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pocket update: new writer!

I practically begged little harem anon to write for us, and then she played hard to get but i FOUND HER and she’s finally HERE!!! Introducing our new lovely guest writer, Writer S♡

Writer S:

“Hello , I’m Writer S, previously known as little harem anon! I’m shy and awkward but I love this blog so here I am. I’m older than Jin by a less than a week. Yoongi is my beloved bias <3. I will be a fresh college graduate soon but I’m planning to make a ridiculous change in my career path so omg. Thank you for giving this blog love! I hope you like my writing too!

Writer S will probably only be with us for a little while bc she’s actually super cool and has a writing blog of her own. But I’m super excited to have her here, and she’ll be posting her first scenario very SOON to celebrate pocket-ARMY’s 100th Day :))

Please send our shy bean Writer S your love~! 

♡Admin K

To Hell and Back pt.3 | Jungkook

Greek mythology!bts / demigod!bts

Inspired by @kimnomster‘s fanart here, here, here, and here

Summary line: Jungkook will literally go to hell and back for you

Parts 2

It didn’t take long to travel to the Asphodel Meadows, and the biggest tree wasn’t hard to find. The only problem was when Hoseok opened up the trunk to reveal you.

“Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?” You had forgotten who you were, you forgot who Jungkook was. Jungkook jaw dropped slightly. He pulled you out of the trunk and into his arms, “Y/N. I’m Jungkook.” When he saw that you weren’t very responsive to your name or his, he glared at Hoseok, “Why doesn’t she remember anything?”

“Anyone who lives in the Asphodel Meadows must first drink from the River of Lethe. I didn’t give her any though; she’s not a permanent resident here. It must be this tree,” Hoseok touched the trunk, “This tree’s sustenance is the River of Lethe. It’s humid inside this trunk. The moisture must have gotten to her.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung stretched his hand out to deliver Jungkook the jug of ambrosia liquid. Jungkook quickly uncorked it and held it over your lips. You weakly tried to push away the jug, unsure if you should drink it. Who was this man with blood stained skin and armor? His body said warrior, his aura spilled wrath, and the only contradicting element to this person was the desperation in his eyes of having a lost lover.

“Please, Y/N. This will make you strong again.” Jungkook cooed and you finally gave in. When you had had your fill, your strength was recovered, but not your memories.

“Take her to the River of Mnemosyne to recover her memories.” Hoseok said. Jungkook carried you despite your quivering protests for the stranger to let go of you.

“I will never let go of you, Y/N. Save your breath.” Jungkook whispered harshly at you. He wasn’t mad at you, but this whole ordeal has been very frustrating for him. Namjoon sang in your ear, which helped you to relax in Jungkook’s arms, making the trip to the River of Mnemosyne a lot easier.

Jungkook sat down on the floor and set you down on his lap. He quickly took the sheath of his sword, ready to fill it up with the river beside him.

Taehyung and Namjoon were celebrating a little prematurely, dancing and singing quietly on the side so they wouldn’t draw much attention. But as luck would have it, Namjoon accidentally knocked into a soul who fell into the river.

“Oh my Zeus, I’m so sorry, sir!” Namjoon gasped as the man came out sputtering. He shook his head and climbed out of the water and rubbed the water out from his eyes. Jungkook was the first man he saw.

“You! You were the one who killed me and my men! The battle would have been ours if it wasn’t for your interference. You killed everyone on the battlefield!” The man exclaimed, the latent fury rising above again.

“No, your enemies were preparing seven catapults. You had more men but you had no resources on your side. If you attempted to find resources and build your own while letting your men face unnecessary battle, the outcome would have been the same, just long after I can end it.” Jungkook said without looking, unconcerned about the soul who now paid attention to him.

“You arrogant demigod. I will kill you!” The man took up Jungkook’s abandoned sword. Jungkook quickly emptied the sheath of the river’s liquid to hold off the sword. He was so close to helping you regain your memories. Jungkook’s teeth clenched at this extremely inconvenient disturbance.

Jungkook reached behind him for the shield on his back and brought it forward to hit the man on the head. The man stumbled backwards and looked up to see Jungkook already in position, ready for the fight. The man hollered as he ran towards Jungkook again with the sword up in the air. He attempted to strike Jungkook but Jungkook swung his shield to dodge the sword as well as push it away so he could punch the man.

“Quick, do something!” Taehyung yelled at Hoseok.

“I cannot interfere with the soul’s actions.” Hoseok shook his head. Taehyung watched helplessly as his friend continued to fight with the man of vengeful spirt. Despite Jungkook being much stronger, agile, and better fighter, vengeance was a strong motivator for the man to keep going.

Taehyung took the edge of his cloak and dipped it into the river.

“Y/N, please open up. This will help you remember who you are.” You looked at Taehyung and then at Jungkook. You hesitantly opened your mouth and let the drops of river fall into your mouth.

At that moment, everything came back to you.

The way Jimin’s eyes uncharacteristically lit up like flashes of lightning, the dirt sign you drew quickly before the inevitable, and the next thing you knew, you were cocooned in a tree trunk with the air cold. But the humidity was strong, so strong that you slowly slipped into weakness, confusion and forgetfulness until there was absolutely nothing.

