The Edits You Use For Your Fics Like Make It Right And Edge Of Forever Are Very Whitewashed And Every

the edits you use for your fics like make it right and edge of forever are very whitewashed and every time i see networks reblog your stuff and i see those edits it makes me very sad because of how normalized it is to whitewash the members and lighten their skin so much

I’m sorry that you feel that way, but let me please shed some light on a few things. One: I am a POC and I am also half Korean. Admin T is also a POC. Two: the edits that I use are from official photoshoots released from Big Hit prior to me going in and editing them for my posters/moodboards/etc. I do not tweak the coloring of their skin. I use filters for the overall aesthetic. The same goes for Admin L. For the actual gifs, we use those from videos or performances or interviews. That has nothing to do with how we feel about the issue as a whole. 

If you bother to read any of our works, you will see that we write for POC characters and the boys are not “whitewashed” in any of the stories we have created. If you want to feel sad about something, don’t turn it toward our edits, turn it toward the company who feels the need to have filtered their earlier photoshoot sets to a lighter tone. If you look at their later works, you will see that isn’t the case. 

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Hi!! I’m so so sorry I know it’s long overdue but things have been really chaotic with school and corona but I promise I’ll have your gift done soon!! -P (your secret admirer)

Awwww, it’s okay Secret Admirer! We know that life happens sometimes and we are all just trying to be safe and healthy! No rush and take your time! We aren’t going anywhere!

~ Admin E

Blanket Thief | PJM

Requested by @moccahobi​ for our 100 Follower Special!

Plot: Blanket thievery is a serious crime in a relationship…

Rating: PG // SFW

Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | Established Relationship | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Mild Language

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

Word Count: 982

A/N: This is cute. This is fluffy. This is a serious issue between couples. Don’t be a blanket thief. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I love you. Enjoy!

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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

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

Warnings: Graphic 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

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

Word Count: 2,395

Chapter 27: Singularity

“Did I lose myself? Or did I gain you?”

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“Shhh,” came Taehyung’s voice, breath and lips just barely brushing across the soft skin of the beautiful woman beneath him. “You just got back and you need to relax.”

Her skin tone, a lovely brown, glowed beautifully under the dimly lit lamp of her bedroom. He’d conveniently pulled the curtains to dim the early afternoon light. He smirked, watching as her stomach dipped with a sharp intake of breath and saw it still as she held the same breath she took. He began to undo the buttons that had previously been freed from their restraints with his deft fingers. Her ivory and black lace trimmed bra revealed itself beneath the fabric of the blouse, her cleavage prominent and oh-so-very enticing. Once he undid the final button that he could see, he pulled the hidden bits of the blouse out from inside of her pencil skirt – freeing them as well.

He lifted his gaze to meet Raelyn’s, watching as her dark hues took on an amber glow from the lamplight. She had been feeling down the past few weeks. Work was getting taxing, that much was certain, and while his own job kept him busy, Taehyung always made time to give Raelyn his absolute attention. The party was meant to serve as a celebration for all their accomplishments, for them finally walking the legal path they’d strived to reach. But it was hard to miss the hesitation and tension that permeated between Hoseok and her.

Taehyung was ever observant in this aspect.

It would be a lie if he didn’t say he felt a twinge of jealousy. How could he not? For the better part of a year he’d been pursuing Raelyn, despite her constantly giving him the cold shoulder. Something changed, however, in the last few months. He wasn’t sure if she was attempting to take a chance with him or if she’d fully gotten over Hoseok. She didn’t seem like the type to have lingering attachments, but Raelyn could also be a bit sentimental when she wanted to. She was beautiful and determined to remain free from any sort of shackles that attempted to bind her.

It was why he’d offered up the idea of simply letting things flow as they would. No pressure. And little by little, she started to open herself a bit more than she had in the past. Taehyung was elated at the opportunity, not wanting to waste it or any time once it was presented.

She sighed, bringing him out of his thoughts. The silver pendant around her neck shined under the lamplight and he leaned forward to press his lips on her skin just to the left of it. He felt something pulse at his throat and a ravenous hunger took over. Something was so sexy about a woman completely vulnerable. He could just eat them up.

He could just eat her up.

“You’re killing me,” she said, her hands moving to reach for the waist of his pants. Taehyung’s smirk remained as Raelyn began pulling at the hem of his shirt. “You do know that, right?”

