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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.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43

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

Word Count: 2,089

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

Chapter 43: Lost

“To lose your path is the way to find that path.”

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Four Years Ago Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

Blood.

There was blood in the water.

Jimin looked like he crawled out of a mountain of pig guts, blood smears littering his face and neck. Droplets of crimson dripped from his earlobe as an angry red trail wept from a cut under his eye. Another slash decorated the bridge of his nose and he reached up to wipe at it. His fingers and hand were completely coated in red – scarlet trails dripping down his forearm and staining his shirt.

A shaky hand moved to turn the faucet off; barely aware that the water was spilling from the sink and onto the floor. It sloshed over his sneakers, soaking his shoelaces and creeping into his socks. He barely noticed as he slowly dipped his hands into the overflowing bowl of porcelain. The water turned an even deeper shade of pink and orange, growing opaque to where Jimin could no longer see his hands inside the bowl.

Water continued to slip onto the floor as he moved his wrists methodically, cleaning his hands as best he could. His eyes lingered on the dirty faucet nozzle until they shifted to spy his rosary bracelet on the edge of the dingy porcelain mouth. The silver cross glinted under the artificial light that barely encompassed the room, reflecting the pale green tiling that covered the room from ceiling to floor.

The light in the room blinked rapidly, spazzing out in time with the flash of lightning that brightened the dark and stormy world outside of the bathroom. Every so often, he was plunged in darkness – depriving him of the image of his horrible visage reflecting back at him in the mirror.

But even in the dark, Jimin could see everything.

He could see the body hunched over by the urinals, his neck spurting out blood like a fountain. His arm was twisted back, dislocated until it was eventually snapped in an unnatural way. Blood turned the man’s once white shirt completely red as thick rivers of it pooled from his lips.

An arm peeked out from underneath one of the stalls, the fingers attached to the hand all broken. There was a knife sticking out from the back of the hand as blood blossomed across the tile floor. Near the arm and between the person by the urinals was another body lying face down with one of his arms pulled behind him. There was a white item protruding from one of the shoulders, tearing through the jacket, and upon closer inspection, one would know that it was a broken bone pierced through skin and fabric.

Removing his hands from the pale red water and scooping up his rosary, Jimin shook the moisture from his hands and pivoted on his heels as he slowly wiped his palms down the backs of his pants. Another flash of lightning brightened the room, the clap of thunder rumbling the building and causing bits of plaster to crumble from the ceiling. Jimin crouched down to remove his knife from the man’s neck, more blood spurting out until the fountain grew smaller. Jimin wiped the blade over the man’s clothes to clean it off.

Flicking the blade closed, he slid it into the inside pocket of his blazer. Stepping over the man on the floor, he fished in his pocket for his handkerchief and began to wipe at the blood that was still on his neck while looking over his handiwork. It could have been handled a little less recklessly, but Jimin was forced into a small space and dealing with a trio of idiots who believed they had even a snowball’s chance in being able to go toe-to-toe with him.

Their biggest mistake? Listening to a jealous master who wanted Hoseok dead.

A phone buzzed with life and he paused, silencing his own breath so he could hear where the noise was coming from. He entered the stall and removed the phone from the man’s pocket whose neck he’d broken, spying at the screen. Jimin gently pushed the man off the toilet, dropping the phone into the bowl without hesitation. He watched it continue to ring until the water seeped into the grooves and openings of the device, causing the screen to blink wildly before it finally faded to black.

Pulling his own phone out, he dialed a number and pressed the phone to his face; making sure that it was the cheek he’d just cleaned off. They answered in three rings.

“It’s me,” he said softly, stepping over the bodies as he made for the door, “it’s done.”

The other person spoke and this caused Jimin to smirk.

“Just bring the cleaners here, Hyung. They’ll take care of the rest.”

He opened the door, scooping up his rosary beads off the sink and slipping them into his pocket.

“This will make them think twice before trying to come after you again.”

Jimin shut the door behind him as he hung up the phone, straightening his jacket and slicking his hair back off his forehead. The old building was barely anything to look at, which made the entire situation ideal for this sort of thing. His small group that waited for him bowed to him and he tossed the knife and dirty handkerchief to one of them.

“Get rid of those,” Jimin said, his voice cold.

The young man nodded, wrapping the items and then tossing them into a nondescript plastic bag.

“The talk didn’t go well?” he asked and Jimin grinned.

“It went as I thought it would.”

The man nodded, the others following on either side of him.

“They should have just listened to you in the first place. Then they wouldn’t have gone out that way.” Jimin cast a sideways glance toward the young man. “Because you’re The Crimson Claw, right?”