None of that mattered at this moment though. What mattered was that the love of your life was fighting off a vengeful spirit.

The battle was quickly drawing attention. Namjoon’s music could only hold off the souls from the breaking point to join in, but waves of vengeance were rolling off of the crowd, creating a bigger crowd at every second the feelings of vengeance would influence souls in passing.

You looked beyond to see the River of Lethe across the way. You scrambled over there, passing by the crowd of souls who ignored you, despite Taehyung’s request to stay put. You reached around your neck for your pendant’s knot. The large pendant was the shape of a circular, concave shield. You scooped up some of the river into the back of your pendant and stood standby the fight. You waited for the perfect opportunity where Jungkook saw you and forced the man to go backwards, closer to you.

At the opportune moment, it was if you two had previously planned it. Jungkook lunged forward and held the man’s wrist, locking it. He sheathed the sword as you wrapped your arm around the man’s neck, putting him into a headlock. Jungkook grabbed the man’s jaw to open it and you forced the man to drink the water from the river.

The man’s muscles grew slack and his eyes glazed over. The two of you let go of him. Jungkook quickly pulled you behind him and kept his shield up as he handed you his sword and sheath. Namjoon was now back in control of the crowd, having everyone slowly go back into their ways.

“I can’t believe Jimin had the audacity to kidnap you. What was his point, anyway?” Seokjin shook his head as he hammered iron into shape. Jungkook had brought you to the home of his blacksmith, Seokjin. He was the son of Hephaestus and Aphrodite. It was quite obvious to everyone that he took after Aphrodite; it was almost suspicious if he was Hephaestus’ son at all. But with his natural potential in craftsmanship at a young age, Hephaestus was willing to compromise as long as Seokjin would learn the art of blacksmith by his side. As the son of Ares, Jungkook grew close with this beautiful blacksmith. He was a kind and humble man, except for when it was about his beauty.

Seokjin immediately settled you both down. In 10 minutes, Jungkook’s armor and weapons were clean. You had a blanket wrapped around you and hot soup in front of you. Jungkook stood in front of Seokjin’s forge, where there was the never-ending fire.

“No idea. I thought he was completely over the fact that Y/N chose me. I’m going to kill him, and then I’m going to ask him.” Jungkook tightened his fist.

“No, Jungkook. This wasn’t Jimin’s doing.” Everyone looked at you and Jungkook walked over to sit down beside you.

“What do you mean it wasn’t him? Then why’d you draw half a caduceus?”

“That was to tell you who took me, but it wasn’t his fault. He was under the influence.”

“Of who?” Jungkook’s blood began to boil. He was already mad at Jimin in the first place. Now that he knew his anger may be misdirected, he was even angrier. Jimin wasn’t exactly his close friend ever since Y/N chose him over Jimin, but at least Jimin remained on civil terms that were borderline friendly. It wasn’t fair that Jimin was used like this.

“Zeus.” You sighed, looking at your soup. You recalled those flashes of lightning in Jimin’s eyes once more.

“Your father? What is he doing, telling people to kidnap his daughter?” Taehyung asked.

“There’s been talk in Olympus that Zeus and Hera’s home has been thundering. They’ve been fighting but no one really knows why.” Seokjin said as his eyes were trained on the yellow-hot metal.

“With Hera, it’s always going to be about Zeus’ infidelity. But why bring this up now? You’ve been claimed by him since day one.” Namjoon shrugged. He strummed along to the beat of Seokjin’s hammer strikes on the metal, earning a friendly grin from the beautiful man with course hands.

“Y/N…who’s your mother?” Jungkook asked you. You glanced up at Jungkook and then back to your bowl, not that you were really trying to avoid his gaze.

“I don’t think my mother is who she says she is, and I have an idea of who my mother might be, I just don’t want to jump to conclusions just yet. I think my mother is Metis. Athena is Zeus’ favorite daughter, it’s already a sting to Hera that it was not a son or daughter born from her. Chalk up another offspring to Metis on Zeus’ scoreboard, Hera’s probably not having any of this again. 

“Zeus can’t outwardly do anything to help me, since everything is still speculation. It’s possible that he chose Jimin to hide me because he is the son of Hermes. He would have ways to close Argos eyes, and since he’s a psychopomp who travels the whole world to guide the dead into the underworld, it’s not suspicious that he visits the underworld often. The exact person Hera wants dead; it’s unimaginable to hide the person she wants dead at the exact place that holds dead people.” You looked up to see Jungkook’s jaw jumping. 

He was tired of this. It’s been over 72 hours since he’s shed any blood. All he needed now was revenge on the person who took you away from him, whoever it was. The one who took you away from him, held you hostage in the underworld, the one who forced him to use his connections to travel down to the underworld and back, and the instigator of his secret heartbreak when you couldn’t recognize him.

Seokjin finally dipped the metal in cold water, breaking the silence with a loud hiss from the cooling metal. He wiped it down and handed Jungkook a new sharp sword.

