#mafia blackpink

[luxora]

Blackpink -> {Mafia AU} -> You are killed

Requested: No

Group: Blackpink

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Death. Blood.

A/N: Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with death by mafia means.

Jisoo

Death was a common concept in the mafia world, it was something which a gang member was faced with everyday. One never knew when their time was up, if they luck had finally run out or if they had managed to piss off the wrong person. The angel of death was always looming in the dark side of the city, and Jisoo was no stranger to death, especially she was someone who dished it out so easily.

But you were an innocent.

The only connection which you had to the mafia world was through Jisoo, your connection as her love putting you in harms way, and Jisoo could blame no one else but herself for your death.

She only prayed that it was painless, that her enemy would grant you the mercy that you should not have begged for, that they would realize that there was no point of drawing it out, and you were nothing but an innocent lamb caught in a pack of possessive wolves who did not have it in their heart to kill you, as they believed that you were one of their own. The gang had imprinted on you, you were cared for because you were connected to Jisoo. You were her lover, her partner, her everything.

You were her strength, but also her weakness, and that was the reason why you were wiped off this Earth.

Most often when her gang was faced with death, it usually met with a drinking tribute to the fallen member, all of them remembering them in a moment of silence and full glass of whiskey, however everyone could feel the detachment of Jisoo when your death was announced. Her enemy was ‘kind’ enough to have your body delivered to the headquarters, giving them all something to bury and to remember you by, but no way a positive memory to remember you.

You deserved a proper burial, one filled with respect and sincerity. You were a beloved member of the gang, despite not officially being a member, and everyone wore their best to your funeral, held in a private, remote location which would ensure no disturbance during the proceedings. Jisoo sat in the first seat at the front, her eyes fixed on the memorial photo of you, smiling brightly to all the guests who were in attendance. Your coffin was pure white, it being the only appropriate colour to use as you were an untainted soul, the opposite of everyone else.

Jisoo did not speak during the funeral. She was unable to. Jisoo prided herself on being a composed leader of the gang, of being someone who was feared and admired, and she was unable to say a word because she knew the moment she uttered your name, she will break apart in front of everyone.

It was her fault, it was entirely her fault, and even though she could get whatever she desired, she knew that she will never be able to bring you back. The world was cruel to people like Jisoo, and the cruelty of it was evidently represented by your death and its effect on Jisoo. When it was finally time for your coffin to be lowered in the ground, she stood the closest to the hole than anybody else, everyone given Jisoo a wide girth because it was only right for her to be the sole witness to it.

She remained composed during the whole proceeding, dropping a single lily on top of your coffin before you were finally buried, your pure white coffin covered in dirty and the only reminder of your existence being represented by the white tombstone placed at the head of the grave.

/‘Y/N L/N’/

/‘An angel on Earth that has returned home’/

Jisoo desired privacy, and the gang immediately provided it, heading into the building of where the ‘reception’ of the funeral was to be held. She was finally alone with you, and that was when Jisoo allowed herself to feel.

She dropped to her knees, her hands clawing at the dirt which has recently buried you, tears dripping and wetting it while Jisoo’s eyes continued to sting and overflow as a broken sob left her lips, her entire body shaking as she groveled at your grave, pressing her forehead into the dirt as she apologized for her responsibility of your death.

“I am sorry my love, I am so sorry.”

She was alone on this Earth, no longer having that one person who could provide her the love and comfort which she never believed that she deserved. It was the absolute worst kind of cruelty which could be conducted onto an individual. Providing the source of absolute happiness, only to snap it away and make it vanquish from existence. That was the worst type of torture ever to give and receive, and Jisoo knew that she was never going to be able to love or be loved the same way as she had with you.

Jennie

While the mafia world was filled with violence and smuggling, it was also a deeply complex social world, everything relying on the word and support of others. Fortunately, Jennie was one of the biggest players in the game of chess in the mafia world, and so she was an unstoppable force who was greatly respected. The mafia was a dog eat dog type of world, and of course everyone also wanted to power and glory that came with being the alpha, and yet so few were able to reach the heights that Jennie was capable of reaching.

Events such as this was fairly normal for Jennie, quite dull in fact as it was the social game that she always had to play, and she always tired easily from the same lapping of attention she got from others, however you always did make it better, attending them with her. While Jennie was always described to being the belle of the ball at these events, you were a stunner all on her own, and she was proud to have you on her arm at these events.

Sadly, social events were also filled with betrayal, something which Jennie was quite used to, given how other always attempted to overthrow her despite her obvious power. Jennie always made sure those who betrayed her always paid for it, and tonight was not different as it was a public revelation of the idiots who thought they could over throw Jennie Kim. The rival gang members were isolated from the crowd, exposed for their crimes of treason against the mafia queen, all muttering their disgust and disappointment, the members inflamed in embarrassment and anger at Jennie’s public humiliation.

“You made a big mistake ever trying to take me down.” Jennie said, a vicious smirk in place as she took a sip from her champagne while she nodded at one of her henchman to lead the others to remove the vermin. They had nodded but before they could move or do anything, one of the rival members spoke.

“And you have made a mistake for treating us this way.”

The member suddenly dug into their jacket and pulled out a gun, moving and pointing it directly at Jennie. At the sight of the weapon, the sound of guns being drawn by her subordinates were heard, and Jennie eyes did not stray from the gun as it pointed at her, readying herself to dodge it. But just as she was prepared dodge, the shooter suddenly changed their target and Jennie realised too late that the target was you.

A single gun shot was fired, which was quickly followed by the rapid firing of more gunshots, taking out the shooter and ever other rival gang member who had opposed Jennie. But she did not pay attention to any of that, as her attention was solely on the growing circle of crimson in your chest.

“Y/N!” She screamed, sprinting towards your fallen form a you weakly clutched at your chest, the crimson nearly staining your entire abdomen as you continued to bleed out. She cradled you into her lap, holding you up by the back of your neck while she pressed other her hand to your chest, a poor attempt in trying to stop the bleeding. “Stay with me sweetie, stay with me!”

But despite her pleas for you to stay conscious, to remain with her and to not leave her, Jennie watched helpless as the light in your eyes began to dim and that your body was only getting heavier with every passing second. She heard voices but she didn’t form what they were saying to her as her focus was solely on you, watching at your life in your eyes seeped away until there was nothing left but your body.

Jennie shook her head, repeating your name, calling out to you as she only hoped that you had fallen unconscious but she knew better than to believe that, but in the state of mind that she was in, she could believe anything, no matter how unbelievable it was.

“Y/N wake up, this isn’t funny, w-wake up.” She said, dread and despair filling her up as she gently shook your in her arms, only to be met with no response or other movement, your head slumped back. “H-Hey, b-baby, s-sweetie, i-it isn’t time for a nap. Y-You should wake up now.”

The realization of the fate of her lover was dawning on her, and it was hitting her psyche hard, as tears began to flow down her cheeks and everyone bore witness to Jennie breaking apart as her lover, her one and true, laid in her arms, killed all because of the last vengeful act of gang members who thought that they could over throw Jennie.

While they did not overthrow the queen, they did destroy her soul, and that was something which could never be repeated. It was an achievement which was an honour of death, something so incredibly powerful and yet so incredibly stupid because now the death of all gangs has been issued, all because the queen lost her love.

Everyone was going to pay for your death, she was going to be the grim reaper of all gangs, and she was going to bathe in her blood, the only proof of life and death which stained her hands now, along with the outfit which was stained with your livelihood.

Chaeyoung

Threatening the life of a loved one was a very effective tactic to use when trying to force information out of somebody, Chaeyoung would know as she often used it during her ‘interrogations’, however she had never experienced it herself and she now knows how truly terrifying it was, especially with how helpless that she forced individuals to feel as she was held against her will, unable to help you while your eyes shined in terror, locked with hers while her enemy threatened the edge of their knife against your neck.

“Their life literally is in your hands Chaeyoung, all you have to do is tell me the location of the shipment, and then I will let them go.”

There was always a constant war over the territory of the city, as well as over the shipments of weaponry and other resources which could be distributed over the world, and Chaeyoung’s gang was one of the Iron kings of the under city which distributed and controlled most shipment lines. She was able to assert her control over others because of her connection to shipment resources, however her enemy was trying to outmaneuver her from that power, and they were doing it by the threat of your life.

“They have quite the beautiful neck, I would love to see just what is under it.” They cackled, crouching down so that they were at your level, smirking at Chaeyoung as they grazed the tip of their knife along your neck, making you whimper in terror while they kept their eyes locked on Chaeyoung. She buckled against her restraints.

Tears were flowing from your eyes, your mouth tightly bound so that you couldn’t even plead for you life, only letting out terrified whimpers and cries which clawed repetitively at Chaeyoung’s own heart. You should not have been brought into this, you were an innocent, but then again you were connected to Chaeyoung, one of the worst woman to have a connection to, particularly in the dark world that she lives in. You whimpered each time the knife applied pressure to your skin, increasing your fear every so often, which in turn increased Chaeyoung’s fear. Your and her captor turned to you, a sick grin on their face.

“Unbound her mouth.” They ordered, giving the instruction to one of their lackeys, which stepped forward and ripped down the cloth which had gagged Chaeyoung’s mouth, making her unable to talk during the cruel torture.

“I’ll tell you! Just don’t touch them.” Never did Chaeyoung ever believe she will submit to an enemy, much less her own, nor would she ever beg for mercy, and yet she was willing to do that for you, to guarantee your safety. She heard them hum.

“Tell me where the shipment is.”

She didn’t want to, it was the biggest that they have ever had to date, and it would increase their stocks tenfold, and would greatly benefit her gang, however she will exchange anything for your life, even her own, so she did find any hesitation to tell them the location, just to keep your safe. Once she told them, a very sick grin crawled along their face, an impressed hum leaving them once again as they twirled the knife in their hand.

“Very good Chaeyoung, I thank you for your honesty.” They said, smiling at her before they fixed their grip on their knife and kept their gaze on Chaeyoung as they stepped into your personal space. “But our line of business always needs to cut off loose ends.”

The movement was fast, almost blur, and Chaeyoung only realised what had happened when she heard a gurgled scream from your bound mouth as you fell to your side, your neck bubbling with blood while your eyes remained locked with Chaeyoung’s. Ice cold shock poured over Chaeyoung, her body buckling against her restraints, but she was once again kept back despite her viscous movements in trying to escape.

“Y/N!” She screamed, her eyes stinging at the sight of you bleeding out in front of her, the life draining out of your eyes until it was finally nonexistent, the only thing left of you being your body. The bloody knife involved in your death was brandished right in front of her.

“Please forgive me Chaeyoung, but I simply was returning the favor of one of my men, they desired for me to do the same, and as the leader I am, just how could I refused a scorned member of mine?”

Her sins have come back to haunt her, her involvement in the deaths of many innocents in the lives of gang members has piled up and have struck her in one blow, through your death. Whether she came out of this alive or not, she was dead anyway. Your death will be held over her head for the rest of her life, and no matter what others say, she will never forgive herself for her involvement in your death, even though she was not the one who had slit your throat.

Lisa

There was a numbness in Lisa, a void which will never be fulfilled, sucking away all of the emotions of Lisa until there was nothing left. While she has been of recklessness and fire, there was now nothing left but ash and death. Lisa hasn’t smiled every since that day where you were removed from the Earth, through something so trivial that happened every day in big cities.

In a car crash.

An accident every described it, nothing but an accident, but Lisa knew better than to think it was only that. In her line of work, there was never an ‘accident’, there was intent and purpose in everything, even in deaths of people that are involved with gang members. While people always did say that Lisa will be the death of you someday, she never thought it would be taken so literally.

It was true. She was the reason why you were dead. If you were not involved with her, you would would still be alive, living a normal life like a normal person, and not getting pulled into dangerous scenarios all because of your connection to Lisa. But you had made her so happy, so alive, and somehow she had done to the same to you, which is ironic given she is the reason why life was taken out of you.

The news of your death was brought to Lisa when she was busy prepping her subordinates for a mission, a light one since they were all the newer recruits, Lisa could not quite remember what she had did once it dawned on her, but she was told later on that the room had to be evacuated because she was posing a threat on everyone's live because of her reaction. But she does not remember what she did, her mind just draws to a blank when it comes to that day.

Although the thing which was very clear in her memory was when she was brought to the hospital to identity and claim your body.

She never thought she would ever see you like that. So broken, so...dead. It did not suit you. Death did not suit you. Living suited you, you were beautiful when you were living. You were her firecracker, her firefly, her everything, but your light has been snuffed out and there was nothing that she could do that could bring your back. You were gone forever while Lisa had to continue living the way she was now, without you.

Lisa did not care any longer about anything, she simply did not have the capacity to care anymore. The gang leader which everyone all knew and admired was gone, left was the empty skeleton of a woman who was in love but had her love taken away because of her. She now just sits around and drive her car, the very car which would take you places and show you everything that the city and the country had to offer.

The memories that she had with you constantly replays in her mind, trying to nitpick all the details and memorize them forever. She couldn’t make new ones with you, so she had to settle with the old ones, and that just made her whole life even more depressive.

“La da dee, La da dee doo, La da dee me, La da dee you, La da dee, La da dee doo, there's only me, there's only you.” Lisa sang softly to herself, the song itself playing on the CD in her car. It was always one of your favorite to play whenever the two of you drove together, and now she always had it on replay. “La da dee, La da dee doo, La da dee me, La da dee you, La da dee, La da dee doo, When you are gone I think of you.”

She stopped at the red traffic light, flexing her fingers in the steering wheel while she blankly stared at her reflection in the rear view mirror, showing off her empty eyes which were no longer filled with life. It was almost ironic, she was alive and yet felt so dead inside, while you were dead and yet the most alive person she knew.

“...”

She couldn’t say anything else, because what could she say? Nothing could bring you back, and even if she drives herself to insanity with all her memories of you and her grief, she did not care. The Lisa she was before your death was never going to come back, and it was only a matter of time before she was going to snap with all this boiling pressure within herself.

But she did not care what happened to her any longer, any care that she had within her had died that same day you did, and just like you, it was never going to be revived.

“La da dee, La da dee doo, La da dee me, La da dee you, La da dee, La da dee doo, there's only me, there's only you.” She continued to sing, pressing her foot on the gas pedal as the light turned green.

#blackpink #blackpink reactions #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #mafia au #mafia blackpink #mafia blackpink reactions #mafia blackpink imagines #mafia blackpink scenarios #jisoo #jennie #rose #lisa #mafia jisoo #mafia jennie #mafia rose #mafia lisa

[lilacura]

Grave Mistake

Pairing: Jennie Kim x Reader

Genre: Mafia

Word count: 831

Tw: Guns, Gunshots, Mafia, Hospital, Wounds.

Summary: Jennie, a feared mafia leader, and her girlfriend Y/N faced a life-threatening incident when a recruit accidentally shot Y/N during a meeting. Jennie's unwavering love and their eventual recovery strengthened their bond. Jennie then asserted her authority, making it clear that recklessness wouldn't be tolerated in their criminal organization.

Jennie, an infamous and ruthless leader of the mafia, commanded a criminal empire that struck fear into the hearts of even the boldest of adversaries. Her girlfriend in this treacherous world was Y/N, a presence equally feared, concealed from the prying eyes of their criminal network.

One fateful evening, they convened with new recruits in a dimly lit, foreboding chamber. Unbeknownst to the newcomers, Y/N was the most precious person in Jennie's life, a fact that only intensified the fear associated with their names. As Y/N entered the room alongside Jennie, her identity as Jennie's girlfriend was unknown to the recruits, who regarded her with a mixture of respect and trepidation. As Jennie addressed the recruits, the room's tension was palpable, an oppressive force that settled over all.

During a heated discussion, a gunshot shattered the silence, and Y/N crumpled to the floor, clutching her leg in pain. The new recruit had fired the shot, unknowingly targeting the one person they should have feared the most: Jennie's beloved. Chaos erupted as Jennie's loyal subordinates pounced on the shooter, fueled by their devotion to the leader and their collective rage at daring to harm Jennie's cherished partner.