“Wrong.”

The man peered up at him, his expression clearly showcasing his confusion.

“I had no intentions of talking whatsoever. Because I am The Crimson Claw.”

Present Day Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Jimin took a deep breath, his hands balled into fists at his thighs. His thumb slowly rotated over the rosary beads, completely in sync with his heartbeat. He mentally counted back from thirty. Thirty seconds; thirty beats of his heart. The world was silent in the small enclosure as tiny slivers of light broke through the small holes around the wooden box. The burgundy curtain of velvet brushed against his knuckles, providing a small sense of relief from the suffocation that threatened to overtake him.

The latch across from him loosened as the door opened. Light flooded in from the other side of the diamond grating separating him from the man who was adjusting himself in his seat. When the door closed, they were once again plunged into darkness. Jimin released the air trapped in his lungs, the hand holding the rosary moving to form the sign of the cross in front of him before clasping his fingers together in a sign of prayer.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was three years and six months ago.”

There was a pregnant pause, threatening to swallow Jimin up completely. He took another breath, the sweat tingeing his brows as his chestnut fringe clung to his forehead. Jimin felt the priest’s eyes watching him through the grating and he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. A part of him felt like he was being judged, but wasn’t that expected? It should have been. If it wasn’t, then Jimin judged himself in the stead of his Savior.

“Go on, My Child,” urged the priest gently.

He tried to wet his lips as he floundered for the words. Jimin cleared his throat as he attempted to formulate his sentences, his hands trembling. He shut his eyes tightly, his mouth forming into a thin line. He knew the priest was waiting for him to continue, but inwardly he wanted nothing more than to run from that small enclosure.

It felt like the weight of his sins would crush him.

“I’m a Christian, Father, but we believe in The Almighty and his Grace. Prayer alone cannot save me, but I feel that simply writing things down in a journal could hardly be enough to absolve me of my sins.” The words were less heavy on his tongue and he pressed his back against the wall. “The Blood of Christ has granted me penance. I know this. But I am afraid, Father, of the wrongs I have done in order to secure the futures of my brothers and myself.”

When he opened his eyes again, they quickly adjusted to the darkness; he was used to this. It was the sunlight that hurt his eyes and made it difficult to see.

Old memories flooded his mind, reminding him of the past and of the blood he shed. The metallic taste and coppery odor seemed permanently stuffed in his nostrils back then. His hand was often forced during encounters when he donned the mask of the Golden Jackals’ liaison. It was his job to speak to others in various districts, warning them that despite being a new group and former Jade Fang members, they were not to be trifled with.

They would do things fairly and if that fairness was ever challenged, then it was Jimin’s job to pass the message along in other ways. He was given the name Crimson Claw because he had no issues cutting anyone down that dared to impede his brothers’ paths to success and good fortune. He was merciless when it came to anyone he cared for.

This same mercilessness existed quietly in his heart even when they all lived their simple, country lives in Hwaseong. It was the reason why Jimin was the last to arrive in Seoul after Namjoon made his offer to come back with him to the big city – to reach into the dark and dirty underworld and pull out a flawless diamond. Jimin’s life was his family’s bakery and it was always assumed he would take over. He could never admit to how easy it was for him to embrace the life that Namjoon and the others were suggesting they attempt to live.

Because he didn’t want to show how simple it was for him to smile in that chaotic world. He didn’t want to worry his brothers, or even scare them away. He was more afraid of losing them than he was of losing himself.

Jimin understood the true depth of his heart better than anyone. Because he was a sinner; he bathed in the sin and wore it like a badge of pride. He had no problem hurting anyone if it meant protecting the people who meant the most to him.

He would become the devil himself.

What worried Jimin now wasn’t the storm that was coming. What concerned him was the possibility of losing himself along the way.

“I have hurt people. I have ruined people. We all have. But I cannot confess their sins for them. I can only speak of my own.” He squeezed his fingers tightly together, the beads of the rosary scraping against each other. “I know I cannot bear their sins on my shoulders, but I desperately want to, Father. My brothers are good people; good men. They deserve all the wonderful things this life has to offer to them.”

“You are very kind-hearted, My Child,” spoke the priest, causing Jimin to look up at him, “and God sees that. He knows what lies in your heart every waking moment of your life.”

“If that’s true, Father,” Jimin whispered, “then he knows I’m beyond saving. I’m okay with that, I am.”

“You’re alright with being outside of the realm of redemption?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve found my place in the shadows and I will do everything, anything I can, to keep my brothers in the light.”

Jimin peered down at his hands to look at the sterling silver cross dangling from the rosary beads.

“Forever.”

