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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 02: Fake Love

"You say I’m not the person you used to know What do you mean? No, I’ve grown blind."

Yoongi stepped out of his car, a cigarette poking out from the corner of his mouth. A piece of ash fell to the pavement; forgotten as he looked up at the sign of the building he’d parked in front of. His dark hair fell across his brows and he reached up with one hand to scratch at the back of his ear – the edge of his finger touching the silver hoop dangling from his ear lobe. A chilly gust of wind blew against him, his heavy wool trench coat shielding him from the cold bite of autumn while hanging from his form. Dark brows furrowed as he took another drag from his cigarette, the amber glow from the cherry burning brightly while staring at the sign.

EDEN CUSTOMS

He didn't understand why some people felt the need to hide their lineage. It wasn’t something that could be hidden - not with technology the way that it was now. Anything could be dug up on anyone at any given moment with the right amount of dollars and an equally right motive. But that was what it usually took. A motive.

No one really had a motive to dig up her background.

So, of course, outside of people like Yoongi, no one truly knew Eden’s family history. How could they? She was always the sort of person who kept her feelings, thoughts, and other such personal rubbish to herself. It had always been that way, even when they were younger. A young half Korean girl living in the States, with all the responsibilities and stereotypes that came from being of mixed heritage – she turned her back to it all. Without hesitation. Eden chose the life of a normal woman who was no longer tied to mundane responsibilities, who started her own business and was making her own way. Despite being an orphan, she was independent, strong, and a soldier.

Eden was...dirty.

At least that’s what Yoongi thought as he looked at the female mechanic who had a smudge of oil across her cheek and nose, bangs disheveled as she pulled her cap off. As Yoongi slipped his shades off his face and onto his head, Eden rubbed her hands against a rag that looked well over-used and in need of a washing. Yoongi tilted his head some, wrinkling her nose before shaking her head.

He could not understand why such a talented woman insisted on wasting it all away in such a vocational profession. Yoongi recalled her being a skilled dancer and artist. Yoongi remembered attending a ballet recital with Eden being the main star on stage. She was as stubborn and rough around the edges as they came, but even he could not remember a time when Eden had looked more beautiful...and more upset after he’d gone into her dressing room to change her clothes when she thought no one was looking.

Eden looked so angry and disgusted with the world.

“Well, aren't you a sight,” came Yoongi's easy tone, “you don't look glad to see me.”

She muttered something, waving at the rest of her crew as she looked at her watch. Eden gestured for Yoongi to follow her, to which he did. Not on command, but on request. Eden didn’t talk much, something he was used to. After all, he didn’t talk much either. Yoongi dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the heel of his shoe before making his way behind her into the shop.

Eden threw a few “choice words” towards her young male co-workers who were clearly eyeing Yoongi suspiciously – something along the lines of bodily harm – before opening her office door and letting Yoongi enter first. After she closed the door shut behind her, Eden dropped into the chair in front of her paperwork piled desk and leaned back far enough to kick her feet on top of the surface between a column of files.

Yoongi raised a brow slowly at her, folding his arms across his chest before settling into the empty chair across from her. “So, things are good I take it?”

She shrugged. “As good as they can be.”

“I'm upset that you haven’t bothered to look me up since I got back.” This time she raised her brow at him. “I remember emailing you that I was coming home.”

Eden snorted, her dark brown eyes narrowing while scratching the side of her nose. He knew that was a tell-tale sign that she was irritated but didn’t feel like saying it out loud. Her olive skin seemed to take on a strange glow as the sun began to set out in the world beyond the large window to the right of her.

Suddenly, her phone started to buzz with life on the desk. Yoongi looked down and saw the name “Petty Mutt” appear on the screen. Eden glanced at the phone, waiting for it to stop ringing. When it finally did, Eden rolled her eyes. Not long after it stopped, it started buzzing to life once more – the same name popping up on the screen. Unable to hide his curiosity or his amusement, he smirked as she reached for the phone and turned it face down on the desk.

Yoongi leaned back in the chair, holding his hands across his stomach. “Well, someone’s persistent.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” she quipped, scratching at the back of her neck.

“Is it a guy?”

Her eyes cut toward him and Yoongi had to bite back a laugh. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or concerned that he was still able to get under her skin the way he did.

“That’s none of your business.”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you just block him if you’re not interested?”

This time she was the one to give him a devious smirk. “Who says I’m not interested?”

Yoongi’s smile fell almost immediately before he had a chance to catch himself. She seemed to have noticed this and her smile grew a few more inches. In turn, his blank face molded into an irritated scowl which only served to amuse her further.

