister turned out to be a surprisingly good actress and started crying so hard on the stand that the judge actually handed her some tissues to help her calm herself. Jinyoung did his job well too- he came off as a responsible, well-to-do young man that was vouching for his friend. You showed the judge evidence that Jaebum had been running a business here for four years and that he was unlikely to leave behind his sister and run. He was also willing to pay whatever amount the court set. You were almost positive that the judge would grant him bail, when the prosecution lawyer finally stood up.

“We have one last witness. We’d like to call Im Jaebum’s defense attorney to the stand, please.”

You stiffened. What?

“Are you talking about me?” you demanded, heartbeat thudding.

“Yes. We have evidence that the accused and his lawyer were in a romantic relationship for at least four years, Your Honour,” the prosecution attorney insisted, turning to the judge with a smirk on his face. “They used to be lovers and she’s now his attorney. I think she’s as good a character witness as any. We’d just like to ask her a few questions about Im Jaebum’s past to establish his character.”

You bristled. “He has no criminal record. What more could you want to know about his past?”

“We’ll tell you if you would kindly take the stand.”

You bit your lip and realized that the judge had already nodded his approval and was watching you expectantly. You felt your hands tremble. Fuck. You couldn’t keep refusing without looking like you had something to hide. What could they possibly want to ask you? Was this legal? How could you have overlooked something like this? You turned to look at Jaebum, who was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Can they do that?” he whispered.

“The judge seems to be okay with it. I don’t see how I can refuse without making it look like I have something to hide,” you whispered back. Jaebum reached out and squeezed your hand gently, nodding at you.

“It’s okay. Just go answer their questions. I’ll be fine.”

You slowly climbed up to the witness stand and took the oath that they asked you to. As you looked around the courtroom carefully, you realized that you could see everyone from this point. Jinyoung and Jackson were sitting a few rows behind, Jinyoung biting his fingernails nervously. You could see Yugyeom and Jaebum’s sister holding hands tightly as they watched you. Near one of the back rows, there was a female police officer that was staring at you intently. To the right were RM and Jin, both watching you with smug looks on their faces.

And right in the front was Im Jaebum. Jaebum who looked worried, but forced a reassuring smile in your direction.

“So, I hear you met the accused while you were in law school, am I correct? How long did you date him?”

You gritted your teeth. “Four years.”

“And why did you decide to become his lawyer? It seems rather odd for the accused to go to his ex-girlfriend of all people, when his financial position shows that he could probably afford to pay for a decent lawyer himself.”

You turned and looked at the judge. “Your Honor, I can’t answer a question like that. Anything regarding legal advice I gave Im Jaebum is privileged communication and protected by our attorney-client relationship. You can’t just put me on the stand and expect me to reveal things he might have confided in me as his lawyer.”

The prosecution attorney raised an eyebrow. “All right. Then let’s stick to events before you became his lawyer. When did you break up with Im Jaebum?”

“Three years ago.”

“And why?”

You blinked and bit your lip. “W-what?”

“I’m asking you why you broke up with him. Did the accused maybe do something unpleasant? I hear you were in the hospital for a short while around that time. We’re just asking why you decided to end a relationship of four years.”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. Yes. Yes, he killed around 30 men because they kidnapped me. Because he couldn’t pay them on time so they wanted to teach him a lesson by beating me up. From the smirk on the prosecutor’s face, you could tell that the man knew. He knew that you couldn’t explain that breakup without admitting that Jaebum was a criminal, he knew that that the moment you spoke, Jaebum was as good as condemned for life. If they find out that he killed an entire Russian gang then he’ll never get bail, he’ll never survive before a jury. He might even get convicted of the crime in a matter of weeks.

Your voice cracked as you spoke. “I don’t know how that’s relevant-“

“We called you here as a character witness. You dated the accused for four years and we’re asking why you broke up. There’s nothing irrelevant or complicated about it, it’s a simple question.”

The female police officer was staring straight at you. You could see her sitting in the last row, her eyes fixed on you. Her words from this morning echoed in your mind. I need to make sure that my task force doesn’t get shut down. Please help me. I am the closest anyone has gotten to nabbing BTS. If you told the truth about Jaebum then her entire investigation would get shut down. The police would have all the evidence they needed to charge Jaebum with a myriad of crimes and BTS would get off free.

BTS. BTS who were sitting to the right and looking at you. You felt disgust bubble up inside of you as you looked at the two gang leaders. They were smiling, the smug smiles of men who knew that they had won. You were Im Jaebum’s weak link, the odd-piece out in his life full of crime. They knew you had principles and that you would never commit perjury or lie on the stand. You were a lawyer. To you, the entire legal system was sacred. The system. The system that you had spent years studying in school, the system that you had been taught was designed to put guilty men in prison and help innocent men go free.

