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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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BTBY Season 2 Premier

It’s Baaaaaaack!!!! (chapter 17 XD)

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

For those of you who want to start at the beginning here is Chapter 1

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You let yourself feel like total shit for about two weeks before you started to get back to your life. You texted your cop friend about getting your stuff out of your old apartment. When the two of you showed up, Ben was confused but quickly helped you pack. He wouldn’t even look at you at first. Your cop friend, Danielle, waited outside.

“You owe me at least some fucking answers.” You growl as you throw your books into a small box. “It’s super shitty to wake up from a coma and have your fiancé act like a fucking weirdo and then leave you.”

“I don’t owe you shit. You don’t need me,” Ben scoffs, throwing your clothes into a box. He is all too willing to help you pack. “You have a soulmate.”

You take off your engagement ring and slam it down on the counter. “Yeah? So what? Until 3 weeks ago I still wanted to be with you. Even though I did have a soulmate. We knew that, we both had marks.” You pause, emptying your night stand contents into a box. You glare over ar Ben, and that’s when you see it. “What the fuck?” You say as you notice the mark on Ben’s bicep glowing. Now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time he went topless around you. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had gone to bed at the same time or been intimate without the lights out. It worked well enough for you and your schedule. You had kept a steady supply of heavy make-up and chunky watches over your wrist.

Ben doesn’t notice at first. “Yeah well things change.” He stuffs your dresses into a trash bag.

“Hey! Those are expensive. Stop touching my shit. I see your fucking arm. I’m not stupid. How long?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Fine I’ll go pack your stupid coffee mugs.”

“No. You’ll break them.” You’re starting to get heated, “ Just give me some time to pack and stop being such an asshole. I don’t understand how we can be together for years and all of a sudden you’re so mean to me. I see your fucking soulmark glowing. Don’t act like that doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

“You’re right. It has everything to do with this” Ben yells. “Because when I met my soulmate, she was fucking perfect for me. Perfect. And I sent her away because of you. I treated her like some mistress because I was already committed to you. And it turns out you had already met your soulmate. You thought you could have it both ways. Well you can’t.” He yelled at you.

You sit there dumbfounded. He had met his soulmate too and hadn’t told you. That’s not what stuck out to you though. “Your mistress? How long have you been fucking her?”

Ben looked away.

“In our house?!?” Your hands flew up to your face. “That’s why you were a fucking psycho about the key and why you had the locks changed. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.”

Ben put his hands in his pockets and looked away, “Whatever. She’s my soulmate. Sorry if you were able to resist fucking yours.”

Your face was beet red. Of course you hadn’t been able to resist. But this betrayal felt worse. In your house. While you were gone working. While you were in the hospital. “I fucking hate you.” You say, tears falling involuntarily down your face. “How long?”

Danielle walks in, having heard shouting. “Everything ok in here?”

You wipe your face. “Relatively.” You say to her and then turn back to Ben, “How long?”

“5 months.”

“Come on man, just take a drive or something for an hour. I’ll help her pack. You don’t need to make this any harder.” Danielle sighed, leaning against the door frame.

“Yeah whatever. Get all the shit you need because this is the last time you’re going to be here.”

“My name’s on the lease, asshole.”

“I cancelled the lease. I’m moving out of here at the end of the month.” He walks out.

You stand there, crying even though you don’t want to. “Sorry.” You say to your friend.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry he’s being a dick. It’s not my first rodeo, this happens way more often than you think. I’m glad you called me. What should I pack next?”

You sniffle, grateful to have such good friends. “Coffee mugs. If they have a dumb slogan on them or an animal, they’re mine.”

The two of you get all your stuff packed into a few boxes and loaded into Danielle’s truck. Xavier and Joe help you get them all stacked into the living room. You are suddenly embarrassed once again.

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“What am I going to do?” You ask Xavier, you two are watching Netflix on the couch, which is also your bed. “I can’t keep living here. Especially with my 20 boxes clogging up your living room.”

“Honey, it’s only been a few weeks. And you’re still recovering. Stretch your legs.” He flips through the Netflix screen.

You stand up obediently. “Ughhh….why didn’t I notice?”

“People see what they want to see.” He sighs. “Have you texted Namjoon?”