Jennie, whose name sent shivers down spines in the criminal world, revealed an unprecedented vulnerability as she rushed to Y/N's side, cradling her in her arms. With an authoritative urgency, she ordered her subordinates to transport them to a waiting car, their hearts heavy with concern for their boss's girlfriend.

In her arms, Y/N clung to Jennie, her pain eclipsed by the intensity of their love. Jennie's car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, and she carried Y/N inside. Doctors and nurses rushed to their aid as Jennie anxiously explained the situation. Y/N was rapidly taken into surgery, and Jennie waited outside, pacing the corridor, her façade of unyielding power temporarily shattered.

Hours passed, and Jennie's loyal subordinates stood guard with her. When the doctor finally emerged from the operating room, Jennie, known for her heartless reputation, rushed to him. The relief in his eyes was palpable as he informed her that Y/N would recover.

Tears welled up in Jennie's eyes, and she hugged the doctor in gratitude. As she entered the recovery room, Y/N was awake and smiled weakly at her. The depth of their love had been tested, but it had only grown stronger, a testament to the fierce devotion they shared.

Jennie stayed by Y/N's side during her recovery, a force of nature tending to her every need. Their bond had always been founded on trust and unwavering loyalty, but this incident had showcased the depth of their connection.

As the days turned into weeks, Jennie's subordinates watched in awe as she doted on Y/N, tending to her with a meticulous care that mirrored the precision of their criminal operations. They had always seen their boss as a formidable and unflinching leader, but now they witnessed a caring and fiercely protective partner who held unparalleled power.

Once Y/N was strong enough to leave the hospital, Jennie ensured their home was a fortress, impenetrable to their enemies. The incident had only fueled their determination to protect each other and their love, and they began to plan for a future where their criminal activities could be left behind, their power consolidated in new and legitimate endeavors.

As the chaos settled and Y/N was on the path to recovery, Jennie returned to her role as the unwavering leader of the criminal empire. She knew it was essential to address the incident with the new recruits and assert her authority.

Gathering the recruits in a dimly lit room once more, Jennie's presence alone sent chills down their spines. She paced with a commanding presence, her every word carrying a weight that couldn't be ignored.

"You may not be aware of who I am," she began, her voice cold and unwavering, "but you've all been brought into an organization that demands loyalty, discipline, and unwavering respect."

Jennie's subordinates, those who had known her for years, stood behind her, a silent but formidable reminder of the consequences of crossing her.

"The incident that occurred in our previous meeting was a grave mistake," Jennie continued. "You put the life of someone I hold dear at risk, and that is not something I take lightly."

She locked eyes with the recruit responsible for the gunshot, her gaze piercing through any facade of bravery. "Your actions demonstrated recklessness and a lack of understanding of the consequences. So let me teach you what happens when you act as carelessly as you did last time."

The message had been delivered: Jennie's power and authority were absolute.

The recruits, now aware of the true depth of their leader's strength, listened with sweating hands and beating hearts. They knew that after what happened, their last breath would be taken today.

With one flick of her hand and a nod of her head, gunshots erupted while she left the room, looking for y/n. 

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #jennie kim #jisoo #jennie #kim jennie #jennie x reader #jennie blackpink #mafia au #blackpink mafia #blackpink mafia x reader #jennie mafia

[jentledaisies]

I’m just wondering but who do you think will take it the worst when the reader plans to leave the Yandere!Pinks. Like they’ll actually go through the lengths of killing the reader just so no one else will ever be with you

well firstly i’d like to clarify that my yanderes would never kill their darlings. even if their darlings ran away/left them. i know there are some yandere types that act that way but for me and my yanderes they are more so “if you chose not stay with me i will make it impossible for you.”

i think i touched on this a little with one of my rosé reactions where she even offered to set her darling free. basically how it would play out is that she would manipulate everything and everyone around her darling so they they were left with no choice but to run back to her.

now the ranking on who would go the farthest? well here you go:

Jennie

she’d turn the world upside down for her darling. she’s got all the resources at her fingertips, and she’s not beyond making her darling miserable if it means she can play the savior. she doesn’t have to kill anyone but she will if she feels like it. her darlings family, friends, suitors etc. it’d all be free game. Jennie is feared for a reason, and she could make the world burn if it meant her darling ran back to her arms.

Rosé

she’s very good at the innocent act. she’d play as though letting her darling leave, like it was her darlings choice. but deaths would be quick until her darling was all alone, and jobs would simply never take her on. she’d make it so her darling would only believe her and only turn to her. again, her darlings friends and suitors would not last, but her family would live, but in a very difficult situation.

Jisoo

she’d be very similar to Jennie, however she’s third because she wouldn’t kill as much. suitors, of course. friends, maybe. depends if she sees them as a “threat” or if she thinks their annoying. family, she’d leave. she wouldn’t make her darling miserable, she’d make everyone around her miserable, to the point where only her darling would be comfortable and everyone would turn on them. Jisoo enjoys mind tricks and she’d trick her darling right back into her arms.

Lisa

she’d be the most subtly manipulative out of the group. she wouldn’t directly kill the suitors but best believe there would be many “accidents”. and family and friends would remain untouched….physically. again she would create a situation where the people around her darling would become so miserable while her darling would become more and more comfortable. she’d plant seeds of resentment within their circle until her darling would feel like the only place they belonged was with her.

#yandere game #blackpink yandere #yandere blackpink #yan!mafia!blackpink

[b000mbayah]

Mafia!Blackpink Reaction to meeting you for the first time

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Requested: No

Word count: 4,043

Warnings: mentions of death + kidnapping, alcohol consumption.

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Jisoo

When Jisoo was first recruited to a mafia within her local area, she had little to no experience with anything violent and dangerous. But frustrating days quickly transcended into boring months as she quickly adorned the skills of a respectable member.

She still holds her notebook dearly from her first few days- a rule book she had written for herself and now keeps sacred from the image of her clan.

Neatly written diary entries and highlighted rules she frequently updated filled the browning paper. This book was her safe haven, and if required, she certainly could recite the rules like it was her favourite song. She found comfort in the book that allows a rejoice of what she has done for herself and her loyal followers now that she's grown to become far more than she could’ve ever dreamed of. She used this book- her expectations, her guidelines, her orders to climb the ranks, following even the harshest of suggestions through thick and thin times.

But with a new position in the hierarchy of the Mafia comes even more rules to follow. Especially when you're as infamous as she has built herself up to become.

Every day, she flicks through the odd ruffled pages, just reading over her memories of her past position, her past self. But despite all that's happened since then, she always goes back to the first rule she's ever noted down.

"Those who follow their emotions over logic shall fall weak"

It all just seems ironic now, considering the suffocating beating of her heart. It rings in her ears like a thousand guns as her eyes follow you around the restaurant.

You were working hard with rushed yet smooth movements. You dashed around like you could do this job with your eyes shut, and it was rather impressive to watch such dedication and seriousness that frequently occupied your pretty little face.

Jisoo caught herself staring more times than not. Her open laptop with emails and tabs of unknown contents fell forgotten with her solemn situation.

It felt like all eternity until you arrived at her table, requesting her order. Jisoo had completely forgotten to even look at the menu, causing herself to auditably curse under her breath.

"Surprise me," Jisoos words had seemed to surprise herself as she blinked at her words. Jisoos always hated surprises, hence her rule book. She's always has a prepared plan of action, whether that be a meeting, a drug deal, or even something as simple as the lunch she was supposed to have picked out. She just broke her chain of self obedience, and she feared what else she'd do now that you're talking to her.

"Okay, and any drinks before I leave?"

Jisoo, once again, just responded with the same "surprise me" like she had the last time you asked her. You hummed, noted down a quick scribble before navigating your way to the kitchen.

It had taken all of ten minutes for you to re-emerge with her specific plate of food, steam dancing deliciously in the faltering air- your other hand occupied with a fancy glassed drink.

You placed the food and drink down in front of her, observing her expression as she blinked, hiding a small smile.

"I decided on the sweet chilli chicken stir fry and a glass of white wine. Is this okay, ma'am?"

Jisoo nodded, mouth opening as she replied, "Yes, this is indeed alright. Thank you, Miss?"

"Miss Y/n," you grinned, causing the latter's heart to jump unexpectedly. Additionally, Jisoo had unknowingly let out a suffocating breath she was holding back.

Miss.

So you aren't married, that's another bonus point to you, although the food had basically won for you as she couldn't wait to dive into the welcoming bed of rise, an ocean of flavours waiting patiently on top too.

The wine? She doesn't normally drink wine due to the drowsiness she picks up soon after consuming the alcohol, but it is a good match nonetheless.

"Thank you, Miss Y/n"

"No problem, Ma'am. If you need me, just call me over, and I'll be happy to help"

Jisoo watched with yearning eyes, swallowing thickly as she knows you'll be on her mind all day. Maybe she'll flag you down later for dessert, anything to squeeze in an extra conversation.

She'll be sure to visit tomorrow anyway.

Jennie

Jennie had gotten into the mafia through sheer skill. She had previously graduated from a Police Academy with some of the most impressive results, allowing her the many skills a Mafia member should possess.

But despite the abilities the course had provided her with, she still looks down upon younger Jennies' dreams and aspirations. Jennie used to actually want to be a police officer. She only ever dreamed of stopping all thug crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. She wanted to bask in the fame and reap the luxury rewards that came with the title of "hero."

However, the dream was impossible to begin with. To accomplish so much in a single lifetime isn't achievable. They say never say never- but there really was a never for her old, silly ways.

And now, Jennie knows she can power and authority through leading a Mafia. This way, she could be the cause of all things crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. And she knows she can bask in the infamous titles and reap all the luxury rewards that came with the titles "Physco Woman" and "Ungodly villain"

But even the most ruling of all need quick refill breaks, and so Jennie found herself on a quick Pitstone at a convenience store at half two in the morning. She had been working on the next robbery when her stomach growled in protest, so she left with a wad of cash, prepared to satisfy the monstrous pit that residents her insides.

Though, Jennie couldn't seem to catch a break as she walked upto the till, arms stuffed with unhealthy snacks and a few water bottles for she had seen something far more enticing, something that made her far more hungry.

You.

You seemed so nonchalant at the time of day, so nonchalant of the infamous woman infant of you, so nonchalant of your entire existence. You are calm and collected- something Jennie wishes to be.

"Hello," Jennie had spoken formally, carefully dumping all her desired purchases on the conveyor belt as it slowly pushed her snacks along.

However, as you looked up from your phone and your eyes locked with Jennies, she could've sworn her heart had skipped a beat or two at just the connection she felt within the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"Hey," you simply responded, slipping your phone into your pocket as you stepped forward to transact her purchases after scanning the bar codes of each thing.

"I'm going to need ID for this," you spoke, looking up at the face of Jennie as a black mask covered her lips, chin, and the tip of her nose.

"Ah, sure thing," Jennie opened her bag, scavenging through it until she pulls out her ID. Her fingers pull the rough fabric of her mask down and your eyes seem to glimmer for a moment- it's almost like you know who she is and almost don't hate her like 99% of her population does.

"Thank you, Miss Kim," you smiled, letting a small huff bypass through your nose.

"Just call me Jennie." You nod, beeping every last product until they lay limp on the other side of you. You let her pay using her card, tapping your foot in a steady rhythm as you yawn.

"Tired?" Jennie smiles, glancing up at you as she takes her card back, grabbing a bag she brought with her as she begins to stuff it.

"Apparently so." You laughed lightly, but it was still enough to have Jennie blush lightly.

"When does your shift end?"

"Uhh-" you trail off to look at the time, your lips straightening into a straight line at the sight "another hour, give or take"

"Why don't you close early? It's not like you're going to get many more customers than me, and I've probably brought more than they would've done anyway." It was true. She paid a little over a hundred, almost quadruple the amount you'd get at this hour of the day.

"Tempting, but I'd still be putting my job on the line"

Jennie raised an eyebrow to this. "Well, I'll pay you to close up early. You look like you need sleep, badly. No offence"

"None taken, but why do you care so much?"

That's the exact question she's asking herself right now. It's beginning to mentally drain her, too. She's not even sure she'll have an appetite by the time she gets back to her office, let alone be awake enough.

"I don't know yet, but when I do, you'll be the first to know"

"A second date?'

"A second date"

Rosé

Having been born and raised an orphan wasn't the easiest way of living. Rosé was always on edge, having the place ransacked every other week by the growing Mafia in her area.

All the food, drink and sources of any entertainment and value were to have been stolen away from their tight community. So, it was almost a surprise when they decided to take a child, more specifically Rosé.

The eight year old child was missing up until recently, where she claimed her own throne as the disheartened Mafia leader. It didn't take a genius to figure out how she took control, the news had spread like wildfire amongst the mostly derelict town- how she shot her commander in between the eyes to make her point of power evident.

But even now, with all the power she holds and all the torture the Mafia has put her through- she still feels trauma from her past.

She neglects the idea of following in her kidnappers footsteps, holding innocent, weak people at gunpoint to take a defenceless child. But it's never stopped her from visiting her home every now and then.

So, when Rosé returned home to see all her old friends again for the nth time this month- she was shocked to find someone like yourself in the area.

You're not an orphan, nor are you a worker of any sort. You're a new face to the building, a face everyone seemed to know and love within the short amount of time you've been within their welcoming company.

There was something in the way you sat on the pitiful floorboards- branded in blood, paints, and sauces- as you laughed with the children. You had splattered your personality to them, extending great amounts of energy Rosè found herself to no longer have as they'd one by one hit you with their best motives.

Rosè would watch as you moved around the kitchen, helping to stir and garnish the preparing foods as it bubbled deliciously in the rusted pots.

And when Rosé talked to her parents about the mystery visitor, she found out you were a frequent visitor that always brings gifts whenever you can manage. Whether that be a new set of train tracks for the children, or a decent supply of fresh fruits, vegetables and meats from the store, or even the newest newspapers for the elder bunch to read- Rosé all found it admirable.

So much so, in fact, that she has never been so drawn to someone by their ability to be so involved in others' lives for the better. It's always been the opposite- but seeing you is like taking a deep breath of fresh air, and the feeling was absolutely adorned.

Her dark eyes follow you around the dull halls and rooms, observing you as you spread positivity through your mannerism. The day had passed quickly when Rosè finally looked at her phone, seeing the time as almost nine at night when she began to pick up her belongings, bidding farewell to the people around.

However, she couldn't seem to leave- not without peeking one final glance at the girl who quipped her interest to begin with.

Footsteps fell upon what Rosé assumed to be deaf ears as she waltzed towards the kids section of the building. And what she saw made her coo.

You were sitting at the furthest wall of the room, all the children surrounding you in their respective beds as you read them a bedtime story. Your voice was loud enough for every child to hear, but quiet enough not to wake any of the already slumbering ones.

Your voice was soft, so soft that Rosé almost felt herself growing vulnerable within your vicinity. And then the story ended.

She's not quite sure when she stopped listening, somewhere between the first and second line, perhaps, when she all but zoned in on her thoughts and her sight of you.

But when you spoke out, clearly not reading a book anymore, Rosé had almost internally panicked. "I don't believe we've become acquainted yet"

Rosè dragged herself out of her lingering thoughts, bringing up the words to reply as she opened her mouth and spoke in almost a whisper, "I don't think so either"

She watched in silence as you tried your hardest not to make a sound when you raised to your feet, placing the book on a crooked bedside table before walking to the door she was standing at.

Her heart began to beat faster as you approached, your hair gently dragging in the air with every bounce of your step and how your legs stretched one after the other in a flawless sneak. You looked beautiful.

Once you exited the room, you gently closed the door and turned to Rosé with a soft smile. "I'm Y/n, and you are?"

"Rosé, but you can call me Park Chaeyoung"

Lisa

When Lisa was first new to town, she sought out a break from unpacking her belongings into her new house. And it had led her to a local bar that wasn't so local.

Upon entry, she was glared at, spat at by the surrounding men and women in half sophisticated- half casual attire. It hadn't taken long, however, for someone to come out from the back and drag her into a more private discussion.

Not much more information is needed to know the outcome and how Lisa had involuntarily walked into a Mafia bar. But ever since, Lisa has been playing a rigged game of snakes and ladders as she was deemed the bias from the higher ranking bosses.