“I’m done talking. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Starting with Jimin.”

A/N: Don’t think Seokjin’s mother as Aphrodite is a surprise, or the fact that Hephaestus may or may not be his son, but how about the fact that he’s a blacksmith though?! How will Jungkook ever settle a battle that’s not even in his power or place to fight? Anyways, enjoy! Last member to reveal themselves is the one and only Jimin!

Next chapter

Tagged by @bangtan-writing. Thank you :)

What are five things that make you want to get up in the morning?

lol, i don’t want to get up in the morning. I get up in the morning because I have to pee, eat, submerge myself in BTS related things, or get shit done.

What food makes you the happiest when you’re able to eat it?

Steak. Comfort foods.

Would you rather spend the day relaxing at the beach or have a thrilling day at an amusement park?

If by myself, beach. If with others, amusement park.

How would you cheer up a friend that’s feeling down?

I'm acts of service love language by default, but when people are down, then I'm words of affirmation and physical touch.

You’re feeling down; How would you want to cheer you up?

Just hold me until I feel okay/stable. Say something if I ask or you really feel the need to.

What’s your favorite animal and why?

Loyal, protective, cuddle-buddy dog.

What is your favorite color?

Answered

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl

Do you prefer the daytime or the nighttime?

Nighttime

Do you want kids in the future? If so, how many?

3. Two boys, one girl.

What is a snack you would be caught sneaking at midnight?

Cereal or juice

What is your ultimate goal or aspiration?

I want to build my own home

Would you put a friend before yourself if they were in need? How would you help them?

Yes. Help them with whatever they need.

Are you a problem solver or a shoulder to cry on?

I’m a shoulder to cry on while trying to think of problem solving. When they’re ready or when they ask for it, I’ll problem solve

How would you show a friend you care about them?

Words of affirmation, physical touch, and acts of service

List all the hobbies you are most passionate about?

Writing, interior design, architecture, mbti-enthusiast (i do not dare call myself an expert)

Name your top songs that are on repeat all day

Currently: 

Angels by Chance the Rapper, 

Do You by Rap Monster, 

You Too (너도) by LOCO, 

Long Time No See by iKON, 

BTS (Just alsejfaioef;aj all of it!), 

不能說的秘密 by Jay Chou

List five things you love about your bias

His little habit he picked up by his dad by being a silent and caring man to those around him

His ability to spit out his lyrics like bullets

Incredibly hardworking

Giving ARMY presents on HIS birthday (it sucks that those who got those presents abused it and now it is no longer his tradition)

The fact that he works hard for his passion using his God-given talents and is able to show it is inspiring.

What are your favorite TV shows

Leverage, Sherlock, Running Man, Detective Conan

Dedicate a song to a friend or lover

No. 16.08.13 update: i choose to dedicate this song to anyone who needs it, I will dedicate this song to you. This is an old (early 2000s) Cantonese song, but this is a very sincere song that I want you to take to heart because I need to too, alright, sweetie?

I’ll tag: anyone who wants to do this

A Confidence Game 1.5 | BTS Mafia and Con Artist AU

Plot: Hoseok and Minsuk’s parents have died 11 years ago and they have been con artists for 8 years now. The moment Hoseok wants MInsuk to have a chance to start a new life, the Bangtan mafia approaches them to pull one last con.

Words: 3,297 | Drama/angst/violence (at some point. we’re dealing with the mafia and con artists here)

Warnings: (M) mature themes

Character Profiles | Previous Chapter

Part 1: Foundation Work: The preparations, which are made before the scheme is put in motion, including the elaboration of the plan, the employment of assistants, and so forth.

Yoongi and Namjoon settle on the bar chairs and Seokjin goes behind the counter to pour out a couple drinks.

“You know, with the Jung’s reputation, I would have expected a little more concrete plan. Right now, it’s just goals and objectives.” Yoongi looks at Namjoon who looks forward at the folder that holds the plan outline the con artists concocted last night.

“Well, it’s normally how a plan starts. Give them some time, since they have a whole month anyway. Not everyone plans their every breath like you do, Yoongi. I’m already surprised they gave us an outline, bet they never had to do that before since they’ve never had a client.” Seokjin says with his back turned at them.

“I think they’re on a relatively proper pace.” Namjoon stares at the folder that Hoseok slid over to him earlier at the meeting. Minsuk had drawn a cartoonish girl giving a wink and an okay sign on the cover of the folder. Yoongi follows his gaze. Namjoon rarely gives credit to their associates; mostly because he rarely shows his face to majority of them. But it still stands that he rarely gives credit, and he rarely gives slack.

“She’s a con artist.” Yoongi reminds Namjoon. Seokjin turns around at that time to put the drinks down in front of his friends.

“I know.”

“She can’t be trusted.”

“I know.”

“We hired them because they are the best at what they do. That’s it.”

“I know. I found them. I chose them. I watched them. I know exactly what their capabilities are and who they are. I run this. Namjoon snaps.

