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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 | Smut
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 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 3,006
Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali
Chapter 39: Not Today
“Today we’ll never die. The light will pierce through the darkness.”
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Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea
It was the calm before the storm.
Hoseok could feel it in his bones to the point where he swore that they creaked with each step he took. He barely heard what Namjoon was telling him as they approached the large building in downtown Myeongdong. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince him to change his mind; to postpone this meeting for another day. Or if it was something else entirely. Hoseok was only vaguely aware of the noises on the streets as they passed pedestrians on the path to their destination.
There was too much simmering beneath the surface for him to focus on anything outside of reaching his destination.
When he’d received the call from Taehyung a couple of days ago, Hoseok knew it was time for him to make his move. Yoongi falling ill and being hospitalized, even for a day, should have been the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back. Truth be told, Hoseok was in and out of meetings for most of the days during the week and had little time to spare outside of his business practices. Things were starting to look good. Things were finally beginning to take a positive turn, just as they planned.
Even with the instances that the Jade Fangs did show up, they were minor inconveniences at most. Hoseok was made aware of the slight against Eden, Jungkook’s girlfriend. He offered to have her monitored, but at Jungkook’s behest, he didn’t follow through. Eden was apparently a woman who valued her personal life and her privacy. The last thing she wanted was anyone shadowing her unnecessarily, even if it was for her own protection. From what he was told, Eden was also a woman who could more than handle herself if it came to a rough and tumble fight.
Hoseok did not pull his eyes back from Raelyn, even if she was seeing Taehyung now. There was always the chance that something could happen and at a moment when everyone least expected it. If she were ever made aware of it, he would apologize for it later. In this case, it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.
Old habits die hard, as they say…
Feet shuffled to a halt as he stood in front of the large building, Namjoon at his side. The two of them looked up at the high-rise, the sun already sinking beyond the horizon and down below the tree lines. The twilight hour was upon them and the world was still just as busy buzzing with life. As it would continue to do for many days to come.
Clearing his throat, he began to move forward – approaching the sliding glass doors. “Let’s go,” he said just as the doors opened to grant them entrance.
Two security guards approached them from either side, causing the two men to stop in the main lobby. Hoseok lofted a brow at each of them and Namjoon shuffled just a little bit closer to him. His tan trench coat hung off his shoulders while he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pin-striped slacks. Lifting one hand from the pocket, he undid the button on the matching suit jacket as he slid his aviators off his face.
“Im Changkyun is expecting me,” came his even reply as he put the shades into the inner pocket of his jacket, “so be good boys and step aside.”
Hoseok didn’t bother hiding his irritation. He wanted it known that this wasn’t some pleasant little business meeting or a check-in visit. This was nothing of the sort.
This…was personal.
A phone rang at the secretary’s desk, snapping her out of her momentary trance at the small incident that was stirring in the lobby. The two security guards continued to block Hoseok’s path, but then the woman quickly stood from her seat and bowed before hanging up the phone. She clapped her hands to get the guards’ attention.
“Chairman Im said to let them through.”
The guards stood there a little while longer before finally stepping to the side, giving both Hoseok and Namjoon a clear path. They approached the desk where the young woman handed Hoseok a keycard. She bowed in apologies before pointing to the corridor off to the right.
“If you take that hallway, there are sets of elevators. The key card will give you access to the Chairman’s office on the top floor.”
Hoseok flashed her a polite grin, waving the card at her clamped between his fingers. “Thank you.”
And without so much as a second glance, he began heading toward the hallway. Namjoon followed behind him, making sure that the two security guards weren’t intent on doing something stupid. Hoseok didn’t see his friend visibly relax until they were alone in the elevator.
He slid the keycard through the card reader, waiting for the elevator to begin lifting them from the ground floor. When it jerked slightly upon its initial ascent was when Namjoon finally spoke.
“Hoseok-ah? Do you think—”
“Don’t, Namjoon-ah,” he interrupted, staring ahead at their muddied reflections on the elevator’s stainless-steel doors, “not now.”
“We didn’t even discuss this with the others.”
There was concern in Namjoon’s voice, which was well-warranted. It was rare for Hoseok to go rogue. When he did, it was usually something small. He never made moves like this without discussing it with the others first. Seokjin always made it a point to ensure that everyone was on the same page so that none of them could get blind-sided. Strategizing and prioritizing situations before others was what helped the Golden Jackals climb up the ladder of success so quickly. Impulsivity had no place in their lives back then and it shouldn’t have now.