It hadn't even taken two years for Lisa to have reached the top, by force or charismatic authority no one knows. But no one dared to ask the big boss in case they'd have their brain blown out on the spot.

Lisa had grown a cold facade within her time under the Mafias wing, finding it easier to advance through emotionless conversations than joking around.

Not too long after she was elected to take control, she found herself within that same bar again- the bar she now owns and forgets about most of the time.

She walked in with her shoes scuffing the floor, ears twitching at the sound of knives and forks scraping against ceramic plates, chairs scratching the floor, and the distinct chatter of the people all around. The place was poorly lit with its 25 watt light bulbs hung loosely on the ceiling.

Defeatedly, Lisa had brought herself to a torn barstool, where the lime cushion on top was ripped with fluff prodding out of its cover. It wasn't comfortable, but neither was it uncomfortable.

Much like her first visit here, she found herself just as tired and unaware of her surroundings that she hadn't even noticed the stranger she sat beside.

The bartender gave her an odd look, one eyebrow raised above the other as his eyes burned holes straight through her. He knew of your presence, unlike Lisa, and subtly indicated to you with his eyes… but Lisa failed to pick up on it due to her drowsy state of mind.

However, when your voice reached her gone sensitive ears, Lisa looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows and a flattened glint in her eyes. Despite her stale expression, though, Lisa couldn't help the sudden and unexpected heat that rushed to her strictly pale cheeks.

She took note of this reaction on her behalf.

"Who are you?" Lisa grumbled, body half flung on the countertop, sticky circles line the surface from the residue of beer and whisky glasses.

You hummed, turning to face the other woman with an apparent sheepish smile, looking bashful while clearly in discomfort. "I'm lost," you unknowingly replied, sighing once you realised what you had just said to the attractive woman you're now talking to.

"That's an… unusual name." Lisa's eyebrows furrowed deeper as your eyes widened and your hands flung up almost defensively.

"That- That's not my name. I didn't mean it like that." You breathe out a heavy gust of carbon dioxide, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose lightly. "I'm Y/n, and I believe I'm lost. I think I walked into a cultist bar or something? I'm really not sure where I am right now"

"Oh…" Lisa breathed out, straightening her back with a grin "Well, I can tell you my bar certainly isn't a cultist bar" she shook her head as you gulped at the mention of it being her bar "it's more like a hub for my subordinates and associates"

"Subordinates? Associates?"

"Lower ranking Mafia members"

"Mafia?"

"Jeez," Lisa paused, flagging down the bartender who pretended not to earwig on your conversation. "Do you ever stop asking questions?"

"Sorry…" you almost whimpered, watching as she ordered herself two drinks.

There was a shameful silence between you two before both shot glasses were placed in front of her, each sparking under the ever dim lighting. "Here," Lisa spoke, moving a glass in front of you.

"You sure?"

"Hush, just drink you inquisitive outsider," Lisa groaned, swallowing her drink in one harsh gulp, pulling a twisted face after as her eyelids squeezed shut.

You followed suit, not wanting to be on bad terms with the powerful woman you've just met.

"I'm Lisa"

#blackpink #mafia #maifa blackpink #jisoo #jennie #rosé #lisa #lalisa manoban #kim jisoo #kim jennie #park chaeyoung #rosanne park #mafia jisoo #mafia jennie #mafia rosé #mafia lisa #kpop #writing #gxg #blackpink x reader #mafia blackpink x reader

[d-dalladalla]

Can I request Mafia AU of Alpha Blackpink secretly dating an Omega S/O (Who is known as the baby sister to everyone) who is from an enemy Mafia gang

Love this!!!! <3

Jisoo

She would hate herself for catching feelings for you. Her family had been at war with your gang for as long as she can remember and she just had to fall in love with you. She first saw you whenever she had decided to take out one of your leader's subordinates, they had taken out one of hers so revenge was going to happen.

She saw you in the building, dressed in sweatpants and hoodie as your members listened intently to the boss's words, you didn't fit in, you looked so sweet and innocent and being surrounded by hardened killers was shocking to her.

She bumped into you outside the whole 'mafia' setting, in some bar while trying to forget about her work week. You were there, celebrating some birthday and she couldn't stop looking at you. You eventually caught her staring and came over, she bought you a drink and ended up asking you to go out for dinner.

You knew who she was, you didn't care, the whole turf war was stupid to you but you knew the danger of revealing your relationship. She made it much more challenging as she decided to scent you every time you were about to leave her place, earning you some questionable stares from your coworkers.

Jennie

She didn't care that you were in the rival's gang, she just wanted you. She had found out about you while in a shootout with your leader, hearing him yell your name and tell you to get away from the scene.

She saw your head peek up from the car window, looking terrified and then recognising your scent, she didn't think gangs were accepting omegas and she was so distracted that your leader managed to hit her in the shoulder.

She was intrigued by you, why were you there? was your family involved? was it your decision? were you mated? it was driving her insane so she ended up ordering her goons to find out. They got the wrong idea and bust her office doors open with you being dragged in.

She almost lost her shit at them, firing her gun just an inch away from their heads as they scrambled out of the office, leaving you hunched over on the floor. She apologised and apologised and kept apologising. She just wanted to ask you out not give you a heart attack.

So you accepted her offer for dinner as an apology for the whole 'kidnapping' thing. You had been going out for nearly a year and it was killing her keeping you a secret from your gang, she wanted to mark you so badly but your members would sense it immediately and she wasn't ready for a war.

Chaeyoung

She was enamoured with you the moment she saw you, the diner was one of the spots that both her and your gang would frequent, often leading to fights but today it was just her lot. You had come in on your own which was a miracle because you usually had at least ten people around you constantly.

You had finally got some alone time and waited by the counter on your food when she spotted you and you spotted her, you tried your best to remain calm, expecting some comments or a fight to break out but it never came. Her members didn't even notice your presence, but she did.

She told them to make themselves busy as she walked over to you, remaining silent for a moment before sensing that you were an omega. Trying to not intimidate you as she complimented your outfit, asked if you were seeing anyone and upon hearing the 'no' from your hesitant lips she immediately asked for your number.

Taking you out to the most expensive restaurant, out of town, of course, the two of you would be recognised and she wasn't ready for a bigger war between the gangs.

She loved to mark you up, you allowed her as a compromise for not allowing her to leave a lasting mating bite, not just yet. She would probably be killed if your gang ever found out she was the one who did it. They would take it as a forced thing, not believing she actually had feelings for you.

She didn't care if her gang knew, constantly having you in their warehouse, sat on her lap during meetings, getting her driver to pick her up and take her home with you accompanying her.

Lisa

Lisa had always known about your place in the gang, she saw how they treated you. You never had to do the dirty work, hard labour, anything that would hurt you was off the table. She didn't know if it was because you were family, or maybe just because you appeared to be the youngest or maybe it was because you were an omega.

But whatever it was she was attracted to it, how you looked so innocent, so cute, just so interesting, she always wanted an omega to spoil. And that was you. She made herself known, her car following yours as you pulled in to check why your car had started to slow on the road. Offering you a ride and calling a tow truck for you in the morning.

And that led to her giving you her number, meeting up for dinner dates, spending most of your time in her office and telling your gang that you had started college. She spoiled you rotten, buying you expensive coats, new cars, purses, makeup, anything you want she would buy it for you. Loved to buy you pretty things, dress you up and have you sit on her lap the entire day, no matter who came into the office.

Any members who made comments would be dealt with quickly, she loved you so much and she wouldn't let your ties with her rivals stop that, as long as you loved her that was enough. You made sure that your gang steered away from attacking hers, stating the dangers of it and not having enough resources nor men to recover from attacks.

#Alpha!Blackpink #Mafia!Blackpink #Blackpink x female reader

[uhhnothanku]

Y/N Slander. Pt 2.

Alpha Mafia Jungkook x Y/N 😈☠

Chapter 1~

You wake up just like any other day, another day of not wanting to deal with anyone's shit 😒 Another day of being single, wishing you weren't cursed to be an Omega. (I have no idea how the omegaverse works💀) You go to the mirror, your blue orbs looking back at you as you put your hair in a messy bun. You never cared to put products in it, you weren't like other girls. You didn't even wear makeup. Today was the day of the ceremony. You were to be paired with a mate today... You put on an oversized hoody one of the boys gave you and walk out your house.

~(time skip)~

You arrive to the ceremony, and immediately roll your baby blue eyes... Your gaze lands on Lisa who is giggling with Jisoo. "Look at Y/N!", Lisa giggles. "She's such a pick me omg, she could never be as preppy as us.." Jisoo gossips. "She's such a toy.." Lisa says and smirks. Your eyes glow red making them stop laughing and start pissing on the wall in fear. "IM NOT YOUR TOY!" Y/N exclaims, your fangs growing and horns coming out. You'd show them... Then suddenly you hear.. "Not...your t-o-o-y-y...~" coming from behind you. You turn to see none other than Alpha Jungkook! Your eyes turn pink cuz you're in love. You tuck you messy hair behind your ear and suddenly feel so smol and petite. "J-j-j-j-j-j-j-jung..k--kookie~ I mean! Kook~" you stutter and blush in embarrassment. He gently tilts your chin up, his handsome face being met by your lightskin stare. Lisa and Jisoo go up to and giggle. You roll you eyes and flick them with your tail, sending them to France where they were doomed to becoming the rats from ratatouille. You look back at Jungkook who smirks. But then you remember ...you're just an omega... But he doesn't have to know yet... "I want you to be my wife...y/n..." Jungkook says and looks down at your 2'1 frame. The whole ceremony gasps and looks at you two. "I-i-i-i-i..." You stutter... "shhhhhhhhh... Just say yes..." Jungkook whispers and presses a light kiss on your lips. "I... I can't..." y/n whispers. "I don't think you understand...Y/N.... You don't have a choice..."

To be continued...

#bts #bts army #bts jungkook #mafia #mafia au #omegaverse #alpha man #alpha beta omega #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #black pink #blackpink jisoo #black pink lisa #romance #cursed #what am i doin with my life #satire

[missbangtangirl]

So I first want to start off with this I really honestly didn’t think I had to have said this but I guess I’m gonna have to we’re getting too damn old for me to speak on this now we know this day was gonna happen and do you honestly wholeheartedly you were going to actually date Kim Taehyung raise your hand stop being delusional, regardless if he dates Jennie from black pink, or another idol or someone that’s not famous, it was never going to be you stop with the delusions, especially with the ships with the other members of BTS no matter if your baby army or adult army grow up and if you feel like you need to leave the Fandom., then go ahead I think we need another cleanse the sides maybe I’ll be able to get a ticket for 2025 but the fact that y’all are acting disrespectful calling Taehyung a liar or being pissed at Jennie isn’t gonna do anything regardless, if they make it confirmed, official or unconfirmed her unofficial, you know Taehyung is a private type of guy, especially when it comes to his family and his love ones the fact that y’all are acting like this is disgusting. You love this man right you would want to see him happy regardless, if it’s with you or not and y’all are acting like children worse than children it was never going to be you understand that the diluted shippers can leave let him be happy. Let all the other members be happy regardless, if it’s confirmed or not, I said the same thing around this time last year regardless if Taehyung and Jennie are dating or not, or if he dates in the future, I will support him and I will always be happy for him and all the other members they deserve to have someone special in their lives. We need to start having boundaries as fans they don’t need to confirm that they’re dating. We should just be happy in general and if you cannot be happy and you wanna be disrespectful leave we definitely need a cleanse. Maybe the next time one of the members goes live to see a change in us

🤦🏾‍♀️

#bts fic #blackpink #kim jennie #kim taehyung #bts x black girl #bts mafia au #poly bts #bts icons #bts fanfiction #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoogni #park jimin #bp lisa #rose park #kim jisoo

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, kidnapping, torture

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CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k)

The room was dark as tension lingered in the air of the bedroom. The events of the previous night were swirling around his head, as Yukhei sat on the end of the bed. He was proud to say that they were making an indent on Neozone’s allies, as well as the group itself but the lingering thoughts of how long this could take started to roam his head.

But what was he worried about? He held so much of the world in the palm of his hand that he didn’t need to worry about the idea of defeating Neozone to take over the Korean systems. But still, those worries tend to fill his mind more often than he’d like to admit.

He ran his hands through his hair as he let out a silent sigh. He wanted to go for a walk, the way he used to in the streets of Sha Tin, China. Just to think and plan as he goes. Even though he has a proper full plan set out already in motion, he needs to prepare for the future once they conquer Korea.

The ruffling of the blanket pulled his attention to the member that shared a bed with him. Yifan’s tired eyes blankly stared at the wide-awake member before he stretched out and sat up. His hair was a mess as he draped an arm over Yukhei’s shoulder.

“What’s got you up?” He muttered, his deep voice husky and low like a rumble. He threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he placed a kiss on the younger's shoulder.

With all of the thoughts running through his head, some time with Yifan was what he needed. As his eyes closed, his head fell gently against the olders. He didn’t want to admit that he was more stressed than usual, but he couldn’t tell a lie to him.

“I have to be honest and admit that I’m a little bit stressed about the overall situation with Neozone.” Yifan looked at the younger one with the smallest frown. He tangled his fingers in Yukhei’s hair as a way to try to relax the younger.

“Why are you stressed? You’ve had this plan for months, and it’s going perfectly.” He hummed, trying to read the brunette’s expression.

“It’s honestly just a worry that they could possibly be stronger than us. But then again, there isn’t anyone who has overpowered us, so why am I worrying?”

The tone in his voice sounded more of a plea than he wanted it to sound. The expression of Yifan’s face softened in a slight worry before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He rested a hand against Yukhei’s cheek and ran his thumb against the younger's bottom lip.

“I understand your worry, I do. But I think rest should help ease your mind.”

Pulling the younger back down into bed, he linked his fingers together with Yukhei’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before turning the younger's face to look at him. It was read all over Yukhei’s face that something more was troubling him, but Yifan knew not to press him about it.

He softly pressed a kiss to his lips before he got comfortable once again next to the younger. Yukhei buried his face into Yifan’s hair, taking in his scent and pulled him close. Maybe the comfort of Yifan really was all he needed.

~~

Panic arose in Ten’s chest as he pressed his back against the wall of the moving van. His mind was racing as he looked at Eunwoo. It must have been read on his face, when Eunwoo held up his hands.

“Relax. You’re fine.” The soft voice commented. Ten’s entire being was frozen in one position. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to talk. He only ever saw this in TV shows, but now he was in the midst of a kidnapping. He was getting kidnapped.

“You got him?” A higher pitched male voice shouted from the front of the van.

“We got him!”

The girl took off her mask and ran her hand through her hair. Ten’s eyes couldn’t help but scan every single being in the van, so he could be able to go to the police about being kidnapped if and whenever he was able to escape.

The girl had beautiful brown eyes with dark eyeliner as she eyed him. She held what looked like a knife in her hand, clean and closed.

“Panic too much, and bad things could happen to you.”

Ten swallowed dryly as he closed his eyes. He told himself that if he kept his eyes closed for a little, and opened them, he wouldn’t be in the middle of a moving van with three of his kidnappers. That simply didn’t work.

Eunwoo threw off his tie and put the briefcase in a bag before shoving it to the side. He looked at Ten in the eyes, feeling his stress and fear. He gave a soft hum before he shuffled forward. Ten, in self defence, pulled his body closer to himself as he tried to swing a fist at Eunwoo.

With ease, Eunwoo grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes.

“Ten, seriously. Relax. I know you're scared, and I know you’re stressed out over everything, but it will all be explained once we get there. Trust me.” His calming voice actually made an impact on the smaller members’ mindset.

Ten never realized, but his hands were shaking. His mind continued to race with options he could do as soon as the door would open again. But reviewing the state of each member in the van, many of his options were narrowed down to only a selective few.

As the group sat in silence on the ride to wherever the hell they were going, Ten made a mental note in his mind to make a Will as soon as he got out of the situation. Make a will, tell his mother he loves her, and visit his sisters.

But as the van was put to a harsh stop, he quickly realized that there was a chance he might never get to do any of that again.

“We’re here.”

The door slid open as the girl jumped out of the van. Everything was moving so fast that Ten didn’t even get to attempt an escape. He looked at Eunwoo with pure fear circulating through his blood system. Eunwoo’s soft eyes only put Ten a little more at ease.