“You’re usually not the one to do the research. Because of that, it’s messing with your head. You observed them for so long that you’re deluding to establish some sort of connection with them. You are rarely directly involved in any of our business. You’re the boss so you don’t have to. So what are you getting out of this now?” Yoongi presses.

“Because this is big. We’re facing our biggest threat here. You’re right. I’m the boss and I need to know this won’t screw up.” Yoongi stares at him. Does that mean he doesn’t trust Yoongi to get it done? What the hell has he been doing this whole time then?

Yoongi is about to open his mouth again but Seokjin interjects.

“Guys, look. We all know who they are and what they can do. Namjoon, you did the work and you’re prepared, or else you wouldn’t have ordered to use them, we get that. But we’ve met too many deceptive people. We never completely trusted what the files tells us or what our eyes observe, no matter how prepared we are at the start. There are always uncertainties we can’t afford to ignore. It pays to stay skeptical of everyone’s motives at this point. It’s only natural. We don’t trust them, it’s nothing new. Since when have we truly trusted anyone outside of the seven of us?” Seokjin puts his outstretched hands on the bar and leans casually.

“You are married, you know.” Namjoon murmurs.

“Yeah, okay. Fine, eight of us.” Seokjin rolls his eyes and looks at the clock.

“Speaking of my wife, I’ve got dinner. Remember, we don’t ever trust those outside of us. We only trust their professionalism enough to get shit done.” Seokjin grabs his coat and leaves.

Namjoon and Yoongi just sit next to each other in silence, rubbing their glass in their hands.

“She’s lively, that’s all.” Namjoon finally says. Yoongi looks at him.

“It’s rare to see anyone in the underworld with so much spirit.” Yoongi snorts.

“I think she’s just naïve. Her real world is nothing but cartoons, her brother, fiction, and cereal. She doesn’t even watch the news. She’s ignorant of the rest of the world is all. It’s stupidity, not liveliness. Not to mention, she’s reckless. I would have never believed that she was the one who conned well for eight years if it wasn’t for the results. Her brother is the more sensible one but he isn’t helping the situation for her. He is so protective of her. Either way, it’s their skill set that we are interested. Not them. And anyone with that skill set, no matter how ignorant they may be, they aren’t trusted.” Yoongi corrects.

“I don’t remember the last time I felt so blissfully ignorant.” Namjoon mumbles. Blissfully is Namjoon’s keyword, but Yoongi ignores it, even though he feels like he needs to correct it. Ignorance wasn’t bliss to Yoongi. It gets in the way of what is true.

“Good, you wouldn’t want to. You shouldn’t, especially in our line of business.” Yoongi says as he raises his glass to his lips.

“You’re right. I’ve been watching her for so long, so it feels like I know her. I may be a little distracted, but my head is on straight. I know what I’m doing. Our ultimate goal is to get rid of Kang. I won’t think anything else.” Namjoon turns his head slightly to Yoongi but still doesn’t look at him. There is something unsettling with his choice of words again. “Ultimate” goal stuck in Yoongi’s head but he chooses to ignore it again.

“Good. That’s all we want.” Namjoon and Yoongi clinks glasses.

“So I went with Jungkook to his warehouse. He’s the weaponry capo. Apparently he deals with weapons and protection racketeering. What do you think?” Minsuk asks Hoseok the moment she settles down at home again.

He hums in response, “You’re thinking of using weapons as the deal Bangtan will make with Kang.” She smiles. She loves working with her brother because of well they know each other.

“Yeah. Say Bangtan wants to find more opportunities to make money and make use of their assets -”

“- and then strike the deal with Kang, since he knows people in the Republic of Korea Armed Forces.” Hoseok finishes off for her.

“Exactly.”

“Let me do a little research on the current suppliers and the procedures.” Hoseok already starts typing away to do his research. Minsuk plops on the other side of the couch as she watches her brother.

“I’m thinking of doing some modeling for Mark Kang. You know, to get to know him. In his photography class that he’s taking this semester, the past few syllabuses say that he needs to create a portfolio by the end of the term. I want to be one of his subjects and I think that way, I can spend some time with him.”

“What happens after the job ends?” She shrugs at him.

“Probably won’t bump into him anymore. The school’s pretty big. And besides, I don’t really think he’ll pay attention to one of his models after what he’s gonna have to go through.”

“If you’re the one who lures him into it, he will. If he connects the dots…”

“Come on, I’m going to have to get in touch with him at some point. We knew that the moment I chose to choose him as my mark, it was because he goes to the school. I have no time to run around Seoul for another contact of Kang’s without any authentic reason. I’m new to Seoul and I want to earn a little extra money and if being taken photos by photography majors can help with that, then little ol’ me is all up for it. It’s why I came into college two years later than all other freshman, because I’ve had to slave to save tuition.”

Hoseok shakes his head as she threads her story together so naturally. Something she learned in this line of work is to create a story; interesting enough to get people hooked, but not so overelaborate that she’s memorable. Blending in while standing out is quite the feat. Only difference this time, she’s incorporating her real life into it. It’s dangerous because one, she can get her personal life involved, and two, she might become overinvolved with the job.