You looked over at him. “No. Why would I do that?”

“Umm because he’s fucking perfect and your soulmate and he’s hot and smart and funny and good in bed and I could keep going.”

“Oh how sweet, you guys are talking about me.” Joe teases as he enters the room.

“Yes. Of course we are.” Xavier pretends to be shocked.

Joe laughs and sits on the couch. “Let me guess? Namjoon?”

You roll your eyes, continuing to stretch. “Yes. But there’s nothing to say. He’s busy. He travels constantly. He doesn’t want a soulmate. That’s like his thing. Brooding and telling me he doesn’t want me while also running his fingers through my hair and being nice to me. It’s fucked up.”

“Maybe he didn’t want a soulmate until he met you and now he’s conflicted.” Joe theorizes.

“And maybe he’s a narcissist who wanted to have his soulmark eradicated because it was annoying to him that I got into a car accident.” You roll your eyes. It was much easier to be irritated with him when he wasn’t there looking at you with his sweet puppy-dog eyes.

“But he didn’t.” Xavier adds.

You pout and continue your stretches. Until all of a sudden you feel like your hand got hit with an iron skillet. You go down to the ground.

“[Y/N]!” Xavier yells and jumps off the couch, afraid your legs have given out on you.

“MOTHERFUCKER. Give me my phone.” You growl out.

Joe laughs. He feels bad but he laughs anyways and tosses your phone to Xavier.

You snatch it with the hand that doesn’t hurt.

YN: What in the everliving fuck did you just do?

A few moments pass by.

NJ: Sorry. A chair fell over during a song onto my hand and then Tae stepped on it. I’m sorry.

You growl and throw the phone over to the couch. “Maybe we should have had these eradicated. This is fucking stupid.”

Xavier and Joe exchange a look. “I’ll go get some snacks.” Joe excuses himself to the kitchen.

“Don’t be a brat. Come on,” He pulls you up.

He picks up your phone.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Being a nice human being,” he starts texting.

“No, no, no.” You lunge for your phone. You see him smirk and then he hands the phone to you. You look down.

YN: I hope your hand is ok <3

“A heart!?!?! You sent a fucking heart emoji!?! I hate you.” You bury your face in your hands. Xavier starts cackling. “Hate hate hate.”

Joe walks back in holding a bag of chips and a bow of dip. “What did I miss?” He sits them down on the coffee table.

“Your boyfriend, ruining my life.” You say dramatically and hand him the phone.

Joe laughs as a ping goes off. He reads the message and raises his eyebrows.

“God no. No.” You say afraid to touch the device which has now been desecrated by Xavier’s heart emoji.

Joe leans over and shows Xavier the message you received. You cover your face with your hands.

Xavier looks over. “Do you want to see it?”

“No. Yes. Yes no.”

He hands you the phone.

NJ: It will be fine. How are you?

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

You stare at your two friends.

“He’s apparently feeling chatty.” Xavier smiles.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh…….” You sigh.

YN: Not great. But I’ll be fine. What city are you in?

NJ: Paris. Yeah. You got super pissed earlier today.

YN: Yeah. But I didn’t get hit by any cars so at least there’s that.

You didn’t get any messages for a while so you sat the phone back down on the coffee table.

“Still hate me?” Xavier asks jokingly.

“This much,” You pinch your fingers so they are almost touching.

“Acceptable.” He says, having finally settled on what show you all will all watch. NEXT CHAPTER

@calling-dips-on-j-hope @ghostkat23 @cuteipat @marianeamine @thisisval @almonte12 @themisunderstoodblackswan @bobbyboops

#bts fic #bts namjoon x reader #namjoon scenarios #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #bts rm x reader #rm x y/n #namjoon x y/n #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts soulmate au

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sureivy · 4 years

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is that HALSEY? no, that’s just IVY CALDER. SHE is TWENTY-FOUR years old and is an EMPLOYEE AT DON’T FRET & PAWS 4 LOVE. rumor has it they’ve been in town for FOUR MONTHS / TEN YEARS. on a good day, they’re CREATIVE & VERSATILE. but watch out! they can also be IRRESPONSIBLE & VOLATILE. TRIGGER BANG BY LILY ALLEN (FT. GIGGS) plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

hello my pals ! i’m amy ( 20 // est // she/her ) and i am super excited to be here! we also over here bringing back a fairly old muse (i,, apparently,, play her during election years,,) with a couple of tweaks, so we love that for me! also! pls forgive me if this is lowkey disorganized, we’ve been in and out of airports all day! can’t wait to contract that sexy corona!