As they walked further into what seemed like a parking garage, Ten hit an understanding. None of the members that surrounded him seemed like they wanted to harm him. None of them, except the woman, had weapons. Not even Eunwoo, who at this point, he trusted the most. Overall, the man did help him get out of further interrogation.

The tallest out of the bunch pulled off his mask and pushed open one of the doors. He gestured for the group to go in, when Eunwoo insisted that Ten go in first.

Inside the room was pure amazement. The infrastructure was absolutely stunning. Statues stood tall in all 4 corners of the room as it was lavished with purple, red and gold fabrics. In the center of the room was a throne type chair. Spikes coming from every side.

Once she made eye contact with Ten, she smiled. By first glance she seemed like a true sweetheart. Her eyes told you love stories, but the spiked rings on her fingers told you stories of misery. Her entire body decked out in spikes and leather.

Lisa Manobal. Though she looked as if she was harmless, you give her the wrong look, and you’ll be dead to her in seconds. Of course, Ten didn’t know this of such a beautiful woman.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” She said, her voice soft and humble like. Eunwoo bowed his head to her as Ten mimicked the taller.

“He’s here with no injuries whatsoever. Like you ordered, ma’am.” She gave him a gentle smile before she made eye contact with Ten. Not only did her eyes send butterflies through his throat, but her posture also made him feel weak beneath her. Just by looking at the room around her, and how she was treated by the others, it was as if she was royalty.

Ten gave a nervous smile, unsure of who she really was and what he was doing in such a decked-out room.

“I doubt they explained anything to you,” She walked over to him before shooting a glare towards Eunwoo. He shuffled off with the other two in the room. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Manobal. I believe your friend's name is Taemin?”

The familiarity of the name shot mixed signals throughout his core. From being worried to being relieved, he was just glad to hear his name from someone who seemed to be in the same department as Taemin.

“You know him?”

“He asked me to bring you here-“

“where is he?” Ten stated, before letting her finish. The raised eyebrow as she looked at him, showed him that she wasn’t used to being interrupted.

“He’s in the back room waiting for you, go ahead. I bet you’ve had a stressful day.” Ten ever so slightly rolled his eyes to her words. Was he having a stressful day?

Lisa was genuinely entertained by Ten’s reactions to her simplistic words. She would have to agree that he in fact was someone she would want to have a full-on conversation with, once war wasn’t amidst them and their connections.

Swinging the door open, Taemin jumped to his feet. He made eye contact with the one he asked for help. Ten’s eyes were scared but his facial expression told otherwise. That was one of the things he connected with Taeyong. Both men were good at hiding their concerns behind their faces.

“Ten…”

The younger member rushed over to Taemin and hugged him as tight as he was allowed to. Knowing that Taemin was safe and being in Taemin’s embrace almost made him crack under the pressure. Taemin’s arms around him felt comforting as his entire day was one hectic incident after the other.

But as his mind registered what was going on, he pushed Taemin back, with tears seen in his eyes.

“You have to tell me what the hell is going on Taemin. No stalling. No lying. Tell me everything.”

He could see in Taemin’s expression that it wasn’t going to be something good. He could tell he was in for the ride of his life, learning about what Taemin was involved in. But damn it, he deserved to know after today.

~~

The stress of learning about Johnny’s whereabouts forced Taeyong to pace back and forth on the open floor plan of the warehouse. Seen in his eyes, he was very unhappy with the results of the fight of the previous night. Rage emitted from him as he muttered nonsense to himself, creating his own plan in his mind.

The Dreamies sat around a table, watching their leader pace back and forth. They could only imagine the level or anger he harbours inside. Jisung felt especially guilty to be in the same room as Taeyong. He believed that the leader was upset over the missing files, not just the whole shebang that occurred.

Mark sat on the edge of the table top, fiddling with Jaemin’s brass knuckles, while Jaemin himself sat next to him. They sat in their own comfortable silence, while the other Dreamies discussed among themselves about their own defences around the building.

“What do you think is on his mind?” Jaemin questioned, watching as Taeyong ran his hands through his already messy red hair.

“I’m not quite sure, but I can tell that it’s not something good.”

“It’s probably about last night to be honest… We’re all too shaken up about it to even talk about it with each other…” Mark looked to the younger member before he threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Relax Jae, things will be okay. We’ll be okay, isn’t that right boys?” Mark announced a tad bit louder for the rest of the boys to hear.

“Huh?”

The attention of the boys was now put on Mark and Jaemin.

“We’re all going to be okay.”

His eyes met with Sehun’s. The older member gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, but he knew that Sehun could keep things under control with the Dreamies if things went south.

“We’ll be fine.” Sehun announced, giving a smile to the younger boys.

Jisung gave a look to his hyung that made Sehun feel sorry for him. Though he was the youngest member of the Dreamies, he still had a lot of things to learn. Being put in charge of the files was an easy job when he joined the gang, but now after this, he began to wonder if Jisung regretted joining at all.

Standing, he joined beside Jisung and put an arm around him.

“Hyung, what if he’s even more upset about the files than I think he is…?”

“No, I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind at the moment. I think the entire issue with the fight and Johnny’s disappearance is what’s on his mind. I think you’ll be okay.” Sehun vowed. Hearing those words, Jisung was set to ease. Sehun had that effect on the Dreamies. He was able to calm them down easily, some thought he was good with teenagers while others said he was still in the mindset of a teenager.

But everything was disrupted when a door slam caught every single member's attention. All Dreamie members got to their feet and readied their fists for a brawl.

“Relax everyone, it’s Jaehyun.” Taeyong announced, holding up his hand in defence. Almost instantly, all boys sat back down with ease. The prior night really startled them to a point where any sound could set them off in fight mode.

“Reports?”

“Baekhyun is back with his crew. But I have to be honest, that place is an utter mess. Lotto City used to be a place for communications, but now it’s a place for fighting.” Jaehyun stated, exhaustion seen all over his face.

Taeyong patted his arm before clapping.

“I need everyone here right now. A meeting is called!” He announced, his voice booming through the warehouse.

As each member joined the center of the warehouse, around Taeyong, a low murmur was heard. Every member wanted to take part in revenge. Every member wanted to help take down the rivals, and every member worried about each other.

Taeyong’s eyes scanned around the room before a dark frown covered over his face.

“Where’s Taemin?”

“He’s with Lisa and the cartel. He’s okay.” Doyoung announced amongst the crowd. At least some of his worries were set to ease, but he had a plan to set out to his gang.

“Jaehyun came back from Lotto City with an update.” The room became silent as directions were put on the second-hand leader, Jaehyun.

“Alright. The city is a mess. From cars flipped over, to shops with windows smashed in and good stolen. Baekhyun returned to EXOrdium, and they're currently working on their defences as well as cleaning up their territory. From what I saw, even if we are fighting our own battle, it’s a good idea to try and give as much help as they need.” A quiet murmur started up all over again.

“Why?” Yuta stated, not even giving it a second thought to his question.

“Yuta, they’ve helped up through a lot, we owe them this. If it were Neozone that got destroyed, they would be here helping us with the clean up as well.” Taeyong boomed. The silence settled over the gang once more to Taeyong’s words. He was right. With that strong of an alliance with EXOrdium, the group would do anything to protect them, so it was only fair that Neozone does the same back to them.

The group was completely silent. Taeyong saw the emotional distraught among all of his members and understood that the events of yesterday still lingered in their minds, fresh.

“Listen… I know that we’ve been through a hectic day yesterday. But with the rest from today we have to get back on our feet. We can’t let a simple robbery drown us. We have deeper issues to be facing, so lighten up and get your game on.” Taeyong started.

“Now, for starters we need to figure out a plan. It’s going to be stressful, but we need to find a way to get Johnny back home safe and sound. I want everyone on board with this and all hands-on deck.”

“Boss, isn’t he with the rivals?” Taeyong turned his attention to Yuta to answer Jaemin’s curiosity.

The two members shared a silent agreement before Yuta turned towards the Dreamie.

“Our rivals are known as Lumidome. China’s most dominant mafia gang, and as a matter of fact, the gang that is holding all of China in the palm of their hand.”

“So, to answer your question, Jaem, yes. He’s with the rivals. And with the information we have, we need to be ready to get our boy back. We all know he would do the exact same for any one of us.” Taeyong stated, looking around the room to his family.

“How are we going to do that though…?” Mark’s question left the entire group silent. Even Taeyong who was still struggling to come up with a plan.

“Well… First I think we need to stop and think about what we need to get done around here. Yeah, 127, you’ve been cleaning up the place, and thank you.”

The members from 127 nodded their heads, bandanas wrapped around their heads as some wore gloves.

“Dreamies. Our security is slacking. We need you to keep looking out all around the building. If that means only 2 per exit, then so be it.”

Sehun gave a small glance to Mark. The younger member looked to him but gave a firm nod.

“We can do that.”

“Anything for the family right?” Haechan said, bowing a dramatic 90 degrees before he shot Taeyong a smile. The red head gave him a look before he turned his attention back to Mark and Sehun.

“I trust the two of you to be able to get everything figured out as soon as this meeting is over.” His eyes scanned the faces of each member. “Like I said, there is no way I’m going to stay for someone slacking off right now. This place is our home, and we’ve been invaded. We need every single member to do their darndest to make sure this place stays safe.”

“The place is much less happy without Johnny, so how are we gonna get him back?” Chen spoke up, his arm wrapped around Chanyeol’s shoulder as he leaned into the younger for support.

Chen’s leg was bandaged the best it could. The bleeding stopped once they arrived back home, and Chanyeol did everything in his power to keep him from losing anymore.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get all the hands-on deck to get him home. This place is number one priority though. Johnny would even agree. Now, Jaehyun.” Taeyong paused, looking to the member who had a tired but determined face.

“I want you to contact them. If you can’t, try to contact someone who has closer relations to them. Get them to meet up in Lotto City in a month. The city should be cleaned up by then, and if they don’t show up?” Taeyong paused. Every single member smiled, knowing exactly what his next words were.

“We’ll pay them the usual Korean greeting.” Taeyong declared, his voice low as he smirked.

Every single member howled, cheered in the idea of getting their own revenge on the ones who walked into their territory.

~~

The blurred vision slowly started to become clearer as Johnny was waking up. His entire body was stiff and sore. He felt as if his gut was being torn apart and his face felt swollen. With a quiet groan, he sat himself up.

He was still in the harbour, for the smell of water and seaweed filled his nose. But once he got a better look at what was around him, the realization of where he had struck him like lightning. Large metal bars circled him, with chicken wire blocking any way for him to get out. Johnny was stuck in a cage.

A soft hum was heard from around him. He struggled to get up on his feet but slammed his head into the top of the cage. With an audible groan, he knelt back down. His head started to throb.

“Son of a bitch…”

“Good morning kitten.” A familiar voice echoed from behind. Johnny’s entire core filled with rage. His entire body ached because of that damn voice. That damn man. He looked back to see the white-haired boy, sitting on a chair.

His eyes looked empty as he looked back at Johnny. It felt as if his entire being was just evil. Dressed in all black, he leaned forward to get a better look at the one caged. His knee started to bounce, which drove Johnny up the wall. What he hated about this man, was that he looked so weak and little, but was able to beat him to a pulp with ease.

Though the other man seemed so much more relaxed than Johnny, he still seemed to be on edge. As if he wasn’t finished with Johnny before he passed out. His hands were wrapped in bandages, meaning that even though Johnny was on the receiving end, he still hurt the white-haired man.

“Your pretty face will need a lot of healing… I don’t think you’ll look the same as you did before.” He taunted, leaning back in the chair only to cross his arms over his chest. Johnny growled as his glare shot glass shards to the other.

“I hate you.”

“Ouch… You haven’t even met me.” He said, putting a hand on his chest as if his entire being was hurt due to Johnny’s harsh words.

“I hate you.” Johnny snarled. His hands formed to fists, as he imagined sending a fist full right against that pretty face of his. He wanted nothing more than to see him on the ground, bleeding. He wanted this man to be in his position.

He knew for a certain Taeyong wouldn’t be happy about this situation, so maybe the leader would take some convincing to let him do what he pleases to that pretty face of the white-haired.

“Calm your eyes kitten,” The man stood and wandered closer to the cage. “there’s no way you’ll be getting out of here.”

Johnny spat at him, aiming for his face. The man jumped back, avoiding the spit before he gave Johnny a disappointed look.

“I was going to go easy on you, but now…” the man cooed, starting to walk around the cage. “I don’t think I want you.”

“Whatever your boss plans to do to Neozone, won’t get done. My boys are so much more powerful than you think they are.” Johnny snapped, rage seeping out of each word from his mouth.

“Then how can you explain the fact that you’re here?” The man said, kneeling down once again to get a good look at Johnny.

The look in the other’s eyes told Johnny that no one had come for him. No one had tried. With the smallest feeling of despair, he threw his fist into the chicken wire.

The man before him stood.

“Now, I’ve got orders to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t get out or hurt yourself. You’ve got yourself a bucket, and food will be brought to you. But you’ll have me as your company.”

“I’d rather rot alone thanks.” Johnny spat back. Spending more time than needed with this man, made Johnny think that the world was beating him up for no reason.

The man looked carelessly into Johnny’s honey-filled eyes.

“And I’d rather not smell it, but here I am.” Johnny’s entire mood was encased with rage. What he’d do to get this man in his spot, sitting in a cage with pain everywhere on his body.

“Was the blond your leader?”

“Why would I tell you that? Just so you can report it back to your ‘family’?”

“I swear!!” Johnny stood, keeping low as not to hit his head again. “You think of my family as a toy you’ll get destroyed by every single member in one sitting.”

The white-haired man smiled, seeming fully interested in the rage Johnny held hidden.

“Relax, kitten.”

“I’m not your damn kitten.”

The man sat back down on the chair he originally was sat in. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back. His eyes bored into Johnny’s soul. The empty eyes that told you nothing but years of torment.

“What happened to you?” Johnny questioned, unsure he wanted the actual answer so soon. He didn’t even know the man.

The white-haired paused, before pulling his attention away from him. The silence that came from the man answered Johnny’s question without words. The man had a past, and now here he was. But hell, everyone who is part of the mafia here had a past. Even Johnny.

“What should I call you then, Kitten?” the man asked, pulling the attention away from the silenced answer.

Johnny just shook his head as he sat back down in the cage.

“Forget about it. Call me whatever the hell you want. As long as I get to call you bastard each time.”

A smirk appeared against the white-haired man’s lips.

“Bastard huh? Xiao Jun. That’s my name. But bastard sounds fine too.”

~~

The room had fallen into a silence. Ten was in shock. Everything Taemin unloaded on him was a lot to take in. But he understood who Taeyong really was now. He understood why he would see Taemin walking around late at night. He understood everything now. Even the kidnapping.

Taemin sat uncomfortably in the silence. He was scared, nervous. His hands shook as he waited for Ten to say something. Anything at this point. He was always scared about losing the people closest to him and the idea of losing Ten buried a hole in his heart.

Ten could feel the uneasiness from the older man. He knew he was sitting in silence, an utter silence that could cause anyone’s anxiety to curl in on itself. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers together.

Many thoughts filled his head. What to say to Taemin. What to do next. He was wrapped up deeply in this situation now, there was no way he would be able to get out. His entire life goal could be burned in an ashtray because of this.

“How would I get out of this?” Was all he could bring himself to say.

“I… I’m not quite sure. No one’s really left the gang before.”

Ten looked at Taemin. He could see the eyes of pure fear. That’s when his heart started to throb. He felt so guilty for those words. Standing, he accompanied his friend. He took his hand and sighed.

“Then, if you’re wrapped up in this, I’m going to be just as deep as you.” He stated, looking at Taemin in the eyes. There was a wave of emotions that hit over Taemin.

His core felt as if it shriveled up but got restored. He worried about Ten a lot. His biggest worry was his reaction about what life he leads during the night. But this wasn’t any of the outcomes he imagined in his mind.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll join. I don’t know what to do exactly, or how any of this works, but I… I want to join you. I want to be able to call you my friend without worrying that you might think other wi-“

“You are my friend! You’re my best friend.” Taemin interrupted. He gripped Ten’s hand and looked at him. “I wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship.”