The sooner this is over, the better.

“I looked through the previous syllabus for photography majors in the class that Mark is taking. Every semester, the photography class needs to create a portfolio of only the things they’ve worked on this year. Minsuk will be his subject. That’s a perfect situation for her to be in, seeing how she’ll be a part of the university anyway.” Her brother says and he shifts his attention to her in the corner of his eye. It took her a little persuading him because he’s concerned it’s going to mess up her education/real life. She had to convince him it was the easiest and simplest way to find someone to corrupt. Any other situation would have taken more effort and they wanted to finish this job fast.

“When we con, we’re exploiting people’s vulnerabilities. We figure out their desires and we give it to them on a silver platter to the point that they rely on us for its availability. In this particular case, we need to figure out what Mark’s vulnerability point is and then find a way to hand off his reliance to you.” She explains her part of the con.

“We found out a little something about our military. Did you know that the Trigrams mafia is one of the domestic military weapon suppliers for the Republic of Korea Army? I’m sure you know that the Trigrams has four branches, each branch signifies as one of the trigrams on our flag. The supplier is the Heaven Branch.” As evidence, Hoseok slides a photograph of the butt of one of the military’s assault rifle. There was a small insignia of three unbroken bars as the Heaven trigram.

“We believe that there is a mole or undercover mafia in the Republic of Korea Armed Forces, specifically within the Republic of Korea Army, what we know as ROK Army. Only the ROK Army has this insignia on their military equipment. Kang has connections with the Ministry of Interior. If we give him clues to help figure out there is corruption involved with the suppliers and help uncover the mystery, and then we can effectively take the person out as well as gain Kang some attention. When we do, there is a reason for you, the mafia with strong weapons, to swoop in and take over as the new supplier. Mind you, there are holes and concerns. If it is simply a mole, he is much easier to deal with. If he is an undercover mafia, we are directly in contact with another mafia. Either way, we are going to go against the Trigrams, but if the person is undercover, direct contact is much more dangerous to handle.”

“Wouldn’t it be stupid for Kang to uncover the Trigram’s involvement and then find another mafia to take their place?” Namjoon asks with knitted eyebrows.

“That’s the thing. This hole in our plan is actually a decoy. You see, all he needs to know is that his son is in trouble with the wrong people, the deed is done and the hands are dirty. He needs to scrub them clean for his son, and that’s when you offer the deal in exchange for his son. He’ll know your deal is stupid, and he won’t take it. The moment he makes contact with you guys, he’s black, all you have to do is claim proof of his involvement and he’s done for. But I mean if he does agree with you, there’s no loss on your half. Your fake proof will become real evidence. But I highly doubt he’ll agree.” Hoseok explains all in three breaths. No one claims objection to it so Hoseok goes on with the plan.

“By being on Kang’s side, I’ll be able to look into the conspiracy and slowly hand the information to Kang.”

“What do you need from us, other than that last bit of the plan?” Yoongi asks.

“Your men.” Minsuk looks at the three other guys in the room, other than the Administration and points to them, “I need Jimin and Taehyung to come with me to the university. I need the both of you with me to figure out his weakness. Jungkook is your military capo so he will be the one making the deal with Kang. He can stay low until then.” Jungkook looks away from her but glances at Yoongi. Yoongi nods and Jungkook looks down in acknowledgment. Jimin and Taehyung both give Minsuk a curt nod.

“Who will be watching you then? We need someone to keep tabs on you too.” Yoongi says to Hoseok. Everyone is silent, looking around. The Administration won’t get involved and the current capos are now occupied under Minsuk’s authority.

“This person could assist you in keeping watch over Kang. Maybe his assistant or something?” Minsuk suggests to Hoseok.

“Not his personal assistant. That person would have no business in contacting me. If I’m going to be a part of his political campaign, so will that person. We can find someone to take a role in the campaign.” Hoseok discusses.

“We’ll look through our men and see who can take up the task. Are there any criteria to fulfill?”

“They’re getting involved into grifting and politics, so someone who can bullshit is pretty crucial. Detailed oriented and reliable. Any background in politics would be helpful, but not necessary. We don’t go in each role with one hundred percent related skill set. But if no one has ever been a grifter, to have some knowledge is better than none in order to bluff your way through.” Hoseok advises.

“No.” Seokjin crosses his arms and stares down at the shorter man. After the meeting with the con artists, the mafia goes off to do their jobs and hunt for another capo or soldiers they can find. Yoongi, however just follows Seokjin home and here they are, standing in the middle of Seokjin’s living room.

“But she can do this. She was a political science major and you know she’s a capable person. She’ll help.” Yoongi tries to convince Seokjin but it seems like Seokjin is pretty firm.

“This isn’t any of her business. We don’t family involved. I’m not getting my family involved in this.” Seokjin says firmly.

“Get me involved into what?” They both turn to see Seokjin’s wife return home.

“You cornered me home so she would find out.” Seokjin whips his head to Yoongi and glares at him.

“Maybe.” Yoongi shrugs. He looks at Sangmi. She is a beautiful woman who is the same age as him. She and Seokjin met in her last year of college and they got married three and a half years ago.