The system that BTS manipulated every day of their lives. Whenever they get close to being caught, they frame someone else for the crime.

The system that had sent your father to prison, and was now going to convict Jaebum in place of the people who had actually committed the crime. If Jaebum is convicted for this crime then the investigation is closed, my task force gets shut down immediately and I won’t be able to prove who really did this.

The system that was a failure.

Fuck this system.

“Im Jaebum and I broke up because I cheated on him,” you lied confidently. You stared the prosecution attorney in the face and he stood a startled step back at the furious expression in your eyes. Then you turned and made eye contact with RM. His smile had dropped. As you stared at him, you felt a sudden realization dawn upon you. He thought he could use my principles to his advantage. I won’t let that happen. I won’t become a pawn in his game. Playing by the rules is a weakness in their world and that’s what they count on. The moment we break away from the system too, they lose their advantage.

The prosecution attorney blinked at you. “You cheated on the accused?” he repeated, confused.

“Yeah. I slept with one of his friends. Right there,” you replied, pointing in the general direction of where Jinyoung, Jackson and Mark were sitting. All three of them were staring at you with wide eyes, but you were too busy glaring at the man asking the questions. “Why? Do you have any evidence that suggests otherwise?”

The prosecution attorney frowned. “No, no I don’t.”

“Then I’ve answered your question satisfactorily, haven’t I?”

The prosecution attorney nodded. “Yes. I don’t… I don’t have any other questions.”

You stepped down from the stand and walked back to your seat, your mind feeling blank. Jaebum was staring at you with his dark eyes fixed on yours but you couldn’t even look at him. You couldn’t look at anyone. You just stared down at your trembling hands while the judge finally declared that Jaebum would be granted bail and read out various conditions that he needed to follow as well as the amount of money that he needed to deposit with the court. The hearing was dismissed and you stood up when the officers came over to remove Jaebum’s handcuffs. The first thing he did was grab your hand.

“Why did you do that?” he hissed.

You jerked your hand away from him, aware of the fact that RM and Jin were still in the courtroom and were watching you with narrowed eyes. You gathered your things and walked outside, ignoring the high-five that Jackson tried to give you and Jinyoung’s attempts to say something. You practically ran past them, jogging out of the courthouse and finding a small garden outside where you finally dropped your bag and files on the grass and fell to your knees.

I’m going to be sick. I’m going to be sick. What have I just done?

You were retching into the bushes, your head spinning when Jaebum and the others finally caught up to you. Your hands were trembling and you felt the reality of what you had just done hit you like a brick. I just lied on oath. I told a blatant, fucking lie on oath. What was I thinking? Jaebum helped you to your feet and handed you a bottle of water. You took it and drank, your hands shaking. Your entire face was white and you could feel your knees growing weaker.

Bambam was standing a little distance behind Jaebum and grinning at you.

“That was awesome. Was it the first time you broke the law? It’s pretty thrilling, isn’t it? Yugyeom and I started with drug dealing to be honest, but I think perjury’s a pretty awesome place to start. You should have seen the look on RMs face, they never imagined she would lie-“

Jaebum snarled. “Shut up, Bambam.”

“He’s right,” you whispered. Your voice cracked as you looked up at Jaebum helplessly and felt your entire life flash before you. Your heartbeat was racing at an inhuman rate. “I committed a crime. Perjury is a criminal offence, Jaebum, it’s two to five years in prison and I could be disbarred and lose my license to practice law. What was I thinking? How could I do that, how could I lie?”

Jaebum cupped your face in his hands. “Hey. Breathe. I need you to take a deep breath.”

You took a deep breath but you didn’t feel much better. Tears began to leak out of your eyes as you continued to panic. “It wasn’t even a good lie. What if they really do have evidence about why we really broke up, what if they bring it at the next hearing? I’ll be discovered, I’ll go to jail and my entire life will fall apart-“

“It won’t. It won’t, I won’t let that happen.”

Jaebum wrapped his arms around you and pressed you to his chest tightly, trying to calm you down. You inhaled his familiar scent and clutched on to him, seeking comfort. Your entire body was still trembling and you closed your eyes as you tried to come back to your senses. The confidence and the anger from back in the courtroom was gone and now you were scared and worried. “This is all your fault,” you mumbled into his chest. “You dragged me into this. You’re the one that went and got arrested and became and a target for BTS and made me lie… and…”

Jaebum gently stroked your hair. “Babe. We both know that I never expected you to lie on that stand for me.”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. “I know.”