There was no reason for him to visibly get jealous. After all, he was the one who chose to end things with Eden two years ago. He’d been living a double life when he was with her and she knew nothing of his ties to the Golden Jackals. A part of Yoongi was afraid that she would turn him away or even ridicule him for associating with gangsters, let alone being one of the upper tiered members. Eden had standards and a code of morals she stubbornly adhered to. There was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that was one of the many reasons he was so attracted to her when they’d first met in the States.

He never thought she would come to South Korea. A part of him was shocked that she was willing to take a chance on a new place, a new culture and set of customs that she was mostly unfamiliar with. Or, at least, as unfamiliar as he’d believed. Truth be told, he was a little shocked that not only was she fluent in the language, but that she wasn’t ignorant to his culture. It was only after they’d started dating during his time in the U.S. that the truth came out.

Eden was an orphan and she had no idea who her parents were. She didn’t really care about their whereabouts as she was about her own origins. After digging through a few records, she’d discovered that she was of South Korean and African American descent. Growing up in America, she had no way of discovering her roots unless she did some digging for herself. For years she studied Korean culture, history, language and customs and even served as an interpreter for hire for corporate offices like Kia and Hyundai.

It wasn’t until she met Yoongi that she finally took the plunge to go to a country where half of her origins hailed from. There was a part of Yoongi that had been terrified of the idea of her discovering the truth about him. That he wasn’t some young entrepreneur in search of something greater than himself; that his success stemmed from gang-related activities and how he spent most of his time in the criminal underworld. He wasn’t ashamed of his brothers or the Golden Jackals. Yoongi just didn’t want to see the disappointment on her face when she found out that he’d begun their relationship with lies.

Even though they’d broken up, Yoongi couldn’t do the right thing and simply stay away. No. Her energy and attitude continued to draw him in, and he constantly felt a need to be around her. Even for just a drink and conversation. It had taken some doing, but he finally was able to get her to talk to him again without throwing a socket wrench at him. After a few drunken nights and even some accidental hookups, he was starting to realize that he was an idiot for ending things with her. But Yoongi figured it was for the best.

He still missed her, and it drove him crazy.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi crossed one leg over the other. “Are you busy tonight?” He didn’t want to bring up the guy on the phone, knowing it would probably cause an argument to stir up between them.

Eden slung her feet off the top of her desk and began sifting through some of the paperwork on her desk. “A little.” She paused, looking back at him. “Why?”

“I wanted to get a drink with you.”

She barked a laugh while tilting her head slightly. “Why? So you can get me tipsy enough to have another row with you in the sheets before you leave me in the middle of the night like some man cheating on his wife?” Eden scoffed, resuming her rustling of paperwork. “No thanks.”

Leaning forward, Yoongi snatched Eden’s wrist in his hand and held tightly – instantly stilling her movements. Her smirk faded as her gaze lifted to meet his – her eyes glaring darkly at him.

“It’s not like that.”

"Oh? It’s not?” Yoongi felt her trying to pull her hand free but his grip tightened. He could see the anger exploding across her face. “Then how come it’s been like that the last few times we’ve gone out? Do I look like some fucking whore to you, Min Yoongi? Huh?!”

“Dammit, Eden, I told you it’s not like that!”

“What is it then?!”

She finally yanked her hand free and stood up. Yoongi followed, unable to handle her glaring down at him. Eden slammed both of her hands onto her desk, causing a few papers to flutter from the stacks and onto the ground.

“Didn’t you make it clear that there is nothing between us anymore? Weren’t you the one who said that things were over?” Yoongi watched her face scrunch up in that way that he knew she did when she was trying not to cry, causing some of his own anger to ebb away. “Then stop playing these fucking games with me. I’m sick of it. I’ve fucking had it, alright?”

“Eden…”

He didn’t know what else to say and even though it hurt to see her like this, he called her name anyway. Even though he didn’t have any right to do so. She was right. He was being selfish and it was hurting her. It wasn’t fair to either of them, but it most definitely wasn’t fair to her.

Sighing, he held his hands up. “You’re right. I’m…I’m sorry, okay?” He watched her angrily wipe at her cheeks, further smudging it and he gave her a gentle smile. “Look, I just want to get drinks tonight, alright? Nothing more. No strings attached; I promise.” Yoongi held his hand out to her and she gazed down at it speculatively. “Friends?”

Eden seemed to be considering this and for a moment he was almost sure that she was going to tell him to go fuck himself. He would have deserved it, but it wouldn’t have hurt any less, that’s for sure. But he felt relief hit him as she wiped her palms along the front of her jeans to take his hand into hers. A wave of nostalgia hit him as her grip tightened around his hand – reminding him of when they’d first met each other all those years ago.

