Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “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?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Major Character Death (autopsy results)

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,772

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: Do you guys have trust issues with me yet? No? Yes? I’m hoping the answer is yes because I don’t trust myself anymore. T_T

Chapter 54: Tear

“My heart is ripping, just set it on fire so the pain and the feelings won’t remain.”

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Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

“You’re lying.”

“Raelyn...”

“You are lying to me right now.”

“Listen to me--”

“STOP LYING!”

Her breathing was labored; harsh. Raelyn could feel the veins protruding from her neck as her spine went ramrod. A hand went to her swollen stomach, feeling the small life kicking in protest to its mother’s sudden spike in emotion. Hoseok stared pointedly at her, not breaking the harsh glare that she was undoubtedly throwing at him. She ignored the other people in the hospital that looked at the spectacle she was making, but she didn’t care. Raelyn couldn’t even begin processing what the hell she’d just been told.

Hoseok was telling her lies. Or someone was trying to prank her. Taehyung was capable of such a moronic thing and she planned to give him a solid ass beating the minute she saw him. If he put the others up to this, then they would all have hell to pay. Because this joke wasn’t even remotely close to being funny.

“I swear to God, Hoseok, if Taehyung is tryin’ to pull a fast one--”

The look on his face gave her pause. She couldn’t quite read it, but she could at least tell that he wasn’t playing around. No. The Jung Hoseok she knew wasn’t the sort to joke around about something so serious.

Yet Raelyn still couldn’t believe him.

Not until she saw Yoongi enter through the sliding glass doors with her best friend in his arms.

Raelyn’s legs turned to jelly and she fell forward. Thankfully Hoseok was there to catch her, holding her in his arms as she squeezed his forearms in a death-grip. There was no way that any of this was real. 

She thought back to when she told Eden to call her as soon as she’d gotten to Daegu. When she hadn’t heard from her initially, Jungkook reassured her that she must have been caught up with all the meeting and greeting and getting to know one another. It was unsurprising that she wouldn't call on the first day. Raelyn immediately thought the worst when two days passed and she hadn’t received a response to any of her text messages.

Both Raelyn and Anastasia prayed for the return of their friend when it was discovered that she was kidnapped by the Jade Fang members. The boys refused to let them go anywhere without supervision and, at first, they were hell-bent on protesting against it. But when Hoseok furiously explained how dire the situation was, they had no other choice but to relent. They didn’t want to put themselves at risk and cause others undue stress while hunting down Eden’s whereabouts. 

Raelyn pulled herself away from Hoseok, but he remained at her side quietly as she approached Yoongi. She’d never seen her friend so battered and broken. What was worse, her color was almost ashen and there were obvious signs of abuse littered over her frame. The peaceful look on Eden’s face, however, almost fooled Raelyn into believing she’d left the world in no pain. And she knew her friend was gone. 

No one had to tell her that.

“Eden,” she murmured, her hands reaching out to touch her. 

She nearly flinched back from how cold she was, tears immediately falling as she recalled her friend’s happiness and teasing face when she reached out to rub her belly. Eden told her that she needed to take some time off from work, but Raelyn was stubborn and insisted that she’d be administering care for her patients until the baby decided it was time for them to pop into the world.

Raelyn never wished to be anywhere but at work more than she did now.

The doors slid open again and Raelyn felt her hand move to cover her mouth as Namjoon and Seokjin walked in, carrying Jimin and Jungkook in their arms. Blood covered their bodies, their wounds easy to discern even with her naked eye. They stood on either side of Yoongi and she felt Hoseok’s arms resting on her shoulders, steadying her in case she felt she couldn’t stand up again.

“Miss D’Angelo, wait!” 

A voice shouted from outside and, as if on instinct, the boys stood away from the door as a very pregnant Anastasia hobbled into the hospital lobby. Her eyes locked with Raelyn’s and she seemed to be catching her breath. Someone must have told her to come to the hospital and there was a selfish side of Raelyn that wished they hadn’t. She didn’t need to see them. Not like this.

“Raelyn Unnie,” she cried, crossing over to her and clasping her hands, “I came as soon as I heard. It’s not true, is it? Tell me it’s not true!”

Raelyn bit her lower lip, averting her gaze away from her friend. She glanced over her shoulder as it seemed that Anastasia hadn’t noticed them yet. When she didn’t answer her, Ana realized something was amiss and turned her head slowly to look in the direction that Raelyn was facing. 

“Eden,” she heard her whisper.

Anastasia seemed to assess the situation for what it was. She let Raelyn’s hands go, took three full steps toward Yoongi, before her body started to tilt at a dangerous angle. Raelyn moved but Hoseok was faster, catching Anastasia by her arms to prevent her from falling to the floor. There was a sudden sound of liquid hitting the ground and Raelyn blinked as she realized Anastasia’s water broke.

The shocking truth primed her friend for labor.

“I need a gurney over here!”

A few of Raelyn’s co-workers were watching the situation as it unfolded, an orderly rushing down the hall to retrieve the requested gurney. Hoseok took Jungkook from Seokjin’s arms as both he and Raelyn helped Anastasia onto the gurney. They wasted no time wheeling her off to the delivery area after she explained what was happening. 