“You did that on your own. Do you regret it? If you could go back there and tell the truth about why we broke up, then would you do it?” Jaebum demanded. His dark eyes pierced down at you as he stroked your cheek lightly. “You wouldn’t. You know why? Because you know that if the truth about my killing the Russian gang gets out, then BTS will be able to pin just about everything they’ve ever done on me. That’s how the system works. You know that no jury will believe I’m not responsible for the human trafficking after they find out about all the other crimes I’ve committed. To them, there’s no difference. A criminal is a criminal. You’ve seen it happen to your father.”

You looked up at him. “You can’t go to prison for their crimes. That’s not right. But if BTS gets their way, then you will.”

“Exactly,” Jaebum replied. “So why are you feeling guilty about cheating a system that you never had faith in, in the first place?”

You looked at Jaebum, taking a deep breath. His dark eyes were staring down at you calmly, his hands cupping your cheeks. For the first time in your life, you felt like you could understand why Im Jaebum did the things he did. You could understand how he and his gang could steal and rob and kill with complete disregard for the law. Because the only way to deal with groups like BTS is to stoop to their level. You can’t shoot at them from your moral high ground. You have to sink to their level and get eye to eye with them. That’s what I did today. I sank to their level and I won.

“You’re right,” you whispered. You bit your lip. “BTS needs to be taken down. And the law isn’t going to do it for us.”

Jaebum smiled down at you softly. You hadn’t seen that smile in a long time and you suddenly realized that you’d underestimated Im Jaebum. Yes. He was a criminal, he did terrible things and he’d killed three men in front of your eyes. But there was a different sort of strength in him that you lacked. Im Jaebum wasn’t afraid of a world where there was no system. He wasn’t afraid of a life where there were no morals or rules to guide you as to what was right or wrong. He decided the rules he lived by himself.

Jaebum was free, in a way that you could never be.

You followed the others to the parking lot silently. Your head was spinning, and you weren’t sure what to do. You’d never broken so many of your own rules and principles in a single day. You weren’t sure whether you detested yourself or of you were proud of not letting BTS take advantage of you.

“Hey,” Jaebum whispered softly, squeezing your hand. “Want a ride home?”

You clasped his hand tightly. “Jaebum.”

“Yeah?”

You took a deep breath and looked up at him. He seemed shocked by the passion in your eyes and he stopped in his tracks, looking down at you as you spoke firmly. “Let me defend you in court until the police can prove that BTS is the one behind the human trafficking. I want to do it. I can’t make them pay for their crimes, but I can make sure that nobody else goes to jail for them.”

Jaebum looked down at you. “I deserve to go to jail.”

“Not for this,” you replied. “You didn’t do it this time. And even if someday, you get arrested for something that you did do… then you deserve a defense attorney who will fight for you. That’s how the system works, remember? Even the worst criminals deserve a lawyer. And I want to be yours.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” he asked you softly.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, before nodding up at him. Jaebum was worried for you. You could see it in his dark eyes, in the way his hand squeezed yours tightly. He had always been worried about you. And there was guilt in his eyes too. Guilt because he knew that your inner turmoil all led back to what he had put you through three years ago. “I can handle it. I trained my entire life to be a criminal lawyer and then the moment I encountered some crime in my own life, I turned to corporate tax like a coward. I think the answer my problems isn’t for me to hate you and the profession. The answer to this is for me to accept that I can defend you, while not being responsible for your crimes. And that’s what I’m going to do.”

He smirked lightly. “So no more perjury?”

“No more perjury.”

“Are you going to confess to having lied on the stand?”

“Someday. Someday, when you go to prison for your crimes then I’ll do my time for mine.”

Jaebum gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and smiled. It had been a long time since you’d seen that smile on his face and his eyes were shining as they stared into yours. Jaebum didn’t move for a long time and you were left looking at him, unable to resist a small smile on your own face.

“Why are you smiling?” you demanded.

Jaebum shook his head. “Nothing. I just remembered how passionate you used to be back when we were dating. You wanted to defend criminals, you wanted to give everyone a voice and you used to say all these things about justice, I just… I just hated that I broke that passion of yours. But I feel like it’s coming back, and I missed it. I missed you.”

You closed your eyes. “I missed you too,” you admitted honestly.

Jaebum’s lips brushed yours lightly and you felt your heart flutter. This man had broken you for a long time and brought you to the lowest point in your life. But he was also responsible for all your highs. You remembered how happy he’d once made you and how he was the only man you’d ever loved. Jaebum’s arms felt warm and comfortable and like home, a feeling you hadn’t felt in years. You wrapped your arms around Jaebum and let him kiss you. You let yourself forget the trial, and crimes and the courthouse and BTS and you just kissed him back because if the entire world disappeared, and it was just you and him, that would be your paradise.