However, this time, Hoseok wanted to be selfish. He’d earned the right to be selfish. He deserved and had every right to be as livid as he was at that moment. Anyone who tried to tell him otherwise was delusional.
“This doesn’t concern them right now.” He cast a sidelong glance to Namjoon, brows furrowing deeply. “Honestly, I don’t even like that you’re with me. You should have stayed in the car like I told you to.”
Namjoon blinked at him, clearly jarred by his words. Or that he’d suddenly grown a second head. “You thought you’d just waltz into Im Changkyun’s business office alone, huh?” He snorted. “Yeah, no. Jin Hyung would have my head and I’m a pretty big fan of it staying attached to my neck.”
Hoseok grinned. “That’s not like you, Namjoon-ah. You’re usually the first one to show your guts.”
“Yeah, well that was then. This is now.”
The elevator dinged softly as they reached their destination. The steel doors slid open slowly, revealing a long hallway with a black and red carpet leading from the elevator to a pair of double doors at the very end of the long stretch. There was someone standing just outside the door, but they were too far away to be made out easily.
Hoseok stepped out and strode forward, Namjoon matching his pace. The closer they got to the end of the hallway, the more the person’s face standing just outside the door came into view. When they were only a couple of yards away, they could now tell it was Shownu. He looked between the two of them, a satisfied smirk etching his features. Hoseok peered up at the man who was older and slightly taller than him. His image from five years ago overlapped his current one and a phantom ache throbbed at Hoseok’s side from when he’d been kicked by the man in the rainstorm.
Shownu politely stood away from the door, gesturing toward it. “He’s waiting for you, Jung Hoseok.”
He nodded, casting his gaze over toward Namjoon. “Wait here.”
Namjoon looked like he was about to protest, but then Shownu placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, hm? I’m sure they’re going to have a lot to discuss.”
Again, Namjoon looked reticent. But Hoseok nodded, his earlier expression dissolving into a softer one. He saw his friend blink in surprise. He could only imagine what his face looked like, but it probably reflected an old version of himself he hadn’t shown in quite some time. After a moment, he watched Namjoon sigh before nodding.
“If you need anything, call me.”
Hoseok nodded again. “I will.”
He waited, watching the two men make their way back down the hall. Shownu turned off to the left, entering a room and Namjoon followed. But not before he met his gaze one more time. Hoseok took a breath, promising to apologize to Namjoon later, and opened the doors.
The interior of the office was what Hoseok would have expected. Pristine. Clean. Modern. There was the traditional name plate sitting on top of a black polished desk made of expensive and imported wood. The marbling on the floor was flawless and the furniture held a business design with sectionals surrounding a glass and metal coffee table. Elegant art pieces decorated the walls and off to the right was a large window that overlooked the entire downtown area of Myeongdong from hundreds of feet in the air. A wet bar was situated near the small nook near the back.
Hoseok wasn’t impressed, however. This was to be expected of Im Changkyun, the Wolf of the Jade Fangs. He hadn’t climbed up in the ranks and obtained his title of “leader” if he wasn’t capable of this level of eloquence and prestige. His ambition suited his taste in decorating.
Instead of stepping further inside, he remained near the entrance as the doors closed behind him. Changkyun was seated at his desk, immersed in a book of some sort. The computer monitor was situated, visually, to Hoseok’s right. When their eyes met, Hoseok didn’t smile even though Changkyun did.
“Oh, Hoseok Hyung,” he said, closing the book and sliding it just to the side of him, “welcome. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I received your call. It’s not often you take the time to come visit me.”
Hoseok heard the bitter edge to the statement but made no effort to acknowledge it. He gave a slight shrug, remaining where he was until he saw Changkyun slowly rising from his plush leather chair. The wheels shifted along the marble floor and it was in that moment that Hoseok reached behind him to turn the deadbolt on the door – synchronizing it to match the sound of the chair’s movements.
“Your boys have been paying mine little visits here and there,” he said, stepping away from the door, “I figured that I should return the favor.”
Changkyun flashed an open-mouthed grin. “Ah, yes. Yes, they have.” He reached up to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. “Is that the reason for this, Hyung? Are the boys getting in your way?”
Hoseok scoffed. “Hardly.”
“Hmm, well that’s no good. I was hoping that was why.”
Slowly, Hoseok made his way to the left of the sectionals in the center of the office. “Because?”