Ten was taken aback. He’s never had a friend this devoted to being there for him before. Yes, his sisters were a different situation, a completely different situation, but he believed that Taemin was going to stick with him from the first moment he met him.

As he took a deep breath, Ten pulled Taemin into another hug.

“I don’t want you to join just because you're worried about my friendship with you. You could get hurt and I don’t want you hurt.” The older muttered, his mind racing with the worry of everything horrible happening to Ten.

“And what about your life?” He looked at the younger member beside him. “Your career… Your family…”

“I never really had a family that supported me as much as you do. And, if I can finish university, then I can become your group nurse.” Ten stated, a small giggle behind his lips.

“Well… I think overall, we’ll need to get you a conversation with Taeyong before anything gets settled, as.. long as you're sure about it.”

The two sat in a silence that wasn’t as intense or anxiety inducing as before. Taemin fully understood if Ten didn’t want to actually join. It was a tough job, but he knew that everyone looks out for everyone.

Ten knew what he was considering was dangerous. He knew that even though Taemin was his best friend, he was also a completely different person behind the screen. What he was considering joining was a gang. The mafia, Korean mafia. Was he really going to join the mafia?

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with Taemin. He gave a small nod and Taemin felt a wave of relief but also worry hit his stomach.

Pulling his phone out, he saw the time and gasped.

“We have to go. Taeyong gets worried if he doesn’t know where we are for too long.” Taemin stood, pulling Ten up as well.

“Wait, wait. Taemin, can I still try to have a normal life in the day?” He asked, not realizing a small sound of panic in his tone.

“Don’t worry. Things will be fine.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the building. They waved a goodbye to Lisa before getting into a car which Taemin drove.

“Why, did you bring me here instead of ‘Neozone’?” Ten questioned, putting his seatbelt on.

“Neozone was under attack the other day… So, I didn’t want to worry anybody with bringing in a new face.”

“But aren’t you doing that now?”

“Can you stop making sense?” Taemin chuckled weakly. He glanced at the younger before he started the drive straight to Neozone. 

#del's creativity #mafia au #nct #nct dream #nct mafia au #wayv #EXO #blackpink #astro

[authorforrosie]

Title: Jennie lost you.

Pairing: Jennie. | You. [GxG]

Warnings: Mafia, Gun, gun shooting, violence, angst, fictional-death, sobbing, screaming, blood, punishment, pain and numbness.

Words: 839.

Time: 2018

AU: Mafia.

Jennie Kim never allowed anyone to see her feelings until you came along. She met you when you got pulled in a dark alley and she saved you. Luckily she knew how to fight with and without a gun. Since she first let you met her gang everyone loved you as a family member.

Jisoo taught you strategies how to become better in games, planning for fights or how to be even smarter than other people. Rosé sang with you very often with her guitar in hand which Jennie often watched. Lisa taught you how to do self-distance and fight. Seulgi often danced with you. Irene often made you laugh with her jokes even when they aren’t always funny. Jennie taught you almost everything. Especially how to use a gun and how to shoot.

Everything seemed to be normal for a while without any danger. Until one night when you was on a date with Jennie. It was on the green grass which seemed a dark green cause of the night time. You both have been kissing and laughing until she suddenly heard loud car driving noises.

Her gang members heard everything yet couldn't reacting fast enough. All of them watched you both while sobbing and holding onto each other. Rosé hugged her best friend Lisa. Both sobbed. Jisoo stood next at them with tears in her eyes. Seulgi and Irene hugged Jisoo both was sobbing.

Jennie tried everything she could to save you. Yet nothing could save you from getting shoot more than once in the chest. Tears rolled down her cheeks she sobbed when she caught you in her arms. The shooter drove away immediately without any hesitation. Sirens could be heard in long-distance since someone must have called the police.

„Jen my mandu, the love of my entire life. I am so sorry we can't s-spent the rest of our lives together. I-I wish we could have spent forever with each other. Yet it seem like destiny has other plans for us." State You with pain and sadness in your voice.

„Please don't die baby. I can't lose you. Hang in there the ambulance is almost there. I love you." Sobbed Jennie with sadness in her voice. You took her hand in yours. You both didn't care that your hands are bloody.

„I-I am cold baby. Please kiss me. I-I wanna feel your lips on mine even if it's for the one last time..." Stuttered you with pain and numbness in your voice. Sweat covered your forehead of fighting against closing your eyes.

„I love you too. My baby." Said Jennie with honesty and sadness in her voice. She leaned closer in. You both was now face to face.

Jennie kissed you passionately with all her feelings into the kiss. She felt you kissing back with all your feelings. Until she couldn't feel you kissing back anymore. You didn't move and breath anymore. She sobbed and screamed into the sky where she saw the full moon.

Lisa pulled Rosé into her arms even more for Rosé to muzzle her face into Lisa's neck. Since Lisa didn't want her best friend to witness this traumatic scene. Jisoo couldn't take it anymore. She walked towards the sobbing woman. Who is her mafia gang leader.

Jisoo put a comforting hand on her leader’s shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. Her leader Jennie looked at her for a second before looking back down. Both looked at your death body Jennie still ran her bloody fingers through your y/h/c hair. Jisoo felt more tears rolling down her cheeks.

In that exact moment the sirens got louder which signaled them. The police arrived at the crime scene. Both women knew that they had to give a statement now. Female and male police officers held their gun’s after getting of the car’s. Everyone raised their hands for surrender. The crime scene was very traumatizing for each police officer that was at the scene. Some even almost sobbed. Since there was much blood everywhere.

„Jennie we should go when we finish giving our statement to the police. The police is here now.” Whispered Jisoo with sadness in her voice.

Jennie only nodded with her head without using her voice to say something. Because nothing could ever comfort her or her mafia gang members now. Jennie moved at stand up. When a female police officer pulled her away from your death body. Which laid on the ground now.

Her gang members took Jennie into their arms. All of them was sobbing and having only one thought in their mind. They thought of getting revenge for you as soon as possible. No matter how many people they would have to punishment. Until finding the people who took your life away from them. That was a promise they was gonna keep for you. Their ray of sunshine and Jennie’s love of her life.

#jennie kim #jendeukie #jennie #jennie imagines #jennie x reader #jennie blackpink #blackpink jennie #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink fanfiction #Blackpink oneshot #blackpink!mafia #mafia!jenniekim #blackpink x reader #blackpink x you #blackpink x y/n #kpop idols #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfictions #kpop oneshots #kpop x reader #kpop x you #kpop x y/n #no smut #kpop recommendations #highlyrecommended #blackpink au

[justoneday-namjoonii]

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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This kind of fear Ch.12

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Park Soo-young [Joy/Journalist at Exodus] (Red Velvet)

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This dream-like world slowly crumbled when somebody forcefully shook me by my arm, making my head move and wake me up as a result.

"Hey! Sleepy time’s ended.“ I slowly opened my eyes and was welcomed by my blurry vision and slightly disoriented world. My whole body felt numb and as I looked down at the ground, I felt as if sitting three meters higher than originally. As if I would fall any minute.

“She‘s really out of it. How much did you give her?“ I looked up from where the voice was coming, instantly noticing the lilac-colored hair of one male. His roots were almost white.

“The dosage shouldn‘t be a problem.“ I remembered those voices. Those uniforms. I guessed that Jay B had answered that moment though I couldn’t be too sure.

“Maybe Suga gave you the dosage he’d need for himself to get high on this stuff”, Wonho replied, mustering me with one raised eyebrow.

“It is disrespectful to talk about your elder this way. Don’t mingle his free-time enjoyment with his work”, the fake Detective replied.

“Yeah yeah. I know all of this, Genie. Relax. I’m just fooling around a little.” He made me tilt my head back, his hand finding its way into my hair without noticing. How would I though? I still felt nothing when being touched. “It’s just such a waste that I can’t fool around with her”, he added, slightly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.

I focused on him, couldn’t hold on to the situation and their talk. But some words lingered on my tongue. I was intoxicated with something that made me lose my body and my head but it couldn’t change my personality.

“Fuck off”, I said to him. There was no anger in me though, only exhaustion and slight nausea. However, I knew I needed to speak the crumbled bits of my mind.

The thug began laughing, showing off his white teeth while making those amused sounds, them echoing in my ears and my head.

“I’d rather fuck you”, he replied but I couldn’t catch on his words immediately when he was already pulled away from me. I breathed out and closed my eyes again because I felt dizzy.

“Okay, that is going to be enough”, Genie said and pulled me from the seat, his hand probably around my upper arm. “Wait for me in the car.” I stumbled, had been scared of falling but then I noticed that I was still on the ground with my feet. They felt heavy. I was terrified as I was even dragged out of the van, the small step on the ground seemed as if it was at least one meter high. I was confused and clumsy. I even held on to the man, grabbing into his police uniform as he walked with me. I was hallucinating, seeing the trees as giants that were hanging quite steep, indicating falling on us at any time. I was getting anxious again, not knowing where I was; not knowing what was going on.

“Let me go…”, I whispered but I couldn‘t let go of the man. Being the only thing I could grasp, the thought of losing him scared me even more. I didn‘t want to be all alone. Not when I felt this helpless. That was what they wanted probably; make me dependent on their words and behavior.

Soon I took notice of an old-looking building, an abandoned warehouse as it seemed. The thug dragged me through an open doorway, its frame consisting of rusty metal. I stumbled over my own feet and almost fell again but the man caught me before I could.

“Where are you taking me?”, I asked him quietly, my head hanging low. The brown-haired male didn’t answer me and just dragged me further with him. Soon my eyes were focused on the room, the roof up so high in the air, as if I was looking at a tower. I knew that this couldn’t be its real height, my distorted vision still playing its tricks on me. Pieces of the broken windows remaining on the concrete crunched under our shoes as we neared the middle of this building. My eyes were set on a metallic high-backed chair, ropes around its armrests and legs. That was the moment I let go of the man and tried to pull away from his tight grasp but he was having none of it. I was weaker than before and even then he had easily overpowered me.

“Do not make it harder than it needs to be”, Genie warned me. I breathed out heavily and stopped in my tracks. My world was slightly moving just like back in the van, swaying from one side to the other.

The gangster pulled me with him, now with even more force, making it more than impossible for me to escape in my highly intoxicated state. I wasn’t even trying to fight him anymore as he pushed me to the chair, forcing me to sit. I winced at the sudden dizziness that took over my head. Immediately, I closed my eyes shut and breathed in and out deeply. When I opened my eyes again, my vision was blurry again and I laid my head back, still having a hard time handling the effects of the unknown drug. I couldn’t feel the man tying me to the chair, my skin still numb to every single touch but I knew that he did it even without looking at him. It didn’t take much time for him to accomplish fixing me to the furniture. I opened my eyes again but felt too heavy to lift my head. He stood before me, our eyes met for a brief moment and then he walked out of my sight, leaving me by myself.

“You’re just leaving me like this…”, I whispered, my eyes on the roof. I still waited for it to crumble down on me. Every step the thug took echoed in the hall; in my head. I closed my eyes again, breathed in and out, and fell into that dreamy state again.

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I heard the wind howl after some time, the broken windows letting the cold air fill the room I was in. At first, I didn’t feel the temperature but as the effect of the drug decreased goosebumps appeared on my arms and my legs and I slowly began freezing. Thankfully I still wore my green jacket but I wasn’t holding onto my key anymore and my backpack was also no longer with me. For the first time, I felt the tight ropes around my wrists and my ankles and as I tried to pull against them, they cut more into my jacket and my jeans, only slightly hurting my skin. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t set myself free. After some time of failing, I had no other choice but to give up. It irritated me horribly. This whole situation frustrated me to the core. Jeong-guk had simply said to cooperate with Bangtan but he hadn‘t prepared me for any of this. He hadn‘t warned me about thugs dressing up as fake policemen to interrogate me. He hadn‘t told me that it was all just bait to drug me, so they could abduct me more easily. He hadn’t given me tips on how to cut through ropes without any sharp material when being tied to a chair. Why did they even need to drug me? Last time, they had threatened me with guns and now they had drugged me. And what if these guys weren’t actually from Bangtan? They hadn’t answered my question after all. What was awaiting me? I didn’t want to know. I feared that I was only waiting for my death on this seat.

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The night came and I looked up to the roof, seeing the light of the moon shining through the broken windows as I let my eyes wander. It illuminated the small particles of dust, making them sparkle like tiny stars. “So…this is how I’m going to die…”, I noted to myself, slightly smiling ironically at that scary thought. I would either freeze to death or die because of thirst. Hunger would only be a problem in roughly five days and until then the other two factors would most likely take my life.

Nausea took over me from time to time and I needed to close my eyes to rest even if because of the cold I couldn’t fall asleep.  At least not at first. I shed some tears when my feeling of helplessness became more than unbearable; when the image of my family’s possible reaction to my disappearance weighed too much on my soul. The bitter anger only grew further in my chest and sometimes I let my frustration out on the chair again, trying to ease the grip of the ropes but yet again to no avail. My backside was beginning to hurt on the uncomfortable material but when I finally was able to doze off again it didn’t matter anymore.

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When I opened my eyes again I still felt cold, my dry throat needed water and I was mentally and physically drained. When would this torture end? The night had gone by and the shy rays of the sun lit up the huge hall. My fingers felt numb because of the cold and I was pretty sure they would burn terribly when being met with warmth again. If there was even a moment like that meant for me ever again. My head ached when being moved and I knew I needed to empty my bladder soon.

Not being able to give up, I pulled at the ropes again until they cut even more into my skin through my clothes. The pain was nothing when compared to the thought of dying here; the thought of the torn stances and deeply hurt facial expressions of my family. I struggled for a while when I noticed the sounds of steps nearing, them echoing in the hall. I immediately stopped moving and looked in the direction though I couldn’t see much given that I couldn’t turn my head further at one point. My heart pace quickly went up and the adrenaline was yet again pumping through my veins. This time I had no outlet for it, still being tied to that stupid chair. I couldn’t run and I certainly couldn’t hide.

“Excuse us for keeping you waiting for so long. We were…busy”, I heard a slightly deep melodic voice talking, his voice still lingering in my head from last time. He was walking right behind me, hindering me from fully having him in my sight. “But now you have our full attention…”, he added, suddenly putting weight onto my tense shoulders, his hands squeezing me through my jacket. This kind of physical contact hurt my frozen body. All the hairs on my body stood up as he leaned in, his hot breath hitting my left cold ear. "…little bird.”

Memories flooded my brain, showing me pictures of the red-haired male sitting behind that one particular desk, his fingers intertwined and his right leg over his right one. He had interrogated me about my former roommate Lisa. But that wasn’t the last time I had seen him. I remembered that event I had been asked to go to by Joo-hyun. V had been walking down the hall next to a man with light pink-colored hair.

The hands disappeared from my shoulders and the red-haired man circled me, his steps dangerously slow and almost soundless like one of a predator. I was as weak as possible, playing the role of the prey yet again.

“I hoped we wouldn’t need to meet again but it seems that simple warnings won’t do”, V started talking again, his blue eyes raking over my bound sitting position. “You just love to cause a scene, don’t ya?”

I gazed into his blue-colored eyes and felt my whole body tremble because of the cold and because of that sinister smile that he wore.

“What? Cat got your tongue suddenly?“, he began after the silence grew too strong and his left hand dug in the pocket of his black coat. “Quite unbelievable, knowing that you can’t seem to shut up about Bangtan when talking to other people.“

V pulled a folded piece of shiny paper out of his pocket which he displayed with both of his hands, showcasing the design of one of the flyers that I knew all too well.

“Well? Is there still nothing to tell?“, he questioned me, the intense gaze in his eyes challenging me to speak up. He waited patiently although his whole body language oozed anything but patience.

“Wh—what do you want to hear?“, I asked him carefully, stuttering a bit. It was hard to concentrate. At the same time, my mind had never been so sharp and focused. Just one mistake while talking and I would fuck up even more.

There was a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost as if he found this whole situation funny. It was most likely amusing to him.

“You were seen carrying these flyers and posters around“, he finally stated after there was still silence. He relaxed his right arm while still holding the poster with his left hand.