When he pulled away, he gave you a soft smile. “I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

You let your hands slide down from his shoulders and stepped back. You could hear loud voices coming from a little distance away and you saw that some of the other GotSeven members were talking loudly near Jackson’s car. Before you could say anything else, Mark came over to you and he looked at Jaebum with a hint of panic in his eyes.

“We have a problem.”

Jaebum released you. “Huh?”

“I just got a phone call. Remember the police officer who was investigating the human trafficking? She finally got one of the witnesses to crack this morning. The girl confessed that it was RM who was running the trafficking ring and that she’d been shown a picture of you and told to identify you in front of the police if she didn’t want to die.”

Your heart leapt. “That’s great! So we finally have a witness-“

Mark cut you off. “No, not great. BTS kidnapped the girls from police custody barely half an hour ago.”

“What?”

“The witnesses are gone. And BTS is probably going to kill them.”

“Do it faster!”

“I’m trying!” Youngjae snapped angrily. He was clearly annoyed with you and he barely looked at you as he typed rapidly into his laptop. You were sitting in the backseat of Youngjae’s car with a gun in one hand and a cellphone in the other as he tried to track BTS’ location. The others had already gotten into their cars and headed out to all the possible locations where they could have taken the witnesses. Youngjae was trying to track down their cellphones and he finally sat up with a grin.

“Got it! They’re at an old warehouse behind the railway tracks. This is where they meet up with some of their buyers. These girls might not be dead yet, it’s possible they’re just going to sell them. Get me Jaebum-hyung on the phone. He and Mark are the closest to that location.”

You dialed Jaebum’s number rapidly and handed Youngjae the phone.

“Hyung? They’re in the warehouse, you and Mark are pretty close to it. I’m tracking you both now, you just need to get on the other side of the railway lines.”

You sat back in your seat as Youngjae directed Jaebum and Mark to the location. You’d wanted to go with them but Jaebum had flatly refused to take you. Not only did you not know how to handle a gun or defend yourself, you could also possibly become a liability to them and slow them down. His blunt words hurt you a little but you had to admit that he was right. You weren’t much use in a rescue operation. You’d agreed to stay with Youngjae as Jaebum insisted. You had been worried that he would get hurt, but Jaebum had only given you a small smile.

“They wouldn’t kill me. They need me, remember? I’m their scapegoat.”

Those words were not as comforting to you as Jaebum had probably intended them to be. You bit your lip and stared down at your hands nervously. No matter how aware you were of the fact that Jaebum was not a good person, you still didn’t want to see him die. He meant a lot to you, and the last thing you wanted was for BTS to hurt him. You clenched your fists in anger. Those bastards. How could they force innocent girls to commit perjury for them, and then kidnap them once they cracked? Your heartbeat was thudding as you wondered how terrified those poor girls must be. The horrible lives they must have led while in the hands of BTS.

“Okay. You guys go in. I’m hanging up now, I’ll call Jinyoung and Jackson and tell them to back you up.” Youngjae replied, before hanging up the call. You sat up and looked at him, eyes wide.

“Jaebum and Mark are going in alone?”

Youngjae glanced at you. “There’s no other option. BTS already has the girls and it will barely take them seconds to kill them, if they haven’t already. We can’t afford to wait for the whole gang to turn up there. I’m calling Jinyoung and Jackson to send them back-up now. All we can do is wait and hope things go all right.”

You glanced at Youngjae with a frown. “Is that what you normally do?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Your job sucks.”

“Tell me about it.”

“The girls are safe but Jaebum got shot in the arm. Meet us at the hospital.”

You paced up and down the corridor nervously. Jackson and Jinyoung looked surprisingly calm. Jackson was playing a game on his phone and Jinyoung was sitting and reading a book as you all waited for Jaebum to get out of surgery. RM had tried to kill the girls the moment he saw that GotSeven had arrived… apparently he’d rather they be dead than survive to possibly testify against him. Jaebum had taken the bullet in the girl’s place. According to Jackson, it wasn’t an accident.

“RM doesn’t miss,” Jackson had told you simply as they wheeled Jaebum into surgery. “If Jaebum-hyung got shot in the arm then it’s because RM wanted him shot in the arm. They both know that killing Jaebum would only cause bigger problems for BTS. They wouldn’t have a scapegoat for the human trafficking anymore and the investigation would close in on them.”