“Because I’m still trying to figure you out, Hyung. I have questions and you haven’t answered them all yet.”
Changkyun’s words didn’t match his expression. Instead of looking inquisitive, he had the look of a man who appeared to have already won the game. It was a look that Hoseok remembered from many years ago – before the Golden Jackals were formed. Before they truly began to understand what the criminal underworld really looked like.
Before Im Changkyun killed the previous leader of the Jade Fangs in cold blood.
“Then let me give them to you.”
Hoseok’s body moved in a blur – matching the speed of his youth which was fueled by his anger alone. He knew he wasn’t in his twenties anymore. He hadn’t been fighting every day like he had years ago when his brothers and he first arrived in Seoul. Their lives were harder, but they were much simpler back then. When they were happier and driven to reach a future they could all obtain together.
He tapped into that feeling and rushed Changkyun’s desk – his trench coat flying off his shoulders and landing on the ground just as he went airborne. Just like that rainy night five years ago, during the gang war on the streets of Gangnam, he watched Changkyun’s smug look melt away as sudden realization washed over him instead. Hoseok cleared the chair at the head of the coffee table and landed on Changkyun’s desk in a crouch.
Jerking his right arm, the switch blade slid from the sleeve of his jacket and landed in his hand. He flicked the blade free, aiming straight for Changkyun’s neck. However, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for the leader of the Jade Fangs. There was a reason he’d earned the nickname Wolf all those years ago. And it was because of his primal instincts.
Those very instincts came into play as he reached up to catch Hoseok’s wrist. Changkyun tried to pull his arm away from his body, attempting to keep the blade as far from his neck as possible. But just like Changkyun earned his moniker, so had Hoseok. The Death Claw didn’t back down from a fight because he’d looked The Grim Reaper in his face and spit in it.
Hoseok used his free hand to grab at his wrist, fingers locking over Changkyun’s and then pushing his weight forward. What distance was gained was soon minimized as Hoseok leaned in, the tip of the knife moving up and casting a shadow over Changkyun’s face. If he wouldn’t let him take his throat, he would jam the blade straight into his eye socket.
“H-Hyung,” growled Changkyun through clenched teeth as he glared up at Hoseok, “what do you think you’re doing?”
He could feel his arms trembling with the amount of force he was exerting. Changkyun was putting in just as much effort, causing a horrible stalemate that was on the verge of fracturing. The odds evened out as Hoseok watched him reaching up with his free hand to brace against his own wrist – mimicking each other.
“What does it look like?” Hoseok replied, his eyes narrowing darkly, “I’m answering your questions.”
He watched him blinking up at him in confusion. He was a young man Hoseok once believed to be full of potential and drive. Someone Hoseok admired years ago. Before he discovered the depth of his said ambition.
Silence stretched between them, neither of them easing off their stance or their grips. Hoseok felt a bead of sweat slip down his temple just as he saw one sliding down to drip from Changkyun’s chin. There were the occasional grunting sounds as one attempted to overpower the other, but outside of that, no words were spoken.
Changkyun finally let out a choked-out scoff, bitter disappointment evident on his features. Yet he smirked, regardless. “So, this is your answer, Hyung?”
Hoseok mirrored his gaze. “Yes, Changkyun-ah, it is.”
Something passed over the younger man’s face. But it was so brief, Hoseok couldn’t place it. At least not then.
“That’s a shame, Hoseok Hyung. A real shame.” He let out a shaky breath. “But if this is your answer, then I guess I have no choice but to continue the game without you.”
And then he moved faster than Hoseok could have anticipated. He released his hold and Hoseok felt all his weight collapsing forward. The blade nicked Changkyun’s cheek, but it was a sacrifice he willingly made. Hoseok realized this when he saw knuckles sailing toward his face. He pivoted in mid-air, changing his trajectory and his shoulder landed hard on the desk. Changkyun moved to elbow-drop him, but Hoseok whirled his legs into the air to block the assault, slamming his knee into Changkyun’s shoulder before rolling completely off the desk.
However, as he landed on the marble flooring, he felt pain exploding across his back and causing him to stumble forward. He quickly pivoted on his heels just as he saw Changkyun lowering his arm from where he’d had it extended – noting that his punch had, in fact, successfully connected. The two of them heaved, inhaling a lungful of air. Hoseok reached up to dab at the sweat on his brow with the back of his wrist.