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44

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

Word Count: 2,353

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

Chapter 44: You Never Walk Alone

“Even if this road is far and dangerous, will you be with me?”

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There was a part of Raelyn that was ecstatic for the news of her friend’s pregnancy. What friend wouldn’t have been happy? However, there was a worry that lingered in the back of her brain; nagging there like a slowly growing cancer. Only a foolish person would have ignored it. Eden showered Anastasia with the praise that she felt she wanted to hear, and they all promised to go shopping together for the proper baby shower things that would be needed when it came time for the birth.

Raelyn didn’t mention marriage. Neither did Anastasia or Eden. It was the 21st Century and as progressive women, they felt that marriage wasn’t obligatory when finding out that one was with child. The biggest question that remained unspoken was if Anastasia was willing to keep the child? It seemed she was keen on the idea and so Raelyn didn’t bring up the subject. Eden picked up the same vibe and didn’t say anything either.

She felt Taehyung pull her a little closer on the couch, the two of them facing the large television in her common room. Her mind was going a mile a minute and she felt a little guilty for not paying attention to the film. It was one they’d watched before, but regardless of how many times he’d seen it, it was Taehyung’s favorite movie. She even caught him quoting it a few times in jest before attempting to pounce on her for their bedroom play time.

His thumb rubbed small circles around her shoulder, causing her to lazily shut her eyes as she adjusted herself a bit more comfortably on the couch. He used his other hand to tuck the throw blanket a little more securely around her hip while her legs draped over his lap. She felt his head press against her temple, his fringe tickling her forehead.

“Tired?”

Raelyn shook her head.

“You sure?”

She nodded and she felt him laugh slightly, her body shaking in tandem with his.

“What’s on your mind?”

For a moment, she said nothing. What was there to tell? Did she really have anything that was worth bringing up? She doubted it. But there was that inkling that kept pestering her until she knew she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked back at him and he blinked curiously in response.

“Anastasia’s pregnant.” She said it bluntly, gauging his reaction. Watching the corners of his mouth forming into a smirk, she continued. “You heard?”

“Of course I have,” he said, his tone dismissive, “we’ve all heard. Jin Hyung won’t shut-up about it.”

This gave her some relief, but she continued.

“Does his family know?”

Taehyung gave her a look, as if he were trying to surmise the meaning behind the question. Raelyn didn’t offer more to the inquiry. She merely waited patiently for his answer.

“I mean, I don’t think so,” he said slowly, lofting a brow, “why?”

Raelyn sat up on the couch, turning her body so she was facing him directly. “Is he gonna tell them?”

Now Taehyung readjusted so he could settle himself into an upright position. “Hold up, Noona, alright? What’s with the twenty questions?”

“Is he gonna tell them or not?”

“I don’t know!” She felt his hands on her shoulders. “What’s going on? What’s really bothering you?”

Raelyn frowned. “I don’t want my friend being treated like some secret mistress, that’s what!”

For a moment, all the two of them could do was stare intently at each other. Neither of them was backing down and Raelyn felt her frown intensify. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched Taehyung’s eyes shifting back and forth to look into her own.

There was a chance she probably sounded unreasonable. She knew this. But there was another part of her that felt she had the right to be worried for the future of her friend and for the child growing inside of her. Illegitimate children got a bad rap in South Korea. She’d seen enough of those cases cross her paths while she worked at the hospital. Orphans were often left to fend for themselves because they were abandoned; viewed as a black smear of shame on their seemingly flawless lineage.

With Anastasia being a foreigner, the prejudice was practically doubled. She didn’t want her friend suffering unnecessarily and definitely not for a man. Even if that man was Kim Seokjin.

Realization spread over Taehyung’s face and he let his hands slide down her arms until he was able to grasp her fingers in his palms. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and she couldn’t ignore the sharp pain tightening around her chest area. If things were going to get harder from here on out, she wanted to save her friends as much pain as possible. Even if that meant suffering from a little heartbreak. In time, the heart would heal. But when a child was involved, the difficulties increased without even meaning to.

He pulled her forward; she let him. Raelyn pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and relishing in the feel of his large arms encasing her into his chest. She’d never admit it out loud, but she felt safe in his embrace. For a moment, a small one, Raelyn could fool herself into believing that things were normal; that she was in a normal relationship and the chaos that threatened to rip her world apart wasn’t real.

Taehyung’s fingers carded through her curls, bringing her even closer and she sighed. He patted her back like a grown-up comforting a child and she smiled a little. She smacked his back gently to playfully show that she didn’t appreciate being coddled. He continued to pat her anyway.