“Alright,” she said gently, a more genuine smile gracing her lips, “friends.”

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Edge of Forever

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: Jin x OC | Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 2- Unrest in the House of Light

"The time is coming that I must warn you And though it's something that you may not understand they can't be saved by just one man"

Nyala stood nearly a foot taller than most people, her dark skin a stark contrast to the red tint in her eyes. It was a trait of her people, some called them demons but the Ifrit people didn’t care too much about what others called them. What did matter was their innate knowledge of different cultures, making them perfect negotiators. Between the unnerving stare of Ifrit and the smooth-talking of said creature--Nyala was able to acquire what she was after. The identity of several people that would be able to help her, for better or for worse.

She approached the bar of the third contact that she had, the sliver amount of hope was slowly dying as she met with each person. The first one was a drunkard and the second one only wanted about 100 thousand Credits. She was being hunted for the Pirates, not made of money or even interested in giving the hulking man a good time.

She surveyed the patrons in the bar while she waited for both her drink and the contact. Nyala meddled with the stick that was placed in the drink when it was placed in front of her, hoping that the dread feeling in her stomach would go away soon because that usually meant that trouble was just around the corner. The bar was pretty popular with the populous which made her a bit nervous being around so many eyes that could report back to her pursuers. Plus, doing businesses in a place like that? Seemed a bit strange for someone to do, even more so with the Federation Division lurking about to eagerly arrest someone. More so if they proved to be non-human but that was another debate for her people for another day.

She checked her holo-watch for what seemed like the 50th time. If he was going to be late, she should have received communications--unless it was a trap for her.

The man she was supposed to meet was called Jungkook, a decorated human with a soft side for weapons. That she could provide or even make if he so wished but the likelihood of that happening was becoming slim to none. Halfway through her drink, she noticed that the same familiar gut feeling that had been brewing that night as it had been since striking out with the Android and the ship. There was someone there that wished her ill and she couldn’t pinpoint it among all the patrons. Which meant that where she was; it was a trap that she had willingly walked into. And it all started when she noticed that the bartender suddenly stiffened with the appearance of a group of people.

That was when all Hell broke loose.

The moment that she saw the marking on their foreheads, the creatures snapped their heads in her direction and intoned in their mechanical voices that she surrender. The creatures were grown from a lab as foot soldiers and stamped with the Trigram symbol: Mountain. It was one of the Exalted that had sent their foot soldiers after her. And as far as Nyala’s knowledge went, each sect had their limbs grown with aspects of themselves. While she had her own secrets, she didn’t claim to know each and every one of theirs. She jumped out of her chair as the soldiers took aim, shooting holes in everything they could see. Nyala started to chant, the red in her eyes as the focus of her Chi energy instead of making flashy hand symbols or staying still.

No, she learned to move and channel her energies--which proved to save her very life that night. As Nyala moved, she found a space in the back that led up to the second floor of the bar. Using all of her body, she threw some of the items down the stairs to create a barrier or at least some type of obstruction for them to meddle over while she ran. The Chi energy was directed to her entire back, as a form of a shield so that way she wouldn’t get shot in the back as she escaped. Just like some of the ones that were chasing her, she also had the ability to utilize some of the same techniques as they did.

Taking a moment, she looked around to her surroundings to see if there was anything that she could use. There were a few patrons up there, looking at her with shocked faces as she ran through. There wasn’t any time to calm them down as she could hear the movements of the soldiers sifting through the debris she created. Climbing through a window, she saw that there was an adjacent building she could possibly jump to but it seemed a little out of reach. She didn’t get a chance to debate it when some of the soldiers broke through and fired at her. However, the rounds that they were then using weren’t of the bullet kind.

It was then that she knew which of the Exalted puppet’s that she was dealing with. These were the berserkers, the ones that would set the world on fire if they could: Ravi’s underlings. They could harness their own spark to create fire or explosions, a preference that would be acceptable to the pyromaniac himself. The explosion launched Nyala out of the window and broke her shield, leaving a sizable hole in the building as well as leaving several things on fire. She missed grabbing onto the other building and fell downwards, rolling when she made contact with the ground. Her shoulder was dislocated, she could tell and as she hobbled up; the others were already looking for her.

Spotting some of the back alleyways, she made her way through some of them as she clenched her jaw in pain. She had to focus or she was going to die!

Nyala hobbled through another way, going right in hopes of losing them but found her way blocked. She straightened herself up as much as possible and started to chant again, having to go on the offensive. She wouldn’t use her Ace just yet, preferring to delve into her stores of willpower and energy instead of those. Her chanting grew louder as they advanced on her, one in particular stepping forward to demand her surrender. Another piped up with his demand of Lirael and the Antares. She cursed at them in her native language as she let loose the ripple effect of her own Chi, her own brand of Tao Magic. The electric current that leaped from her fingertips danced and used the others’ bodies as a conduit to travel to the next, heat and energy sizzling their bodies as they screamed. She had called forth the Lightning Dragon from her arsenal to defend and decimate.