A full minute passed before both men lowered their stances, silently agreeing that this discussion was at its conclusion. Hoseok turned to head toward the entrance, scooping up his trench coat along the way. Just as he made to unlatch the doors to the office, he heard Changkyun popping his neck before a breathy chuckle escaped.
“You’ve made yourself clear. So now I’m going to make myself clear.”
Pausing, Hoseok turned to look back at the leader of the Jade Fangs. But he chose to say nothing. Changkyun continued.
“What I do from this moment on, you no longer play a factor into it. What happens after today is a result of the answer you’ve given me. And I’m going to make good on it.”
Hoseok scoffed. “Is that right?” He rolled his eyes, unlatching the door. “We’re done playing this game with you. Do what you want.”
The grin that Changkyun gave him was the most wolfish he’d ever seen and it caused his spine to lock up uncomfortably, even for just a moment.
“Oh, I will. Trust me.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Just remember that it’s nothing personal, Jung Hoseok.”
Dropping the honorific was expected. Hoseok wasn’t surprised. So, instead of giving it credence, he simply exited the office and slammed the doors behind him. He needed to breathe. He needed air. So, for now, he would simply text Namjoon to come out when he was ready and that he’d be waiting in the car.
After he vomited his anger into a nearby bush somewhere.
Vice - BTS Mafia Au
mafia!bts x reader
Summary: After finding yourself in a desperate situation, you’re foolish enough to do anything for money, and you somehow find yourself held captive by the members of Seoul’s most ruthless gang, Bangtan.
Warnings: strong language, no smut (yet;))
Chapter 4
The minute I finally open my eyes I’m forced to squeeze them shut again due to the harsh white light that greets me.
After I open them a second time (a bit more prepared this time) I try my best to take in my surroundings in my dazed state.
My head is pounding, and everything is appearing slightly blurry. For a moment I wonder how the fuck I got here before the events of last night begin to play in my head.
Realising what happened, I immediately sit up straighter, now seemingly more aware as dread takes over me.
I take a moment to gather myself and look around the room. To my left is a huge window that spans the entire length of the wall, allowing me to look down into the streets far below. I must be in some sort of penthouse apartment cause holy shit it’s high up.
In front of me is a semi-circle shaped couch that sits on the edge of a circular carpet, and faces an impressive sized tv hanging on the wall.
Just past the tv is a spiralling staircase that leads to a second floor out of view, and to the left of the couch is a marble counter top bar, with rows of expensive looking whisky’s and spirits lining the wall behind it.
Just peeking out from behind the wall the tv sits on appears to be a dining area, and a beautiful light fitting hangs its self in the middle of the main room.
This place is the definition of luxury, and I can tell it expands much further than what I can see.
I attempt to stand up from the chair I’ve been sat in, but a pull at my wrist and ankles forces me back into the seat. “Shit” I cast a glance down to see my arms and legs have been bound to the chair.
I begin to struggle in an attempt to break free but it’s useless, the ropes are tied so impossibly tight that every small movement causes them to dig harshly into my skin.
I’m so caught up in my attempted escape that I don’t even register the sound of expensive brogue shoes clicking on the marble floor.
“Ah, so you’re finally awake?” A deep voice echoes through the room, causing me to stop pulling at my ropes and snap my head in the direction it came from.
One of the men from earlier, the one who had pinned my against the wall by my neck, is stood on the stairs in front of me.
He’s wearing the same attire he was at the party, but he’s ditched his tie and blazer, unbuttoned his shirt slightly, and pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows giving me a clear view of the sparkling gold watch that adorns his wrist.
He turns his head so that he’s facing up the stairs before shouting: “She’s up!” He continues walking to the bottom of the stairs before crossing the living area to stand a few feet in front of me.
He runs his eyes over me as I sit, and I’m unable to shield myself from his gaze due to my limbs being tied down.
One by one, the other six men make their way down the stairs, before joining the first man to stand before me with their arms crossed in front of their chests in an intimidating manner.
I swear I can hear my own heart pounding in my chest and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach as the haziness from whatever drug they gave me wears off, and reality sets in.
The man who first made an appearance (Their leader I’m assuming ? He does all the talking, anyway.) Steps forward and crouches down to balance on the balls of his feet, so that he’s now eye level with my sitting form.
He smirks at me in a very arrogant way, like he knows he makes me afraid, even if I try not to show it.
“Let’s go back to the beginning, shall we” He starts. “Are you gonna tell us your name. or will we have to torture you for it.”