“You know, I haven’t really got in touch with much politics since I married Seokjin.” Sangmi starts after hearing the whole story.

“But you still keep up with the news; you know what’s currently going on. They say the actual skill isn’t required, just preferred if you’ve never had any grifting experience. We don’t need you to grift on Politician Kang as much as keep an eye on the con man. As long as you can stay by Kang’s side, that’s all we need from you. Our men’s eyes are far too intense to pass as a simple political campaign team member. If you keep under the radar, you can be forgettable after the job ends.” Yoongi tries to convince both Seokjin and Sangmi after they all sit down.

“Sounds easy enough. You say this will help you guys? I’m more than willing to help. I can see why none of your soldiers would want to do something as tedious as babysit a con man.” Sangmi chuckles and looks over at Seokjin’s set jaw.

Yoongi sees Sangmi is okay with it, now it’s just Seokjin.

“We don’t get family involved.”

“Technically, we’ve never established that, seeing how the only family we have outside of us is Namjoon’s family who started this and Sangmi. It is preferred, but really, she’d be great at the job.” Yoongi argues.

“Not saying that getting married to you isn’t the best thing in my life, but before getting married, I was focused on the wedding. Now, I’ve focused on doing some remodeling in this house. I can hand it off to the architect and get myself out of the house a little bit. It’s only a month or two, right? You guys don’t have to make contact automatically.” Sangmi helps Yoongi’s argument.

“The other grifter doesn’t have to make contact yet, but the one you need to watch will integrate himself onto Kang’s team as soon as possible to get as much time to plan and dig.”

“So one extra month, three months. That’s still not too bad. It’s a lot of quiet supervision and reporting to you right? I’ll be fine. Kang would barely know I’m there. I know how to be quiet as a mouse too.” Sangmi rubs Seokjin’s arm lightly, soothing him into agreeing.

“Seokjin, come on. I’ve never let you down before. This is a simple task and it doesn’t get her hands dirty. We’ll make sure Hoseok won’t have her do anything like that.” Yoongi promises.

“Okay. It better be as simple and small as you say. I don’t want Kang to notice her. And don’t get chummy with the grifter either. We don’t tell them anything about Bangtan other than what’s necessary for the job. Anything else is crossing the line, got it?” Seokjin pats Sangmi’s hand on his arm. Sangmi nods in understanding.

Sangmi smiles at both of them.

“So, when do I start?”

The next morning, Sangmi is introduced to Hoseok.

“Alright, now it’s the matter of finding a spot in his campaign to fill.” Hoseok announces.

“We’ve got that covered. We’ve recently got in touch with their volunteer coordinator. She just quit.” MInsuk and Hoseok instantly narrow their eyes and Minsuk stands up.

“Did you guys make her quit? What happened to her? Did you guys kill her? This isn’t part of the plan; we don’t kill anyone, ever!”

“We do.” Jimin points out.

“We are not going through with this if this is how we get the job done. I’m not going to agree to this.” Minsuk crosses her arms.

“Relax. She’s not dead. We just gave her a good reason to retire. She’s safe, off the radar, living normally. No threats were involved.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Minsuk. Her eyes stay narrow though.

“First of all, she’s a regular civilian with no bad background; there was no reason for us to harm her so we doesn’t, alright? Second of all, you’re currently doing a job for us. Other than your contract terms, you have to live with what we choose to do on our end. Your contract says you two aren’t getting involved with murder, so you’re not. And if she was murdered, the fact is you’re not involved. Neither is Sangmi, she’s just another innocent applicant after the volunteer coordinator retired and neither of you are a part of that either. Third of all, you are in no authority to give us ultimatums with that attitude. So, chill; sit down.”

After a few awkward silences, Minsuk settles back into her seat.

“Sangmi, I’m sending you in first. Since they just lost someone, they’re quicker to replace that person than any other positions. Do you need help to guide you through the interview?” Hoseok asks, breaking up the tension and focusing back into the meeting.

“No, I’m pretty sure I know how to get through a job interview.” Sangmi smiles politely. Hoseok gives a curt nod. He files in her application to the system and in two days, Sangmi is called in.

A/N: Hey, it’s been a while, but here I am. Giving in the next chapter, hurray! Enjoy.

To Hell and Back p.1 | Jungkook

Greek mythology!bts / demigod!bts

 Inspired by @kimnomster‘s fanart here, here, here, and here

Summary line: Jungkook will literally go to hell and back for you

Red isn’t just the color of blood. It’s the color of wrath. The color of war. It’s the only color Jungkook sees as he stands up from his kneeling position from his last strike down on the enemy. Everything was red: the hills, the fire, the countless bodies and discarded shields and weapons that are stuck in the corpse. Smoke filled the open space all around him, and it felt hotter than the underworld. Actually, that is false, but he wouldn’t know; he’s never been to the underworld, he only sends people there.

