GENERAL HOSPITAL | April 21, 2023: #Sprina

GENERAL HOSPITAL | April 21, 2023: #Sprina

Look, I am a simple woman. You give me a bloody man holding his baby brother and whose desperate to protect the love of his life from his crazy relative and you got me! Like, I can not begin to state how here I am for this.

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

when s3 of obx comes out y’all better be rewatching that over and over again bc i cannot lose them. idc if you didn't like the season, if your ship didn't go canon or whatever, you can cry about it while watching the show at least for 2 weeks straight.

Un-Thinkable

Chapter One

Genre: Mafia Au, Thriller, Suspense

Rating: 18+

Trigger Warnings will be given before each chapter based on the trigger.

Word Avg: 1.2K

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Bangtan x OC

Chapters: Preview > 01 > 02

"Officer Murphy!" The young male called out to the commissioner as he passed by. "Officer Lee." He greeted the young man that called out to him. "Officer Chan and I are about to transit inmate 007 for his mental evaluation." He informed his boss, who nodded in reply as his phone rang. He dismissed himself before leaving Officer Lee to remove the inmate from his cell and transport him to the awaiting police car.

He entered the passenger seat, looking at his partner. "All set?" Officer Chan asked as he looked in the rear view mirror to see the male in the backseat. “All set.” Officer Lee replied with a small smirk.

The sound of police sirens echoed through the art gallery as the female prepped the place for its opening. “My love.” She heard her boyfriend’s voice as he appeared from his office. “I didn’t know you’d be in today.” She whispered as she wrapped her arm around him. “Today’s a special exhibit, my love.” He kissed her softly. “What does the great Micah Stone have in store for today?” He smiled at her praise and guided her to a painting. “This. This is a painting by an artist named Moon Bin-Hyung” He began explaining. “Born and raised South Korea.”

She examined the painting, and it spooked her. “No offense, but it’s kind of….disturbing.” She considers art to based on interpretation. “It’s how you interpret it.” He told her, and she nodded in reply. “what do you see?” He asked her. “I see. I see chaos, bloodshed, and greed.” He squeezed her waist as she felt his head shake in disagreement. She slightly turned her head to him before asking “you disagree?”

He nodded before nuzzling back in her shoulder. “I see protection. A family protecting their assets from those who want to take it. Sometimes, you have to fight for what’s rightfully yours.” He whispered, making her look at the painting again to suddenly see his version of things yet simultaneously still viewing hers.

He heard his alarm from his cell phone and checked the time. “It’s time. Let’s open, shall we?” She nodded before switching the closed sign to open.

To her surprise, the crowd came rushing in, eager to see the new paintings and sculptures. She was greeted by many familiar faces of businessmen, locals, and celebrities by one stood out to see as he viewed the painting her and Micah just acknowledged.

“You’re interested in this one?” She asked the male as she approached the new visitor. He looked down at the female, smiling softly but large enough for her to notice his dimples. “Very. I’ve been looking everywhere for it.” She was taken back “Oh, you’ve seen this peace before?” She was told that the painting was recently done, probably a year, two at most.

She looked up at the male who seemingly stood at six feet.

He didn’t answer her question, though, and she was unable to continue the conversation as another visitor queried the price of a piece.

She looked over to the male once again. He was now speaking with Micah. Curiously, she approached the 61 both once again. “Ah yes, there she is. You had asked me a few moments ago if I was interested in this piece.” She nodded in agreement, looking at Micah, attempting to understand the confusion. “Oh, that’s right. I did not inform you, Y/N, this is not for sale.”

Her jaw dropped before looking at the visitor. “My sincerest apologies, I was unaware that this artwork was not for sale.” The male frustrated features softened at the baffled young lady. “Well someone needs to learn how to communicate with their staff better.” He remarked with a small taunting smile.

She saw the way Micah’s jaw locked and placed a small hand on his back. “Would you like for me to show you similar works?” The visitor shook his head. “No, thank you. Excuse me.” She watched as the male moved past both of them, steadily exiting the building without glancing at another artwork.

“Boss, may I speak with you.” Another officer from the police department asked as he entered the commissioner’s office. He nodded, gesturing for him to sit but giving him a minute to wrap up his phone call. As he hung up, he began to vent “My God, these gang violence conferences will be the death of me. The mayor is on my ass to get it under control. Anyways, what are you here for, Officer Cole?” The veteran officer cleared his throat.

“we’ve come to notice that Officer Lee and Officer Chan’s patrol car have been abandoned.” The commissioner choked on his coffee as the male a bit younger than them exposed troubling news. He looked up at the clock, it’s 7 p.m. “You’re meaning to tell me, it took everyone six hours to notice this?”

The male bit his lip “We know that the mental evaluations take a few hours, but after we noticed the car was stationed elsewhere, we called the mental institution and they informed us that no evaluations were set for anytime this week.”