“Look, Noona,” he began, resting his hand against the back of her head, “I’m not going to be fluffy about this, alright?” Taehyung used his other arm to pull Raelyn fully into his lap. She continued to hide her face in his shoulder. “But Jin Hyung is a good guy. Always has been. No matter what anyone says, no matter who tries to fight against him, he’s going to make sure that the people he cares about are taken care of.”

Raelyn lifted herself up so she could look at Taehyung. His half smile was there and she had to resist the urge to pinch his cheek and pull at the skin. He was being a pest – teasing her for being worried at all. Yet she also knew that he was aware of her concerns without having to give them voice. She appreciated that level of understanding, even if she didn’t always express it.

“Ana Noona is important to him. That is their child she is carrying inside of her. I haven’t seen Hyung this happy in years. He’s happy because she is the one willing to bear their child. Trust him, alright?”

Sighing, she pressed a hand to her forehead and nodded. “You’re right. I think I’m just overly sensitive these days. As a nurse, I know the first trimester is the most important during pregnancy. Anything can happen.”

Taehyung leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. He rubbed his nose against hers, waggling his brows in a playful fashion. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Boy,” she said with a laugh, placing a hand on his face and shoving him out of the way of her breathing room, “if you don’t cut it out.”

He pouted, huffing defiantly before grabbing at the backs of her legs and lifting her with little effort. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her bridal style and swung around away from the couch. Her eyes widened as her grip tightened to give herself better support.

“Wait, what are you doing?!”

Taehyung flashed her a devious look before he tilted his head to quickly nip at her nose. “I think I’m going to punish you.”

And before she could protest, he zipped across the living room and into her bedroom. Even before the door closed, Raelyn already knew she was in trouble. Because Kim Taehyung was a petty little shit.

When he promised punishment, she knew that that was what she was going to get.

“…you know—”

“Don’t start.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything yet.”

Eden whirled around in the small kitchenette, pointing her ladle straight at Raelyn.

“You don’t have to. I already know what’s about to come flyin’ out your mouth.”

Raelyn pouted, folding her arms across her chest as she sat cross-legged on the floor. The small round table was already set with three different bowls and sets of utensils. Side dishes were placed around a large, rubber pot rest. Delicious smells wafted from the kitchen as the soybean soup bubbled with life on the small gas range.

“Look,” she attempted again, holding her hands up, “all I’m sayin’ is that—”

“Stop bitchin’ about my place or stop comin’ over,” Eden spat as she turned back to the pot of soup, dipping the ladle inside to stir the contents within, “fuckin’ goddamn.”

“It’s too small and you know it!” Raelyn lifted her chin up, challenging her friend to say otherwise. “I swear, you’d think you’re still poor with how you’re carryin’ on.”

“I am poor.”

Raelyn rolled her eyes. “Says the woman who owns a successful business. Uh-huh. Right.”

“Don’t tell me how to live my life, woman!” her friend yelled, throwing the kitchen towel at her. Raelyn tried not to laugh as she caught it, choosing to hide her face behind it so she couldn’t see the mischief playing out over her features. “Out!”

“But I haven’t eaten.”

“Eat then get out!”

“The food’s not ready yet.”

Eden let out an aggravated noise before resuming her cooking. Raelyn hated to admit it, but she loved teasing her friend. The mixed woman made it so easy. Truth be told, it was less difficult to rile her up now that she was dating Jungkook. The number of smacks she’d received to the shoulder and back when riding her about “being in love” had her sore for at least half a day. But it was all worth it.

“When is that boy getting here anyway?” Raelyn looked around the place, as if she’d missed something. “Shouldn’t he be here already helping you?”

“I told him to go pick up some beer on his way over.”

“Ooo, so domesticated.”

Eden cut her gaze toward Raelyn, eliciting a giggle from the older woman.

“Don’t make me stab you.”

Laughing, she leaned back on her hands and stretched her long legs all the way out across the floor. She lifted her face toward the ceiling, not really minding how small her friend’s place was. But if Jungkook and she were starting to get serious (as it seemed evident), then the small apartment would hardly be enough to handle the two of them.

“He hasn’t asked to move in with you, has he?”

A sudden coughing fit erupted from Eden as she turned to look back at her friend, eyes as wide as saucers. Raelyn shrugged, acting as though she’d asked what the weather was going to be tomorrow.

“What? It’s a simple question.”

“I’d hardly call that question simple, Unnie.”

She canted her head to the side. “Well, has he?”

Eden rolled her eyes and resumed cooking. “No.”

“Has he asked you to move in with him, then?”

Snorting, Eden shook her head but refused to take her eyes off the pot. “What is with you today?”