QUICK FACTS:

full name: ivy rose calder

date of birth: may 2, 1995

*does not perfectly reflect the below big three zodiac chart because that’s too much math

zodiac big three: taurus sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual ( preference for women bc we luv that for her but we also luv leaving things open to chemistry )

education: high school diploma

enneagram: 7w8?

mbti: enfp

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

positive traits: creative, versatile, passionate, compassionate

negative traits: irresponsible, volatile, impressionable, hedonistic

BACKGROUND INFO:

triggers: brief implied sexual abuse, suicide, a lot of death talk?, drug abuse ( desoxyn ), overdose

ivy lived the first eight years of her life in newark, nj. she had a mere family of three – her mother, a model-turned-stay-at-home-mom, her father, a politician, and herself. she was much closer to her mother, but she and her father were close at night.

when her mother finally found out about this, she wasted no time in taking ivy’s father’s side. what a good mom! instead, ya girl was already getting in touch with cps herself... but wow... it was gonna ruin his career in politics :\

“Now, one thing I lerned from Storys is, when something big is about to okur, a riter will go: Then it hapened! This tells the reeder: Get Reddy. Here I go: Then it hapened!” - fox 8

then it happened!

humiliated, clearly never getting a platform back, and absolutely bitter, ivy’s father killed himself before being sent to prison.

Very Tragique™

ok. so. to distance themselves from the poor memories, but to save money, ivy and her mother moved to springhill, temporarily sharing ivy’s aunt’s apartment while her mother began collecting enough money to buy an apartment of their own and keep it.

during this time, ivy was seeing a lot of people and she didn’t know why! they asked questions about her mental health, but she didn’t know why! i mean, totally not traumatic, right?

yes. instead of managing communication well, she became very fascinated by the concept of death. she had many questions about it, she, a youth, had some extended conversations with clergymen about it –– she never killed any animals, god forbid, but she was absolutely fascinated when she ran across them.

SO CLEARLY THAT WAS ALSO TRYING TO BE DEALT WITH.

ok, i’m gonna skip ahead a little. now in teen years and still fascinated by death, but in a healthier way!, and no longer in therapy because... like... that costs a lot of money!

she dealt with it the best she could. became enamored with music... because why wouldn’t she? some covers here and there, some originals here and there, living that youtube lyf, but not expecting anything to come of it. just liked validation! mood!

she also dealt with it the worst she could! became enamored with drugs! naturally, it started out small. some weed, some lsd, some molly –– you know, just drugs that you don’t typically think of as addictive. although her grades suffered, it was harmless enough...

upon graduating high school, she figured... no college. instead, with barely any money to her name, she was like “i... will go to new york... and i will become famous.”

and she did! she did go to new york! she found a few sketchy places that didn’t charge much for a few nights as she began networking - both socially and “i would like to be known for music” (i literally just forgot the word for networking like..... employment wise.... y’all i’m so dumb). when she’d made some friends, she began crashing on couches that were not quite as sketchy!

but :\ she did meet these friends in sketchy places :\ and they were like “ok here r some new and more addictive drugs for u to try!”

what she wound up abusing using the most was desoxyn. it kept her awake, it kept her focused, it even shed a few pounds to create an excellent figure! what wasn’t to love!

i mean it’s literally a prescription methamphetamine,,, when abused,,, literally almost exact same effects as meth,,, but when meth mouth, skin lesions, acne, etc aren’t occurring as a side effect? who was she to care!

20, she released an actual ep with the help of a super cool friend who made everyone call him puppy mills! wow! things were excellent! it wasn’t necessarily seeing mainstream traction, but there was a decent enough following! enough to release an album at 22!

perfect timing, btw! desoxyn was starting to become too expensive for puppy to afford and trying to fake having such a severe form of adhd that desoxyn would be prescribed as opposed to something like ritalin or adderal when it’s literally illegal to prescribe in some countries now?? too hard :\ but the money from the album helped her and puppy!

