Im Back, Asking The Real Hard-hitting Questions! Whats A Big No-no For You When It Comes To ~romance~

I’m back, asking the real hard-hitting questions! What’s a big no-no for you when it comes to ~romance~ a fic? In other words, what really takes you out of the moment? For example, I consider myself to be fairly open to just about anything and am 100% down if things get a little rough, but blood play is a couple steps too far for my taste. (I used to be turned off by impreg kinks but Tumblr has changed me, man.)🤰😂 -Mochi 🍡

Admin E: Me, personally, I hate physical/mental abuse in relationships in romance stories. They turn me off so quick. Not because it isn't realistic or that it doesn't happen in stories. But if I'm going to insert any kind of conflict into a relationship/romance story, it won't be abuse to any of the partners involved.

Admin L:  Same but also when degradation goes too far like spitting on people??

Admin T:  Mmm. Even though all stories can't be rainbows and unicorns, a good conflict for me enriches a story.  A good romance will have some strife. But, I think I'm with Admin E, physical/mental abuse can kill the vibe so quickly - but I feel as long as their is a healthy-ish resolution to such matters, I'm ok.

Hope this helps!

Requested by @moccahobi​

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 

“Whoa! Hey, hold up!”

You watched Jimin as he held the pillow up like a shield. His eyes, wide with shock and confusion, stared unblinkingly at you. What in the world was happening? You could tell that that was what he wanted to say. But you were having none of it.

To further prove it, you already had the alarm clock ready for launch from your hand.

You could see the panic in his eyes. But this would not dissuade you from your assault. After six months of living together, you’ve had it. Especially now that the months were getting colder. You didn’t like the cold, hated having cold hands and feet on your person, and despised snow. But you braved all the elements because you loved Jimin. You would always love him.

Blanket hogging, however, was an unforgivable crime in your book. Punishable by pillow smacks to the face and alarm clocks thrown at one’s feet. He should have known this would be the result. He had it coming. You would make him rue the day that he ever yanked the blanket from you and left your sensitive feet get cold.

“Wait, Y/N,” he pleaded, peeking from behind the pillow, “let’s talk about this, yeah?”

Hurling your fist back, you threw the clock with all your strength and watched Jimin hop from the ground before it could hit its target. It was a resilient little piece of machinery, as this wasn’t the first time it was on the receiving end of your explosive “affection”. It would forgive you and continue working. Like always.

But back to the matter at hand.

You point indignantly toward the door. Jimin cautiously glanced over his shoulder, believing you were trying to get him to let his guard down. He quickly turned to look back at you as you continued to point. 

“Out!”

He blinked. “Wha?”

“Get out! I’m not doing this with you! I can’t!” You place an exasperated hand on your forehead, an annoyed whine peeling from your nose and throat. After taking a moment to regain your composure, you plastered on your best “resting bitch” face, staring straight into his soul. “You’re a blanket hog. I hate it.”

Jimin staggered back a step as if you’d just struck him in the gut with a cannonball. “I--I am not!”

Without turning around, you point to the floor where the mink blanket is bunched up on his side of the bed. Half the sheets are hanging off the edge of the mattress; also on his side of the bed. Your pitiful section of the bed appeared to be lacking some things save for your extra-large fluffy pillow. 

All of this seemed to register on Jimin’s face. For a split second, he looked like a kicked puppy and a sliver of your good nature almost felt terrible for it. You knew that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Jimin wasn’t that sort of person. If he was, you would never have started dating him in the first place, let alone move in with him.

“Y/N,” he called to you softly, “I’m sorry.”

No! You couldn’t let him win this time! If he did, then he would never learn his lesson. And that was something you couldn’t let slide. He had to understand how important this was, even if other people might have viewed this as a small thing.

“Nope. You’re sleeping on the couch.” 

His hurt expression melted into one of tantrum-like outrage. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“I can and I will!”

You were putting your foot down.

But Jimin had other ideas, apparently.

Catching you off guard, you saw him lunge forward. He used the pillow as a wedge, crashing into your chest. It didn’t quite knock the wind out of you as much as it startled you. A tiny squeal was all you could manage before Jimin threw both of you onto the bed. Your body bounced up from the impact, but he continued to hold onto you - refusing to let go.