“…is it because of Yoongi?”

Raelyn hadn’t expected her words to strike a nerve. But they apparently did. Eden’s hand stilled, the ladle slipping from her grasp and rolling along the rim of the pot.

Neither woman said anything. Finally, Eden craned her neck to shoot a glare at her.

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“Well, is it?”

“Unnie, you better drop this.”

“I don’t see why you guys can’t just move on to the next step already. If you’re not hung up on Yoongi and he’s not feeling guilty about it, then what’s stopping the both of you?”

Eden sighed, picking up the ladle again while turning the dial on the stove to lower the burner. “Give it a rest, Raelyn.”

Raelyn eased herself up off the floor, dusting the backs of her jeans off. “You need to stop beating yourself up for something that wasn’t even your fault in the first place.”

“Who says I am?”

“You are, that’s who.”

“Whatever. God, you’re so fucking annoying right now.” Eden moved from the stove to the small rice cooker to stir the rice inside.

“And you’re still hesitating. Stop.” She crossed the small space, her hand reaching out to grasp her friend’s wrist in her own. Slowly, she turned Eden around to face her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Just stop, hm? You’ve already decided what you’re going to do so why are you trying to backpedal in your head?”

“I’m not backpedaling.” Eden frowned. “I’m thinking.”

“Then stop thinking and just do what you want. Don’t you think that’s what you deserve? What you both deserve?” Raelyn smiled as her friend gave her a confused look. “It’s not fair to either of you to linger on something that shouldn’t matter. Your feelings come first.”

The door rattled as keys slid into the lock and Raelyn shuffled away from her friend, leaving her presumably bewildered. Raelyn greeted Jungkook as he entered, relieving him of the case of beer in his arms despite his protests. She urged him to get comfortable, giving Eden a knowing wink.

Trust was important. Faith was necessary.

No longer living to wait on the whims of others? Well, that was the most important piece of the puzzle known as “life”. Raelyn knew that now. She wouldn’t let her doubt eat away at her anymore. If a choice needed to be made, then she’d already made it.

She would fight, even if that meant fighting her own self-doubt.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46

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

Word Count: 3,314

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Chapter 46: Euphoria

“You’re the sun that rose again in my life; a reincarnation of my childhood dreams.”

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Jungkook groaned softly, his brows furrowing as a beam of sunlight sliced across the backs of his eyelids. A hand immediately went up to shield his face, frowning upon being roused from the deep sleep he was enjoying. When he shifted, he felt a weight on his arm and quickly froze. Craning his neck slightly, he lifted himself up a measure to see a curtain of dark curls draped against light brown skin. Jungkook gave a sleepy smile, his hand reaching out to brush Eden’s hair from her neck. She moved away from him only a little, a child-like moan of protest issuing from her and he watched the sleeve of her sweatshirt slip away to expose her bare shoulder.

Taking a moment to card his fingers through her hair, Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his nose into the juncture of her neck – inhaling her scent slowly. His lips were feather soft against her skin, his hand moving from her hair to smooth over the curve of her shoulder.

He would never get tired of this; of her.

These moments were his favorite. Jungkook felt like it was a journey around the world to finally breach her barriers, but Eden wasn’t exactly a vulnerable human being. She’d been hurt so much in her past that trusting others was difficult. She’d said as much. Hurt by people she opened her heart to; hurt by people she trusted to show her more delicate side.

Her stubbornness only urged Jungkook to pursue her relentlessly. He knew what it was like to feel alone in the way that she did. He understood her need to reach out and then pull back at the last second, doubting what she saw in front of her.

Even he felt the same despite the brotherhood he’d developed with his childhood friends.

Readjusting the arm she was laying on, he slid his hand beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers could slide past the underside of her breasts. Reaching over her waist, he pressed his large palm over the flat of her bare stomach and her abs tightened from the chill of his rings contacting her skin. Eden stirred in his arms and he watched the goosebumps form on the back of her neck – his hand gliding between her legs. Dipping beneath the fabric of her panties, he let his long fingers take pleasure in the warmth of her folds.

His lips caressed the curve of her jaw and he could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. Jungkook wanted her; wanted this forever. He wanted to show her that it was okay to fall into a river of passion without the risk of drowning in it.

He’d never let her get swallowed up alone.

“Jungkook,” she mumbled, “what are you doing?”

Her voice was thick with sleep. It was deep and raspy, and it made Jungkook want her even more.

Eden turned in his arms, forcing his hands to cease their movements much to his disappointment. The bleary look of sleepiness on her face, however, only made him smile instead of pout. She rubbed at the backs of her eyes with the heels of her palms and he pulled her closer against him. A hand slid down her long, bare leg and he hiked it up to rest her thigh on his hip.