I hesitate for a second, but I ultimately don’t want to end up tortured so I answer his questions. “Y/N”
“I’m Namjoon” He says, “and I think we’re going to have to get to know each other a bit more than we already do.”
I nod hesitantly, as I don’t trust my voice to work properly in my state of shock.
“You went out of your way to not only to steal from us,” He nods his head in the direction of the tattooed man who had caught me. “but also had the guts to actually lie to Jungkook’s face about it.”
I stare back at him, wide eyed and unsure of what to say. He sighs in annoyance. “You understand that that will have some serious consequences, right?”
“I’m sorry I really am.” I say, lowering my head to stare at my lap. A genuine laughs echoes around the room. “Did you here that Joon? She’s sorry.” he continues to laugh at me before turning serious in a split second. “Like that’ll magically fix everything.”
“Be nice Hoseok, she really does seem sorry.” Another one of them speaks, he’s extremely good looking, with a near perfect face and a tall, lean body.
“Jin, she was caught red handed stealing from us.” The cat-eyed man says sharply. “If she was that sorry she wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
Jin opens his mouth to retort back but he’s cut off by the assertive voice of Namjoon. “Enough.”
Everyone falls into silence.
“Here’s how it is, we don’t give a fuck if your sorry that you stole from us or if someone else told you to or any other excuse you try to come up with. You tried to rob us. You tried to fuck us over, and now your gonna try and get out of it. Does that sound correct?”
I nod my head once again, still looking at my legs. He sharply snaps his fingers causing me to jerk my head up at the sound.
“Look at me.” I hesitantly lift my head to look him in the eyes. “Does that sound correct?” He repeats, sounding increasingly irritated.
“Yes” I say as confidently as I can, which is pretty diffident at the moment.
He sighs and slaps his hands on his legs before standing up to join the rest of the group behind him.
“So” Jin starts, “You said it was Kang Hyunwoo who sent you here.”
“Yeah, he said something about you owing him stuff, I think.” A few of the men scoff before sharing a knowing look between themselves.
“Why did you even agree to help him anyway?” Jungkook says. I shrug “He offered to pay me.”
“Well, knowing Hyunwoo, you definitely won’t be seeing that money anytime soon.”
Although it’s hard to say if Hyunwoo really would have stuck to his word, I do feel slightly embarrassed that I jumped to do what he said the moment he mentioned money.
“What should we do with her then?” The man who had gave me the injection earlier -Jimin, I think-asks.
“We could just kill her, makes things easier on our part.” The cat eyed man says.
I feel my heart drop to my stomach. Yeah I fucked up bad, but surely I don’t deserve to die.
“Yoongi” Jin scolds sternly, “We won’t kill her, she genuinely seems like she had no idea what she was doing.”
“I don’t buy it” Yoongi says, giving me an icy glare.
“Anyway” Hoseok interrupts. “We can’t just let you go after that stunt. If she’s so good at selling weed for Hyunwoo, why don’t get her to start sellling for us?.”
“Yeah actually.” Jungkook continues, “We’ll make her work for us to make up for it.”
Work for them, are fucking kidding me?? “And what If I don’t want to work for you.”
“Then we’ll let Yoongi-Hyung kill you.” The man in question, Yoongi, sends me a chilling wink that seems far from playful.
“Maybe she can stay here with us in one of the guest rooms, so we make sure she doesn’t try and run away.” At this point I’m wondering if dying would just be the better option.
“So it’s decided then.” Namjoons announces. “Guess you work for us now, y/n.”
“I’ll set up one of the quest rooms.” The man who restrained me earlier, Taehyung, says.
“Not so fast.” Namjoon stops him, “She’s not trusted enough to sleep alone yet, she’ll bunk in with one of us tonight.”
“I’ll have her in my room.” Taehyung says with a devious smirk, sending a wink in my direction.
“No.” Namjoon shuts him down immediately. “She’ll stay with Yoongi, she’s less likely to try anything if she’s around.”
“But please hyung, I can keep her in check, it’s not like i’m gonna try anything.” Taehyung begs. Why the hell does he want me in his room so bad?
Namjoon sighs in annoyance before finally giving in to taehyung’s pleading puppy eyes. “Fine” He grits out. “Jimin, untie her.”
Jimin approaches me before pulling a small blade out the back pocket of his trousers. I feel slightly unnerved knowing that he’d had that the whole time I was tied up.