You couldn’t believe it. “Even if he knew RM wouldn’t kill him, it was a reckless thing to do, taking a bullet for someone.”

“I think we both know who he really took that bullet for.”

You couldn’t stand their nonchalant attitude about Jaebum being in such a serious surgery, so you left the two men to their pastimes and paced down a separate corridor. You paused in your tracks when you a saw a pair of familiar figures in the adjacent waiting room. Mark was sitting there, talking quietly with the female detective that you recognized from the bail hearing. The moment they both saw you, they moved a few inches apart. Then Mark stood up and gave you a small smile of greeting before leaving the waiting room. The detective smiled at you weakly.

“Hi,” she greeted.

You blinked at her. “Hi. You’re the one that called me this morning, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Sorry about the early morning wake-up call. I was in a bit of a panic. There are more cops that BTS bought than I realized, and it’s hard to tell who I can trust. Turns out I failed, after all. One of my most trusted colleagues was the one who helped BTS kidnap the girls.”

“I’m sorry. How are they doing now?”

“They’re in witness protection. I sent them out of the country until I can gather enough evidence to prosecute BTS and then I’ll bring them in to testify. Probably in a couple of weeks. Don’t worry, they’re safe. I don’t make the same mistake twice,” she reassured you. You had to admire how strong this woman seemed. There were bags under her eyes and she looked like she had barely slept. But there was a different kind of sadness in her eyes and you had to ask.

“Are you okay?” you mumbled.

She forced a smile at you. “Why do you ask?”

“You don’t look okay.”

“I’m fine. I guess I’m just finding it difficult to accept that after all these years of tracking down BTS, I might finally get them put away for something major. I mean, it’s almost done. The whole reason we constituted the organized crime task force would be in jail in a month or so.”

You blinked. “I see. So they’ll dissolve the task force, then.”

“No. We just come up with a new target.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized the reason behind the pain in her eyes. “Oh.”

“Once we get BTS behind bars, our next target is GotSeven.”

It took a while for Jaebum to wake up from the surgery. They got the bullet out and he was stable, but he still looked rather drowsy from the anesthesia when you went in to see him. He gave you a small smile as you sat down beside his bed gingerly, trying not to touch the various IV fluids and antibiotics stuck into his arm. He looked weak but he still smiled at you.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him. It broke your heart to see Jaebum lying so weakly on a hospital bed like this. He was human too, after all. He got hurt and suffered pain just like everyone else did. You let him shakily reach out and take your hand. “How are you doing?” you asked.

Jaebum chuckled. “I’m fine, I’ve been shot before.”

You winced. “Let’s not go there.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t believe you took a bullet for one of those girls,” you mumbled, trying to hold back your tears. Jaebum was still smiling at you, and seeing him look unaffected by the pain was making you feel miserable. You sniffled and quickly blinked your tears back. “Even if you were sure that RM wouldn’t kill you, why would you do something like that?”

Jaebum opened his mouth to speak, but then he shook his head and held back.

“What?” you demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I’d rather not,” he told you softly. His eyes avoided yours. “I’m pretty sure that the last time I gave you this answer, it messed you up pretty badly.”

“Huh? Don’t be stupid. Just say it.”

“I did it for you.”

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Sweet Pea Moodboard

#sweet pea #soc yugyeom #kim yugyeom #got7 yugyeom #soc gang7 #got7 gang au #yugyeom x black reader #kpop ambw #woc moodboard

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haveanotherkpopblog · 4 years

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Vive la Revolution

Profiles: JYP District

Masterlist

Queenie

Real Name: Park Jihyo

Position: Boss

Family: Daniel Kang (Husband)

Real Name: Im Jaebum

Position: Second in Command

Family: Im Nayeon (Younger Sister)

Mandu

Real Name: Jackson Wang

Position: Bodyguard

Family: None

DaH

Real Name: Kim Dahyun

Position: Bodyguard

Family: Kim Seungmin (Younger Brother)

Bambam

Real Name: Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam

Position: Arsonist

Family: Ariyanuntaka Khanthawong Starman (Cousin)

Peaches

Real Name: Hirai Momo

Position: Assassin

Family: Kim Heechul (Husband)

Junior

Real Name: Park Jinyoung

Position: Assassin

Family: Park Sungjin (Older Brother)

Penguin

Real Name: Myoui Mina

Position: Doctor

Family: None

Nano

Real Name: Yoo Jeongyeon

Position: Hacker

Family: Yoo Kihyun (Older Brother)

Katarina

Real Name: Son Chaeyoung

Position: Blackmailer

Family: Son Hyunwoo (Older Brother)

Brownie

Real Name: Kim Yugyeom

Position: Blackmailer

Family: None

Yoda

Real Name: Chou Tzuyu

Position: Informant

Family: Mark Tuan (Older Cousin)

Rooster

Real Name: Mark Tuan

Position: Dealer

Family: Chou Tzuyu (Younger Cousin)

Real Name: Minatozaki Sana

Position: Seducer

Family: None

Genius

Real Name: Choi Youngjae

Position: Treasurer

Family: Choi Jisu (Younger Sister)

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you-tolkien-to-me · 4 years

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K-POP Imagine/ Cyberpunk/Gang AU:

Imagine being the world's most notorious hacker with very valuable eyes.