He leaned in closer as she finished rubbing at her eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Good morning,” he greeted, and he chuckled when she opened one eye to look at him. “Sleep well?”

She tried to turn away from him, presumably to go back to sleep, but he held onto her leg tightly – making it impossible for her to flop onto her other side. Eden tried to pull away a few more times before finally giving up. Expecting a glare, however, he was surprised to feel her lunging her body forward to slam her chest against his. A grunt pushed from his lungs in response and he could only stare wide-eyed at the wall as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

He tried to wrangle his emotions, mentally kicking himself for still acting like a child with a schoolboy crush as his heart thrummed heavily against his ribs. She seemed to pick up on this immediately, feeling her smiling against his skin.

“Don’t you laugh,” he said, his eyes meeting hers as she peeked up to look at him.

He saw her grin widen. “Or what?”

“You’re going to get a spanking.”

She laughed outright. “Promises, promises!” she replied, her hands snaking up along his sides and it was too late before he realized what she was getting ready to do.

Jungkook let out a sound that was a cross between a squeak and a yell. He felt her fingers dipping into his hips before they scurried over his ribs and at the tender spots just below his armpits. Flopping around like a fish to escape her, he crashed onto her apartment floor tangled in blankets and sheets. When he finally managed to free himself, he saw Eden dashing out of the small bedroom and into the bathroom.

Letting out a groan, he buried his face into the mattress – resigning himself to being on breakfast assignment the minute he heard Eden turning on the shower.

It didn’t take him long to get dressed into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Not caring that his fringe poked out from beneath the hood, he sprinted down the long street until he was able to reach the convenience store a block away. He bought two small cartons of milk – one chocolate and one strawberry – some Danishes and two sausages on a stick. He quickly paid for the items and dashed out of the store – the plastic bag rattling at his side as he opted to walk back instead of running.

Patting one of his pockets, he scratched at the side of his nose impishly. Jungkook was glad that Eden decided to take the day off to rest. Taehyung agreed to handle things at the recording studio for the time being and there hadn’t been any real reason for him to help his other brothers with their affairs. Though originally she opted to take more time off from work so she could support Anastasia (who was, for all intents and purposes, carrying his niece and/or nephew), Jungkook wasn’t about to let such an opportunity pass him by.

Jungkook reached the stairs to the rooftop apartment and climbed them slowly. When he made it to the top, the image he saw was completely unexpected. He had to rub his own eyes to make sure he was seeing correctly.

Eden was outside, pulling laundry off the lines. One set of sheets threatened to blow away from the sudden gust of wind and she chased after it – laughing at the potential crisis that was about to happen. She managed to catch the bedding just before it flew off the roof, her body leaning over the edge. Jungkook almost moved after her, but when he saw her body spinning around and away from the ledge, he stopped and continued to look on as she let the sheets fly behind her. Music played from her phone on the ground nearby and she seemed oblivious to his presence.

He remembered reading about nymphs in a Greek mythology book once when he was younger. He didn’t particularly believe in the supernatural, but he believed that there were people beyond human understanding. Whether they were humans or something otherworldly was undeterminable, but in that moment, he swore that Eden wasn’t of this world. The way her hair flew behind her as she ran around with the sheet, laughing so freely, he believed that she was a mythical nymph.

Jungkook dropped the bag and this seemed to knock Eden out of the trance she’d placed herself in. Her bare feet came to a halt and the sheet fluttered against her back – gathering in a strange bundle at her heels. She blinked, brushing some of her wet curls behind her ears.

“Oh, Jungkook-ah,” she said, wrapping the sheet around her shoulders, “you’re back.”

He said nothing. He could only look on as he took a step toward her.

“Where’d you go?”

Again, he couldn’t say anything. Even if he wanted to, the words just kept running away from him; tumbling from his brain. All he did was take another step forward.

And another.

And another.

And another.

The distance between them was short, but it felt like it took him half a lifetime to get to her. When he did, all he could do was gaze down at her confused face. She blinked up at him and he reached out to tuck more of her hair behind both of her ears.

Neither of them said anything. He just continued to hold her face in his hands, a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest and reaching up to wrap around his throat. She must have seen something in his gaze because she placed a hand on the back of his – stirring him out of the hypnosis she’d unknowingly put him under.

“Hey,” she called to him softly, “are you okay?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No,” he said gently, “not yet.”