All in a day’s work. He tells himself, walking away from the lifeless battlefield. Everything is still red. Not just all around him, but on him as well. The blood of his enemies is smeared on his skin, stained on his armor and shield, and the liquid is still hot at the tip of his spear. And despite the last 72 hours he spent coursing through the field, twisting his spear into the bellies of every warrior, blood lust still courses through his veins.

Don’t get him wrong. He never starts anything, but at any fight he’s involved in, you can be sure he’s the one to finish them. The blood lust, the never-ending hunger to see his favorite color, that’s all in his blood; that’s what you get for being the son of Ares.

It’s no secret that Jungkook despises mere mortals. Mere mortals engage in epic battles, but for what?  Pathetic and absurd reasons to the eyes of Jungkook. For glory and honor? You can’t take it with you. For land and assets? You will never stop fighting to retain it in your possession. For a woman Aphrodite claims was the most beautiful woman in the world? Eh, to Jungkook she was only an 8.

That’s why he finishes every battle, they were all useless and troublesome, they might as well end. Ares tells him of what battle must come to an end and Jungkook is the first of his children to strap on his armor. He was a complicated man. 

He loved the battlefield, he loved the blood. But he hated the stupidity involved and couldn’t wait for it to end. Every man he fought was not up to par. In the heat of battle, most men tend to forget common sense and lash out aggressively without tact. He could see the fear in many of the young pairs of eyes, but he only thought, if you didn’t want to be here, you should just stay home. However, many have no choice and they send them off to battle anyway. Such a waste of blood.

Give him a good reason to fight, a smart man to oppose, that’s when he feels like there’s something to fight for. But don’t you ever tell him he’s irrational in his pickiness, it’ll be the last words you’ll ever say.

Lucky for the both of you, you have better sense than that. You are his one and only solace from the battlefield. It’s only when he’s with you, does his blood lust give out. It was really a rare sight to see; almost no one can live to tell the tale of how Jungkook’s tense muscles relax only when you’re around.

You were a smart woman. Jungkook would have pegged you as Athena’s daughter, if it wasn’t for Zeus’ claim on you the day you were born. Your eyes held intuition and your lips only poured words of wisdom of strategy. Maybe Jungkook would like to check on that paternity test; or maybe a maternity test to double check your relations with Athena because your mother may not really be who she says she is, who knows? Zeus is pretty loose about where he chooses to strike his lightning bolts. 

But by the looks of Athena’s strict stone eyes, the only close physical contact Zeus would ever get to have with Athena is when she came out from his head. But Athena also saw the resemblance in you. She usually chooses warriors to patron, but you happen to be one of the fair few women she claims under her wings as a patron. Though, you are not a warrior, you are a strategist like she is.

~•~

Jungkook has finally returned home. His feet would be sorer from the walk home if he wasn’t already used to it; his skin is too thick to feel pain. But any possibility of pain is forgotten. His senses are on alert, because it took him a split second to see you weren’t home. Chairs overturned, tables shifted from its spot. The pot your lovely fern you’ve spent 4 months cultivating in is shattered into pieces.

Jungkook senses no need to draw his sword; he already knows no one’s here. But he does so anyway because his blood is boiling at the mere thought of how you, a peaceful strategist, would ever have to fight your way out of someone’s arms in the comfort of your own home.

Your name thunders from the confines of the walls of your home, out from the open windows, and frightening the sheep into frenzy out in the neighboring field. He steps out of the house, his head whipping back and forth to find any living creature to slice his sword through.

In 5 seconds, every sheep’s white wool is stained in red and he mindlessly drops his bag of gold coins on the field to reimburse the owner threefold.

He stalks off in search of watchful eyes.

~•~

“Argos!” Jungkook’s roar shakes the cave of where the many-eyed giant resides.

“Jungkook.” Argos reveals himself from behind a bed of rocks. At the tone of Argos’ voice, Jungkook’s eyes have already narrowed.

“You sound surprised that I am here.” He says with clenched teeth.

“Yes, I’m quite surprised that I’m surprised. But not very surprised, seeing how I have just awoken, so it makes sense.”

“You have four eyes, they are never closed at the same time. Not since the incident with Io.”

“You’re right. Huh, surprising, isn’t it?”

“Stop saying that!” Jungkook’s fury is quickly ripping through the seams of his patience.

“I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who’s taken her. There’s no use in killing me.” The giant attempts to persuade Jungkook as he cautiously taps Jungkook’s spear point downwards from the perfect killing strike.

“But I do see something. You were probably too busy slicing sheep to notice.” It must be something you left.

“You better talk fast.” Jungkook said, his strength rising above the giant’s finger on his spear.

“Your poor neighboring shepherd is sobbing while he’s collecting your coins, by the way.”

“The point.” Jungkook raised his voice as does his spear, making his own point.

“Under the shattered pottery, lies a sign in the dirt.”

“What’s the sign?”

“Half of a caduceus.”

It would make sense. Hermes was the one who first and only one who has charmed Argos’ eyes to close when freeing Io. But from the information he currently has on Hermes, he’s too busy guiding a man across an ocean. Hermes may be a trickster and easily bored most of the time, but there really is no rhyme or reason as to why he would choose to kidnap you. It’s not Hermes, then who? Half a caduceus could possibly mean you didn’t have the time to finish the second half, seeing how you were too busy trying to fend for yourself. But you were a quick artist, one of the many gifts bestowed on you by Athena.

