Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

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

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

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

Word Count: 2,734

Chapter 25: Let Me Know

“Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools. Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end.”

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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Seokjin relieved Yoongi from manning his office, reminding him to not be late for the party. He replied with a half grunt, muttering to himself that he didn’t see a reason why he needed to be there. Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, catching the look Yoongi gave him. He would acquiesce or there would be hell to pay. His brother seemed to understand this, watching him wave his hand back and forth as he exited his office. Seokjin gave a satisfied smirk as the door clicked shut.

Crossing his office, he stood in front of a full-length mirror and adjusted the gunmetal gray collar of his dark blue dress shirt – his slender finger slipping beneath the black cotton turtleneck that was worn underneath. Both shirts were tucked into his black slacks, an elegant silver chain hooked from one belt loop and into the pocket of his pants. He readjusted the cuffs of his shirt just as a knock from the door resounded in the room.

“Come in,” he said, not bothering to turn around.

The door opened and clicks from heels could be heard against the hard floor before the door closed once more.

“Is this outfit you picked really necessary, Seokjin-ah?”

As he turned, the smirk on his face at an oncoming quip was immediately wiped from his features. Anastasia stood before him in a fire engine red dress, the hem just barely touching her knees. The high neck of the fabric hugged her shoulders, exposing her chest, and the dress accentuated her bosom. Her arms were completely covered with red lace – woven in floral patterns to give it an eloquent touch. She wore a pair of nude high heels and there were two large silver bracelets that adorned her wrists.

He took note of the flush around her cheeks, her dark blonde hair pulled up into a messy updo and tendrils framed her face. Anastasia’s makeup was modest, save for the deep red lipstick painted over her buds. She rubbed at her arms – whether from cold or from feeling shy, he couldn’t really tell.

“Well, are you gonna say something or just keep staring at me over there?”

The irritation was hard to miss in her voice, but what was missed in tone could easily be interpreted from her facial expression. Seokjin shook his head, grin returning to his features, and slowly made his way toward her. Anastasia took a step backward, averting her gaze just as he reached out to remove her glasses. She blinked rapidly, her brows furrowing.

“Seokjin,” she said, her green eyes peering at him, but he knew she wasn’t really looking, “I can’t see.”

“You should invest in contacts,” he said, gently replacing her glasses back onto her face, “though I can’t say I’m against this look either.”

Anastasia pouted, smacking his shoulder and he laughed. “Don’t be a jackass,” she muttered.

He grabbed her wrist, slipping her arm through his. “Did you finish everything you needed to?”

She nodded as they exited his office. “I did. The hotel opening went well, I take it?”

“It did,” Seokjin replied with a smile, leaning forward so he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Anastasia made a very loud (and very unladylike) sound with her throat, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. It was just so much fun to get her all riled up, especially since they were clearly toeing the line between business partners and intimacy. Seokjin certainly wasn’t going to hide his attraction to her and during the last few months, it was clear that she felt something for him as well. He wasn’t quite sure what that was – not yet. Sure, he could make assumptions all day and night but that wasn’t going to bring him closer to the truth.

But he wasn’t in any kind of rush, either.

“So, are you ready for a well-deserved party?”

She shrugged as they began to take the elevator down to the main lobby. “I’ve never been big on this sort of thing. Honestly, I’ve had my fill of company parties.”

Seokjin huffed. “Well, this will be different. You’ll be around people you actually like.”

Anastasia gave him a sidelong glance, smirking. “Are you sure that I like you guys?”

“Wow,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest, “that might have hurt a little.” Seokjin turned slightly, cornering Anastasia as the elevator began to descend. Her hand slipped from his arm as he pressed his palms on either side of her, leaning in until their noses barely touched. “Are you saying you don’t like me, Ana?”

Her eyes grew wide and she tried to shrink back from him, her face showcasing her realization that she did, in fact, have nowhere to flee to. “I…I didn’t say that.”

Feeling she’d been sufficiently punished, Seokjin leaned back and turned to face the elevator door. Anastasia released an audible sigh of relief and he chuckled, reaching out for her arm so that he could loop it back through his. The elevator dinged for the main floor and Jimin stood waiting for them, clad in a silk black suit and black tie. He blinked a few times in surprise at seeing Anastasia. Whether it was because she was arm-in-arm with Seokjin or her entire ensemble remained a mystery.

Regaining his composure, he strolled up to them with his trademark smile. “The car is waiting out front,” he said, gesturing toward the main entrance. He gently nudged Anastasia as the three of them walked. “Ready to show off your two left feet?”

Seokjin watched Anastasia try to cuff Jimin as he twirled away from them, laughing. There was something about the scene that made his heart seem even lighter than it had earlier that day. This was it. This was their time to finally shine instead of remaining hidden in the dark. Jimin clearly appeared happier and there was a part of Seokjin that still felt a twinge of remorse toward him. Out of the entire group, Jimin was the last to come to Seoul because he was the most reluctant to leave. He had every intention of taking over his family’s pastry shop back in Hwaseong.

Would he eventually want to return home? To that life?

“Hyung?”