*olaf vc* puppy died. *end vc*

she was there for it too. she thought it was just a freak-out, took a LITTLE too much, but not OVERDOSE worthy... then he l i t e r a l l y died. and it was a painful death!

“oh wow! maybe prescription meth isn’t super cool after all! shucks!” but that was also an opening?? to visit death herself?? like... she didn’t necessarily want to die (sort of), but she wanted... an answer to the question that had plagued her her entire life... so she was like “ok hope i die then someone revives me but if i die then :\ i guess i die!”

did not die. but also did not get a satisfying answer to her question. the only way it would’ve been truly satisfying? if she had been dead for longer than a minute - then it would’ve given a definite answer! because the answer she received was just nothingness which, while peaceful... is it true?

she tried to detox alone, what because rehab is a business, and it... only... sort of worked. she would be clean for a few weeks, then fall back in, then clean for a few weeks, then fall back in. whenever she wasn’t just naturally focused and awake, or whenever what she was focused on was the past, she would fall back in.

i mean, a side effect is memory loss, so win/win!

she made the semi-wise decision to move back to springhill. wisest would’ve been to just move to a town/city she had absolutely no memories in, but better than moving back to newark!

so... without much to show, and with an unreliable streak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to start looking for much of an occupation – but she still needed money! so she began working at don’t fret out of a love for music, then began working at the animal shelter after completing training.

the main training was, of course, for putting animals to sleep.

FULL CIRCLE.

ah yes. how she pretends it’s healthy... even tho there are studies and statistics relating suicide to veterinarians and shelter workers who euthanize animals... ah yes.

has been back for four months now. love that. do not know how to finish this.

TL ; DR:

born in newark. moved to springhill at 8. childhood trauma that she is still carrying causes fascination with death. “i love music.” moved to ny at 18 because realistic. childhood trauma also causes dependency on desoxyn. releases an ep and an album. does not become famous, but they both have decent traction. moves back after an overdose. relapses... often. now sells records and puts animals to sleep. miss american dream since she was 17, amirite?

PERSONALITY / MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

one person one week, a totally different person the next.

wants to please people, but also wants to be her own person? it’s a whole deal!

in spite of her slight icarian incident, she still hopes to maybe one day become a real musician and performer. until then, we selling records and saying ‘goodbye’ to sweet animals!

can truly flip like a switch in interactions! does love ruining things for herself! almost always feels bad after bc :\ damn :\ alright :\

i’m very bad at these sections i really hate that i always include them!

is still avoiding healthy coping mechanisms. love that for her.

favorite movie is, unironically, the bee movie. favorite horror movie is cats.

SO GOOD at memorizing random lines or trivia. could probably recite literally all of who’s afraid of virginia woolf? other than that?? her memory is so bad. hate drugs for that :\

she uses her hair to express herself! (that sounds really boring.) ...she uses her hair to express herself!

but no. seriously. wears the black shag weave the most, followed by the blue/yellow combo ( we stan the badlands aesthetic ). occasionally forays into other colors and styles when money permits, but it’s usually gonna be one of those two!!

was an envy on the coast stan in high school which makes an inappropriate amount of sense.

will go out and steal the dumbest shit when she’s drunk. has a history of stealing chickens.

once again: hate that i always include these!! feel free 2 j consult the personality parts in the quick facts!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

ok we gonna list some general ones for right now! all are open to multiple people unless there’s an asterisk by it!

close friends –– moonie, teagan,

ride or die

childhood friends –– moonie,

bad influence ( mutual or her on them ) –– veronica ( mutual ),

good influence ( them on her ) –– presley, hayden, gabrielle,

exes ( can be from high school or something like that if based in springhill, can be from 20s in new york if based in new york )

fwb –– trent,

will they, won’t they –– presley,

someone who knew her music ( can be neutral, a fan of it, or hate it afhkjsl ) –– presley, moonie, teagan, indiana,

will also possibly be sending in some wanted connections for things that are! more specific!

truly anything!! also up to brainstorm and/or look at yours if you have them!!