“I…I was. I…made them“, I answered quietly, still tripping over my own words. Jeong-guk‘s statements lingered in my head. As if he was right next to me, reminding me of the lies I needed to tell and the truths I couldn‘t withhold in me anymore.

V made a slightly impressed face and lowered his hand with the flyer now. He even mocked me with his body language.

“You‘re a real brave one, aren‘t ya?“, he taunted. “You’re not afraid to showcase your political opinions openly. It doesn’t matter if it’s in written form or verbally, now does it?” He let the flyer fall to the ground, stepping on it while closing in. “Tell me, little bird…” He put his hands on top of my bound wrists, his hands slightly warmer than my skin as he leaned closer, his fake blue eyes gazing into mine. “…who were the ones who fueled your bravery?” I held my breath as he watched me intensely while awaiting an answer.

“You”, I finally whispered, almost not hearing my own words because of the loud sounds of my racing heart. Finally, I was able to breathe again. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. “It’s…it’s all because of you. The injustice Bangtan had created…I wanted to take revenge for my roommate; for all the people you gave a hard time to”, I answered the way Jeong-guk had wanted me to.

V’s questioning facial expression slowly faltered into an amused one again. “Oh…is that right?” He put even more weight on my wrists, his fingers gripping my cold skin. The contact made my skin tingle and even burn after some time. “And you decided to do it all on your own?”, he inquired. I tensed up even more because of that dark gaze of his.

“I had to”, I whispered and gave my best not to look away from his blue eyes.

“Did you now?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe any single word I had just spoken. Was it that obvious that I was lying? I swallowed only to notice the dryness of my mouth yet again.

“Why am I here? Are you going to kill me?”, I changed the subject and my hands began trembling lightly again because of the pure thought, so I formed them into fists.

“That’s not my department”, he said and his eyes found a new interest behind me. Suddenly a hard metal was pushed against my temple, making me lose my capability of breathing for some seconds. I couldn’t even blink and certainly didn’t have it in me to move even the slightest. I hadn’t sensed anyone else’s presence up until that moment other than the one of the red-haired gangster. They had me caught off guard yet again. “But thankfully there are others to do that job for me”, V stated and backed away slowly, letting go of me in the process. I was more than terrified, felt the knots in my throat and stomach tightening while my body trembled.

“It doesn’t have to end like this though”, V began talking yet again since I couldn’t find my voice. My heart raced in my ribcage and deeply rooted fear nagged at my nerves. This situation I had dreamed of before, all the nightmares of being abducted again and tortured or killed were now more than real. “You have the option to tell me who else was involved in that project of yours to try to cause a riot against us. That is if living sounds like a better deal to you.”

It must have bothered Bangtan that there was an opposition out there that could cause greater trouble and weirdly enough that fact allowed me a second of relief and strengthened my beliefs and hopes. However, the gun held up to my temple still terrified me nonetheless.

V watched me for a long time, his tongue wetting his lower lip, running over his silver piercing in the process. I wanted to reply but the shock I was under made it impossible for me. Tears welled up in my eyes since I knew that my silence could lead up to my death and I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live…and at the same time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for ratting out a group that had allowed me to be brave and fight for our human rights.

“Maybe it needs a little push to remember their names…”, he stated and looked at the unknown man threatening me with a gun. The metallic object was more than evident when the thug pressed the muzzle into my skin. My heart jumped and I automatically grabbed onto the armrest where my wrists were bound to.

“I-I’ve already told you…”, I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to hold back from crying helplessly. “I don’t…have any followers or accomplices. I decided to do all of it on my own.” I tried to stand my ground and mold myself into Jeong-guk’s version of the story.

“Three it is…”, the thug holding the gun said, and in that instant, I knew who he was. D.O, the dangerous male who had threatened me with a gun before. He pushed the muzzle more firmly against my temple and I knew that his finger was about to pull the trigger. I immediately pressed my eyes shut and felt the tears run down my cheeks as I thought of everybody that I had ever loved. As if watching my life roll down in important scenes at an extreme pace in front of my closed eyes, I saw precious memories of my family, all the bittersweet moments with my mother and my father, all the fun bickering with my older brother and my sisters. Next to those laughing faces I also could see Lisa who had always shown that lively twinkle in her brown eyes. And then there was Jeong-guk who rarely smiled.

They all stayed with me in my last seconds on earth—or so I thought.

I didn’t manage to plea, couldn’t do anything else in my panicked mode than cry and sink into pure panic, my whole body paralyzed under the immense pressure.

However, the awaited bullet never hit me. D.O hadn’t pulled the trigger although I could almost feel dying, my heart and my stomach tightening and the shrilling sound in my ears befogging my brain. I had never been this close to dying.

“Release her from the chair and take her to the car…”, V spoke up suddenly and I hesitantly opened my eyes again. The red-haired male stood there, his hand in the air. Had he signed the other man not to shoot me after all? More tears ran down my cheeks as I watched him through my blurry sight. My body was trembling terribly and the knots that had been formed in my stomach and throat didn’t waver though I also felt some kind of wet warmth between my legs. I couldn’t think anymore.

“Fucking hell”, D.O cursed and I remembered when he had talked the same way with his other comrade. “Can‘t you make up your mind just fucking once?“, he criticized the red-haired male. I continued shedding tears since this whole situation was overstraining my nerves.

“Bring her to Junior. I‘m also gonna be there shortly but before that, I need to check up on something”, V simply replied and suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, the grip enough to make me jump in my highly disturbed stance. “Don’t act up, little bird. This man right here won’t hesitate to kill ya if you do. But I guess you already know, don‘t ya? ”, he told me and let go of me. His footsteps resounded in the hall as he walked away from us. A frustrated groan followed and the gun was no longer pushing against my temple but I still felt the metallic muzzle on my skin, its texture burning through my flesh and bones. D.O crouched down and freed my ankles out of the tight ropes while I sniffled and tried to pull myself together but still didn‘t move. Although the weapon wasn’t pointed at my head anymore, the dangerous male could change that very fact at any given moment.

“Stand up”, D.O ordered me after my wrists weren’t bound to the chair anymore. He watched me with those dark eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. I breathed out and only managed to budge my fingers which felt stiff because of the gripping cold. I slowly stretched my legs and hesitantly pushed myself from the chair. It was unbelievably hard to straighten my body at first given that I had been forced to sit in an uncomfortable position all night.

“Did you fucking piss yourself?”, he asked me, his eyes trained on my jeans. I slowly followed the direction of his intense gaze and noticed the dark spots on the material between my legs. I hadn’t remembered wetting myself.

I couldn’t reply, looked up to him again, feeling shame and embarrassment that slightly burned my frozen cheeks. Fear and the shock still lingered in the back of my head. As if being on drugs again, I felt dislocated from reality, not truly realizing what was going on again. I had been too sure about dying and it was almost weird being alive.

“Pathetic.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You should have stayed in your lane after I gave you the second warning”, he added in a harsh tone, his face showing disgust and further annoyance. D.O took a step closer and suddenly the muzzle of the gun was pushing into my itching right cheek. The same had happened during our first violent encounter. “Now there won’t be any warnings anymore. There won’t be any more lucky streaks. No more helpful hints. You make one bad move and I’m going to put a bullet in that obstinate head of yours.” My wide eyes watched his round dark ones that oozed pure evil. “Understood, little bird?” He almost spat the nickname V had given me. He was making fun of it but at that moment that small detail didn't take up that much space in my head. I was solely concentrating on his death threat, feeling as if I would throw up any minute. If not before, I would have probably wet myself that instant. My knees shook terribly and my livid heart almost jumped out of my chest. Scary. This man was more than scary. He was playing God, making me believe he could do anything at that moment as if living was only dependent on him; as if it had always been dependent on him. As if God was just waiting for me to take that exact path, have those certain thoughts, and do those precise actions.

“Fucking answer when I’m asking you a question!” he demanded angrily, his finger dangerously closing around the trigger of his gun again, pushing the metallic surface of the muzzle even more forcefully into my skin. “Did you fucking understand what I just said to you?”

This time it was the real deal. This time there was no place for childish games, for any excuses or thoughtless tries at runaways.

“Y-yes...”, I whispered, more teardrops falling down my cheek, wetting his gun, maybe even his violent hand in the process. More than God maybe he was the Devil himself, forcing me into a pact.

D.O didn’t reply, pulled his gun away from my face, and began walking, ordering me swiftly to follow him and I did. Every footstep I took felt heavy; every breath I inhaled suffocated me more; every moment I closed my eyes I imagined myself still sitting on that chair, my first and ankles bound and blood draining out of the small hole in my skull. I could have ended just like that. And maybe it should have happened.

Jeong-guk had made it seem easy when explaining the consequences to me and now here I was, exhausted, drained because of the drug after effects my system had been forced to endure and walking the fine line between life and death in my mind.

“Get in the car”, D.O demanded after we had exited the abandoned-looking warehouse. The trees didn’t seem as tall as when I had arrived and the walk also seemed to be shorter. The familiar expensive black car was parked nearby, its dark windows not showcasing the potential figures inside. Who knew how many gangsters were seated in the vehicle; how many were just waiting to grab me and push another load of drugs in my body; how many carried guns with them, ready to shoot me any fucking time? I was scared. I was terrified and petrified and as I pulled the handle of the rear door, I imagined dying again, the worst-case scenario playing vividly before my teary eyes. However, I only came in contact with empty seats and the driver whose silver hair I could only point back to him—Channie.

“Oh. You’re still alive”, he noted the obvious and looked back at me, his light-colored eyes traveling down my body. “You can find some old newspaper and magazines in the pocket behind my seat, position them under you before taking a seat.”

I leaned forward and found the very same posters and flyers that we had scattered and pinned up around town. My eyes searched the light ones of Channie for a moment who smiled eagerly, awaiting an amusing reaction most likely and I had nothing to show that I hadn’t already showcased. I grabbed some of the paper and placed the sheets on the seat before I sat down, the trails of urine sticking to my pants and the skin under the fabric. Then finally I pulled the rear door shut and D.O also got himself seated, checking up on me while I put the seatbelt slowly around me.

“At least now we got a use for those unnecessary papers”, he commented and resulting in Channie‘s grinning face.

They weren’t unnecessary.

“Told you”, the silver-haired male replied proudly. “One can recycle pretty much everything.”

These posters were embodying my hopes and wishes for the future.

D.O stared at the younger male, scoffed, and leaned his head on the headrest, looking straight ahead. “We need to pass on our interrogator’s recycle to his favorite comrade, so let’s get going. Time’s short and I have no nerves left to play further parts in V’s shitty childish games.”

“What’s his plan?” Channie asked his thug comrade and started the motor.

“Who the fuck knows. He’s just doing whatever he wants to do anyway”, D.O grumpily replied. “Asking me to carry out the dirty work but then stopping me shortly before fulfilling the task, changing his mind spontaneously…it’s fucking irritating.” The car was moving now, leaving the abandoned building behind us and following a one-way road through a smaller forest.

I still saw the red-haired male before my eyes, his blue ones boring challengingly into mine. My body automatically stiffened at the images that were playing in my head. He could have been responsible for my death. He and the scary thug sitting in the passenger seat.

“It was up to the girl’s behavior though, wasn‘t it?“

“The brat was lying”, D.O stated and glanced into the driving mirror, his dark round eyes igniting with my green ones. They had talked as if I wasn’t there, ignoring my presence up until that moment. It hadn’t been the first time that thugs acted this way while involving me in a mess. My body still trembled but I felt my stiffened muscles slightly relaxing into the warmth in the car, a burning sensation crawling under my cold skin in the process. My eyes didn’t leave his, trying to withstand the urge to look away. I couldn’t let go of Jeong-guk’s words even if he had pictured this whole situation in a different light. Or maybe I had been the one wanting to be let off the hook that easily.

“She isn’t exactly disagreeing…”, Channie remarked and I reverted my gaze and was already seeing the exit out of the woods to a country road.

I didn’t have it in me to reply. My head felt full and empty as if the overwhelming effects of the drugs kicking in again.

“V’s irritatingly merciful towards feminine troublemakers.” D.O fumbled with his black suit and I noticed a cigarette pack in his hand. “Can’t you drive faster? I fucking need a break already.”

And so Channie did, the highway later becoming a racing game for him just so that his comrade would be able to smoke soon. At some point, I wished for the expensive car to clash with another one so the impact would free me out of my dislocated reality.

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“Get out of the car”, D.O ordered before he stood up from his seat and closed the car door shut. I winced at the harsh sound, my temples aching as result. I watched the dangerous thug pull a cigarette out of the pack he had most likely held onto the whole car ride. He leaned against the vehicle, lit the butt, and inhaled the toxic substance of tobacco. I lingered in my seated position for some more seconds before I managed to move again and grabbed onto the door handle. My mouth still felt dry and dizziness took over me anew.

Suddenly Channie spoke up, his voice silencing the overwhelming thoughts in my head for a moment. “Take the papers you sat on with you.”

My gaze lingered out of the window and I watched out for any nearing vehicle before I wordlessly opened the door and stepped outside, only turning around to take the damp flyers from the seat. The stank of my urine almost went unnoticed on the trip given that my head had been full of other worries. There were no other complaints, so I pushed the car door shut and took a deep breath of fresh but car-polluted air. D.O was still standing on the other side of the car, smoking. He didn’t check up on me as I cautiously circled the car and also arrived at the sidewalk. He probably knew I wouldn’t make a run for it after all those traumatic incidents I was not able to process yet. Would I ever though?

I was standing only a few steps away from D.O, the smell of the smoke making it harder to breathe and the cold breeze only deepening the burning ache under my skin. My eyes were trained on the big building before us, its name making my heart clench. “EXODUS”—a once independent and critical news media company—was largely designed in blocky writing right above the entrance. I had loved reading their reports and insights about the world's happenings, especially the occurrences in Korea. However, after Bangtan had gained more power they silenced the best writers and their standpoint changed gradually to neutrality. The mere existence of this building showed that freedom of speech had been long forbidden in this country.

The dangerous thug next to me groaned and I automatically looked at him. His dark eyes were set on his expensive wristwatch while his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He turned, opened the door, and spoke in a demanding tone again. “Call Junior and tell him to move his ass down here before noon or we’re going to drive off and leave this brat doing whatever. I don’t fucking care.” He didn’t even wait for an answer before he pushed the door shut, it made a louder thud than it should have. Then he pulled out another cigarette, put it between his lips, and tried to lit it with his lighter, groaning again when the first four little sparks didn’t do much. Finally, his fifth try made it possible for him to inhale the toxic fumes and I noticed his tense body relax into the smoke. His eyes found mine after a while of my staring and I withheld his dark gaze. I wasn’t more pathetic than him.

He guided the cigarette between his middle- and forefinger and removed it from his mouth before exhaling the smoke in my way. I slightly scrunched my nose, the stank of tobacco still irritating me to the core.

He was definitely more pathetic.

“I…I’m going to throw away these posters”, I said, my quiet voice trembling ever so slightly. The deep-seated shock wouldn’t leave that easily. I averted my gaze and set my sight on the public bin nearby.

One bad move and I would die. He would probably not hesitate to use his gun even if that meant causing a scene in public. Surprisingly enough I didn’t want to die even if I still couldn’t comprehend the situation I was in.

D.O didn’t reply and I took his hardened silence as an okay. I began walking, my knees feeling weak as I neared the trashcan. Turning my back on God and Devil, I must have been insane but I needed to move, I needed to feel more than that burning sensation in my flesh. I needed to hear more than the overwhelmingly loud silence in my head at times. I needed to see more than those pictures that caused my closed-mouth anxiety attacks. I needed to take control over my life, if only by throwing away something that my heart held onto dearly.

I stood in front of the bin longer than anticipated even after my hands were empty again.

We made a choice every single day. And at that moment I had officially decided to let go of the group even if Jeong-guk had made that decision for me weeks ago. Deep down I had still held onto them but now that needed to be over. I had done what I had wanted. I had fought all the way, not fully understanding that there would be consequences. And now I couldn’t do much anymore but there was still hope that all our brave acts wouldn’t go to waste.