He helped her along, leaning back so he could reach behind him with one hand to pull his shirt up and off his person. Taehyung threw it to the side without a care – hearing it land on the floor with a soft whisper of sound.

“I’ll make it a painless death, I promise,” he whispered, dipping his tongue into her collar before moving lower.

Taehyung pressed his lips to her stomach as he slid his hands beneath her skirt. She shifted beneath his hands and he dipped down a bit further so that they could situate themselves into a more comfortable position on the bed.

“Besides, you know you like it when I take my time.”

He leaned forward, his lips forming into a pout so he could press a kiss against the right cleft of her breast as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of her silk panties. Gripping them tightly, the tip of his tongue began sliding slow, affectionate trails along her skin. As he pulled his hands back, he brought her underwear right along with them. Once his hands were at her knees, he removed them from beneath the skirt as he grasped the zipper at the right side of her hip, tugging slowly to unzip the garment. A soft gasp pushed from Raelyn’s lips and Taehyung smirked, learning down to capture those same lips as he fed on her mouth in an agonizingly slow motion.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up so she could shrug out of her blouse – throwing it to the side to join his own shirt. Her hands shot forward, digging her fingers into the meat of his thighs and he growled into her mouth, smiling into the kiss as his fingers slowly danced along her spine. He felt the clasp of her bra and flicked his wrist, feeling the constraints pop free. His other hand moved to rest at the dip of her breasts, curling under the cups of her bra before pulling downward – freeing her.

Taehyung groaned softly, his erection straining against the zipper of his slacks. There was a tinkling sound as Raelyn fussed with his belt, whipping it out of the loops and yanking it with such force that it flew into the wall with a clatter. He broke the kiss momentarily, blinking at her as his lips formed into an open-mouthed smile, his attention on Raelyn’s face as she busied herself with his pants. She cut her eyes at him and he silently obeyed, shimmying out of his pants – his simple black boxer briefs all that remained on his person.

He looked at her, still grinning, noting that she was still in her skirt. And only her skirt. Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, as if he was about to reprimand her. However, instead of verbally chastising her, he grabbed for her skirt and yanked them completely off her legs. She gasped, eyes widening with surprise and when it looked like she was about to protest, Taehyung silenced the verbal onslaught by sealing his lips over hers.

The moan of pleasure she released was almost his undoing. He pushed her body down with his own, his bulge practically bursting out of his underwear. Taehyung quickly slipped out of them, wanting to feel all of her against his own skin. Taking a moment to card his fingers through her hair, Taehyung inhaled slowly – taking in her perfume and the hint of sweat that peppered across Raelyn’s skin.

He’d never get tired of it; tired of her. Of waking up to her body molded into his, like jigsaw puzzles lost from the picture but finding each other in the corner of a child’s playroom. Forgotten by all except each other.

He wanted to believe they were a perfect match.

Taehyung’s lips caressed her jaw, his arm snaking down and dipping over her bare stomach - his hand gliding between her legs and relishing in the warmth of her folds.

She called his name, her voice thick with a need of her own; deep and rumbling. It made him ache for her even more; more than when he normally did. Wriggling down, his movements urged her legs to part so he could have his meal. There was no need to hurry. Not today. They had no obligations. Pleasing Raelyn was all he needed to focus on, and he took his sweet time doing just that. He groaned with pleasure as she keened against his mouth, and he drank all of her. He wanted to claim her soul by sucking it right out of her.

He never got tired of her mewling. He knew he never would.

Raelyn’s voice was softer now, hot pants leaving her lips as her thighs trembled against his shoulders. Taehyung wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His hands grasped at her hips, thumbs dipping into her skin as he pulled her just a little bit closer. He tugged her to the left, urging her to turn over, and he let his chest fall against her back. His hands gently caressed her ribs, sliding down the length of her arms, finally resting them at her wrists. Fingers curled around her slender wrists, feeling her muscles growing tighter as she reached for everything.

He pulled back to position himself behind her, nails raking up her sweat-tinged spine, and Taehyung whispered her name as his hips moved forward to slide into her in a single motion. He instantly saw stars, blinking them back as he let everything was over her – their motions slow; timeless.

Taehyung knew he wanted this and nothing else. All of her. Forever.

Stroke after stroke rolled from Taehyung and he felt her walls clenching around his shaft, squeezing what little control he had left out of him. His hips bucked into her backside and she cried out, the feel of her orgasm riling him up to the point of release; the need to chase her took precedence immediately. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her close as he pulled her back down onto the mattress with him as they fell on their sides.