He had left Argos’ mountain, to sought after Athena, to see if she knew anything about her missing apprentice.

But by his fifth step, his legs gave out and his eyes weighed heavier than any shield he’s ever held. He drifted off.

Jungkook stood in the middle of your home. How did he get here? Where were you? That’s right. You’ve been kidnapped. Jungkook let out a frustrated yell. What is going on?!

“Stop yelling. I’m here to help, damn you.” Jungkook’s head whipped at the sound of a slow and raspy voice. He saw Yoongi in his shimmering white cloak that looked as evanescent as smoke, but as graceful as a feather. Yoongi had a silver laurel that sat above his blond hair which its bangs were low and nearly covering Yoongi’s sleepy eyes. At the presence of Yoongi, he knows he’s dreaming.

“Where did she go, hyung?” Jungkook’s voice raised. Yoongi only closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, trying to calm down.

“I’m serious, if your voice is any louder than 60 decibels, I’m out.” Yoongi opened his eyes and glared. Jungkook maybe a wrathful demigod, but even Yoongi’s glare can give Jungkook’s own glare a run for his money.

“I’m sorry. What are we doing here?”

“Look at the sign she left for you.” Yoongi nodded over to the broken pottery and dirt. Jungkook walked over and squatted down to inspect it. By first glance, it really did just look like a mess. Jungkook moved away the pieces, careful not to ruin your work to see exactly as Argos said: half a caduceus.

“What am I looking for?” Yoongi rolled his eyes and walked over to his young friend.

“Why do you think she only drew half a caduceus? What is her point?” Jungkook attempted to keep his patience, but Yoongi spoke in riddles, and your drawing was no help to that. But at the thought of you, at the thought of your hard work, he was willing to think it through.

“Half of Hermes. The person who took her is a demigod.” Jungkook realized.

“Correct. Now, what demigod of Hermes do we actually know who would have any rhyme or reason to kidnap her?” Jungkook looked at Yoongi and breathed, “Jimin.”

“Hoseok told me that Jimin hid her in the underworld. Jimin had bribed Hoseok with fifteen thieving souls in exchange to conceal her whereabouts.” Yoongi finally gave Jungkook the first good news he’s heard all day. It slightly calmed him down although not really, because you’re now in the goddamn underworld.

“Why would Hoseok tell you this?” Jungkook asked him.

“Hoseok hasn’t been getting much good sleep lately. The souls of the underworld give him more of a headache than he’s willing to mention to his father. He asked for at least a week’s worth of beautiful dreams in exchange, some information. She’s a nice girl, I’d hate to see her stay too long in the underworld, you know? The longer you stay down there, the more your soul wears out. She may be a daughter of Zeus, but she is a mortal offspring, unlike us.” Jungkook shook his head of the idea you are just lying in the pits of the underworld, having your soul slowly give out as the rest of the wandering souls attempt to have you join them. Jimin has taken it too far.

“What should I do now? How do I get down there?” Yoongi shrugs at Jungkook’s questions.

“I don’t know. I’ve helped you this far. Your turn.” And with that, Yoongi disappeared and Jungkook woke up, still five steps away from the bottom of Argos’ mountain.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook ran to find his friend in the Apollo temple. Taehyung is easy to spot, even if he didn’t turn around. Taehyung’s collar and sandal wraps glowed an orange-yellowish hue, making him recognizable even in the darkest moments.

“Hey there, Jungkook! Wow, you look awful.” Taehyung looked at his friend who still hasn’t washed away the old blood from his most recent war. 

Taehyung is quite the jubilant demigod, even if he is the keeper of plagues. He enjoyed coming up with songs about sickness and wrote requiems for every epidemic. That makes him a very contradicting man, but that’s one of the many reasons he and Jungkook got along so well. But as much as he got along with Jungkook, he was also on great terms with Jimin.

“Taehyung, you have to help me. Jimin kidnapped Y/N and now she’s confined in the underworld.”

“Jimin? I just saw the guy two days ago. He asked to borrow my cloak of concealment I got from my dad.” Two days? Two days?! Is that how long he had you in the underworld? Mere mortals can only last 36 hours. Lucky for you, your half-divine bloodline status bought you an extra 60 hours from that.

“Do you have any ambrosia?” Jungkook asked quickly.

“I don’t, but my half-brother does. He’s around here somewhere, I’ll go ask him.” Taehyung rushed away in search for his half-brother.

“Jimin, when I get my hands on you…” Jungkook’s fist clenched, drawing blood in his own hands. If he didn’t see red in the next second, he might have to offer a couple thousand sacrifices to Apollo for shedding the innocent blood of the nearby worshipers in Apollo’s temple.

A/N: planning 2-3 parts to this I think. namjoon and seokjin have yet to appear, but of course i will never forget them. wanna guess who their parents are?

Part 2