No matter how hard you struggled, he was stronger. Sometimes you forgot that because of how slim his frame was. His clothing choice often belied the strength that was hidden underneath, which was how he got the best of you so often. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who failed to learn their lessons over time. You were no exception to that rule.

Your squawks were muffled behind the pillow, which was quickly pushed down between both of your knees. You were now face-to-face and nose-to-nose with Jimin. Your vision blurred for half a second from your eyes crossing before regaining focus, forcing you to stare into his dark and pitiful looking expression. 

“Seriously, Y/N,” Jimin said, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.”

You tried to pout but found that it couldn’t last. Instead, you gave a long sigh of defeat. Reaching up with one hand, you petted the side of his head gently. “I know that, Jimin.” Offering him reassurance, you gave him a small smile that you knew reached your eyes. “I know.”

This seemed to be enough for him and he beamed at you, his eyes crinkling with happiness. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek just beneath your eye. His eyelashes brushed the sensitive skin of your eyelid and you giggled, unable to ignore the tickling sensation. 

He didn’t tell you that he loved you and you didn’t either. That was the sort of relationship you had with each other. Words of love didn’t need to be expressed. They weren’t needed. Because you already knew how you truly felt about each other.

What else needed to be said?

All you could do was hope the lesson was learned and that Jimin would cease his blanket thieving ways.

Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!

Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

Rating: G // SFW

Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC

Warnings: CUTENESS

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

Word Count: 494

AN: Apart of the 100 Follower Drabbles!! Thanks for sending this in!!

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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one. 

They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them. 

But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere. 

“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard. 

You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way. 

“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”

“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”

“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.” 

You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin. 

Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.  

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

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Word Count: 2,513

Chapter 23: Best Of Me

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

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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 24

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

Word Count: 2,327

Chapter 24: Moving On

“Back then I thought this was a big place. But my ambition grew too big.”

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Seoul – Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

There were things in this life that some people just did not deserve. There were some things in life that they did. Everyone deserved love, life, and the pursuit of happiness. Everyone didn't deserve to be treated like the slop of swine and kicked to the curb like yesterday's garbage. People deserved to be treated the way that they want to be treated. They didn't deserve to have their most cherished possessions taken from them. Everyone was allowed to have at least one miracle in their life. No one deserved to have said miracle denied them.

Namjoon sighed, thinking back on all the things that the Golden Jackals suffered through, as well as accomplished. It was nothing to spit at, that was for sure. A lot was done in a seemingly short amount of time. They were finally getting to a head with all their hard work. Sacrifices had been made, bounties were gained, and dreams were soon to be obtained.

Finally, it was all going to come to a fruitful end.

The quietude of the office brought solace to Namjoon’s heart. Nothing pleased him more than to be surrounded by books, especially those telling bold tales of far off worlds – places he could only dream about. It was a shame, really, what limitations the human mind was succumbing to, as well as what lengths society was willing to go in order to snuff out the beauty of something so mystifying as magic, science fiction; as any form of literary art, really.

Beside him were four thick textbooks concerning various histories in several different eras of socioeconomic growth from many regions, not just Korea. In fact, he’d managed to secure one book regarding the Military-Industrial Complex of America. While he had no interest in being a lobbyist or securing funds through militant means, Namjoon knew there was probably a way to formulate a plan in the corporate aspect to help further their goals. As well as foresee any pitfalls that were sure to crop up at any point during their transition into legality.

History of any kind, real and fantasy alike, were realms in which Namjoon liked to dabble and explore of his own volition. Nothing brought him more pleasure than studying the past, because studying the past meant correcting current mistakes, as well as preventing future ones from occurring altogether.

Because predictably, history had a way of repeating itself. Namjoon wasn’t about to let that happen anytime soon.

Namjoon set his pen down with a satisfied smirk, pleased with the stack of completed paperwork he’d just fought his way through. The end of their arduous road was fast approaching. Tensions were high for the last few days, but it was necessary. Things needed to be put into perspective and while it hurt to have it thrown in their faces in such a way, he knew that Jungkook was right. They all did. They hadn’t thought that far ahead in advance, so focused on the finish line and not the aftermath that would ensue had they not properly gotten things lined up like they needed to.

His phone buzzed and rang with life beside him, causing him to jump slightly. He saw it was Seokjin and answered.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Namjoon-ah?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m on my way back now.”