Labored breathing filled the space of her room and Taehyung nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He felt her arm resting on top of his, her fingers lacing through his own, and he smiled against the softness of her skin. Still buried inside of her, he could feel her heartbeat in tandem with the throbbing of her velvet heat wrapped around him. He kissed her neck for good measure, and she laughed softly as it seemed to tickle now that the aftermath claimed them both.

For a while, they said nothing. Taehyung often engaged in pillow talk, but not with Raelyn. He knew she was the type to take in and marinate what just happened. This wasn’t the first time they’d had sex, but he treated it like the first time whenever he could think about it. Because it felt more meaningful that way. It reminded him to not take things for granted if he faced them as if for the first time every time.

He heard her sigh. Not a tired sigh, but a sigh that held a heaviness to the sound. Taehyung frowned slightly, his brows furrowing with worry. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see her face, but her body shook softly in his arms.

“What’s on your mind, Noona?” he asked gently, not wanting to come off as nosy but more concerned.

She shook her head. “It’s…it’s nothing.”

“Hey…” He shifted, moving her body so that she could turn over and face him. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers. “…come on. Talk to me.”

Raelyn looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to go about saying it. That was troubling all by itself. She never had a problem speaking her mind at any given moment. He didn’t understand why this time should be any different.

Her lips pressed together in a thin line, her brows knitting together as she wrangled with her words internally. Taehyung remained patient, however, wanting her to have complete control of this moment. He reached out with his hand to brush a few stray strands of hair away from her brow. His hand fell along the curve of her neck, his thumb moving in comforting strokes against her skin.

“Is it really over now?”

Taehyung lifted his brow curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…everything? The Golden Jackals, your work? Is it over for good?” She looked at him, like she was trying to look through him. “…or do I still have to worry?”

Shaking his head, he pulled her a little closer so she could rest her head along the crook of his elbow. “No, it’s over, Noona.” Taehyung couldn’t help but to pet her head, as if he was comforting a frightened child.

Her concerns were understandable. It wasn’t like he didn’t get it. He did. When she’d been with Hoseok, they were still at the height of establishing themselves in the criminal underworld. It was eat or be eaten. That was the way of things in a dog-eat-dog world. But like she’d expressed in the past, she was tired of wondering when someone she cared about would come banging on her door, beaten and nearly half dead. Taehyung felt the same when he was fighting alongside his brothers – witnessing the carnage that ran rampant in their world.

It wasn’t like it didn’t affect him. He had his own scars he carried. The difference was that he was never left to suffer alone. All the reassurances in the world from anyone wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Raelyn, however. He knew that. Because things were always so uncertain, especially back then.

He at least wanted to give her a guarantee of some kind.

“Raelyn…”

Taehyung spoke softly, dropping all honorifics on his part. This gave Raelyn pause, causing her to shift slightly in his arms. Afraid she might pull away, he closed his arms around her – securing the comforting embrace he was attempting to give to her.

“…you don’t have to worry anymore. And if you’re still afraid, if you’re still worried, then let me make a promise to you instead?”

She looked up at him, her brows knitting together as she bit the swell of her lower lip and waited for him to continue. He smiled down at her.

“I know you’re afraid to get close to me. Even now, you’re still pulling away somewhat. I accept that. I accept all of it; all of you.” He inhaled softly, feeling her breath shudder across his skin. “And if anything were to ever happen to me, you still won’t be alone. The others? They will be there for you.”

She pulled back to look at him. Raelyn’s eyes glistened with the onset of tears and she tried to avert her gaze. Wanting to indulge her, he moved his hand to rest against the back of her head. He pulled her close, allowing her to bury her face into his chest once more.

“I promise that you will never have to suffer alone. You will never be alone.”

A/N: Omg, we finally made it to the smut. Hang on to your waistbands, peeps. I know it took us a bit, but I hope it was worth the wait. ^_^

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

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

Warnings: Graphic 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

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

Word Count: 2,513

Chapter 23: Best Of Me

“So take my hand right now. I can’t believe myself.”

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“Whoa, hold up,” Anastasia said, placing her hands into a “T” symbol, “timeout. You’re telling me that Jungkook, my ex, was staying with you for the last few days?” She stared into Eden’s face, watching her friend shamelessly down the shot of bourbon. The other woman brushed her hand through her blonde hair, readjusting her glasses. “Wow, small world.”