The commissioner bounced up on his feet, “has anyone followed up? Did anyone go to the patrol car?” His words came out rapidly. “we wanted to confer with you first, sir.” The male exhaled, holding back the outburst he almost released. “You, you’re partner and another two go to that patrol car and find out what they are up to.” He bit his lip at he shook his head. “I believe we’re looking at a jail break.”

“Where the fuck is Namjoon!” Jungkook growled as he sat in the private plane. “Here he comes,” Taehyung mumbled as the last member entered the plane prompting one stewardess to close the door and another to alert the pilot to prepare for take-off. “Did you find it?” Jungkook asked, hopeful for one positive result. “I did.”

The group was excited but Namjoon cut it short. “It’s in an art exhibit, owned by a man named Micah Stone.”

Jungkook nodded as he listened to his co-leader. “This woman approached me, asking if I was interested in it and I was prepared to spend a fortune on it to bring it back to its rightful place, but he came to me to let it be known that the painting was not on sale, which was unbeknownst to the woman, that I assume is more than his staff.”

The group listened to the new found information. “What’s the art gallery name?” Namjoon chuckled “Stone’s Exhibition. It’s downtown, not far from the main strip.” Jungkook looked at his peers, then back to Namjoon. “What’s the plan?”

Namjoon smirked, “Well, you along with Officer Lee and Chan over here can’t show your faces here again.” He pointed to Seokjin and Jimin. “I don’t want to come back here. This place is boring and run down.” Jin scorned as he looked out the window at the lights from the city as the plane flew away.

“We were in one city. The other cities are beautiful.” Namjoon commented, making Jin shrug in response. “well I only saw so much the past five months.” Jungkook added. “it was quite the view.” He joked sarcastically. The guys chuckled before Namjoon continued.

“Anyway, you three will need to stay away until things die down. The rest of us can return and retrieve the painting.” Jungkook nodded in agreement before turning to Jimin. “we have some things we need to deal with at home anyways, and situations that need to be settled.” Jimin nodded before relaxing again. “Good Job everyone!” Namjoon commended the boys on a successful infiltrate and rescue mission.

Un-Thinkable | Preview [New Series]

Genre: Mafia Au, Thriller, Suspense

Rating: Rated R, PG-18

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Blackmail, Murder

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Bangtan x OC

Word Count: 508 words

Author's Note: Hey everyone, new story alert. Let me make some things clear, the sexual assault portion of the trigger warning IS NOT connected to any of the main character's (you) love interest, we don't play with Stockholm syndrome. It's a plot point that changes the life of the character it will affect. Now, let's move along to the story.

Name changed from We belong to Un-Thinkable.

This will also be available on wattpad

Preview > 01 > 02

“Come on!” You heard an eager voice scream at you from ahead.

Your ears are ringing as you began sprinting, bruised and injured from debris due to an explosion you barely escaped. Vision blurred since the glasses you depend on are broken.

As the ringing subsides, you begin to hear the echoes of gunshots and feel the wind push past you as the bullet ever so closely came in contact with you.

“For fucks sake! Let’s go!” You heard another voice scream at you as they overtake you. You began to get overwhelmed as the open wound on your feet begins to burn and your sight is more blinding since it’s midnight on a dimly lit street.

You squint your eyes trying to find the people you were accompanied by but that was futile, all you saw you black. The darkness you loved when you are home in your bed suddenly became something you despised. At this moment, you realized it was your enemy.  Your throat began to burn as you continue to run to no destination. Gradually, you slowed down before coming to a complete stop. You gave up.

Silence

You were hesitant to move as everything just…stopped. Everything became still, the wind, the trees, and even the cars that roamed the main road made no sound.

You held your breath and silently blew it from your lips in an attempt to control the heavy breathing. However, the sudden movement of the trees alerted you making your stance defensive once again. Your body lunged forward to begin running once again but that failed as someone held your waist.

“Got you.” You felt the male’s smile through his whisper. “Let me go.” You whispered in a small voice. You desperately wanted to seem unphased but your condition rejected that attempt. “for you to keep looking for people that already left?” Your body froze at his words and it made the man laugh, he was thoroughly entertained. “What man leaves his girl behind to cover his ass and what friends do the same? See, this is why you should’ve just stayed but I guess the grass was ever so slightly greener on the other side.” She felt the cold metal drag up her abdomen to her head. “Tell me, should I end you right here where no one will find you, wait, let me rephrase—where they will find your skeletal remains” He spun you around pulling the handkerchief from his suit and wiping the tears and blood from your face.

“Answer this question and be honest with yourself kitten. Have I ever abandoned you like this?” She bit her lip and a new stream of tears fell. “Monica? Phoenix? Have they ever left you behind injured?” slowly, you shook your head. “But yet, you chose the Koreans over us.” He spat then aimed the gun back at your temple, drawing back the hammer, cocking the gun. “My darling, My kitten hopefully you make it to the pearly white gates and the golden mansions you always spoke about.”