Before she could ask anything further, he took a step back and then slowly lowered himself down onto one knee. He reached into his pocket, fishing out the item that he’d been carrying with him for the better part of a month. The velvet blue box was revealed and Eden dropped the sheet to the ground completely. Her eyes widened, tears instantly filling them the moment he opened the box to show the white gold band with the soft blue gemstone situated on the gem mounting.

“Ya,” Eden managed to choke out as she covered her mouth, “w-what are you doing?”

When she took a step back, Jungkook’s arm moved with lightning speed and he caught her wrist – halting any and all escape attempts. When he felt her resisting him, his thumb dug into her skin to secure the hold he had on her.

“Noona,” he called to her, his mouth suddenly feeling dry, “please…”

He hadn’t meant to sound so pathetic. But the words felt like sand on the tip of his tongue and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to repeat what he was about to say. Eden’s cheeks were streaked with tears, but her body seemed to relax a little more. Taking comfort in this, Jungkook’s fingers slid from her wrist to hold onto her hand.

“I wish I had the right words to tell you how I feel.” Jungkook could barely hear his own words, muffled under the sound of how loud his heart was thundering in his ears. “But the only thing I’m confident enough to say is that I love you. I love you sogoddamn much.”

Jungkook curled his fingers into her palm, pulling her toward him a half step. The sheet was abandoned as her bare feet shuffled forward. He watched her wiping at her cheeks with her free hand, silently waiting for him to continue.

“I know I probably don’t deserve the moments you give me, but I’m thankful that you do. I’m grateful that you decided to give me a chance. To give us a chance.”

He pulled her arm forward so that he could press his forehead against the back of her hand.

“It’s going to take some time, I know, but…” Lifting his face to look at her, he gave her a weak smile. “…will you also give me the chance to occupy every inch of your heart? Will you let me stay there forever once I do?”

Eden’s facial expression didn’t change. He saw the tears continuing to fall despite her efforts to clean her face with her free hand. He felt a heavy weight on his chest and was sure he’d pass out from the pressure building there.

“Eden McGee…” Jungkook held the box up a little higher. “…will you marry me?”

Everything was silent except for the breeze that blew through the skies, causing the laundry to flutter on the line.

Then he heard it. A half sob, half laugh. Jungkook blinked and saw the most unguarded look on Eden’s face he’d ever seen. When she wiped her nose with the back of her wrist, she nodded and laughed again. Jungkook let go of her hand long enough to pluck the ring from the soft silk bedding inside the box and slip it onto the appropriate finger. He figured she would take a moment to admire it, but the moment his hand left the ring, Eden threw herself into his arms and hugged him.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting both her and him up off the ground. He spun around and peppered her face and neck with kisses. Again, she laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist.

This was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

Together.

Jungkook fiddled nervously with his vest, straightening the garment for the dozenth time while Jimin watched from a corner of the room, biting back a smile. He glanced over at him and sighed, shaking his head. “Is it normal to be this nervous? I love her. I want to marry her.” He stared back at his reflection in the mirror. “So why am I so nervous?”

Jimin pushed himself off the wall and approached Jungkook, grabbing his shirt collar and straightening it out, smoothing down the corners with gentle fingers. “Because you love her. Because it’s a big step.” Jungkook frowned a little, which caused his brother to smirk. “There’s a million reasons why you’re allowed to be nervous, so stop being nervous about being nervous,” he said, patting his cheek. “You love her. She loves you. It’s that simple.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the shaky sigh that managed to escape him. Jimin was right and he knew that. Sometimes it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. Jungkook rarely followed such a principle, but today was the day he would. He had to.

Two weeks had passed since Eden accepted his proposal. Once emotions were finally settled, they had a lengthy discussion and both agreed that it was probably in the best interest of everyone to marry in secret. With Anastasia pregnant, Raelyn busy with her hospital work, and the rest of Jungkook’s own friends focusing on staying off the Jade Fangs’ radar, it was better to just have a small ceremony between the two of them.

They still needed a witness; someone they trusted implicitly.

Jimin didn’t fuss or fight against any of it when Jungkook brought it up to him a week ago. In fact, it surprised him how readily he was willing to accept the role. Jimin reassured Jungkook that he just needed to focus on getting ready and planning the best honeymoon he could for his future bride. It wasn’t the most extravagant place, but it was important to him and Jimin agreed that Eden would appreciate it more than some trip to a resort on a remote beach somewhere.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands and gave them a squeeze before stepping back, looking at his brother – the one who was constantly giving him words of wisdom while fussing over him at the same time. “Is it really, though?” he asked, almost pointedly.