UPDATE: i have created a wc page so we luv that for me.

OK. like this or hmu if you’d like to plot!

#springhillintro #DONT WORRY THERE'S A TL;DR I. DIDNT KNOW WHEN TO STOP.#also!! am gonna leave the ooc post up for a few so i have reference for who liked it bc i must!!#depart for about an hour and a half and i do not want!! to forget!! y'all idk what im doing today.

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your-kpopmama · 6 years

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BANGTAN - Part One

The city was quiet for this time of night. The summer breeze flowing gently between the tall buildings that your walked between with Jin. He had given up on trying to keep a conversation going with you since the only responses he earned from you were hums of disinterest. Nerves on edge, you scanned the empty alleyway with keen eyes. You had five people coming in tonigh. Five people you did not know. Five people who all had one thing in common.

When you had spoke to Yoongi earlier that day, he tried to assure you it was the right thing. Your 'cop sense' was also agreeing with the words Yoongi muttered over the phone, but your normal brain was screaming to trust no one. You shoved your hands in your leather jacket, one foot tapping impatiently as Jin unlocked the heavy steel door in front of you. It was one of your old hideouts from when you first started your gun trade in Daegu. Eventually you moved on to a bigger building but this one was small, perfect for tonight's meeting. Thick manila envelopes rested heavy in your arms as you passed through the threshold, greeted by the musty smell of the old building.

It wasn't much. Three rooms and a bathroom. Still full of the tables and chairs you had left behind in case you needed it again one day, but that was four years ago. Dust lay heavy on everything - Jin set himself up to cleaning only causing dust to rise into the air earning coughs from the two of you. You spared a glace at the watch on your wrist. 9:49 PM. Eleven minutes until they were supposed to arrive. Yoongi had already met one of them earlier in the week. According to him, Namjoon - or NJ as he was referred to - was a very interesting character. When you asked what he meant by that, Yoongi just smiled and said you would find out when you met up with them.

Taking a seat on one of the folding chairs that was brought out by Jin, you stared at the door in a nervous anticipation. You had seen their files. Learned their backstories. You practically knew more about these people than you knew about yourself. Were they offered the same information on you, as you were on them? Two of them you knew, however, back when you were a cop over five years ago. Dr. Jeon Jungkook was the victim of a stabbing from the South Bend drug dealers. You worked his case and had to cover it up according to the higher ups. You never questioned why, but at that time you didn't press it. You were already running your illegal gun trading. You didn't want the connections made.

Then there was Park Jimin - or Jimmy Park - as his alias stated on his forged documents. He had been taken in by a man who worked for South Bend at one point. Clients paid him to dig up dirt on people they needed out of their way and then be quickly disposed of. Jimin had a falling out with his 'dad' and ended up working on the good -or what you would call good - side. He was the one who you had met the night you and Jin barely escaped from Gwancheon. You never did have the chance to thank him for getting you two out and setting you up for a better life than you could imagine.

9:57PM. You shook your head gently as you glanced at your watch one more time. These people were definitely punctual. As the thought entered your brain, the loud grating sound of the door being pushed open caught your attention and brought Jin out from the backroom with a startled expression. Any loud noise still had him jumping at the shadows. For someone who dealt in guns and knew the inner workings of every weapon, he was a gentle and quiet man.

A tall man with blonde hair walked through the door. Glasses perched on his nose, a sense of wariness following on him. His clothes were wrinkled and his forefinger tapped like a nervous tick against his sweats. He seemed like he didn't trust anyone just from the way his eyes shifted back and forth, taking in the building he was in. His eyes caught you standing up from your chair as you gestured for him to come closer and take a seat in a chair that Jin sat down for him. He must be NJ.

Followed right behind him came another tall blonde with a black bandana tied around his head. Black, ripped jeans and a grey tshirt covered in grease stains. His eyes were wide and curious as he turned and looked at his surroundings, nodding to himself as if he was pleased with what he saw.

"You must be Taehyung." you said holding your hand out for him to shake after he got closer to you. A large smile popped up on his face as he took your hand in his dirty one.

"That's right! You must be, Y/N. Sorry about the appearance. Work ran a little late today." his smile never wavering. So your suspicions had been correct, they knew about you too. Taehyung took the chair beside NJ and nodded in his direction. NJ just nodded back slightly, his finger still tapping against his leg.