Eden slammed the shot glass onto the table. “Too fuckin’ small,” she snapped, pouring herself another glass.

Anastasia hummed, milling around the kitchen. She washed a few dishes, getting them ready for the dinner she was preparing, and her mind wandered back to the time when Seokjin had kindly done the same for her. Her face screwed up into a pout as she felt her face grow warm, flicking the water from her hands and then rubbing them on the front of her apron. Pivoting on her heels, she looked back at her friend and sighed when she saw her pouring yet another shot of bourbon.

“You’re not gonna have room for dinner,” she chastised, to which the mixed girl snorted while giving her a sidelong glance.

“I’ll make room, don’t worry,” Eden replied while waving her hand back and forth in a dismissive motion.

The buzzer rang out in the apartment and Anastasia quickly made her way to the door. She checked the camera and smiled, opening it wide to reveal Raelyn on the other side. The other woman smiled, looking a little tired but still happy to be there. She hugged her taller friend and ushered her inside, already taking her coat and purse from her so she could slip into a pair of house shoes.

Raelyn took a deep breath, giving a satisfied hum. “Mm, girl, it smells good in here, Ana.”

Anastasia laughed, motioning for Raelyn to join Eden at the kitchen bar counter. “I just hope it tastes as good.”

“Yes,” Eden piped up, already reaching for a glass to pour Raelyn a drink, “we shall see, won’t we?”

The two women clinked their glasses together and Anastasia pouted, soon dissolving into a small fit of laughter with her friends. Anastasia poured herself a glass of bourbon as well and they made small “cheers” as they did their best to do as much catching up as they possibly could. There was clearly a lot that needed to be discussed between them.

Out of the three of them, Anastasia was the last to have been transplanted in South Korea. As luck would have it, she was lost in Myeongdong while trying to make her way to Gangnam and it was Eden who stumbled across her. Believing it was going to be a moment where she would have been dumped off once she’d been helped, Anastasia offered to maintain contact with the mixed woman. Eden had no real reason to say no, so they continued to talk. It must have been a relief for Eden as well, seeing as Anastasia was also an American citizen trying to get by in a foreign country.

In time, Eden introduced her to Raelyn. The two of them were friends longer, but Anastasia didn’t feel left out in the slightest. In fact, she felt more included in the group thanks to Raelyn. Eden didn’t seem like the social type, at least in settings that involved large crowds of strangers. Being a nurse, Raelyn was used to being kind to strangers, lending the warmth and empathy necessary in order to make people comfortable. It seemed she continued to harness this ability outside of hospital walls.

None of them worked in the same field, but Anastasia could safely say that these two women were her very best friends.

She never had to feel ashamed for not knowing something and she knew she could come to them with anything. When she dated Jungkook for the short amount of time she had, neither women seemed to judge her when she explained that he had ties to a well-known mafia in their district. Imagine her surprise when she found out that Raelyn was the ex-girlfriend of the Golden Jackal’s boss.

The ties that bind, indeed.

Her own business aside, it seemed that Raelyn was just as shocked as she was to find out about what was happening with Eden. Her ex, Min Yoongi, was apparently the very same Min Yoongi that both Raelyn and she knew. Shocker, of course, but what was more surprising was that he’d kept his ties with the Golden Jackals a secret from her for the entirety of their relationship, including the last two years when they weren’t together anymore. There were moments when Eden looked like she was going to cry from anger, but she kept it together as best she could. Anastasia held her friend’s hand as Raelyn rubbed Eden’s back.

“I’m sorry, Ana,” Eden said suddenly, causing both Raelyn and her to blink, “for getting mixed up with Jungkook like this. I didn’t know.”

Anastasia raspberried at her friend, eliciting a snicker from Raelyn. “Girl, stop. Chicks before dicks, remember? And besides,” she said, making her way back to the stove, “Jungkook and I ended things mutually. We just didn’t… mesh, I guess is the right word? We’re still friends and hang out and shit, but no, there were no feelings lost when we ended things.”

Raelyn leaned in toward Eden, a devious look on her face. “Why’re you apologizing, huh, Eden?” She nudged her playfully. “You catchin’ feelings now after giving him the cold shoulder?”