“See you downstairs. The others just got back home.”

Namjoon hung up the phone and gathered up all his notebooks and folders, exiting his room and making his way downstairs. He’d barely made it to the main floor of their house when he saw Jungkook appearing from the basement area. He saw him drying his wet hair with a towel, presumably finishing his workout and showered. When he remembered how Jungkook looked after Yoongi brought him home a few days ago, it was clear that Jungkook would always be the type to bounce back from any injury like it was nothing.

From shaky legs to solid jabs. The recovery level of that boy was astonishing.

“Hyung?”

Namjoon blinked, looking at Jungkook as he stared at him with a slightly perplexed look on his face. “Huh?”

“Is everything alright?” Jungkook draped the towel across his neck. “You look like you want to tell me something.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “No, it’s nothing.” He reached his hand out to clap Jungkook on the shoulder. “You’ve really become a man these last few years, Jungkook-ah.”

The younger man blinked, then shyly scratched at the side of his nose. “…Hyung, cut it out.”

Namjoon wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder just as the others started filing into the main living room. There was a platter of fruit set out in the middle of the table and Jimin was getting ready to uncork a bottle of champagne. Taehyung was about to tell him to be careful just as he popped the cork, Seokjin already grabbing a champagne flute to catch whatever alcohol managed to spill from the mouth of the bottle.

Seokjin handed everyone glasses and they all waited until Hoseok held his hand up to present a toast.

“We’ve finally done it, my brothers,” he said, giving a wistful smile, “it took us a long time to get here, but we’ve made it.” Hoseok shifted his gaze to Jungkook, his brows furrowing slightly. “Forgive your Hyung, Jungkook-ah, for neglecting those who were willing to sacrifice everything for our dreams. They have dreams too and I shouldn’t have forgotten about that.”

Jungkook bit his lower lip, averting his gaze from Hoseok as his arm holding the glass lowered slightly.

Hoseok looked at Namjoon. “Did you get it all squared away?”

He nodded, holding up the notebooks and folders in one hand so that everyone could see. “I made sure that every single one of our Jackals will have job security in our new businesses, and those that want to simply take their earnings and return home to their families can do so. If any of them want to start their own business ventures, I made sure that they could get in contact with us for any assistance.”

Namjoon saw Jungkook lift his head up, looking between Hoseok and then himself, until finally his eyes settled on Hoseok. “H-Hoseok Hyung…”

“We’ve made it. It’s time we shared the wealth.” He raised his glass and everyone else followed suit. “To leaving the dirty and dark road behind!”

They all clinked their glasses, smiles on their faces. It was the first time in years they could all smile in relief. A heavy weight was thrown off their shoulders – a proverbial mountain they’d been lugging around all this time.

Three Months Later Seoul – Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

There was a throng of reporters and curious pedestrians that gathered around in front of the large building in Yongsan’s central district. Flashbulbs exploded from cameras, several corporate board members standing on the other side of a large red ribbon made of silk. Namjoon and Seokjin stood on either side of Hoseok as he held a large pair of scissors in his hands. Everyone held their breaths in excitement, waiting for the moment when the shears would cut through the delicate fabric.

And then Hoseok’s arms moved, the snip sound almost lost in the seemingly endless chorus of shutters from cameras as they continued snapping photos.

It was a way to usher in the New Year.

That was what Seokjin suggested, pushing back the unveiling of their greatest achievement. Golden Star Tower Hotel was their crowning success and it deserved every single aspect of respect regarding its perfection. Namjoon hesitated at first, not sure whether it was a good idea to push the unveiling back. In the end, Seokjin’s eye for reading the market never failed them. Waiting until the holiday aftermath trickled down was smart. While everyone focused on families, festivals, and all the holiday push and pull, the focus on their hotel would have been lost.

Everyone cheered, the press rushing in to ask Hoseok questions, to which he readily answered. He’d been grooming himself for this for years now and all their preparation was starting to bear fruit.

The rumble of the Underworld was but a soft vibration under their feet. They no longer had to concern themselves with keeping their ears to the ground. The Golden Jackals were no more. What the criminal society decided to do with that information no longer concerned them. It was a fight they would no longer be a part of.