"Jin! Come sit down. We can work on all that stuff later. Bring those packets with you please." You called through the open door where Jin had disappeared once again. He had it in his mind that he was going to get the hideout in tip top shape before everyone got here. You heard a loud crash from the back and an curse ring out. "You okay?" You got up and went to check on him, Taehyung followed you to see if you needed help. When you rounded the corner all you could do was laugh. Jin had managed to knock everything off the counter in the makeshift kitchen leaving tea and snacks all over the floor.

"Ooh! Snacks!" Taehyung spoke up behind you, working his way around you to grab a cookie off the floor and eat it after dusting it off. "Damn, these are good. Did you make these yourself?" he looked at Jin with wide eyes, to which Jin just nodded as he stared at his ruined cookies. Taehyung made himself busy helping Jin clean up while you excused yourself back out into the main room.

"Everything alright?" NJ spoke up from where he sat at the metal table. You smiled and nodded letting him know what happened. He opened his mouth to say something to you but closed it just as fast, looking like he was debating on whether or not he wanted to say what he had on the tip of his tongue. Before he could make that decision though, the door opened again, snapping NJ's and your attention towards the entryway. In walked a man with a sharp face. He wore a deep purple velvet coat that fell to his knees. Everything about him screamed expensive. He wore a smile on his face as we waved at the two of you with ring clad fingers.

"Hello! I'm Hoseok, Hobi as my friend calls me." He walked with large strides until he was in front of you. He grabbed your hand and held it up to his lips, "Or you can call me Your Hope." he said and winked before he kissed your knuckles, earning him an eye roll from both you and NJ.

"I'm Y/N. Or Boss since that's what I am." you smirked and leaned against the table watching his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He looked to NJ for confirmation. The latter just shrugged and held his hands up.

"I thought this whole thing was owned by Yoongi? That's his name right? It's what was written on everyone's profiles. The word Leader was in big red letters." Hobi looked between the two people in front of him for confirmation.

"I'll explain everything when the other two get here." you said rubbing the back of your neck.

As if on cue, the last two people walked in together talking in hushed voices, heads pushed close together. Jimin and Jungkook. You anticipated their arrival more than anyone else's. Mainly Jungkook's. You had heard that he was angry after your coverup job. He wanted to know why. He spent two weeks coming into the station demanding to talk to you, but your higher ups eventually got him to quiet down about the whole thing with some bullshit excuse. If what Hobi had said was true, and everyone's profiles were distributed, then Jungkook already knew you were here. You wondered how he felt about that.

Jimin looked up first, his bright red hair reflecting off the dull yellow lights that hung overhead. The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you broke contact first when Jungkook was suddenly in front of you, staring you down. He didn't look angry, but he also didn't look particularly happy to see you.

"Detective Yoo." he stated. Just those two words sent chills down your spine.

"Dr. Jeon." you nodded in his direction. His eyes narrowed and scoffed.

"So you do remember me. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing." his eyes scanning you from head to toe leaving you feeling vulnerable. Something you didn't feel too often.

"Hey! I have snacks!" Taehyung yelled as he walked into the room with Jin, holding a new tray of tea and snacks before sitting them on the table.

"Is this a tea party? I thought we were here for business." Jungkook spoke as he flopped down in a seat beside Jimin who has remained quiet through the whole ordeal.

"I suggest you speak to Y/N with some respect. She's older than you and in charge of this whole thing." Jin scolded Jungkook as he sat down a cup of tea in front of him, glaring daggers at him.

"Whatever." he mumbled as he took a bite of cookie looking like a child who just got told he couldn't play with a certain toy.

"Okay. Everyone take a seat. I have some things to hand out and explain what exactly we are all doing here." you spoke over the chatter that everyone was partaking in while picking at their snacks.

Jin slid the stack of thick manila envelopes towards you, each one addressed to their proper owners. You walked around the table dropping the stacks in front of everyone, instructing everyone to open them.