Seokjin blinked, realizing that both Anastasia and Jimin were staring at him intently. He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts again. Smiling, he shook his head and opened the door so that Anastasia could climb in first. He urged Jimin to enter next, but his younger brother smiled and told him to go ahead.

Once the three of them were settled inside comfortably, they told their driver their destination and simply waited to arrive.

“What about Taehyung and Jungkook?” he asked, looking at Jimin.

Jimin grinned. “They went to go pick up their plus ones for tonight.” Anastasia stifled a giggle and he watched Jimin rolling his eyes. “They’re meeting us there with the others.”

“Alright,” he said while pulling out his phone, “I’m going to let Hoseok and Namjoon know we’re on the way.”

  Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

Soap Seoul was alive with the heavy bass beats of the DJs playing inside. They could hear the music booming out into the streets as they pulled up. There was a long line of those wishing to gain access, but as their car pulled up and Jimin exited the vehicle, they were immediately greeted by the security at the front door. Seokjin palmed a roll of bills into one of the bouncer’s hands and he unhooked the velvet chord, granting them entrance.

Seokjin helped to guide Anastasia through the crowd, various people greeting them. Some were familiar faces and others weren’t. He kept his hand on her waist, making sure that she was at his side so that she wasn’t swept up in the sea of bodies. Jimin already disappeared, presumably to search out the others.

“Seokjin Hyung!” he heard someone yell over the noise of the crowd and the pulse of music.

He looked around and spied Namjoon, clad in a slate blue three-piece suit. His tie was loose, probably from the heat of so many bodies crowding around them.

“Namjoon-ah,” he called back, seeing Anastasia lifting one of her arms to wave in his direction to get his attention, “over here!”

Namjoon slipped through the crowd, squeezing his way toward them. When he reached them, he flashed a half-smirk to them both. “You guys made it.” He pointed over his shoulder. “We have a VIP room toward the back.”

“Where is Jimin-ah?” Anastasia asked, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I haven’t seen him since we got here. He just up and left!”

“He’s already back in the room to see Hoseok and Yoongi.”

Seokjin canted his head slightly. “What are you doing out here then?”

“Well, I was looking for you guys, but Taehyung and Jungkook said they were pulling up.”

“Ah,” he replied, nodding his head slightly as he glanced down toward Anastasia, “did you want to go ahead and move to the back or wait for the others?”

He watched her shake her head. “No, it’s fine. We can go ahead and head toward the back. I don’t want them waiting on us.”

That was all he needed to hear. Anastasia seemed to press herself tighter against Seokjin and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulder so that she could curl into him. Namjoon parted ways with them, heading toward the entrance as they proceeded to make their way toward the back. There were a variety of different booths, black curtains quartering them off from the rest of the dance floor, and then the pale blue lights of various atriums began appearing as they neared further toward the back of the club.

The music wasn’t as boisterous in this area – a soft, muffled pulse of a heartbeat by now. Their room had a single black triangle on the outside, a white circle in the middle of it. Seokjin knocked twice before opening the door, seeing Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin inside – already pouring drinks. There was a large array of liquor bottles adorning the table, a tray of fruit and snacks, and several plush, leather sectionals to give everyone elbow and breathing room.

Hoseok was dressed in his most comfortable black and white silk suit, the shirt underneath unbuttoned and showing off the modest silver chain that hung from his neck. His pale-blue lensed aviators framed his face and he gave a casual smile to Anastasia. She immediately bowed her head out of polite respect and Seokjin had to refrain from laughing.

“It’s good to see you, Anastasia-ssi,” Hoseok greeted, gesturing for them to have a seat, “have a seat. Relax.” He held out a shot glass to her. “Can I pour you a drink?”

Yoongi snorted, his expression harder to read. He seemed amused, but the way his posture was, it indicated that he was slightly uncomfortable or annoyed. Or both. His black blazer hung loose over his black and red patterned shirt – a silver butterfly lapel pin shining against the modest amount of lighting inside the room. He was already nursing a shot of whiskey, his cheeks only slightly rosy from the alcoholic intake.

Seokjin could only imagine how much he’d been drinking these days, let alone tonight.

Anastasia took a seat, grasping for the shot glass as Hoseok poured her a drink. Yoongi was already doing the same for Seokjin when the door flung open. In burst Taehyung, a periwinkle blue blazer draped over his white fleece sweater – a pair of simple black slacks hugging his waist. He flashed his boxy grin at them, holding a hand up in greeting. However, it was the person that followed behind him that gave everyone pause.

Raelyn, their former Hyungsoo-nim, entered behind Taehyung – her arm looped through his as her other hand was holding tightly to the silver clutch at her waist. Her purple, handkerchief cocktail dress flowed delicately around her form – bringing out the color of her brown skin even more. The neckline dipped and curved over her chest, the straps reaching for her neck sparkling with rhinestone gems. The heels of her silver stilettos clicked loudly despite the noise of the club flooding into the room.

Everyone started to stand up, out of habit, before lowering themselves back down into their seats. The only one who didn’t move was Hoseok. Seokjin saw them make eye contact until Anastasia seemed to shake the strange atmosphere by getting up to go and greet her friend.