Nevertheless, Namjoon kept a keen ear out in case trouble decided to stir in the wake of their absence. Trouble that would, in a sense, try to drag them back into the darkness. He wouldn’t hear of it. Not when they were finally starting to feel the sun on their faces.

There was talk, of course, and repercussions for their actions. It came with the territory. Tabloids spread rumors that their money was dirty, and they were attempting to erase their dark pasts. Hoseok answered these accusations with the professionalism and charisma of a foreign dignitary. He didn’t hesitate with his responses and this threw the press for a loop. Within a few short weeks, the negative articles that were written about Hoseok and his gang of Golden Jackals were a thing of the past.

Every step that was taken was a step they were prepared to take. More than prepared.

Namjoon and Yoongi would help Hoseok with the hotel management – both regarding foreign and domestic visitors, as well as financial structuring. Seokjin handled the Golden Star investment firm with Jimin. Gaining Anastasia as a financial advisor had been paramount in tying up loose ends – finalizing their last few steps into legality and away from the criminal underworld. Seokjin sang her praises, as was customary with someone whose skills he valued. There were whispers that he and Anastasia were getting a little too close, according to Jimin, but it wasn’t something that anyone in the group really needed to worry about. Both Seokjin and Anastasia were professionals and kept their personal lives as far away from their business personas as much as possible.

Taehyung and Jungkook handled things regarding the entertainment aspect of things. While they sold a good portion of their nightclubs, the Golden Star label, while small, would focus on up and coming artists who thrived in the Indie Underground. With technology advancing as rapidly as it was, it was no secret that there were young and talented artists all over the country. And not just in music, but in theatre and art as well. Some were starving artists, wanting to hone their skills at the sacrifice of having to live on the streets.

Jungkook was particularly empathetic toward these cases, personally reaching out to help them achieve their dreams – one step at a time.

As they led the press inside to give everyone a grand tour of the hotel, Namjoon felt his phone buzz with life. He pulled out his cell and spied on the screen. It was Yoongi relaying a message that things were quiet at the investment firm. They’d left things in his hands since Seokjin’s presence was required at the grand opening of the hotel. He shot him a quick text back, saying they were going to be wrapping things up soon.

“Is Yoongi bored?” Seokjin asked, sidling up next to Namjoon and bumping his shoulder slightly.

Namjoon looked at him, eyes wide, before he craned his neck in varying directions to ascertain where Hoseok was. He took a breath when he saw that he was being surrounded by reporters as he showed them the many different check-in kiosks – built to help with the reservation process. They both watched Hoseok smiling and explaining things to the letter, not missing a single beat when more and more questions were tossed into his lap.

Seokjin nudged him again, causing him to stumble to the side slightly. “Well?”

He laughed, bumping his shoulder against his as well. “He’s fine. Probably just worried.”

“Should I go back and relieve him?” Seokjin grinned, shrugging. “It’s not like these people actually care about us. Hoseok is the star of this show, it seems.”

“Looks like it,” replied Namjoon, shrugging one shoulder as well, “if you want to head back, you can. I can handle things from here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Namjoon grinned, narrowing his eyes playfully at Seokjin. “Besides, I know you’re wondering what a certain financial advisor is getting into.”

Seokjin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t start.” He looked at his watch. “We’re all still meeting up later, right?” His gaze lifted back up to meet Namjoon’s. “For the party?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I believe so. Taehyung and Jungkook should be finishing up their business by then.”

“Good.”

They both turned to see Hoseok was moving a little bit further into the large, main lobby of the hotel. He met their gaze, smirking at them, before returning to answer more questions that others were giving him. Namjoon shook his head while shoving his hands into his pockets. Seokjin patted Namjoon’s chest, brushing past him to exit the hotel.

Just as he was about to return to Hoseok’s side, his phone buzzed once more. Turning over the cell in his hand, he saw the message was from Shownu. His eyes narrowed, craning his neck to see if the sender was in the hotel. When he saw that he wasn’t, Namjoon’s gaze returned to the phone to read the actual message this time.

Shownu: Congratulations, Namjoon-ah. Don’t let the sunlight blind you.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket, not bothering to reply. There was nothing for Namjoon to say. No. They weren’t part of that world anymore. What the Jade Fangs did now no longer concerned them. They wouldn’t go back. No, they couldn’t go back.

After clawing their way out, there was no way they were going to let themselves get dragged back down to hell.