"These are your new documents. Birth certificates, ID's, passports, citizen numbers, everything is new. Learn them. Also inside are three sets of keys. One is for the apartment building we own. It grants you entry and you only. There is also a slip of paper attached to these keys. You need the passcode along with the key to enter your personal apartment within the building. The second set of keys is your personal vehicles. All of which are in the parking garage of the apartment building. Attached to that is another number for the passcode into the garage. The last set of keys. The most important set. Is the keys to the headquarters. There are two passcodes you must have to enter. Any questions so far?" you asked looking aound at everyone at the table.

"Where's Yoongi?" Hobi asked for the second time that night.

"He is back at headquarters. We had a shipment run late today and he stayed behind and let me take over the meeting. It was originally him who was going to conduct this but he felt that I would be better suited." you explained as you shuffled through the paperwork in front of you.

"So, you're like what, his bitch?" Jungkook input from the end of the table, earning everyone's eyebrows to go up. Everyone's except NJ's who seemed relatively passive this whole time.

"He's actually my bitch. I'm more of a behind the scenes kind of person. I've been in the business longer than Yoongi has, therefore I'm more well equipped to run this gang than he is. But because we negotiated certain terms, he's the face of Bangtan and I run it. It's what we decided." you challenged.

"What if someone else wants to run it?" Jungkook pressed.

"Then go start your own gang. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." you shrugged before leaning on the table to stare him down. His face flushed red and he sat back in his chair, silent once again. "Now, back to the introductions. I'm sure all of you are well aware who everyone is in this room. Thanks to Jimin, everyone received detailed backgrounds on everyone." a chorus of mumbled 'yes's floated through the room.

"Perfect. Since that is out of the way, let's move on. I'm sure all of you are wondering why you have all been gathered. Wondering what it is that all of us have in common. One thing that Jimin left out of the reports is that South Bend is what connects us all. Whether or not we used to be part of them," a few curses were let out, "or we were attacked by them. It does not matter what the cause was, what does matter is that we take this into our hands. They're taking over territories. Partaking in human traffiking. Kidnappings for money."

"Why is this our problem? Why not let the cops take care of it. Are we the Justice League?" Jungkook opened his mouth, yet again.

"Do you want more coverups, Jeon Jungkook? Coverups -like the ones that I had to do to your case - will happen more and more often. South Bend is owning the force. I know none of you are innocent. You sold drugs as a teenager. Hoseok robbed banks and stole money from people for a living. Taehyung performed grand theft auto at least three times a week before tearing the cars apart and selling them for a higher market price. NJ broke into the Blue House for government documents. Yoongi ran a gun ring in South Bend for three years before we met. Jin helped me run illegal gun trades for over five years while I was a cop on the force after he had to find his parents murderd by their maid who happened to be working for South Bend. Jimin worked for South Bend to take down innocent people who were in the way of corporate corruption. None of us are innocent. We aren't vigilantes. What we are doing is highly illegal. We aren't just doing this for the justice of those being affected by South Bend's latest bullshit, but we are building an empire in the process. Do you realize how much revenue we could bring in? Not just for ourselves, but for our towns and communities? What we do, is for money and for power, but also to give back. In it's own way, we are selfish. Money hungry criminals." you finished your speech in a huff, your eyes narrowed and finger pointing in Jungkook's direction. Everyone was silent, all eyes were on you. You were pissed, no doubt. You weren't going to let some snotty little kid degrad what you were trying to do.

When Yoongi first had proposed the idea and Jimin sent documents your way of who you should gather and why they were perfect fits, you thought it was an amazing plan. Gain control of things and not have to live in constant fear anymore, get revenge, and give back to those who have lived a hellish life thanks to South Bend. You never thought for one minute you were wanna be vigilantes. That you were going to get payback for everyone who suffered at their hands because your reasons were entirely selfish. As for why everyone else showed up tonight, you could only assume that they had selfish reasons to. You wanted to build this empire. You wanted this. And you were going to be damned if you let anyone second guess your decisions tonight.

"Any questions?" you asked through gritted teeth.

"No..." Jungkook said meekly.

"Great. Let's head out."

AN: AHHHHHHHHH. It’s finally here!!! So the chapters will alternate between written and texts. I wanted to write the first part because we have to see smartass Kook and the explanations would take too much to text. So, I hope you guys are ready!

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