Power: All-Seeing Eyes of the Gods & computer hacking and cryptography

You have heightened visual senses, allowing you to see fast movements normally impossible for human eyes to follow, or minute details with great clarity. Your eyes are also equipped with a self-restoration function such that over time, they will heal themselves of any damage sustained.

You can also manipulate the vision of others, including that of machinery such as vehicles, and force them to move in the direction you want them to, or see through another individual's eyes and even witness past events that they have seen.

Examples of power ---> (click me!)

You can explore methods for breaching defenses and exploiting weaknesses in a computer system or network.

You can create, shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology."

Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.

You can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance.

A variation of Electricity Manipulation, they control specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage and may be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.

Stealth and debilitating attacks make you a powerful infiltrator.

Examples of power --> (click me!) (click me!) (click me!)

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(A OC I thought of. Made here --> https://www.dolldivine.com/cyberpunk.php.)

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I don’t own anything but the imagine part. :P

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gotbts7fics · 4 years

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Reckless | Three |

| Two | Three | Four |

The time was getting close to one am. You had already done four private dances, two had been regular clients that you actually enjoyed dancing for, with one being Namjoon. Namjoon was always a gentleman. He followed you to which ever club you were dancing at, however, he only ever asked for dances when you were at Elixr. You never questioned him, you just assumed it was because you would give dances cheaper at Elixr. Regardless he always paid well and he was fun. He complimented you and made you feel beautiful, as if you were the only woman in the world. You had developed a dancer client relationship over the past two years and were more than happy to make him feel good. It wasn’t uncalled for your clients to leave horny, desperate for relief, and Namjoon was no exception. Tonight you all but made him blow his load in his pant as you moved your hips seductively up and down on him to the beat of the song, while rubbing your breast dangerously close to his face. He never pushed your boundaries and kept his hands on the areas he was allowed, but you would put your earnings on it that, given the chance, he would fuck you into oblivion on the floor of the VIP. Once the dance had ended he thanked you, with a very noticeable hard on and left. Truth be told, if you had met him under different circumstances, you would have tried to sleep with him. However, you don’t sleep with clients, and that was what he was now. You never turned tricks behind the club, or in the motel across the road after the end of shift. That was for some girls, but not for you.

You were standing at the bar watching one of the red heads work her stage. She used her fingers on herself, or rather in herself, to attract attention. Apparently her lack of clothing was doing nothing for her. You scoffed and turned away, thinking how some girls went above and beyond to attract attention.

“Can I have that dance now?” You turned and found the young man from earlier, Jungkook, looking at you with his lips between his teeth and dark hair falling over his eyes, a far cry from his cocky attitude earlier. He looked you up and down, your mirrored his action.

“Okay” you said as you turned to lead him to a private room.

“Wait… what?!” He exclaimed, he wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily.

“Do you not want it?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.

“I do, you just refused earlier, then I called you a whore. So I figured it wasn’t going to happen.” He said looking at you with a smirk on his face, cocky attitude resumed. You contemplated slapping it off him, but the money he was going to pay was so tempting.

“You offered two thousand right?” You asked tilting your head to the side and licking your lips. All Jungkook did was nod his head.

“Would you say no to two thousand dollars for 5 minutes of effort?” You quizzed him.

“Well, when you put it that way” He said advancing towards you as you turned around, “Lead the way, Y/N” he whispered in your ear from behind you. You controlled yourself from stiffening up. You never used your real name in the club. You didn’t want people knowing you.

“Kyron.” You responded, without looking at him.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“ My name is Kyron” You walked towards to private room and opened the door for him.

“What ever you say….. Kyron” He said entering the room with a smirk on his face. You debated changing your mind, forgetting this dance, but Jisoo said you could take all the profit instead of just the cut. That was what made you walk into the room and shut the door.