Eden opened her mouth, raging silently at the other woman, before she grabbed the neck of the bourbon bottle and drank straight from the lip. Raelyn laughed, trying to wrench the bottle from her – succeeding but at Eden’s expense as a dribble of liquor spilled from her mouth. Both Anastasia and Raelyn laughed as they watched their friend wipe childishly at her face.

“Shut-up, both of you!” Eden looked like she was going to smack Raelyn, but stopped – her eyes noticing something which, in turn, drew Anastasia’s eyes. “Wait, what is that?”

Anastasia looked closer and saw the silver pendant hanging from Raelyn’s neck. It was a crescent moon with a few engravings carved into the surface of it. It certainly wasn’t new. In fact, it looked well-worn. But she hadn’t seen her wearing jewelry like that and from the reaction that Eden gave, it was clear that she didn’t see her wearing much either.

“That’s pretty,” she said, reaching out with a hand to lift the pendant up from her neck, “is this new?”

Raelyn swallowed hard, pulling back and then hiding the pendant under her scrub top. “No, it’s not.”

Eden smirked, pouring herself a drink properly this time – in a glass. “Did Taehyung give that to you?”

Anastasia gasped; her eyes wide as she looked at Raelyn. “Is that boy still chasing after you, Unnie?” She wiggled her brows at her, and she laughed when Raelyn snapped her fingers at them both. “So, did he give that to you?”

“No,” she said, turning away from them to nurse her drink, “he didn’t.”

“Did the boss man give that to you?”

Eden’s words were so matter of fact that it had clearly caught Raelyn off guard, the woman spraying alcohol before whirling around in her chair to stare at them. Her mouth was agape, and Anastasia would have laughed if the prospect hadn’t been so outrageous. But her friend’s reaction held way too much truth in it and she furrowed her brows with concern.

“Rae,” she said, watching Raelyn look up at her, “did Hoseok really give that to you?”

Even though Raelyn said nothing, her silence spoke volumes. It was no secret between the three of them, not anymore. She’d laid it all out there for them to poke at and analyze and they all agreed that she’d done the right thing. Raelyn was a nurse and dealing with that sort of business was messy. Being the boss’s girl only made her job harder and from what she told them, the struggle was too real back in those days – before she really even knew either of them. Anastasia remembered a night when Raelyn confessed that had she been friends with them back then, she may have been able to handle the stress of that life – of the responsibilities of being a “Hyungsoo-nim”.

The pocket of her apron vibrated, and she fished out her phone, spying the screen and seeing that it was a message from Seokjin.

Seokjin: Thanks for all your help this week. It’s a shame I couldn’t take you out to celebrate tonight. I hope you’re having a good time with your friends. I’ll see you in the morning.

She smiled, thinking on what to say back to him in response.

“So, are you two back together or what?”

Anastasia sighed as she looked at Eden, dropping her phone back into her apron pocket. Whatever she was about to say was knocked from her brain at the suddenness of the question, even though it wasn’t even directed toward her. “Eden Unnie…”

She just shrugged, draining her glass. “What? It’s a legitimate question.”

“No, we’re not.” Raelyn pressed a hand to her forehead. “We can’t. I can’t.” Her hand pressed against her top where the pendant was hidden beneath. “I don’t even know why he left this with me.”

Eden snorted. “Who knows what those fuckin’ jackasses are up to?” Her eyes narrowed. “Part of me doesn’t even want to know.”

Again, Anastasia only sighed as she turned back to the kitchen counter to stir the rice in the cooker. The roast she had in the oven was about to finish, according to the timer she’d set earlier, and she was already slipping her hands into a pair of oven mittens. None of the women said anything and she knew she had to be the one to break the silence. Especially since there was an aspect of that world that neither woman seemed to know about. Not yet, anyway.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you guys this,” she began, leaning forward to open up the oven and pull out the dish, “but the boys are going straight.”

She rested the dish on the counter to let it cool, taking the mittens off and shoving them into the front pocket of her apron. When she turned around, however, she was shocked to see the unbothered expressions on both Raelyn and Eden’s faces. For a moment, she couldn’t say anything and neither did they. Finally, Anastasia couldn’t take it anymore.

“What? Why are you both lookin’ at me like that?”

Raelyn was the first to speak.

“Do you know how many years they’ve been sayin’ that shit?”

Eden rolled her eyes.

“That’s what they all say. It’s all a bunch of bullshit in the end.”