Something around Raelyn’s neck caught Seokjin’s eye and he spied the crescent moon pendant. Namjoon entered the room after them, locking eyes with Seokjin almost immediately. Neither of them said a word. Between the entire group, only Namjoon and Seokjin understood the significance of that pendant.

And who it originally belonged to.

Hoseok seemed to deduce what they were thinking, and he immediately shook his head, silencing whatever voiceless questions they were about to throw at him. Instead, he stood up and crossed the room, hugging Raelyn and she returned the gesture. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek in greeting and he stepped to the side to allow Taehyung to help her get situated.

Jungkook finally squeezed his way inside. Seokjin had to, yet again, remind himself that Jungkook wasn’t the little kid they adopted into their little circle of friends. He was a man. A man who apparently could fill a suit out very well. The silk black lapels seemed to shimmer, the rest of his blazer a pristine white – the black accents for the buttons and cuffs were sharp. He wore a black silk tie over a simple white dress shirt which was tucked into a pair of black slacks.

The woman on his arm, whether intentional or not, matched his sharp dress code to the letter.

Her olive skin seemed to glow under the light of the room, and the simple black dress she wore hugged her figure in all the right ways. The hem stopped just above her knee and the dress was draped over her chest at an angle. The piece of fabric that hung around her neck seemed to connect to the single sleeve of her left arm – clinging to her like a second skin. She wore black pumps with a silver accent on the toes and heels and she wore no other jewelry save for the large silver hoops that dangled from her ears – her thick, curly hair pulled toward the right of her neck in a low ponytail.

Yoongi was the first to rise from his chair, not necessarily from surprise like the others, but from something else. Seokjin saw him curling his hands into fists and he immediately rose to his feet, attempting to quell the mounting tension building in the room.

“Jungkook-ah,” he said, crossing over to the youngest of their group, “who is this lovely person and how did you convince her to tag along with you?”

Jungkook gave a shy smile, watching as her hand withdrew from his arm so she could shake Seokjin’s hand. “This is Eden McGee,” he said, casting her a sidelong glance. He looked like he wanted to say more, but refrained.

A glass clattered across the table and everyone turned to see the source of the noise. Yoongi took a step back from the small mess he’d made, his brows knitting together. “Sorry about that,” he said, moving to head toward the door to their room, “I’ll go get something to clean this up with.”

He brushed past them, his shoulder knocking into Jungkook’s as he seemed to purposefully push himself between Eden and Jungkook.

Seokjin saw Eden’s eyes peering into his as he shook her hand. But after a moment, her gaze seemed to linger off to the right where Jungkook was standing. She gave a polite half smile, a slight pink touching her cheeks, before looking back at Seokjin.

“I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend,” she said, which seemed to cause Jungkook’s jaw to drop slightly and Seokjin raised his brows. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A/N: And I decided to add this in because I know you guys were probably curious. I added links to their outfits that they wore, just in case the descriptions I gave didn't do them justice. Listed in order of appearance: Seokjin: Here Anastasia: Here Namjoon: Here Hoseok: Here Yoongi: Here Jimin: Here Taehyung: Here Raelyn: Here Jungkook: Here Eden: Here

Bunnies, I have so many ideas for your super secret gifts and I can’t wait to get started. If you’re comfortable with the NSFW route, pray tell, what gets you going in a fic? 🙈 🙈🙈

Ass smacks, hands on throat, man-handling, biting hair pulling, nipple play, all the things - Admin T

Biting, hair pulling, licking lots of touching. 😏 - Admin E

Being man-handled, wrestling, ass smacking - Admin L

A little gift to lift your spirits!

Hey guys, Admin E here! And I just wanted to share a little love and give all my lovely followers something to look forward to. But first, I want to take this time to express my overwhelming love and gratitude to everyone that has followed us since we started this blog. We have received so much support, love, and thanks since we launched the blog, sharing all of our creative works with you. There are so many talented people on tumblr and in the K-Pop community and I am so proud to be part of said community. We three Admins have so many wonderful things planned for you guys and I hope you’re looking forward to them as we are to writing and creating these things as well.

I know that everyone is scared and concerned over this global pandemic. We will get through this and we just have to remember to support and care for one another. Hatred is bred from fear and misunderstanding. But if we are compassionate and loving, we can conquer anything. Please remember that. Remember that you are loved and we all just want everyone to be safe and happy.

Now, for those of you stuck indoors, I want to let you all know that I will be dropping six (yes, I said it - S I X) chapters of Make It Right (you can find it on our BTS Masterlist here)! These chapters will go up throughout the day tomorrow so be on the look out. If you follow me on AO3 or Wattpad, I will be putting them all up at once. I just don’t like to flood tumblr if I can help it. You guys know how it is. ^^

I can’t believe the amount of support and love I have received from everyone on my first BTS series and first story for the K-Pop fandom in general. I hope you all continue to support my future projects, whether they are BTS-related or not. Thank you and look forward to getting BiasRekked by all of us.

Sincerely, 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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“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!!

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

“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.  

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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