The dance went by quickly, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed to be analyzing your every move. There was more to this dance you noted. Jisoo was probably right. Agust D had put him up to it and was probably trying to get you. At the end of the dance, you thanked the man in front of you and waited for him to leave. He took his sweet as time getting up as you fixed yourself.

“I’ll be in touch” He said finally rising up, not even bothering to hid his semi hard on in his pants, heading towards to door.

“Don’t bother. I won’t dance for you again. And tell your boss to look for another girl” You said as you wiped down the chair, annoyed he was still there. Jungkook grabbed you and shoved you against the wall suddenly, trapping you between his arms. His annoyance showing.

“You don’t get a choice, beautiful. You’re nothing.” Jungkook growled out, he also noticed that you didn’t flinch, you didn’t coward away from him.

“You heard me. Now let me go before I drive my heels into your semi hardened cock” You said with feigned innocence. He couldn’t help but chuckle. You were looking at him sweetly, but the threat and the words you used were so filthy. He leaned in closely, making sure to not break eye contact. You wouldn’t admit it, but he was intimidating.

“I’ll see you around…Y/N” He kissed your cheek and was out of the room before you could slap him.

“Prick” You said as you gathered yourself and left the room. You were done for the night. You went to find Jisoo, just to let him know you were leaving and he could pay you.

“That prick kissed my cheek and I didn’t even get to slap him!” Yelling as you burst into Jisoo’s office. “Oh, hi Youngjae! I swear if they ever try to get a dance again you say no!” Jisoo looked up from his paper work on his desk and Youngjae swung around in his chair with arms wide open. You crawled onto his lap while he wrapped his arms around you.

“Who kissed you sweetheart, who should I beat up” Youngjae asked innocently.

“Jungkook, Agust D’s right hand.” Jisoo said with a laugh as he watched Youngjae become a little pale.

“Sweetheart, just forget about it. I am not going up against BangTan. I love you, but I also love my life.” Youngjae said, rubbing your head as you pouted.

“Why is everyone so eager to just let them do whatever” You asked. Youngjae stilled underneath you.

“Leave it alone Y/N, you know better than to question things.” Jisoo growled out at you. You knew it was time to stop when he took that tone with you. Also, if looks could kill. Jisoo kept you in line. God knows you’d be dead by now if it wasn’t for him holding you back. Your attitude alone with the men in this world was enough to get you killed. You just played with fire even more by asking questions.

“I’m going home. Pay me” You said, putting your hand out.

“You did very well tonight. Namjoon paid you 1500, after the dance he came back and said to tip you an extra 500. What did you do to him?” Jisoo asked looking up from his papers, you smirked at him. Jisoo knew you were good on stage, and even better in the private rooms. He watched your dances from time to time, just like he watched all the girls. You because he wanted to make sure you were safe, them because he was aware they tried to turn tricks under his roof. If he ever caught one of his girls doing that, they were out the door. He didn’t tolerate prostitution in his club. What they did outside he didn’t care about.

“four thousand, three hundred tonight sweetheart, you did good.” Youngjae said as he handed you the money. You were still sitting in his lap, while he was working around your body, calculating the earnings of the evening. Youngjae was safe to you. In fact, all the men at Elixr were safe to you. It was probably because they all had known you for a few years now. They put up with your attitude and kept you out of trouble. It was a messed up family situation, one you were thankful for.

“Go to bed.” Jisoo said looking back to his papers. He was still a bit annoyed at you but you didn’t care.

“Kay.” You said as you kissed Youngjae’s cheek humming in response and removing yourself from his lap. You circled around the desk and kissed Jisoo’s cheek before heading to the door.

“I’m sorry, don’t stay mad at me.” You whispered with your hand on the handle. As hard as you were, Jisoo was all you had. You didn’t want him angry with you.

“I never stay mad at you” He replied, shifting his gaze toward you. “Text me when you get home.”

You nodded and walked out the door. You quickly made it to the dressing room and changed back into your sweats and t-shirt. Removing your lipstick and throwing your hair into a bun. You slipped your sandals on, grabbed your bag and headed out the back door.

As you made your way to your car, you noticed the black car parked a little off. It wasn’t one you recognized, and you could almost put your money on it who was in there. You knew they were watching you. You threw your bag into the passenger’s seat of your car, slamming the door. You sighed inwardly, walked around the car, and instead of getting in, like a normal girl would, walked across the parking lot to the black car that sat there watching you.

Yoongi sat with his eyes closed in the drivers seat of his car. Jungkook was beside him watching the back door of the strip club they just left. After hearing all about the private dance that cost Yoongi two grand, Jungkook declared that he could have you working in their club in no time.