The God-Devil was the one staring now while putting his cigarette between his lips and inhaling smoke again. He was watching my every step as I directed myself towards the car again. At one point his attention was caught by something or rather someone else. “Took you long enough, Junior”, he said and let go of his cigarette, so he could put it out on the ground. I turned and caught sight of the observing thug who I had met the first time I had been kidnapped. The black-haired Korean man wore a clean dark suit, his hair still in a bowl-cut, his straight bangs covering his forehead

“Your impolite message didn’t give much motivation though Red Riding Hood gave his best to word it differently, Wolf”, he answered.

D.O scoffed. “I have lost memory of that nickname long ago.”

“Funny. You don’t seem to struggle with remembering my former one.”

“V makes it fucking hard to forget”, the dangerous thug replied, his emotionless face not even showing a hint of amusement as he kind of joked around with his comrade. At least the observing thug seemed at ease, a slight smile decorating his face.

“I’m going to take Ms.Abbe in my care from here. Thank you for your patience and hard work—both won’t go unnoticed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the next task already”, D.O retorted and held his hand out. Junior walked closer, drew his hand close to the front of his dress jacket, and pulled a letter out of his inner pocket. It wasn’t closed, so the dangerous male looked inside after receiving it for a moment. I couldn’t see much but it was probably better that way. Then without any further notice, he pulled at the door handle again and got himself seated in the black vehicle. The darkened window hid his sight but I assumed he didn’t look behind. Neither God nor the Devil seemed to be the kind to look back.

So there I stood, another unpredictable thug endangering my life. And yet again I didn‘t know what was awaiting me.

“Ms.Abbe“, the observing male acknowledged me, his stance calm and formal. His dark eyes watched me knowingly.

“Why am I…here?”, I asked him quietly, not daring to move the slightest under his attentive gaze.

“Your rebellious involvement has caused some minor disturbance among the citizens as I’ve heard. Our investigator has decided to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes.”

“Mistakes…”, I repeated almost silently, not approving that statement in the slightest. The deep chocolate color of Junior’s dark orbs almost suffocated me at that moment.

“Would you describe your actions differently, Ms.Abbe?”

I felt like he was seeing right through me. Even more than V. “N-no”, I answered. “I did make…mistakes.” Firstly, I had been caught badmouthing Bangtan plenty of times. Secondly, I had been seen when spreading the flyers. And thirdly, I let the fake policemen in my apartment. Therefore practically I wasn’t lying.

“Then there should be no issues”, Junior replied, his attentive gaze running along his surrounding. Then he looked at me again abruptly. “Follow me, Ms.Abbe.” he began walking toward the front door of the building and I hesitantly strolled after him, leaving enough distance to feel as if I could still run for it; to feel some type of control.  

There was security standing behind the glass door, eyeing me emotionlessly as Junior briefly explained that I was with him. It seemed to be a statement enough for them to mind their own business, not even holding their attention to my obvious humiliating accident showcased on my jeans.

The receptionist was ignored by the thug as he led me to the elevator. “Have you ever been in touch with media work?” the observing male asked me as we stood in the rather small area, the door closing in on us as we went up a couple of floors.

“What?”, I replied, not quite sure what he meant by that broad term.

“Have you ever been on the TV or a different media platform? Asked to do some kind of interview on the street for instance.”

“I…have only consumed passively so far”, I explained. Especially reading EXODUS in the past, awaiting all those blunt and honest articles on Korea’s politics when Bangtan hadn’t obtained that much power yet. “Why?” I didn’t look at him but I sensed his eyes on me. I watched as the metal doors automatically opened when arriving on the sixth floor.

“Just listen to the instructions that are going to be given to you and you won’t have to worry much”, he replied and stepped out of the elevator, stopping shortly to look back at me as I had tensed up with unsureness and stood still. “Your interrogator needs to make his arrival first before we can discuss further details. Until then I’ll show you to the office’s kitchen.”

My feet felt heavy as I decided to keep following him down the corridor until he made a turn to the left and opened the door which shut out the sight of a kitchen space until then. Upon sensing the tense gaze of the observant thug, all of the resting five workers inside the room started cleaning up and left the room wordlessly with bubble tea and simple coffee in their hands. I watched them averting their eyes and keeping their mouths shut though I imagined they had been talking comfortably a minute ago.

“Would you like some coffee?” Junior asked me, directing himself towards the coffee machine, already grabbing a mug out of the cabinets above the sink.

“I…don’t drink coffee.”

He put the mug back in its original place, even turning it slightly. Had it been sitting there at that exact angle before he had taken it? I wasn’t too sure about it.

“Hopefully you don’t mind water then”, he replied after his hand moved one shelf higher, putting his fingers softly around the base of a simple tall glass. I didn’t answer and he filled up the drinking glass with tap water at the sink. There was a question lingering on my tongue though; are there any lemons left?

“You can take a seat”, he said, his eyes traveling to the dark spots showcased on my jeans as he set down the glass on the table. I wasn’t standing because of shame.

“I think I sat enough”, I answered more sharply than intended at first. Dark orbs ignited with my green ones at my comment. He probably knew that my fate should have been sealed on that chair, with ankles and wrists bound and the gun at my temple. The scenario still gave me goosebumps and dread filled my chest anew. I tried to swallow to ease the hard lump in my throat but my mouth was too dry for that.

The silent moment between Junior and me was suddenly disturbed as there was a knock on the door. Normally nobody would act this alert before entering a common break room.

The thug went by me to open the door and I backed away to the side of the counter to continue ensuring enough distance between us. A young woman was standing before him though I couldn’t see much other than her dark hair, her draped brown shaded jacket, and her black straight pants.

“How can I be of help, Mrs.Park Soo-young?”

“I’m very sorry to bother you, Mr.Park. It’s about your request…do you have time to take a look at the drafts perhaps?”

Mr.Park took some seconds to answer, still facing the woman. Then his head turned and his eyes were set on me again. “I’m going to be back shortly, Ms.Abbe. Enjoy your drink until then.” With that, he exited the room and shut the door after him. There I stood again, waiting some seconds before I grabbed the glass and slowly drank the water although I would have rather chucked it. After emptying it, I refilled the glass on my own and continued sipping patiently until I felt a little more recovered although my stomach began hurting from the high amount of fresh liquid.

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There were thoughts of leaving the building but I couldn‘t move. There was an intense urge to go see my family and to cry until all the heavy feelings would dissolve, no longer affecting me. Would I ever stop feeling this way after giving in to Bangtan though; after being involved this heavily with them?

Mr.Park had stayed away for quite some time and I lingered in the break room, pacing around sometimes as I tried to calm down again when the insecurities and fear began growing in my chest again. I never once thought about sitting down again, my hands and ankles bound and the cold end of the gun pressing against my temple.

Suddenly the door was opened and I immediately felt my stomach drop while my heart began beating nervously. There had been no warning, no knocking this time. My eyes found the blue ones of V as he entered the room.

“There you are, little bird”, he said with his deep voice, still holding eye contact. I thought of his hands on my shoulders, weighing me down further. “I worried you had flown out the window.” He directed himself towards the table and put down a paper bag. I watched his silver watch peaking from under his brown-grey suit jacket. Just the same silver color as his lip piercing.

“That jump would have killed me from this height”, I replied quietly and a smirk appeared on his face as he gazed at me. He had thought I would have acted up in front of the God-Devil.

“For some, it’s a relief”, he said. “I’m glad you’re not playing the same boring game.” That was one very particular way to look at suicide.

“Why am I here?”, I finally asked him.

“I’m not the one to spoil surprises”, he answered and his hands found their way into the pockets of his suit pants. He waited and watched me with an expectant look in his eyes. He liked to speak cryptically when he wasn’t busy making points.

“Who is going to then?”

And there his grin was the lights from above reflecting in his lip piercing. “Don’t be impatient, little bird. Everything is going to happen in time”, he answered. “The next step you’re going to take the bag and get changed in the restroom down the hall. I want you to make a good impression.”

Why? For whom? More questions arose and the anxiety grew in the pit of my stomach.

“Now don’t be shy. Come here.” I obeyed his obvious command and took a look inside the bag that he slid over to me on the table. “There’s also makeup in it. Use it.” Just then I noticed packages of lipstick and foundation under the folded clothing next to a hairbrush and even a toothbrush and toothpaste.

“I’m not that familiar with makeup”, I admitted.

I felt his burning gaze and when I glanced up at him I saw the very same amused smirk he wore when he had watched me on that potential death chair.

“No issue that can‘t be solved“, he reassured me, his hand drawing closer to my face. I automatically flinched at his movement and backed away, but he grabbed me by my nape, pulling me closer, his eyes roaming my face. I tried to escape him, but when he painfully pinched the skin at the back of my neck I halted. He was too comfortable with touching me. As if this body didn‘t belong to me, as if my boundaries didn‘t exist. He was slowly accustoming me to that fact. I hadn’t sold my soul to the mafia but they tried to take control of me anyway. Every look was a warning, every word was an order, every touch meant to oppress. “I can assist you in the restroom.”

I swallowed. “No, thank you. I’m going to try on my own”, I whispered and his other hand moved closer, tugging a loose hair strand behind my ear.

“Very well, little bird.” He let go of me and took a step back, smiling approvingly at me. “Go change now.”

I quickly grabbed the handle of the bag and left the room behind, hurrying down the hallway towards the women's restroom. Yet again I was forced to change. Yet again I stood in a restroom and felt humiliated and powerless. At least it seemed I was alone in this room. I put the paper bag next to the sink and vanished behind closed doors to use the toilet. After I was done, I washed my hands with liquid soap under cold water and began undressing, throwing my winter jacket, pullover and shirt to the ground, kicking my shoes aside, and almost tearing down my pants.

At that moment I didn’t care about anyone entering the room.

There was still wetness of the urine clinging onto the material as well as to my panties. I let out an irritated huff and took the folded clothing out of the bag, my gaze falling upon the undergarments that were hidden under the dress. It was lingerie—another act of humiliation. I left them in there, pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser, and wetted one half of the stack with water to clean my upper thighs. Tears of despair prickled in my eyes and I let them fall, tracing down my cheeks as I wiped away the traumatic incidences that were clinging to every nerve in my body. When I was done I disposed of the jeans in the bin and my wet underwear followed shortly after. I used the paper towels to cover up the shameful pile of fear and slipped into the white dress. It was tight around my torso but thankfully pretty flowy beginning at my waist. I couldn’t zip the back, so I decided to put on my shirt and the pullover, not even wanting to let go of my winter jacket although I didn’t feel that cold anymore. In a way, I clung to my identity while also letting some parts of myself crumble. Right now I needed to be someone that would get me through all of this.

I brushed my teeth and my wavy hair and put on some makeup to the best ability I could. Deodorant was also very much needed as well as that expensive perfume that I would have never picked out for myself. It smelled strong, almost instantly giving me a headache. Or maybe it was another illness that would slowly trap me. After I was done, I pushed the door open and V was in my sight again, leaning against the wall between two doors. When he looked at me, I automatically held my breath. He eyed my outfit, an amused grin decorating his face. “An interesting fashion statement.”

I let the door fall behind me and went up to him, shoving the bag to his chest level. He took it lazily, peeking inside and burrowing his hand shamelessly, lifting the two-piece lingerie up. “They didn’t fit? A shame.” His gaze still lingered on the content

“I’m not the one to be shamed”, I replied dryly, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. His blue eyes found mine again.

“You didn’t even try it on”, he stated the obvious, his fingers gliding to the material that protected neither region. He was indeed shameless. “Not scared of catching a cold, are you?“

“You certainly weren’t scared for me”, I bit back.

He grinned at my reply. “Your makeup looks decent enough at least. For a first-timer that is.”

Asshole.

His grin only grew at my silence, the hatred showcased through my facial expressions must have been enough as an answer.

“What now?” I asked him. There must have been a reason for me to change and freshen up.

“Little bird…” he began, his face getting more serious again. “I have already told you about impatience.” With that I stood there, watching him silently, not even slightly changing my stance. He was toying with me. That amused glint had normally vanished when he had meant business before.

“Is it fun?” I finally asked him. Was I only alive for his amusement? Just because he felt like it?

"It is quite amusing“, he admitted bluntly. "You don‘t like letting go of control, do you now?“

His assumption fueled my anger. Was there anyone who liked being kidnapped, trapped on a fucking plastic chair, and almost killed? And if that wasn‘t enough the very same assaulters dictated my every move and even tried to decide on my undergarments.

V watched me, his expression turning serious again and his tongue brushed over the silver piercing on his lower lip again. He held his head higher, looking down at me with his entire self.

"Don’t worry. We’re going to find a way for you to let go of.“ It sounded like a promise.

"We can begin now“, the voice of the observing thug resounded behind me.

I automatically looked at Mr.Park and took a step aside. I didn’t want to stand between these two men.

"How exciting“, V answered and pushed himself away from the wall. He walked up to Junior and handed him the bag. The observing male didn‘t take it. His hands stayed on his sides.

V grinned at that and withdrew the paper bag. "It was worth a try.“

Junior didn‘t seem to want to waste energy responding. His dark eyes caught mine and he motioned with his hand to follow him. And so I did. I didn‘t know what would begin. I wasn‘t even sure about not seeing a chair with ropes again.

"The silent treatment…“, V said. "You can‘t ignore me for all too long, Junior.“

Nonetheless Junior—who probably hated called being Junior—ignored him and lead me into a different room, opening the door for me. I cautiously halted for a moment and hesitantly stepped into a new unfamiliar office area. There were a handful of people gathered around the center of the room. A camera and several reflector lamps had been set up, as well as two armchairs, far more comfortable looking than the plastic one I had been forced to sit on for Gods know how long. On the far right side of the room, there was a broad whiteboard. A desk had been placed next to it, a computer and projector finding their places on its white surface. Another video projector was hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the rather clean texture of the desk. A pencil had been forgotten under the watching eyes of the projector, a successful sign that the electronic devices were connecting to each other.

"Take a seat on the chair on the left side“, the observing male ordered and I obeyed. Even if I could almost sense the smirk that would result on the red-haired man’s face. Only one woman spared me a look, her dark eyes showing slight empathy. I noticed her draped brown-shaded jacket and her black straight pants. She quickly averted her eyes though and gave Mr.Park all her attention. The dark-haired woman showed him some papers and pointed with her forefinger toward the things she probably discussed with him. May it be pictures or written words—I hadn‘t known yet. But her voice did sound familiar next to her outfit that I had also seen. She had most likely been the woman standing before the kitchen door blocked by Junior.

Behind me, there was a man who adjusted the height of the reflector lamp. The camera lens caught my attention again and I felt my heart drop at one specific theory in my head. Would they put me on TV? The observing thug had even asked me in the elevator if I had ever given an interview. I imagined myself as the scapegoat who had tried everything in her might to change people‘s perception of Korea‘s politics and future. They would mold me into the bad guy. There was always a way to distort reality.

"Getting used to the camera, little bird?“ V asked me. He didn‘t have the paper bag with him anymore. Hopefully, he had thrown away every single item that had been used to control me.

"What‘s all this?“ I ignored his question from before.

"Patience“, he repeated the same low answer, speaking loud and clear, cutting through the hushed conversations. "We‘ve already talked about impatience, haven‘t we, little bird?“

I didn‘t answer.

"We have, haven‘t we?“, he repeated, taking slow steps towards me. His blue-colored eyes burned into my soul as he looked down on me again. I took a glance behind me, noticing that the man working on the reflector lamp wasn‘t there anymore. I had worried about seeing the God-Devil and feeling the cold silver gun at my temple anew. “Little bird.” The res-haired man had my attention again. He had gotten even closer and I leaned further into the backrest.

“We have talked about it”, I agreed and felt cold sweat clinging to my hands.

“And?” He meant business this time, I heard it in his threatening tone.

I swallowed as I felt my throat tightening slightly out of fear.

“I’m going to be patient”, I gave in. Humiliation wasn’t foreign to me anymore but I still felt my face heating up because of all that ill-attention. Half the people in the room looked sympathetically at me but they did nothing to save me. I clenched my teeth to hold back from talking all over the man who knew exactly what he was doing.

“Good”, V commented but his eyes stayed on me. Slowly his smile came back and he tilted his head to the side. “You’re going to look pretty on the big screens.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his suit pants—at least he didn’t touch me. I could sense his contentment.