“Raelyn-ssi,” called Jongmin, her male nurse colleague, “is everything alright?”

She shook her head, wiping the tears from her face as she pointed to the others. “They need to be taken to the morgue.”

He looked at them curiously before turning back to her. “Are you--”

“Just do it, Jongmin-ssi, please,” she managed to choke out while grasping at his wrist, “I’ll take full responsibility, alright? Just...just get them down there.”

Namjoon sat on a bench outside in the back gardens of the hospital. A cigarette was perched between his lips, but he hadn’t lit the end yet. His thumb slid the top open to the Zippo, closing it with a loud clink before opening it again. People walked by him but he barely paid attention to any of them. His mind was so far from his body that he may as well have been able to see what he looked like from a vantage point across the way.

He felt empty inside.

His eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. The weight of Jimin’s body still felt heavy in his arms, like he was still carrying him. The blood that covered his arms and hands were washed clean in one of the hospital’s public washrooms. A doctor told them all they needed to get cleaned up while a medical examiner came and did a proper survey over the bodies. 

The urge to cry again sat on the corner of his heart, weighing like an anvil. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d kept himself together long enough to drive back to Seoul before losing it. Yoongi was as numb as he’d ever seen him and Seokjin was too far gone to drive back. It was Yoongi who took the keys from him. 

As empty as his soul felt, his mind raced a mile a minute. Namjoon turned over the chessboard in his brain, piecing everything together. His opponent? The Jade Fangs. 

Somewhere along the way, they’d messed up. As men and as gangsters. Despite every contingency they’d come up with, the Jade Fangs were that much more prepared. For every attack and counterattack, the Jade Fangs were able to parry and counterblow them back. Namjoon wasn’t foolish enough to assume that the Jade Fangs would remain quiet, but he wanted to believe that Hoseok’s discussion with Im Changkyun had, in fact, born fruit.

If only they knew what they would be reaping from the seeds they’d sown.

He felt the cigarette suddenly being pulled from his mouth, forcing him to look up. Yoongi was slipping it between his own lips, pilfering the lighter in Namjoon’s hand to light the end of it. He watched as his older brother took a long drag, flopping into the seat beside him. A cloud of smoke billowed from both his nostrils and mouth upon his exhale.

“The others?”

“Hoseok-ah is waiting on the medical examiner,” he said, cigarette clenched between his teeth, “Jin Hyung is with Ana-ssi.”

“Has she given birth?”

“She’s still in labor.”

“Ah.”

Silence quickly filled the gaps between them. Normally they were close, but it felt like Namjoon was on a different plane of existence from the rest of his brothers. Yoongi must have felt the same. 

“No word from Taehyung-ah?”

Namjoon shook his head. “His phone keeps going to voicemail.” He took a breath. “...do you think he’s--”

“We have to assume he is.”

“Assume he’s what?”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi looked up to see Raelyn standing off to the side of them. She lowered the phone in her hand at her side, gripping it tightly as she glared at them. Namjoon sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. This was just going from bad to worse.

“Assume he’s what, Yoongi-ssi?” she repeated, the anger clear on her face.

“Dead, Raelyn,” said Yoongi as he stood up, “we have to assume Taehyung-ah is dead.”

Raelyn used her free hand to aim a slap at Yoongi’s face. Namjoon got to his feet on reflex, but Yoongi caught her by the wrist just inches from his face. Her arm shook with how hard she was trying to break through Yoongi’s defenses, but he held strong and his expression didn’t show any sign of shifting from the blank mask he currently wore.

“There’s a chance that he’s still alive, but we have to assume the worst.”

“Damn you, Min Yoongi,” she half-growled.

Namjoon watched his brother’s eyes narrow and he stood beside them both, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

“I won’t say you don’t have a right to be angry,” he said softly while pulling her hand down, “but don’t forget that I lost three brothers today.”

Raelyn’s face fell a measure and Yoongi released her hand. 

Namjoon’s brows furrowed. “Hyung…”

“And the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Yoongi took a long drag from the cigarette, tapped the ash onto the ground, before snuffing it out completely in the sand tray next to the bench. Namjoon watched as his brother turned and headed back into the hospital’s back entrance. Raelyn’s sob broke through his thoughts and he turned to look back at the woman who carried his younger brother’s child in her womb. She buried her face in her hands, crying openly and he reached out to pull her into as comforting of an embrace as he could give her.

Because he was hurting too.

Anastasia screamed as the doctor urged her to push. Sweat drenched her hospital gown and she gripped onto Seokjin’s hand as if he were the only thing keeping her from life and death. The pain that wracked her body was indescribable and she continued to swear at the man at her side, declaring that this was all his fault. That he had to take responsibility for what he’d done.

The world blurred and cleared every so often, giving clarity to Anastasia’s mind. When she had a moment to breathe before being told to push again, the image of her friend’s dead body came crashing through her thoughts. She cried and screamed not from her labor pains, but from losing Eden in such a horrible way. She lost the ability to speak coherently two hours into labor, her strength seemingly bleeding away from her with every push she gave to bring her child into the world.

Seokjin pushed some of her sweat-soaked bangs from her forehead and she continued to cry, her eyes shifting to look at him. She was thankful that he was there with her. Anastasia knew that it was typically not allowed for fathers to be present during the birth, but Seokjin strictly stated that he would be present no matter what and he dared a doctor to tell him otherwise.

He seemed to understand what was truly bothering her and Anastasia closed her eyes, letting the tears leak out over her cheeks. She felt his lips press against her forehead and, again, she pushed, squeezing his hand harder than she’d ever squeezed it. 

Then she heard it. The wailing cry of life from a newborn baby. Everyone in the delivery room released collective sighs of relief and happiness. Her spine practically dissolved into the bed, her muscles loosening as the nurses cleaned the crying babe. 

“Congratulations,” said the doctor as a nurse handed a swaddled and red-faced infant to Anastasia, “it’s a boy.”

Anastasia held the child in her arms, still crying and giving little coughs of protest to the cold world it was now forced to live in. She brushed his dark hair away as it made faces and sneezed. A sob exploded from Seokjin as he fell to his knees, his hands pressing into her arm and the blanket draped over her waist.

“...thank you, Ana,” he whispered through his tears, “thank you for giving us some hope now.”

Hoseok was the very definition of the living dead. 

His body moved of its own accord, but his mind was completely vacant. His legs carried him up and down the hall, his fingers curling in and out of fists to pop the joints in his knuckles. Somewhere along the way, his heart settled to a quiet murmur. It was like he’d already died.

This all had to be a nightmare.

Hoseok’s mouth was dry and even though a receptionist gave him water, it went down like sand in his throat. He did everything he could to occupy his mind, tethering him to the hospital. He spent a solid hour calling Taehyung’s phone, not caring that it continuously went straight to voicemail. It was something; the only thing that was preventing him from seeking Changkyun out and ripping his spine clean from his body.

Another hour passed before the medical examiner arrived. They said nothing to each other as he took the elevator to the morgue. Hoseok remained in the lobby alone. 

He didn’t know how much time passed, but when he next looked out a window, darkness had already blanketed the outside world.

Seokjin was the first one to cross his path, looking just as haggard as he undoubtedly felt. 

“How is she?”

“It got scary a few times,” he said while massaging his hands, “but she’s fine.”

Hoseok tried to smile but he failed, giving up on the gesture altogether. “And the baby?”

Seokjin looked at Hoseok for the first time and saw tears welling in his eyes. “...a son.” He smiled but Hoseok could see the pain behind it. “We have a son.”

“C-Congratulations, Hyung,” he stammered, reaching out to grasp his older brother’s hands, “I’m so glad.”

“Where are the others?” Seokjin asked as he looked around. “Are they still here?”

Hoseok sighed, releasing Seokjin’s hands to rub his own through his dark hair. “I’m not sure.”

“Are the guardians of Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Eden present?”

Both men turned to peer at the doctor who was holding a chart, looking around the lobby. Hoseok’s heart plummeted to his knees. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard it right, but if he had…

...Eden and Jungkook-ah?

“We’re here,” said Seokjin, getting the doctor’s attention. 

“Ah, I see,” he said, approaching them, “we’re still waiting on the final autopsy results. It may take a few more hours. Will you be here awhile?”

“Yes.” Hoseok frowned. “We’ll be here as long as it takes.”

They all gathered in a private room. Yoongi could only stare as the doctor waited for all of them to get situated. When he asked where Raelyn was, Seokjin said that she decided to go check on Anastasia to make sure she was okay after the birth. It was better for them all that they weren’t there. Seeing their friend return in the state she was in was terrible enough. They didn’t need to sit through this discussion.

Hell, he didn’t want to be here for it.

They waited for the doctor to gather his paperwork before watching him take a seat across from them. He looked at each of them, sighed, and then presented a piece of paper to them.

It was Jungkook’s death certificate.

“For your youngest brother, Jeon Jungkook. The time of death is 11:06 AM. The cause of death would be blood loss due to laceration of the abdominal aorta. There were some superficial scratches, we assume from some kind of flora in the area. But, upon examination, we noted a puncture wound conclusive of a knife blade that perforated the abdominal wall, portion of the liver, and just missed completely severing the whole of the abdominal aorta.”

Yoongi’s whole body shifted in the chair. He felt Seokjin’s hand grab for his own from under the table, keeping him rooted in his spot. The doctor paused, looking at them all for another moment, before placing the next sheet of paper on the table.

It was Jimin’s death certificate.

“For your younger brother, Park Jimin. Time of death is 11:28 AM. The cause of death was determined to be massive blood loss due to the severing of both the left femoral artery and the abdominal aorta. Mr. Park was found to have several contusions about his temple, bruising consistent with something like a group attack? There were actual footprint sized bruises noted by the examiner, as well as a few broken ribs. These, by themselves, wouldn’t be cause for concern. There was also noted to be crossbow bolt injuries to the shoulder.”

“A crossbow bolt?” Hoseok asked, his voice tight with emotion. Yoongi didn’t even have to look at him to note the anger tinged in the inquiry.

The doctor nodded. “Again, paired with the bruising, it wouldn’t have been as dire had not both the major sources of blood supply been severed.”

They watched him place the last piece of paper on the table next to Jimin’s.

It was Eden’s death certificate.

“For your youngest sister, Jeon Eden...”

The doctor paused, the weight of the silence palpable. It was clear that he wasn’t too keen on speaking about this, but Yoongi knew he was prepared to come across the table if he didn’t start talking soon. Removing his glasses, the doctor took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“As you well know, we had to turn over this information to the police in order to finish our autopsy. The findings were quite severe for Mrs. Jeon. We ordered a STAT toxicology report that we should be receiving back within the next day or so.” 

Load of fuckin’ good that does, Yoongi thought bitterly, the police are just going through the motions. They won’t give a damn what those results turn up.

“To start off with, I’m sure you’re aware that Mrs. Jeon’s injuries, her very state, is conducive to someone who was tortured?” 

No one uttered a word. They all just stared transfixed at the doctor, waiting for him to continue.

So he did.

“Mrs. Jeon was in a state of critical dehydration and paired with the blood loss? The cause of death is Hypovolemic Shock. Time of death is 11:32 AM. Her body was covered in medium depth knife cuts about her legs, arms and torso. There were a multitude of welts and gashes consistent with a whip or flog type tool based on the pattern upon her back.”

Yoongi felt Seokjin’s grip tighten around his hand. The anger that bubbled around his chest threatened to choke him. The chair shook underneath him with how hard he was vibrating.

“It was difficult to get fluid samples, but we did our best. There were also one or two small marks that are consistent with needle punctures. There was no food in her stomach and based on the appearance of her organs, we estimate a loss of about twenty percent of her total body fluid. The way she arrived and the blood loss from just...so many places at once - and the inability to replace those fluids are what we determine to be the cause of her passing.”

The legs of the chair scraped harshly across the floor, causing everyone in the room to jump. Yoongi was up on his feet, yanking his hand from Seokjin’s grasp. When he tried to go for it again, presumably to make him sit down, Yoongi smacked his hand away and glared hotly at his older brother.

No one said anything. Not until he turned to leave the room. He heard them calling after him, but it all fell on deaf ears. Yoongi found himself in the quiet hallway, his legs moving faster until he ran full-speed out through the lobby and into the parking lot. When his feet hit the pavement, he doubled over and dry heaved toward the ground, feeling his intestines twisting inside of him with the storm of emotions barreling through him.

Tears fell to the ground at his feet and Yoongi felt the world lean in a raw tilt. He collapsed to his knees, punching the concrete repeatedly. He didn’t care that he was breaking skin and blood was splattering along the ground. He longed to feel something other than the wave of despair that threatened to swallow him completely.

When he could no longer feel the blows to the ground, he stopped long enough to reach into the inside pocket of his jacket. Fishing around inside, he shakily pulled out the two bloodied rings in his hand. Through his tears, he read the words inscribed on each of them.

On Eden’s ring was engraved the word “Together”. On Jungkook’s, the word “Forever”.

Curling his hand into a fist, he began pounding at his chest - mouth wide with the onset of something threatening to tumble from his throat. 

The loud clap of thunder overhead drowned out the sound of his screams.

Call You Mine [MYG]

Plot: "I never regretted the day that I called you mine..." 

A Min Yoongi/Agust D one-shot. 

That's it. That's the summary. I have nothing else to say. 

Happy Birthday Min Yoongi!

Rating: PG // SFW

Genre: fluff | romance | idol romance | one-shot

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,912

AN: Wee. It’s late. I’m late. I’m always late. Who’s surprised? Not me. Happy Birthday Lil Meow Meow! All reblogs, critiques/reviews, comments and affection are accepted! Happy reading!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

"Who are you?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your breathing shifted just now."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. That was how he always responded when you asked him that. Was it because you knew him so well? Or were you just anxious? Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, it was something you didn't want to admit aloud.

Not to yourself. Not to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked. 

Of course it mattered! 

You didn't respond, determined to get your answer first.

He flashed you a mischievous grin, a bit of his silver fringe falling along the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you guess?"

You felt your lips pulling into a pout, mustering what patience you had to not smack his bare chest with all the strength you could manage this late in the night. Even in the low light, he must have seen the disapproving look you were giving him. Lifting one hand up, he lightly poked your forehead and you whined at being teased. You knew he did this to get a rise out of you. He also knew how important it was for him to give you an answer.

It bothered you how much he always dragged his feet on this matter. The more logical side always reminded you to have patience. This was his own personal game that he liked to play with you. Sometimes he would win. Sometimes you did. 

No one was really keeping score anymore.

You didn't want to guess. You didn't feel like playing this game tonight. To showcase your intent, you roughly pulled from his side and flipped over on the bed to turn your back to him. This must have surprised him because he didn't start laughing at your reaction. In fact, the bed was absolutely still - your breaths barely audible in the dark.

Warmth touched the flare of your hip as he placed his hand there. You tried not to relish in his touch, but it was difficult. After everything you'd gone through to get to this moment, it was only self-inflicted pain to ignore him. Part of you knew to stand your ground. The other part was willing to give in to his advances.

Because you loved him so much. Because you loved all of him…so much.

“Hey,” he called softly, reaching over your stomach and pulling you close to his body, “remember when we first met? At that bar in that one town?”

You bit back a scoff. Like you could forget. He never made it easy for you to, even if you wanted to. 

You kept silent, not wanting to cater to his need to hear your voice. To hear how, even now, you found yourself in an endless loop of falling in love with him each and every single day. To him, you were a lifeline for survival. To you, he was the reason you pushed through your tiresome work week.

The bar was crowded that night. It was an average Friday evening. You were out with friends, hitting the town and it was the third bar on the stop of your group’s infamous “bar hops”. Nothing was special about that night. It was just the end of another long work week for you. Another end of being a faceless number down a long hall of cramped cubicles and endless phone calls. A moment’s reprieve from jittering printers and raucous fax machines.

Two days of escape from being a nameless paper pusher in a seemingly endless cycle of meaningless.

He walked through the doors with his entourage - exuding purpose and power. They were celebrating another successful performance and chatter about said performance was the first thing you heard as they burst through the door. You watched him go straight up to the bar and buy it out, saying everyone’s drinks for the rest of the night were on him.

You envied his smile. You envied his “can do” attitude that dripped from every square inch of his body.

But it was his freedom that made you jealous the most.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly fancy that night. A pair of acid washed jeans stuffed in combat boots, a loose sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. Hell, even your hair was in a messy up-do. After all, you weren’t looking for an easy score that night. Your plans to get laid were the furthest thing from your mind.

Yet there was no mistaking the way he zeroed in on you. Out of all the patrons in the bar, you were the one he decided to nail his focus to. You were the one who somehow managed to get his attention.

So, what should have been a night of blissfully getting toasted with your friends turned into something much different.

Feeling his lips against the nape of your neck, you felt your breath hitch slightly as his mouth moved to speak. “I asked you what you were doing for the rest of your life.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from your chest, causing you to curl up into a ball as you covered your mouth. It was one of the most absurd questions you’d ever been asked. Who even asked something like that in this day and age? What you were doing tomorrow? Sure. What you were doing next weekend? Of course.

The rest of your life, however, held a different weight altogether.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight,” came your amused reply as you lowered your hands from your face. You still refused to look at him. “That’s what I said.”

The memories were flooding in quickly. His looks. The low dulcet sound of his voice. Even the cute little lisp he had when he spoke excitedly about something. His hair was a different color back then; jet black with an undercut. 

Everything changed in that one conversation. 

Despite his big spending at the bar, you knew he wasn’t well off. Not yet. But he had big dreams. He had drive. Money didn’t grow on trees and his dream would yield fruit if it prospered. Music, however, was such a shaky basket to throw all of your eggs into. But his passion and determination made you believe that he was telling the truth; that nothing would stop him from succeeding. He was determined and there was a small part of you that wished for his success. Somebody needed to grow wings and fly.

But the conversation didn’t take long to reverse back to you. On to your current occupation and your overall distaste with how things were going in your own life. It was a dead end road. You knew this. Somewhere along the way, you even accepted it. Some people were paper pushers and others were the stars that people could admire from afar. You had no place in that world. Your meager complaints and tiny goals could hardly hold a candle to the strength of his burning ambition.

That’s what you believed in the beginning.

You should’ve known better. 

After his friends and yours all got together to finish the bar hop for the night, your groups eventually wound up near the outskirts of town at a park. The drinking, laughter and flirting continued. He was never far from your side and neither were you from his. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, his hand found its way into yours, holding it close. Your lips touched soon after and it was a magical moment.

That was the beginning of the end for  you.

Days rolled into weeks. Weeks into months. You looked forward to the weekends not to escape the dreary worklife you found yourself trapped in, but to see his performances in underground venues and fringe shows. The energy he exuded from the stage was intoxicating and the cheers from the crowd as he pumped them up was contagious. It only took a few shows and you were screaming and hopping around like an idiot like the rest of them.

Afterward, your groups would meet again to drink and celebrate in the success of the show. It wasn’t embarrassing for you all to run through the streets, screaming and shouting as the thrill of the night cloaked you from head to toe. Bottles of beers in your hands, you ran through crowds and stumbled down stairs in hopes of catching the last train home. You both cuddled in a drunken haze together as everyone talked all over one another - wrapped up in their own conversations.

It was only then that it became apparent that the person you were slowly falling for had two personas. One for the stage and one for when it was just the two of you. Sometimes they bled into one another. Sometimes they were kept far apart from each other.

Agust D and Min Yoongi.

As his success continued to build, your anxiety mounted - worrying about where your place was in his life. More months passed and the venues started to change. You knew there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to go to a performance because it was in the middle of the work week. Or maybe it was too far for you to travel. You couldn’t risk taking off of work for something “trivial” like a concert performance. That’s what your managers would say. They would belittle you for inconveniencing the rest of your co-workers. 

You had an image to maintain.

When he showed up on stage with silver hair, you knew that it was time. Agust D was rising to a level of stardom you wouldn’t be able to compete with. Fans cheered and remained loyal. Fans who were willing to drop any plans they had to hit the road and support their idol. They’d been around far longer than you had; had been cheering for him during a time when you didn’t even know he existed. 

It was the life he’d chosen; one you knew was going to take wing.

How were you supposed to stay close beside him? How were you going to continue to nurture this thing that existed between you both?

Feeling his arms wrap around your bare stomach, he pulled you even closer. You could feel his heartbeat slowly bumping against your shoulder blades. Yoongi pressed a kiss behind your ear, one of your weak spots, before allowing his tongue to glide along the curve of your jaw. You resisted the urge to moan at how he made you feel, both in that moment and every moment before now.

“I never regretted the day that I called you mine…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Part of you wanted to curse him for his words. For his way with words. But that was how he always was. On the stage or off, it didn’t matter. It was his answer for any worry that threatened to smother you into a dark pit of no return.

Slowly, you turned in his arms. Yoongi’s eyes peered at you, his brows furrowing with concern despite the smirk playing on his lips. 

“Do you know the answer?”

That was the answer to your question. It was always going to be the answer.

Lifting your arms up, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in, your lips barely touching his. “You’re Min Yoongi…” This time, you could feel your own smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “...and you’re mine.”

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “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?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60

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Word Count: 2,972

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Chapter 60: Come Back Home

“The thing that was blocking my life was my fear of tomorrow.”

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After he parted ways with Yoongi, he tore back into the building. A shrill whistle peeled from his teeth and fingers, issuing the signal for the remaining Golden Jackals still standing to vacate the premises. He crossed paths with one of his sentries, Seungi, who handed him a detonator. Taehyung nodded to him, snatching the device from his hands and beelining for the boiler room. He’d already memorized the factory’s layout and knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach it.

When he threw the door open, he grinned widely at the four homemade pipe bombs strapped to the large metal boiler with gaff tape. There was a small clock attached to it, a timer set for ten minutes. He texted Hoseok and started the timer, gripping the detonator in case he would need to trigger the fuses early.

He hurried along from the basement to the main floor. Just as he exited the small underground stairwell, a fist connected with his chest. He stumbled back, nearly losing his footing. The detonator slipped from his grasp but Taehyung spun onto his knees, catching the device in one hand while blocking an ensuing kick to his face with his other forearm.

Growling, Taehyung jumped to his feet. He dodged another blow to his chest, pivoting on his back leg and landing a spinning kick to his assailant’s neck. He fell prone to the ground and Taehyung swung his leg up, crashing the toe of his boot across the man’s face. It didn’t take him long to determine that he was unconscious. He quickly shouted orders, whistling through his teeth again, before clamping the detonator between his lips. He grabbed the man’s ankles and dragged him out of the building from the blast hole Yoongi created earlier.

Golden Jackals yelled for everyone to get away. Whether they chose to listen or not was on them. Taehyung wasn’t about to get himself caught in the blast unnecessarily. The clock was ticking and there wasn’t much time left.

Falling back on his ass, he struggled to sit up as he watched both Jade Fang and Golden Jackal members running through the blast hole. Some jumped through windows and others fought tooth and nail every step of the way, even during such a dangerous situation.

He dropped the device in his lap, pulling out his phone and sending one last text to Hoseok.

Then he jammed his thumb onto the detonator’s button.

He felt heat, smelled smoke, and quickly lost his ability to see when reddish orange flames and black smoke covered the building from top to bottom.

He passed out seconds after hearing his brothers screaming his name.

Darkness covered everything completely.

Stars littered the cobalt sky above; pinholes in a blanket draped over the moon. A crescent moon.

An acrid smell continued to linger in the air and what little wind was able to brush over the destructive landscape only succeeded in circulating the smell in small cyclones. A few cars remained, but those that were able to escape the blast commandeered a few sedans and fled the scene. What bodies were left behind in the smoking factory would already be cremated. Their bodies would dissolve back into the earth from where they’d come, their spirits long departed for the Underworld. The Reaper was going to be busy tonight.

It was a shame that Taehyung wouldn’t be able to enjoy the spectacle from Hell himself.

He lightly patted the dirt from off his clothes, coughing and sneezing when some of it shot up his nose. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he pulled out a sucker. Ripping off the plastic covering, he sighed and slid the peach-flavored candy into his mouth. As he savored the taste, he leaned back on his hands and stared into the large expanse of sky over his head.

It really was a beautiful night.

Taehyung smiled, then laughed a little out loud. Tears streamed out the corners of his eyes, but he continued to laugh. His shoulders shook violently until he curled his knees up to his chest and sobbed openly into them. Wrapping his arms around his knees, he buried his face into his forearms and wept. Pieces of the building crumbled behind him, but he could barely hear it over his own cries.

The lollipop fell from his mouth, instantly covered in dirt when it hit the ground. Spit and snot dripped from his mouth and nose as his fingers threaded through his bangs. He tugged at them hard, feeling the sharp sting of his roots being pulled. Hoarse noises erupted from him and a horrible ache twisted inside his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. Taehyung tried to rub at his chest, but it did nothing to ease the pain that came with breathing and crying simultaneously.

He mouthed a set of words, but no recognizable sound followed the motion. Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes, he tried to rid them of the tears but they continued to fall.

Thoughts of Raelyn and their unborn child immediately flooded his mind, causing him to sob even harder. Choking barks of pain were all he could muster while his hand twisted into the fabric of his shirt. He then pounded at his chest, attempting to calm the raging pace of his heart. But nothing worked. Everything hurt. Everything would continue to hurt.

He had no choice now.

With shaking hands, Taehyung pulled out his phone, switching it back on. There was an immediate onslaught of text messages and voicemails. Most of them were from his brothers. The others were from Raelyn.

He ignored them all.

Instead, he swiped over to where his voicemails were, scrolling down to the last message Jimin sent him. Again, he listened to it as he cradled the phone in both of his trembling hands.

“Ya, Kim Taehyung…you son of a bitch. How could you just take off for the gates of the Underworld alone? Huh? Don’t even think about stirring up a bunch of shit without me. Jungkook and I will be there soon.”

Another broken sob tore through the night, shaking him to the core. How could he continue living his life knowing that better people were denied that same gift? Their trust in Taehyung was what caused all of this to transpire in the first place. They believed the message that was sent from his phone, trusting that he was giving them the right information. If it weren’t for his own carelessness, his own ego, there was a good chance that his brothers would still be alive. Maybe they would have lost Eden and it would have broken everyone in a different way, but the loss wouldn’t have been this heavy.

It wouldn’t have been this great.

Having a happy life with Raelyn, with their child, was something that he didn’t deserve. Taehyung had no right to experience such joys in this life. He would need to suffer the consequences and make sure that those who remained were able to bask in that bliss.

For now, Taehyung would be selfish one more time, and cry for everything that he was about to lose.

No… For everything he was about to let go.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. It was late, whatever the time was. Taehyung switched to the keypad buttons on the phone and hit three numbers.

1.

1.

2.

The line rang twice before someone picked up the phone, asking him what his emergency was.

“My name is Kim Taehyung. I’m currently in Nam District in Itaewon. There is an old factory owned by a man named Im Changkyun. It’s destroyed. I’m the one who did it. There are also dead bodies buried under the wreckage. I killed them.”

A sad smile passed over his lips and he laughed weakly into the receiver.

“Come and arrest me. I’ll be waiting for you.”

After he ended the call, Taehyung turned off his phone and slid it back into his pocket. He gently fell onto his back, hands resting along the back of his head as he stared up at the stars. The crescent moon that hung in the sky really looked like Buddha’s fingernail. Reaching out with his hand, he let his fingers stretch as far as they would go – his palm covering the moon as much as it could.

Then he squeezed his hand into a fist, covering the light of the moon completely from his view.

“I’m sorry, Raelyn Noona…”

Twenty minutes slipped by when Taehyung heard the police sirens. He sat up, his eyes spying out the flashing red and blue lights off in the distance. Grinning, he readjusted himself so that he was pressing his knees to the ground. When the police cruisers skidded to a halt, kicking up more dirt in front of him, Taehyung’s grin eased off just a bit as he slid his hands behind his head.

The cold sting from the handcuffs bit into his skin. His wounds ached as the officers hauled him onto his feet. He didn’t utter a single complaint when they all but threw him into the back of the vehicle.

He only laughed when the officers said he was crazy for turning himself in.

Three Days Later Seoul – Cheongdamn; Gangnam District South Korea

Hoseok was half a step away from checking himself into a mental hospital.

For nearly twenty-four hours, he believed he’d lost both Seokjin and Taehyung. The proceedings with obtaining Seokjin’s autopsy and death certificate took a bit longer than it had for Jimin, Jungkook and Eden. Mostly because the person who was fattening the police chief’s pockets was now dead. Anastasia was nearly inconsolable but having the support of Seokjin’s family and their son, Gidae, was enough to get her through the worst of her postpartum. When Hoseok couldn’t be there for her, Namjoon was and he remained a rock and shield when she needed him.

Raelyn was another matter.

She believed Taehyung was dead for real. She believed it because they believed it. The level of stress and anxiety she was suffering from was too much for even Hoseok to bear at times. But he remained steadfast, comforting her and reassuring her that things would be fine. They would be okay.

He didn’t tell her about Taehyung’s last text message to him. Until they could uncover a body from the wreckage, there was nothing to rule out.

It was the only sliver of hope they had and they clung onto it together.

Another day slipped by when Hoseok received word that Taehyung was incarcerated at the local police station. While he was being held for questioning, he wasn’t allowed visitors. When Hoseok tried to get a lawyer to represent his brother, he was flabbergasted to hear that the council Taehyung was offered was refused.

From what the defense attorney explained, Taehyung openly admitted to all the charges being placed against him. Arson, destruction of property, and manslaughter. There was the possibility of murder with intent being placed alongside his other charges, but his public defender insisted that the death of everyone inside of the building was from the act of arson and destruction of property done on Taehyung’s part. Until actual autopsies were done and toxicology reports were submitted, Taehyung’s charges stayed with just manslaughter and vandalism.

On the eve of the third day, Taehyung’s trial date was set. Because his case involved manslaughter, he wasn’t allotted the opportunity for bail.

He was finally allowed to visit. Hoseok took Raelyn with him to the station.

The security guard led them to Taehyung’s jail cell where he sat waiting for them. Because he wasn’t sentenced yet, he still wore the clothes he had on from the raid they unleashed at Changkyun’s warehouse. Hoseok resisted the urge to reach through the bars and knock Taehyung’s teeth down his throat. Instead, he chose to hold onto Raelyn’s hand as she squeezed his fingers with an iron grip.

Taehyung looked between the two of them, his eyes lingering at Raelyn’s swollen stomach, before he finally stood up from the floor. Dusting off the backs of his pants, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. Hoseok couldn’t read the look on his face, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung was up to something.

Had he been planning this all along?

“What are you two doing here?”

Hoseok frowned. “The real question is what the hell do you think you’re doing, Taehyung-ah?”

He lofted one brow; his expression almost bored. “What do you mean?”

“What are you trying to accomplish right now?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Taehyung, please,” said Raelyn as she reached toward the bars, “just tell us what’s going on. Why have you done this?”

Her arm slid between the bars and Taehyung immediately backed away from them. Raelyn’s arm lingered in the air and Hoseok had to internally admit to his own shock. This wasn’t like him. And what made it so much worse was that he didn’t appear to be hesitating in his actions.

Raelyn inhaled slowly, her breath shuddering slightly as her arm slid back to rest at her side. “God, you’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

He didn’t respond, continuing to stare at them both with a seemingly dead look in his eyes.

“So you’re just going to stay here? You’re not even going to fight back?” She slammed her hand against the iron bars. “You get sent to prison, and then what? What about our child, Kim Taehyung?!”

“You are not carrying my child.”

Taehyung’s words hit like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. Hoseok couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He cast a sidelong glance toward Raelyn just as tears streamed from her eyes.

“W-What did you just say?”

“I said,” Taehyung said, emphasizing the words, “that you’re not carrying my child.”

Hoseok’s arm shot out like a missile, grasping the scruff of Taehyung’s shirt collar. There was movement to his side and Hoseok released him in just enough time to catch Raelyn as she collapsed. Doing his best not to hurt her, he shouted for an officer to help him. Two patrolmen appeared, gathering Raelyn’s weight on either side of them.

He was about to follow when he felt a harsh tug at the sleeve of his jacket. Whirling around, Hoseok roughly knocked Taehyung’s arm away – causing the iron bars of the cell to rattle. He snatched at Taehyung’s collar once more, his vision blurring slightly from how harshly his blood was pumping through his veins.

“Look here, Kim Taehyung, you’re seriously—”

“You’re the father, Hyung.”

Hoseok blinked, his fingers loosening from around Taehyung’s shirt. “…what?”

“Listen to me,” he said, grasping at Hoseok’s hand, “no matter what, you are the father, do you understand?”

“That’s crazy talk, Taehyung-ah!”

“No it’s not!” He could hear the desperation in Taehyung’s voice, a far cry from the empty sounding words he’d heard him spouting earlier. “You know how our society is. It’s bad enough that Raelyn is a foreigner, but add the father of her child being a murderer and you can kiss that baby and the mother’s future goodbye.”

“You haven’t even been sentenced yet,” snapped Hoseok, “there’s still time! Let our attorney help you!”

“If they help me, then we will all have no future.”

Hoseok flashed him a look of confusion, not sure what he was implying. Taehyung seemed to read this and continued.

“I have to take the fall for this, Hyung. Otherwise you, Namjoon Hyung and Yoongi Hyung will all go down with me. If it’s just me, then the rest of you can still live your lives.”

He felt his bottom lip tremble slightly. “I…I can’t ask you to do that. I won’t let you do that!”

“Yes, you will.” He could feel Taehyung’s grip digging painfully into his wrists. “For the sake of my child’s future, Hyung, you will let me do this.”

“Taehyung-ah…”

“I’m doing this and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me. I can’t be with Raelyn. Not anymore.” Hoseok watched as tears spilled from Taehyung’s eyes. “I know you still love her. You never stopped. But I know you’re an honorable man who decided to let your little brother selfishly claim a nugget of happiness for himself.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly, unable to stop himself from crying. Why was this happening? Hadn’t they won? Hadn’t they achieved their goals and avenged their fallen family? Things were supposed to get easier from here. They could have been had they decided to stay in the criminal underworld after all.

How could they have fallen so far while walking on the path to make things right?

A heavy sigh spilled from his lungs. Taehyung released Hoseok’s hand and it sagged limply at his side.

“…have you picked a name?”

“Mirae,” he whispered softly, “her name will be Mirae.”

Hoseok scoffed, wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “You snuck and asked the doctor for the baby’s gender already, didn’t you?”

He watched his younger brother flash his trademark boxy smile through his tears. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

Grasping at his younger brother’s arms, he pulled him toward the bars so that their foreheads were pressed together. The two of them shared a companionable silence before they released one another.

“Thank you, Hoseok Hyung.” Taehyung’s smile remained. “Thank you for letting me do this. For you and for the rest of my family.”

The two men punched fists, the touch lingering a moment longer.

Then Hoseok turned and walked away, leaving a brother and the most noble of men to the fate he’d chosen for himself.

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