She blinked, not sure if she was more shocked by their disbelief in what she was telling them or how they seemed almost indifferent.

“Guys, I’m serious.” They gave her another look, as if they weren’t about to indulge her on whatever whim she was attempting to have. Anastasia pouted. “I work for one of their companies now. I was in Busan earlier this week helping Seokjin manage their accounts after they consolidated a lot of their assets.”

This time, they gave her a curious look, looked at each other, and then looked back at her.

“Wait, hold up,” Raelyn finally said, holding a hand in front of her as if she were stopping someone from continuing further, “do what now?”

“You’re managing mafia accounts, Ana?” Eden’s voice rose an octave, her body rising from the chair in tandem, “like some kinda fuckin’ bookie? Are you crazy, woman?!”

She waved her hand back and forth while shaking her head. “Nononono! That’s what I meant, though.” Anastasia leaned forward, her friends doing the same as their faces were inches apart from each other. “They’re forreal goin’ straight. Like, the money’s clean and they’ve been liquidating assets they have from so many different areas. Not just here in Korea, either. They apparently have deals they’ve had set up in the States, too. Contracts and shit. I’m not playing.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed as something appeared to cross her mind. She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. “So that’s what he was up to…”

Both Raelyn and she gave their friend a look. “What who was up to?”

“…nothin’. Don’t worry about it.” Anastasia blinked when Eden lifted her gaze to meet hers. “It looks pretty solid?” She nodded and saw the mixed girl cast a sidelong glance to Raelyn. “And what are you plannin’ to do, Unnie?”

Raelyn face twisted into one of confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“What are you gonna do if it’s true? If they go straight, then that means you wouldn’t have to sacrifice your freedom anymore.” Eden narrowed her eyes slightly. “That was the whole reason why you ended things with Hoseok, isn’t it? Why do you keep pushing Taehyung away from you?”

Anastasia watched Raelyn stammer, like she was scrambling to grasp the words that were fluttering away from her and into the sky.

“W-Well, what about you?!”

“What about me?” Scoffing, Eden shrugged. “I didn’t even know one was involved with the mafia for nearly five years and the other told me outright that he was a gangpae. Straight, crooked. Doesn’t make a goddamn difference to me, apparently. What is there to fuckin’ talk about?”

Anastasia seemed to understand what Raelyn was trying to say and she sighed, moving through the kitchen to fetch plates and utensils. “She’s talking about what you’re gonna do about Yoongi and Jungkook…”

“I still don’t know what you’re gettin’ at.”

“Do you still have feelings for Yoongi and does knowing he’s trying to go straight make a difference?”

Raelyn nodded as Anastasia set their plates in front of them. “And what about Jungkook? …you let him stay with you for a couple of days. Is something there? Does knowing he and Yoongi are brothers, so to speak, affect that at all?”

For a moment, Eden looked between them and then she angrily downed her drink. “When did this start being about me? Mind your own goddamn business, you fuckin’ busybodies!”

Anastasia laughed and Raelyn followed suit. It was clear they’d riled Eden up to the point of her lashing out now and while they knew not to take her barbarous words to heart, they knew when to let off the gas and pump the brakes. They all agreed that they would cross those bridges when they came to it, promising to stick together when shit inadvertently hit the fan.

Because they all knew that it would.

There was a lingering concern in the back of Anastasia’s mind, however. Something she couldn’t quite shake. For every choice that was made, there was always a consequence. Cause and effect. It was both scientific and human nature to react in response to an action.

Her brows furrowed.

…how big will the butterfly effect be this time?

Sweet admins, how are you doing today? I hope all is well where you are and you are able to access toilet paper and hand sanitizer (people are crazy in my town!) Hoarding aside, I’m finding joy in aesthetically pleasing moodboards and visuals to pass time in self-quarantine. What’s your absolute favorite color scheme and what calms you in times of uncertainty? 💕 -Mochi 🍡

Omg, Mochi, this is a damn madhouse around here. Admin L tried to get groceries and dealt with the “Karens” and “Martins” at the store. This is crazy. And then people yelling at other people over some nonsense. As for color schemes:

Admin T: Black and silver makes her the happiest.

Admin L: Blue and turquoise makes her calm and serene.

And me, Admin E: I like warm colors like oranges and yellows; a lot like my favorite season, Autumn.

Please take care of yourself. And if anyone comes at you with some bullshit, just tell them:

and to