“There she is Hyung!” Jungkook lurched forward in his seat as he watched you exit the club. God, you were beautiful, Yoongi thought. He could make a lot of money off you. Yoongi watched as you threw your bag in your car, annoyed. Interesting, he thought, why does she seem so pissed off. He watched you round your car, expecting you to get in and drive off. What surprised him was you didn’t. Instead you were marching your way right over to his car.

“You pissed her off” Yoongi said to Jungkook, eyes never leaving you.

He rolled down his window just as you rounded his side and were about to knock on it.

“Yes, love” Yoongi drawled out. He doubted you knew who he was. So he wasn’t worried about anything.

“Listen, the answer is no. I know why you sent Jungkook in there tonight. I won’t be owned by you, Agust D. I won’t be owned by anyone, and I won’t work for you.” You said with such disdain in your voice that Jungkook actually flinched slightly. He was wearing a nice shirt and didn’t feel like cleaning up your bloody body after Yoongi finished you off.

Yoongi was surprised by your outburst, more surprised you knew who he was, and came to his car.

“Jungkook, what the fuck did you do?” He hissed at Jungkook, who remained silent in the passenger’s seat.

“That prick kissed my cheek, what do you teach your comrades? How to be assholes? Get your fucking shit together” You stated.

Yoongi sighed, he was annoyed now. No one talked to him this way. He reached for the handle of the car and got out. He wasn’t going to be looked down on, especially by your.

He got out of the car and stood in front of you. Normal girls would be scared, not you, you just continued to poke the bear for god knows what reason.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way” Yoongi hissed, his face contorted in anger.

“Fuck you.” You replied crossing your arms over your chest. He brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them.

“Okay, I’ll forgive you for that this time because you’re obviously new and an idiot. Anyways, I want you to dance in my club” He hissed out, looking at you with a lack of emotion on his face.

“No.” You answered.

“You’re not in a position to say no to me” He threatened, getting into your face.

“Yes I am. No.” you declared.

Yoongi lurched out and grabbed you, tossing you over the hood of the car and leaning down on your body.

“Don’t test me little girl” he growled only inches above your face. “I am a very powerful man, I don’t take to bitches trying to step on me.” he eyed you.

“Kill me then” You murmured looking away from him, causing him to pull off you a bit.

“What?” He asked as he grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“Kill me.” You repeated. You could honestly say you weren’t scared of death, and you really had nothing to lose.

“Why aren’t you scared?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he still laid on top of you. He was interested in you and your lack of fear. Anyone else would be cowering at his feet begging him to not put a bullet in their head. You on the other hand, begged him to put the bullet there.

“I’m reckless” You simply stated.

“You’ve been broken” He said, removing himself off you. You pulled yourself up to sit on the hood of his car.

“I’ve shot people for looking at my car, you know.” He stated as he pulled out a cigarette.

“Whatever” You replied but made no effort to get off. “Hey asshole, why don’t you come out too” you said as you knocked on the window. Jungkook climbed out of the car looking at you in amusement.

“You have balls” he said, looking between you then at Yoongi for any indication that he was going to explode.

“And you kissed my cheek after your dance. Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me” You hissed, glaring at him. Jungkook went to respond but Yoongi stopped him.

“Enough, I want you to be one of my girls” Yoongi said again. “I won’t ask nicely a third time”

“I won’t be owned” You stated, looking at the man in front of you.

“I can make your life hell” He threatened as he lit his cigarette.

“My life is already hell, what else you got?”

“You’re pissing me off Y/N” he hissed through his teeth

You simply shrugged and looked up at the sky.

“I’ll make you a deal” You stated.

“I don’t make deals” He said in a matter of fact tone.

“Suit yourself.” You went to jump off the car hood and walk back to your car. Yoongi grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You looked at him with a smirk on your face.

“I’m only entertaining this once, because I know you can make me a lot of money.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. “And don’t you ever breath a word of this to anyone, I will kill you if you try to make me look soft.”

You giggled at him, which made him more pissed off, you really were putting your life at risk right now.

“I’ll dance for you Fridays and Saturdays, only 3 weeks out of the month though. I want your club ratio. I heard you pay your girls well. Forty Five percent of profits.” You stated. Jisoo tried to keep you away from this business, but you weren’t stupid. You knew where the money was. You also knew that this man came to the club you were working at because he really wanted you. You knew you could make money and he knew you could make money. He would bargain with you, or so you thought anyways.

Yoongi grabbed his gun from his back pocket and pointed it right in between your eyes.

“You’ve really fucking pissed me off now.” He growled.

#bts #bts x reader #got7 x reader #bts gang au #got7 gang au #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #Reckless Update

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