Still, it wasn’t quite enough when some of them leapt from the hightops and directly at her. A yell suddenly pierced through the commotion as a body jumped forward to knock itself into the ones that were coming down upon Nyala. A growl could be heard, making the hairs on her arms stand all the way up. The light from the Dragon only lit up so much of the space that was there but what she could see clearly was that it was a woman shorter than her, they all were to be honest but it was the ears that gave it away. Nyala directed the Dragon to some of the other soldiers there, creating more of the electric current and more light for them to see by. The other woman gave heavy blows to the creatures, snarling and throwing them away like they were rag dolls. Elbows, knees and heavy-handed claws tore through the masses with no signs of stopping or even slowing down.

Sirens could be heard and it made the minions stop for a moment, all looking in the direction of which they came from. They each made a strange, metallic noise as they communicated between themselves before jumping away from the both of them. Nyala sighed and dissipated the Dragon, sliding down against the nearest wall in relief. The woman came up to her and put a heavy hand on her shoulder, the crystal orbs almost shining like a diamond being held up to a light when she bent down to peer at her. Suddenly a grin could be seen, flashing some of her canines when she smiled. The Mao woman reached down and grabbed Nyala, pulling her up with barely a grunt. Before she could protest, she was helped away from the scene and almost thrown into a hovercar.

“Who are you?” Nyala called out as the Mao woman walked around the car to inspect it for any damages. All she got in return was another grin, which did nothing for her nerves. Still, there wasn’t anything that she could sense about the woman that could suggest that she was after her life. So, that aspect would have to do for her right then as the woman came back up to her once she had finished her rounds of the car.

“Hmmm. I guess you can call me a hater of pirates! Plus you smell interesting and like to get stuff blown up! My name is Vairuit and I’m going to fix your shoulder.”

Vairuit’s hands shot out and grabbed Nyala’s arm as well as the shoulder. She gave a sudden jerk which made her cry out in pain but the very audible crack could be heard when it was back in place. The throb of pain radiated through her chest, neck, and back but at least she could move it more. She nearly fell over from the relief but the Mao woman reached over again and buckled her in before sliding across the hood to her door. The car roared to life and peeled out of the area before any more intruders could come and talk to them.

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At the bar, there stood a tall but younger looking Human with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He frowned as he surveyed the damage done to the bar that he was supposed to meet his contact. However, that wasn’t what bothered him about the situation. Some of the bodies there were what did it for him, his sharp eyes catching the fact that there was a Pirate symbol on their foreheads. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and tried to see everything that he could before slipping away from the pedestrians that had crowded around the area.

The Federation’s pigs were crawling all over the area, looking and interrogating the patrons that were there but he knew that most of them either wouldn’t talk or were genuinely confused. It was a bar that he frequented along with his partner and they usually had jobs for them, like that night. On his way around, he gave a nod to the bartender and disappeared from everyone’s view in order to assess things for himself. There was a feeling, almost like a trail that he could follow to the back alleyways. The pigs hadn’t gotten back there yet so most of it was untainted, the still sizzling energy that was left in the air was what he was following. He found more of the soldiers dead there on the ground, his hand reaching out to touch the symbol but he could still feel the electricity on it.

The frown deepened as he looked around from his crouched position, noting what all happened. There was a Tao user that had gotten attacked there and the appearance of the Pirates there bothered him greatly. However, the user didn’t use any type of slashing techniques that he could tell. Standing up, he tapped his ear which produced a screen over his left eye where he could see his partner.

“Yah! You scared me! How dare you? I could have been cooking!”

“Jin, we have pirates here. I think the client got away but they carved up a good chunk of the bar.” He stopped the other from going on a full-blown rant, taking a breath before continuing. “I think they were from the Armada. I’m sending the information now but I think that we really need to find the client before a whole sect drops down on us.”

The man on the other side of the communications grew quiet, his normally jovial face becoming quite serious. The hardened look was one that he’d seen before but that was in the past. The younger man’s heart dropped at the sight of his face, the pale eyes that flashed as they worked. He would keep him safe if it meant his life.

“I’ll keep an eye out on things but come back for right now. I don’t want you arrested or anything for being out there and I’ll have the ship running hot--just in case.”

He gave a wry smile before disconnecting the device. The man once again disappeared into the shadows, something that he had grown accustomed to from back in the day.