He approaches me and slides the knife between the flesh of my arm and the rope wrapped around my wrist. In one swift motion, he pulls the knife upwards, snapping the rope in two.
He does the same for the other three restraints, before offering me a hand to stand up. My legs ache as I use them for the first time in a while.
“Well, come on then.” Taehyung says as he grabs my wrist, and begins to pull me towards the staircase at the back of the room.
Being dragged, I suddenly get deja vu from earlier, but, Taehyungs grip is much more gentle than jungkook’s. After all, there’s nowhere I can run now that I’m trapped in their house.
He leads me up the stairs and into one of many bedrooms that take up most of the second floor.
The bedroom he takes me into is decorated and painted with a multitude of gray shades. A large window spans the back wall with a view that allows you to see right across the city’s skyline.
I’m relieved to see that the bed is very spacious, so I shouldn’t have to practically sleep on top of Taehyung.
Whilst I’m distracted talking in the new room, Taehyung was raking through his wardrobe, and eventually pulled out a plain black t-shirt.
He throws it to me and I catch it. “You can get changed in the bathroom, and you can go back to your house and get your own clothes tomorrow.”
I just nod at him, before making my way into the en suit bathroom that adjoins to his room to get changed.
I contemplate taking my bra off, but eventually decide against it. As much as I loathe having to sleep in my bra, I don’t know if I want to take it off when i’ll be sleeping in the same bed as Taehyung.
The t-shirt is quite big, even on my taller frame, reaching down to my mid thigh. I splash some cold water on my face to bring myself to my senses and to at least try to rub off my makeup.
I hang my dress I took off on the back of the door, and leave my high heels sitting just under it. I emerge from the bathroom to find Taehyung in bed already, back leaning against the headboard and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
I resist the urge to blush as I sneak a glance at his toned chest and abdomen. It’s no wonder I wasn’t able to escape his grip when he restrained me with arms like those.
He gently smiles at me before patting the space next to him. I make my way around the bed and notice that he’s already closed the curtains, so that the lamp on the bedside table next to him is the only thing illuminating the room.
I cautiously climb into bed next to him, and he turns to me as I do so. “You don’t have to be so nervous around us, you’re gonna have to get to know us if you work for us.”
“Well you pretty much kidnapped me and forced me to work for you, so sorry if I don’t seem overly friendly.” I shoot back, pissed off at his suggestion.
How the fuck can he expect me to not be nervous around him when just a few hours ago one of his gang members held a gun to my head?
He chuckles deeply, and mockingly. “I’m sure you’ll come around, love.”
And with that, he turns off the light, and we both drift off to sleep.
Authors Note: this is the idea I had for the living room/main room area x
I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, so much stuff happened these past few days that I’ve either not had time to write, or I’ve not felt like I was in the right state to.
I’ll try and get more consistent with posting new chapters in the future. xx
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Title: Immortals Word Count: 3k+ Rating: M Genre: Drama, smut, dark fantasy Warnings: none yet Pairings: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader Summary: Sometimes, you find your destiny. And sometimes, your destiny does whatever it takes to keep you. Written By: A & B
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Czytaj dalej
» breakfast in bed - jeongguk scenario
Jeon Jeongguk - BTS
words - 2.6k
genre - college!au, smut, established relationship, drabble
warnings - oral sex (fem receiving) / switch!jeongguk / baby boy is just whipped for the way you look in the morning / unprotected sex (use condoms in real life plz) / this was very much inspired by that airport look i love one (1) man
soundtrack - lukas graham, love someone / daniel caesar, beauty & essex
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“Why are you watching me sleep?” You mumbled out, voice still rough in your throat. The words felt heavy falling from your mouth, tongue still asleep, but with the morning sunlight streaming into Jeongguk’s bedroom your body was slowly waking itself up. It didn’t help that you could feel his gaze raking against your skin, even with your own shut tightly.
“I’m not! Your face isn’t that gorgeous,” Jeongguk huffed back, rolling closer to you. A delicate press of lips against the back of your neck tenderly drew you away from the embrace of slumber. You felt a wave of heat pulse underneath your skin, responding unconsciously to touch you’d become accustomed too and yet still managed to overwhelm you every time you were near him. Another kiss, this time harder and leaving a tepid print of his mouth on your skin. You could feel the smile on his mouth as he moved to murmur in your ear, fingertips grazing gently against your bare arms. “But good morning love.”
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