I on the other hand got goosebumps at his statement and felt my heart drop. All the images that I had feared were gradually coming true and I didn’t know how to stop it without paying with my life for it.

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[luxora]

Blackpink -> {Mafia AU} -> They Protect you

Requested: Yes

Group: Blackpink

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warning: Unwanted attention. Violence. Swearing.

Jisoo

Jisoo kept you out of the limelight for a reason, and it was because she knew of the dangers that you and her would face once others found out that you were connected to her in an intimate way. While you said that you understood why she was keeping you a secret, it still ate away at your anxiety due to you inability to simply show your love for Jisoo in public, which was the naive root of reason for your choice to attend the event which Jisoo was invited to, a part of you simply having enough of staying silent.

She did not know that you had followed her, not at first. It was an event being held by an ally to the gang, Jisoo being invited due to her big name, as well to reassert her position in the alliance since her power was far more exceeding than her ally. There were many guests attending the event, and she behaved as civilly as she could, greeting and conversing with the guests while keeping a keen eye on everything which was occurring in order to ensure her safety as well to mentally associate are guests to their specific loyalties.

It was some part of the evening that the guests began to come rowdy, due to the alcoholic beverages which were served and spiked, which prompted Jisoo to make her departure soon as mafia members with the influence of alcohol was hardly the company that she wanted to converse with. She would rather return home to you where she can relax and finally feel at peace again. At the thought of you, Jisoo began to smile, which did not go unnoticed by the guest she was conversing with, but before they could ask what had humored Jisoo, a sudden shout caught everyone’s attention.

“You fucking bitch!”

Jisoo turned and her eyes widened when she immediately recognized you in the crowd, being a part of the ruckus which had just caught everyone’s attention. You were nursing your hand as you stumbled away from the obviously drunk guest who was clutching their nose as blood ran from it, glaring at you intensely while you looked around and realised that the everyone’s attention was on you.

The party guest had become quite handsy and before you knew it, you had punched them as they tried to cop a feel, but that only seemed to be the worse thing that you could have done as now everyone was staring at you, and those familiar eyes which you adored were now locked with yours as Jisoo realised that you had followed her to the event, and now was in a very vulnerable position with a drunk party guest.

“You come dressed like that and take a swing at me! I’ll fucking show you!”

You turned around to the guest you had punched, stumbling away as they took a drunken swing at you and missed completely, stumbling over themselves to the floor before picking themselves back up. They glared at you and stumbled closer, you unable to find the space to escape as they geared up for another swing, this time you being certain that they would hit you this time as there was nowhere for you to escape.

But then they were suddenly shoved to the floor, letting out a drunken yell as they hit the floor hard from the sudden side impact. You turned and saw Jisoo glaring intensely at them before locking eyes with you, her eyes boring into yours and a scowl fixed to her face before she reached out and grabbed you by the wrist.

“We’re leaving.” She stated, pulling you away and immediately dragging you towards the exit with her eyes fixed in front of her as she tried to ignore the multiple murmurs traveling through the crowd, her act of saving you from the drunken guest not going unnoticed.

“Jisoo-” She cut you off with one fierce glare over her shoulder, her grip tightening around your wrist as she hauled you out the room.

“We. Are. Leaving.”

And she would deal with the effects of your sudden appearance afterwards, but first she needed to get you out of there before people discover the extent of your connection to her.

Jennie

It was actually quite laughable how these buffoons were attempting to look intimidating as you and Jennie were walking to her car after a lovely evening out with just spending time together. Jennie had treated you tonight, simply smothering you in her love and attention after being gone for so long on a mission and she knew that you appreciated the date, and now it was becoming ruined because of some amateur criminals trying to mug the two of you as she had unlocked her car.

“Just give us the bags and the keys ladies, then we will let you walk.” The supposed leader ordered Jennie, holding a pocket knife to the two of you while his buddies where beside him, trying to look as intimidating as possible. But Jennie was not phased at all.

“I’d rather not. They’re Chanel and I’ve just bought this.” Jennie indicated towards the car with her chin, it being the newest model of its make which she had just purchased for a gift to herself and you. She was not going to just hand it over to a petty criminal who couldn’t even stand up straight.

“Bitch, hand it over, otherwise we will do much worse things to you and your girlfriend.” He growled, smirking darkly as his eyes trailed your figure, lust flashing in his eyes.

You immediately grabbed at Jennie’s arm, whimpering in fear as you felt all of the men’s gazes on you, their dark smirks not going unnoticed. Protectiveness immediately filled Jennie and she all but pulled you behind her to keep you out of sight, her eye narrowed in anger as she glared at them with dark intensity.

“Don’t you dare look at her.” She growled, the fact that they were even hinting at the possibility of touching you was filling her with fury. She began to push you towards the car door, opening it without removing her eyes from the petty criminals and forcing you inside as she moved to stand in front of the passenger door to block it from the others. “You are not laying a finger on her.”

“That is not up to you princess.” The petty criminal grunted, smirking as he decided to close the space between him and the two of you, his pocket knife barely glinting in the evening as he got close to Jennie and held it towards her as if it was threatening enough.

Jennie glanced at the knife and then at the criminals as they closed in before glancing at you. Your eyes were wide in terror and you had no idea what was going through Jennie’s head, but you knew that she would not let them lay a hand on you. She said that she will protect you from everything, and she was going to make due on that promise as she stepped away from the car to close the door shut before finally turning her attention back to the petty criminals  with a new focus, now knowing that you were relatively safe from fire.

Jennie grabbed at the man with the knife first,easily twitching it out of his grip with practiced ease before slicing his forearm with his own knife, making him scream in pain. She then quickly turned to the others and in a flurry of quick dodges and jabs, stabbed them critically and moved to the ringleader once again to grab him by the throat and hold his own knife against his cheek. She reveled in his fear, especially not too long ago he was trying to to appear as if he was the one to be feared between the two of them.

“Usually I would slice you up and feed you to the bottom feeders in the ocean, but my girlfriend is watching. So I am going to let you all go now, but if I ever see you again, I’ll kill you. Got that princess?” She said mockingly, smirking darkly at the hurried nod he gave her before she suddenly stabbed him in the shoulder, leaving the pocket knife in as she shoved him to the ground as he wailed in pain.

She looked at the other that were all clutching their wounds, moaning or wailing in pain due to the precise stabs that Jennie has gave them. She was half tempted to make sure that her gang finds out more about them, or rather that she carries out their punishments even further, but she remembered you still being in the car and she would hate for this night to become more ruined than it already was. So with a sigh, she turned back and walked to her side of the car and climbed in, locking eyes with you immediately as you looked at her in shock. She reached over to strap in your seat belt.

“Let’s go home angel.” She said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling away to start the car, not saying a word as she began to drive the two of you back home with her hand on your knee to keep you and herself grounded from the emotions invoked from the failed mugging.

Chaeyoung

You knew better than to wander off on your own, especially considering the type of company which Chaeyoung was conversing with in these type of settings. But you decided to venture forth despite Chaeyoung telling you to stay close to her in order to make others aware that you were with her, thinking that she was simply being possessive or exaggerating about the possible dangers you could face by being on your own.

Only for you to find out that that Chaeyoung was in fact not exaggerating as two men who did not know of you connection with Chaeyoung decided that you would serve as their entertainment for the night, unaware of the danger that they were putting themselves in by daring to touch you.

Chaeyoung noticed your absence from her side, angering her as she specifically told you to stay by her side. The words of the people she was conversing with fell upon deaf ears as Chaeyoung scoured through the crowd to try catch sight of you from her position, the lighting of the room hardly helping as it covered everyone in half shadows. But then she noticed movement near the exit and she just caught sight of the red jacket you had opted to wear that night despite her want for you to wear more subdued colours.

She saw you getting tugged and pushed out by two men and that immediately caused her to act, removing herself from the conversation and pushing her way through the crowd to the exit where immediately tried to detect your location, listening for your voice and looking around rapidly for any sign of you.

And then she heard a scream.

The men had your mouth muffled the whole time as they pulled you away, you fighting back with everything that you could but there was only so much you could do against two large men. They had pulled you behind the building, both chuckling darkly as they were amused by your struggling, but then you managed to pull your mouth far enough from the man’s hand and bit down hard on it, forcing out a scream from his lips as you tasted blood.

“You fucking bitch!“ He screamed, tossing you harshly to the ground while he cradled his hand, a clear red bite mark with broken skin left in the middle of his hand.

Your head hit the ground hard, and you groaned in pain as you vision went slightly dizzy from the impact, curling your body into yourself as you stared at the two men as they turned to you. The man which you had bitten growled before he took a few steps towards you, his uninjured hand tightened into a fist.

“I am going to make you pay for that, you lousy fucking bitch!” He screamed, lifting his foot in preparation to kick you. You immediately closed your eyes and covered your head with your arms to brace yourself for the kick, wincing in preparation for the oncoming pain.

Only it didn’t come.

Instead you heard the sound of a fist hitting something and then you heard the pained gasp of one of the men, along with the surprised voice of the other when you then heard a rather female sounding growl and curse, causing you to open your eyes and watch in shock and relief as you watched Chaeyoung completely apprehend the two men.

Chaeyoung grabbed the bitten man’s hand and twisted it until she heard the satisfying sound of the bone breaking, along with the scream of pain, before turning her attention to the other man to do the same. She then finished them both off with solid punches to their faces, knocking them out entirely. She glared at their bodies for a long while before finally turning to you, hurrying over to your side and lifting you up to a sitting position.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” She asked, her voice filled with worry while her eyes scanned you from head to toe for injury. You slowly shook her head and pressed yourself into her body, shaking as you allowed your emotions to take over.

“I-I’m so sorry Chae...” Chaeyoung immediately wrapped her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting her chin on top of your head as she held you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re alright.”

While she was contemplating to punish you for not listening to her, she knew better than to do that. You had suffered enough, and Chaeyoung was fortunate enough to had gotten to you in time. You didn’t scolding from her, just comfort. So that was what she was going to give you.

Lisa

Lisa was favored by her subordinates due to her reckless nature and the free reign she gives to her subordinates in most things. While she was a lethal individual due to her skills, she allowed them the freedom to do what they wanted, mixing the lines between boss and friend due to how involved she would become with them , especially with celebrations. She drank with them, play poker with them, and overall just connected with them on a personal level which made her both adored and respected by her subordinates.

Before she had met you, she was quite the loose cannon. She spent her nights with different people, being the vivid fan of one night stands with no strings attached. They were all memorable and passionate and Lisa savored the freedom she had to have anyone she wanted, but you were the first one to ever make her consider settling.

You brought a change to her life which Lisa never thought that she needed. You were just a constant which kept her in line, who reigned her in when she got too wild. You managed to capture her heart and somehow she had managed to do the same despite her reputation and obviously dangerous occupation. Your happiness became her top priority, so much so that she was perhaps considerations to leave the gang world all together so that she could spend a safe, happy life with you without the need of looking over her shoulder all the time.

She was just considering it, however her consideration reached the ears of her subordinates and there was nothing worse that they could imagine than with Lisa leaving the gang. And they blamed you for it. So they decided to try get rid of you before you influence on Lisa spread further.

While it was not common, you would at times come to the gang’s base to visit Lisa, the gang already aware of you connection to her, as well as Lisa’s obvious love for you. So you would say you were fairly comfortable around the gang members, even though you did not really condone their actions as gang members. So when you saw a few of Lisa’s subordinates as you were walking towards Lisa’s office, you did not really think of anything bad happening to you when you greeted them. You were beyond shocked when you suddenly felt yourself slammed against the wall and a knife held to your throat.

“W-What are you-”

“If you think we will allow you to take our boss away, then you are stupider than you look.” One of the growled, pressing the knife against your neck and making a shallow cut which made you gasp in pain. “But since you are her sweetheart, we will make it quick. We will say it was a freak accident.”

But before anything permanent could be done, the sound of gunshot broke into the corridor and the subordinate who was holding you at knife point fell to the floor with a pained shout, clutching at his arm which you now noticed was bleeding. Everyone turned and gasped at Lisa, who was fuming with her gun raised as she glared at her subordinates before settling her gaze on you, immediately noticing the bleeding line on your throat.

She saw red.

Lisa immediately fired a few more shots, critically hitting her subordinates before hurrying over to you, dropping her gun to cup your face and force it upwards so that she could inspect your neck. Her breath was shaky as took it in, eventually forcing your head down so that she could look at you again.

“I’m so sorry baby.” She whimpered, leaning in and pressing a remorseful kiss on your forehead before pulling you away from the wall, her arm wrapping itself around you as she led you away, her bleeding subordinates left on the floor as guided you in the direction to the medic bay.

“L-Lisa-”

“We need to get your neck looked at baby, I am so sorry that they did that.”

“Lisa-”

“They never should have laid their hands on you. Your knife never shoulder have been put in danger. I am so sorry.”

Regret filled Lisa to the brim, making her feel twisted and wretched on the inside because she felt responsible for you nearly getting killed all because of her subordinate who were more than loyal to her. She simply could not allow it to happen again. She was now taking serious consideration about her gang life and her personal life with you. She had to prioritize one and she always said that you were going to be her beginning and end. Perhaps it was now time for her to think about her future beyond the gang.

#blackpink #blackpink reactions #blackpink scenarios #blackpink imagines #girl groups #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions #girl group imagines #mafia au #mafia blackpink scenarios #mafia blackpink imagines #mafia blackpink reactions #mafia blackpink

[after-midnight-rp]

The following survivor has decided to step beyond the borders and go onto their new adventure

Blackpink's Jennie

is now free to be taken.

#departure #jennie #blackpink jennie #after midnight rp #aftermidnightrp #after midnight #post apocalypse #postapocalyptic #mafia rp #masterxslave

[jentledaisies]

*Rosé had been gone for about a week for some work related business and just got back when suddenly she got tackled to the ground by her one and only most beautiful darling, when suddenly she felt tears on her shoulder.*

"m sorry.. I just missed you so much, I was so lonely the entire week and I had nothing to do :(("

-🖊️🍍🍎🖊️

Rosé smiles as she sits up, holding you in an equally tight embrace in the dark foyer. "Sweetheart....shouldn't you be asleep?"

At the small glare you send her she chuckles and. presses a kiss onto your lips. "I missed you more than you can ever imagine. But don't worry, I was watching and you were very good while I was away. Why don't we both go to sleep and I'll give you your reward in the morning. I've missed holding you."

#yandere game #blackpink yandere #yandere blackpink #yan!mafia!blackpink #yandere rosé #blackpink rosé

[kpopandmusicpassion]

"You know BTS?" Mark asked, suprised.

"Yes. I have class with all of them. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are the annoying 3 musketeers I told you about. Jin and I are partners in cooking class. Hoseok helps me in dance class. Technically Namjoon and I both have a free period and we go outside and talk or I usually listen to his rambling. And I always make copies of the notes for Yoongi since he's always asleep." Lainey explained.

"You know they're like us and the girls, right?" Jay B asked.

"Seriously? What am I? A Mafia magnet? I blame you, big brother. It's all your fault." She pouted at her older brother.

"Don't blame me! You're the one making friends with them!" Mark said. She rolled her eyes.

#mafia #bts x oc #bts #blackpink #got7

[mlcya]

After being part of a mafia family (BTS FF) - Introduction (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1288689149-after-being-part-of-a-mafia-family-bts-ff?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=cya12162&wp_originator=%2F3e%2F0Qc98%2BqzJC49GxlloYp%2F9i9QuIyeceBQV0vwkNEHqiALnGs4Gv7SwWxaCFK73GcNFCHz2470CionqqqEATjPQiVHcdu1Rcy0sibGLUql4ycHMC8R2eBt%2BjmyZ2B7 Life after being part of the mafia king's family. Lots of secrets are hidden. Painful past, and unwanted memories. Many enemies looking for her and what will happen to her? Not knowing the truth, deep down someone is waiting for her, someone who is part of all of this, and someone who made her life like this. A sweet girl change into someone she doesn't even know herself. Fanfantaci between BTS and other k-pop artists ×Y/n (your name)

#blackpink #btsfanfic #kpop #mafia #slowupdates #stepbrother #straykids #txt #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading