No Words, Pt 3

No Words, pt 3

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smutty AF. 

Words: 1545

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She was not OK.

This was not OK.

What are you doing?! She admonished herself as Taehyung nudged her face. The subtle motion changing the direction of her mouth as she turned away. The heat of his breath caressed her cheek. He had one hand holding both of her wrists captive above her head as the other hand slid down along the curve of her body. He pulled her against him until their hips collided.

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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 04: Blood, Sweat & Tears

"But your wings are wings of the devil In front of your sweet is bitter bitter..."

9 Years Ago Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

He’d been in Seoul for a year now. Hoseok could hardly fathom it. He never thought he would be here in the big city. Maybe as a tourist, but not as a permanent resident.

For his entire life, all he’d ever known was the vast countryside of Hwaseong. His family was one of the more well-known ones of the area. The Jung family had the most land and descended from a long line of people who tilled the land. South Korea reached its peak in technological advancements. Farming equipment was better, and people still had to work hard, but not as hard as they once did decades back.

When Namjoon asked if they would come to Seoul with him, Hoseok had his reservations. They all did. But one by one, they arrived in Seoul. Jimin was predictably the last to get there.

The first year was the hardest for them all. Or maybe it was more difficult for everyone else except Yoongi and Jungkook. Hoseok wasn’t quite sure. What he did know was that Jungkook thrived in the city. He was no stranger to hard work and manual labor in the industrial aspect, taking on odd jobs from restaurant delivery to factory work.

It was a little more difficult for the rest of them since all they really knew was farm work. For a time, Hoseok worked in a produce warehouse. The job itself was rewarding, and he was able to secure a few connections. Namjoon seemed to be pushing himself even harder in school – going so far as to take night classes. There were times when he would come home to their cramped two-bedroom apartment, attempting a smile but there would be a nosebleed soon to follow.

Jimin and Jungkook took on extra jobs to make things easier on the others. Namjoon could only do so much while going to school. He seemed damned and determined to finish faster than the rest of his classmates. Hoseok remembered him talking to Seokjin late one night when the others were asleep. Hoseok had gotten up to get some water and that was when Namjoon explained how he was basically going to hit the ground running for them all. He wanted them to succeed - to live like kings.

Hoseok admired his ambition.

Taehyung entered the apartment carrying two large plastic bags. The aroma of food filled the room and Hoseok stood from his perch in the corner. He immediately made his way toward the kitchenette to retrieve the small table they all ate from. Yoongi was right behind him, a case of beer in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. Seokjin looked up from reading his book on the top bunk bed, peering over the edge to see who all had returned home. He waved to Yoongi as he dropped his bag just by the door and Hoseok smiled as a sleepy Jungkook appeared from the other bedroom, scratching at his head and tummy at the same time.

Yoongi smirked, reaching up to rub Jungkook’s head as Hoseok handed him a glass of water. The older man made his way toward the mini fridge to put up the beer and Hoseok grinned as Jungkook drank his water slowly. 

“Did you have a late morning, Jungkook-ah?”

He nodded, heading to the kitchenette to wash the empty glass. 

“What time did you get in?”

Jungkook yawned. “Five this morning.”

Hoseok frowned just as Seokjin came down from the bunk bed. “I told you to quit one of your part-time jobs, Jungkook,” chastised Seokjin, his brows furrowing slightly, “Your Hyungs will take care of everything.”

Jungkook laughed as he plopped down on the floor where the table was being set up by Taehyung. It was a modest spread that probably came from a variety of street carts and tent houses. Yoongi was busying himself in the kitchen, retrieving utensils and bowls for everyone. 

A sigh left Hoseok’s lips as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking at it, he shook his head when he saw it was from Jimin. Apparently he’d left his key at home and was making his way up the stairs. Without having to say a word, he looked at Yoongi and watched him cross the short distance to the door and opened it - revealing a slightly winded Jimin on the other side. He beamed, tossing his delivery hat to the side as he shrugged out of his uniform jacket and slipped out of his work boots.

“Something smells good!” he said cheerfully as Taehyung drug him down onto the floor to sit beside him. He looked around the room, noting that they were one person short. “Where’s Namjoon Hyung?”

No sooner had he said it, the door opened to reveal Namjoon. He immediately dropped his school bag to the floor and kicked off his sneakers. He had a troubled look on his face and Hoseok frowned. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out that something was weighing on his mind and it had been for quite a few weeks now. Yoongi handed Namjoon a beer and just as he was about to take his seat at the other side of the table, he stopped. 

Namjoon looked at Seokjin who was seated at the other end of the table. Hoseok peered at the oldest one of his friends and then watched as the two of them shared a nod. Soon, they were turning their eyes toward Hoseok and he blinked, not understanding why suddenly their attention was on him. What chatter was happening immediately quieted - disturbed only by the sound of clinking silverware.

“Hoseok-ah,” came Seokjin’s soft voice, causing Hoseok to look at him, “go ahead and sit over there.”

Hoseok’s lips parted. He was talking about taking Namjoon’s seat at the head of the table. Looking between the two of them, he wasn’t sure what to say. In fact, he was pretty sure he could say nothing in this moment. He saw Jungkook chewing on a piece of kimbap while Taehyung cracked open a can of beer. Jimin set his rice bowl down and Yoongi lowered his chopsticks to the table. 

“H-Hyung,” stammered Hoseok, unsure of what to make of this, “sitting there…”

“Means you’re the leader,” finished Namjoon, grinning. He shifted over to where Hoseok continued to sit and held his hand out to him. “So get up and take your seat.”

Grasping Namjoon’s hand, he could barely feel his body leaving the floor. He glanced back at Seokjin who simply nodded. After a moment, Hoseok’s eyes met everyone’s at the table. It was no secret what they were about to get into. They’d all talked about it in length for some time and while Jimin had been the most against the idea, he relented in the end. 

They were finally going to delve into the dark criminal underworld. They were going to become gangsters.

It was assumed that either Seokjin or even Namjoon would be the one to lead them. It had been their idea. These part-time gigs and scrimping for every chunk of change they had to make ends meet was only temporary. Hoseok was simply waiting for the next set of instructions to come from either of them.

“But why?” The question came out a little harsher than he’d intended. However, Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s expressions remained pleasant. He couldn’t explain it, but this almost seemed to upset Hoseok more. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only one who can, Hoseok,” said Namjoon, placing his hand on his shoulder. Hoseok couldn’t hide the confusion on his face and this made his friend grin. “I’m still in school, though I’m gonna bust my fucking ass to get out early. Seokjin Hyung has to get us established so his face is going to be all over the place. Yoongi Hyung prefers to stay out of that seat because he’s already doing his part to get everything together for the other gangs to learn about us.”

Hoseok looked over at Yoongi who smirked, holding his can of beer in the air in a ‘cheers’ sort of fashion. He blinked as the three youngest merely smiled and nodded while putting food into their mouths. 

Apparently this was all discussed without him. While part of him was upset, he knew the reason why they’d done it. If he’d been involved in the conversation, he would have fought tooth and nail to make sure that someone else was put in that seat. Because he didn’t believe he was qualified enough.

“Hoseok-ah, listen to me…” Seokjin’s voice was calm; collected. It eased the hammering of Hoseok’s heart a measure. “You are the most qualified to lead us. You’re level-headed, merciful, and your overall image suits what is needed today. We are young and inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean we’ll be like that forever.” 

He paused, standing so that he, too, could be at Hoseok’s side. “You’re the strongest of us all. Because we know how scary you can really become. That image is what we need to really make an impression.” 

Something flickered in Seokjin’s gaze and Hoseok’s brows furrowed. 

“ That is the edge we need to survive in this world.”

  Present Day Seoul - Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

Hoseok stood on the second floor balcony, a glass of scotch in his hand. It clinked softly as the cubes of ice shifted while he leaned on his back leg. The chilly night air barely registered along his skin, though he knew that one of the others would appear with a robe or light lounge jacket for him to wear. The house was so big but he always knew when there was movement around.

It was part of his nature to be aware of his surroundings.

His eyes lowered to the street as he waited for a set of headlights to appear. He turned his left arm over to peer at his wrist. It was getting late and while he wasn’t normally worried for his friends, it gave him relief to know when they were all able to return home. 

No sooner had he looked at his watch did a pair of headlights round the corner and up the hill. Without having to guess, he knew that it was Taehyung with Jimin. They always returned home around this time. Jungkook was napping in his room and Yoongi said he would be on his way after meeting up with a friend. Another set of lights appeared and he guessed that it was Yoongi right on the other two’s backs.

Hoseok vacated the balcony and closed the glass French doors behind him. Making his way downstairs, drink in hand, he saw Seokjin appearing from the study while Namjoon poured away over some paperwork in the den. They never were in the business of bringing work home, but these days it couldn’t be helped.

The beep of the security lock echoed in the foyer just as Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin entered the house. They stepped out of their street shoes and slid into their house slippers. A sleepy Jungkook slowly made his way down the stairs, getting his head rubbed by the three men before they all trudged into the den where Seokjin and Namjoon were waiting. 

Taehyung handed several thick manila envelopes over to Namjoon and Seokjin just as Hoseok sat in the large plush leather chair. There were two leather couches on either side of a glass coffee table - the surface inlaid along intricate metal workings. Jungkook stole a sip of water from the glass Yoongi’d just brought in, leaning in to sniff the older man and Yoongi laughed. 

“Hyung, you smell like booze and engine exhaust…”

Yoongi smirked, shrugging. “I do?”

Hoseok grinned, crossing one leg over the other while his house slipper dangled from his foot. “You look pleased with yourself, Yoongi Hyung.”

“You could say that.” He took a seat next to Jungkook and Jimin as Taehyung handed off the file that Jimin gave him. “Looks like you two were busy.”

Taehyung flashed his boxy smile, a hint of mischief sparking in his eyes. His silvery blue and black fringe danced along his brows and ears. “You could say that.” There was a playful tone in his voice.

Yoongi rolled his eyes while taking the glass of water from Jungkook when he was finished. 

Jimin sighed while brushing his chestnut bangs off his forehead. “We just did what we were supposed to. I don’t know why he’s gloating.”

Taehyung’s cheeks puffed out in defiance. He was a grown man and he still acted like a child. Expelling the air from his mouth, he looked at Hoseok with raised brows. “How was your meeting, Hyung?”

Hoseok chuckled while setting his glass on the nearby coaster. “I guess you could call it productive.” He leaned back in the chair. “Though Namjoon and Seokjin Hyung just about had heart attacks.”

“Lies,” said Seokjin while holding up an envelope in the air, “we were just trudging through, oh, I dunno, a proverbial minefield.” He paused, looking Hoseok in the eye as he raised a brow. “Hoseok forgot to mention that he was carrying grenades in his pockets, is all.”

Jungkook grinned as he rested his hands behind his head. “You must have told Dongwook Hyung that we trashed his crew.”

“I did,” came Hoseok’s nonchalant reply, “and I also told him not to come stomping through our turf again just because he can’t handle the shit going on in his own house.”

There was an edge to Hoseok’s voice that none in the room missed. Namjoon stilled his hands long enough to brush one of them through his ash blonde locks. “It was risky, but Hoseok made it very loud and clear that everyone needs to stay out of that particular area of Gangnam.”

“Dongwook Hyung is such a fucking piece of work,” snapped Taehyung as he stretched his long legs out in front of him. “He’s all bark and no bite. Always has been.”

“That doesn’t make him any less dangerous, Taehyung-ah,” Hoseok said calmly. “I gave him a warning, but that doesn’t mean he’ll take this insult lying down.”

“Let him try it,” Jungkook half-snarled, as if he were ready to launch an assault. 

Hoseok held out a hand to Jungkook. “Hey, none of that,” he chastised before looking to Yoongi. “There’s no guarantee that Dongwook Hyung was the only one with the itch to move into our territory. Don’t let your guard down and don’t make any hasty movements. Got it?”

Everyone nodded. They had spent some time making a name for themselves and it probably didn’t help that they had their fingers in a lot of different pots. Gambling. Investment banking. Night clubs and various other forms of underground entertainment. International dealings with other investment firms. Their next move would be to take over a few hotels and start going into the real estate business.

Land was more precious than gold.

“Seokjin Hyung,” said Namjoon suddenly, causing everyone’s eyes to look in his direction, “did you find a personal financial advisor that’s willing to work just for us?”

Seokjin grinned as he folded his arms across his chest. “I think so. It’s just a matter of getting them to bend a little.”

“Good. The sooner we get them working for us, the better off we’ll be. We need to start consolidating assets soon and focusing all of our energy into just a few projects. Spreading ourselves this thin worked in the beginning because we needed to get our names out there.” Namjoon paused, leaning back into the couch while tossing the manila envelope in his hand onto the table. “Now that people know who we are, it’s really time to sink our claws into the ground.”

Hoseok nodded. “The sooner, the better.”

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Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

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

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Chapter 3- Party Poison

"This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war.”

Vairuit looked at her new companion with great interest. She’d heard all about the Ifrit from her Clansmen but never had the opportunity to see one up close. They were true to the tales, taller than the Heavens and with skin as dark as the space they traveled through. Her clansmen varied from Clan to Clan, different colors but all with the vibrant eye shades that had one thinking that their eyes were glass. All the better to see you with, some said. Being of the Mao, her clansmen were called the Ngeru-Ngeru; a noble line which prided themselves on bringing about the most highly decorated and ferocious Mao.

However.

Vairuit always wanted a life of adventure over rank. That’s how she found herself all the way out there, looking at the Ifrit who offered her a deal. One that would benefit both of them and she would get the adventure she was seeking. Truthfully, she’d been wandering around for far too long as she was a social creature but one that had been around her other clan members. Hopping from place to place and hoping that there would be something on the other side was starting to get weary when all along? She should have just waited for something to settle in her lap there on Sagittarius. And to think that it would involve the Pirates again, something that made her lick her lips in excitement.

There was always time to fuck over Pirates, even more so when they had been doing too much. And getting into everyone’s business like they owned the space around them, that was something she had said before about them.

“20 thousand credits and we have a deal.”

They were currently at another bar, one on the far side of the town as a place to hide out for a moment. Nyala recognized her ability the moment that she quite literally burst in the scene and if she remembered her lore correctly, the Mao were known for their fighting skills. So she would be a great asset, especially once she got Lirael back on her feet because she could not fight herself. Only had abilities that she was still discovering while she was out and functional. The Ifrit grinned, a bit wolfish herself with the action as she shook Vairuit’s hand in agreement, quite pleased with the price of a bodyguard. It seemed that the other that she had been waiting on had just missed out but it wasn’t any matter to her anymore. She had what she had originally come down there for, even if it wasn’t on the ship she arrived in.

Vairuit stretched and laughed, happy with how things turned out before ordering another drink for the both of them. Nyala had to admit that this adventure was going to turn quite fun despite the circumstances. The threat of death, no matter how painful, was always more tolerable when one could say that they didn’t regret anything that they did in the process.

Was that the life of an Outlaw?

Nyala reminded Vairuit that drinking excessively would have to wait until they retrieved a piece of equipment that she had hidden from the pirates. The Mao laughed and reassured her that it would take a lot more than that to get her even remotely tipsy, though she didn’t want to test that theory because her body possibly could not handle it. After a few more drinks, they finally left the bar but not without someone noticing their movements.

“Jungkook, I’m picking up multiple reports of pirates in your region. It seems that they’re gathering in one spot like they’re about to ambush something or someone. I don’t recognize the symbol but I don’t trust it so I’m about to close shop-- permanently.”

He sighed at the message from his partner, feeling a bit frustrated by the turn of events. Jungkook was finally starting to like Sagittarius after being there for over 2 years. Jin and himself had settled there after being on the run for so long from the same enemy. It had taken a while for Jin to recover after what was done to him. So he had struck out on odd jobs until he was well enough to participate. And now? All of that was going down the pipes with the arrival of this client, who had drug their worst fears to them. Or was it only just a matter of time? That was something he would have to ask fate or whoever it was that was up there in the sky, dictating their lives.

“A camera caught the picture of the client, speeding down the highway towards the southern sector. That would put them near us but the way that they seem to be going, there’s nothing out there but rural houses and caves. Oh, and you should know that she’s accompanied by a Mao.”

“It seems that she no longer needs protection with her around, huh? I don’t trust it, Jin.” replied Jungkook, taking the next exit that would put him on the path that his client took. He heard his partner sigh in his ear, humming in agreement. Whatever they were doing was bringing the whole damn calvary down upon them all and that wasn’t good for anyone. And he wasn’t about to have those fuckers chasing after them once they realized who all was converged there. His foot pressed on the pedal harder, making the engine roar louder as he himself sped down that same highway.

“Are you sure this is the place? There’s nothing out here but grain and mammals.”

Nyala looked up at the area where she had stashed Lirael in her cryosleep container. She was absolutely sure that it was the place, bringing out a device from a pocket. She punched in a few of the buttons and the field that she had placed over the building fell, revealing a two-story home that had been long abandoned. They both grinned at each other and headed in, the second floor where she had been put. However, neither of them noticed that there was someone hot on their tail. Just one person that had been speeding his way to get to them, hair flying in the wind.

It wasn’t until Nyala had the crate almost up to their car when the sound of his engine could be heard by Vairuit. Hackles rising, she turned towards the vehicle as it approached as she was ready to attack if needed. Still, the car did not fire upon them nor did it make any aggressive movements towards them which Nyala noted. She held up a hand to her companion and eyeballed the car herself. She couldn’t be sure if the person coming towards them was friend or foe with all the energy brewing.

It wasn’t until the man roared up to them that she could sense things clearly. He harbored some animosity but not to the point where he wanted to interfere with them.

“What in the actual fuck are you two doing? You’re bringing pirates on all of us?!”

“Excuse you but we are busy here so run along.”

The newcomer and Vairuit almost immediately butted heads while Nyala stopped what she was doing to intervene. She stepped between both of them and looked down at the male, eyes glowing with urgency.

“We are leaving now. There is no need for you to be here if pirates are coming but they are coming for us and not you.”

The male sighed sharply and ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what she said. It wouldn’t be long if they had already tried to ambush them at the bar, which meant that they were probably on almost on top of them. He turned on his heel and went around the car to inspect what she was doing. Nyala followed him and slapped his hands away from the crate, making him turn a full circle when she threw him off. His eyes hardened when he faced her again and Vairuit stepped closer to the Ifrit, eyeballing him as well.

“Is that why they’re after you? Whatever it is, the Demon Armada is after you. When you were supposed to meet up with me at the bar, I saw the aftermath of what happened. I don’t care what it was that you did but you just jeopardized my being here. So like it or not, we’re working together. So tell me what’s in the box.”

“I am not splitting my pay with you. I’m all that she needs so back off!”

“Then I’m doing it for free. What’s. In. the. Box?”

The argument that was starting to break out between Vairuit and the newcomer was getting heated but Nyala felt a strange disturbance. In the distance, there had been several others that started to gather there and if they left soon--they might have a chance to escape. She opened her mouth to tell them of the developments but a bullet ricocheted off the side of his car, alerting them to the danger that had gathered. The man whipped around and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at where it came from while Vairuit growled as she dropped into an attack stance. Nyala covered the box with part of her body in response, checking to make sure that it wasn’t hit. A voice floated above them, or was it around them? The voice seemed disembodied as it spoke to them, slowly and as if it was enjoying seeing them squirm.

Nyala of the Ifrit. You took something you weren't supposed to and we need the both of them back. Give us the Android and the Antares back. You and your companions will die merciful deaths should you comply.

She sucked in a breath at the words, ready to defy them regardless. The male cursed and hit the car, glaring at both of them. He was right, she realized and whether or not she wanted it--they were now all working together, regardless of who was getting paid. She turned to the male and held up a hand to calm him down. He was ready to fire at someone, she could tell but if they were to get out of there safely then all hands needed to be calm.

“You said you waited for me at the bar? Then you must be Jungkook. Listen, they absolutely cannot get what is inside this box. If they do, then they will be able to act on their delusions and that will cause many lives to be lost. Please, help us get out of here and to my ship.”

At her words, he paused and looked her dead in the eye as if he was trying to ascertain whether or not she was telling the truth. There was something in his eyes that seemed to know what she was talking about. Something flickered in the back of his mind, a warning or was it something from long ago? He couldn’t be sure but helping them out, they all now had no choice in the matter. He grunted and went to his trunk, grabbing some chains to hook up his car to the back of theirs. Nyala took that as a sign to get the crate in the back of her car.

When the voice spoke, the group was still fairly far off but by the time they were ready--they were now within her eyesight. And they had quite a few people there gathered to stop them, where ever they decided to go. The voice called out again for their surrender between the three of them, each of them showed their disinterest in the group as they sped off. Vairuit was in the front seat with Nyala, whom was driving and Jungkook was in the back with the crate. He had taken off one of his energy shields and placed it on the crate because he knew that there would be gunfire.

“Jin, I’m going to be coming in hot. Meet us at the ship, we’re going to blow this place.” He had pushed the earpiece to talk to his partner, who grumbled the entire time. As they sped along, the car behind them being drug faithfully--the pirates had slowly started to catch up to them as it was now a race to see who could get to whom first. Shots were soon fired, making Nyala swerve a bit. Vairuit and Jungkook both fired back while she drove. She gritted her teeth as a thought passed her mind but she shoved that thought back.

She would not use that just now.

The gun and shells were warm against her ribs, where she had them holstered. A constant reminder of what destructive things she learned during her time abroad. Ducking from another shot, Jungkook handed Vairuit a couple more weapons that he had on his body before taking aim again. That was getting them nowhere and the distance was slowly being shortened between the both of them.

“Slow down a bit! I’ve got a surprise for them!” He called out over his shoulder to Nyala. She gave him a panicked look through the rearview mirror but complied. Just a little closer, he thought. His hand reached inside his jacket to grab a grenade that he had stashed there, just in case. After doing so, he took off the jacket that he had on and tossed it to the winds. He pulled the pin in the same action, the jacket flying out of his hands and towards the pursuers. They jerked away from the object, thinking that there was something in it. Jungkook tossed the grenade in the cockpit of the car and shot the chain off.

The car, now released, spun out of control backward towards the group. The majority of them could not avoid the large object so suddenly and when it exploded, it took out a good chunk of them. The car was used for an even bigger explosion and shrapnel damage as well. Nyala slammed her foot down on the pedal while Vairuit cheered, their speed increasing greatly. That would only give them a certain amount of time but it gave them time to get away.

For the time being.

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