He watched Jimin raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to say anything further. When he didn’t, he patted his cheek again with a wry grin. “You have nothing to worry about, Jungkook-ah. It really is that simple for you. Eden loves you. She wants to marry you. So go out there and get married. You’ve both done so much with your lives and you have so much more left to do.”

What he said made sense, of course. He loved Eden more than he’d ever thought possible. He’d never met another woman who stirred the same kind of emotions in him than she had. Jungkook knew that he probably never would; not in this lifetime, anyway.

He gave his brother one long look before relaxing, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “You’re right. Just…I want you to be happy, too, y’know?”

“I am happy.” Jungkook winced when Jimin flicked his forehead and he rubbed at the sore spot. “Now, stop being so twitchy. Relax. Put a smile on that ridiculously handsome face of yours and go out there so you can greet your lady and, you know, marry her.”

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Well, do I look good, at least? Come on, Hyung, you’ve got to help me out, here.” He gestured at himself, indicating the suit he’d chosen to wear.

The soft gray and black pinstripe suit stood out against the taupe stained walls of the chapel waiting room, bringing out the darker tones of his eyes. He’d thought it was appropriate. Black seemed too somber a color, and he was ready to start a new chapter of his life - one with his soon-to-be-wife - with energy and positivity.

Jimin snorted softly and reached up to ruffle his hair, though he smoothed it back down after. “You look fine, Jungkook. Handsome and happy. You’re lucky to have each other. Now, let’s go get you out there. We don’t wanna keep her waiting. She just might change her mind and run off.”

They left the room chuckling together, Jimin following slightly behind him, as if he were herding Jungkook along. And he may very well have been. Jungkook's nervousness aside, he knew he wanted to see Eden more than anything. And though none of them were terribly superstitious, Jimin managed to convince him not to try and see his future wife before she was walking down the aisle.

Jungkook tried not to start fidgeting again, Jimin silent and reassuring at his side as the priest stood at the front of the chapel hall. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves as his white gloved hands wrung against each other. Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder, causing what nerves remained to drain out of him. He met his brother’s gaze and smiled, the two of them turning as the door to the chapel opened.

A few scant moments later, he saw her. Eden. She stepped out, into the light, and his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, unable to see anywhere else. She was beyond beautiful. Of course, he already knew that. But in the soft light reflecting off tan walls and pooling through stained glass windows, her simple off-white dress that stopped at her knees seemed to radiate light. Jungkook couldn’t hear the music of the pianist; he didn’t see the priest or his brother.

Nothing and no one existed except her.

The ceremony itself was a blur, both too fast and too slow. He didn’t even really register what was said, or by whom. Rings were exchanged - again - their shining surfaces and dark patina a testament to their age. Jungkook had the rings engraved with the date of their wedding.

The vows were said, rings on each other’s hands, and he was kissing her, their lips finding each other. He would have stayed like that for much longer, but someone cleared their throat, a reminder that it could wait for later. They separated and he looked down at Eden, his dark eyes swirling with desire and pure happiness.

They were married. She was his wife. From now until the end of their lives, and beyond. From this moment onward, they were a true team; partners in every sense.

Ride or die.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47

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

Word Count: 2,441

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

Chapter 47: DNA

“We’re completely different baby. Because we’ve found our destiny.“

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). 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.

Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

There were few expectations that Kim Taehyung had in life. He expected to wake up, have breakfast (and by breakfast, he had every intention of making love to his woman), shower, eat actual breakfast, and then continue with his day. His work was always different; working with artists of various talents. It didn’t have to be in the music industry. Taehyung found promising artists of all forms of medium in his line of work. Some nights he worked late. Some nights he came home early.

These were all normal expectations.

What he didn’t expect was to come home to a lovely ceramic plate flying at his head.

Instincts took over rationale and he quickly dodged, the plate shattering into half a dozen pieces against the wall. When he looked up, he saw Raelyn preparing to aim two coffee mugs at him from the kitchen. She lunged one at him and he dipped around the corner as it smashed into the wall.

“W-Whoa!” he yelled, peeking around the corner, “Raelyn, what the hell?!”

She said nothing. Raelyn chose to chuck the other mug in her hand instead of answering him. Taehyung ducked behind the wall again. He hurried out of his shoes and shrugged his coat off his shoulders, letting it land on the floor. Taehyung raced into the kitchen just as Raelyn began reaching for the carving board; presumably to beat him with. She yelled at him, a host of incoherent sounds tumbling from her, and he wrenched the heavy board from her hands and tossed it onto the counter.

He ignored her banging on his chest and only winced when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. Taehyung did his best to put a lid on his mounting anger and, instead, chose to focus on the fury painted over his girlfriend’s face. He reached out to grab her wrists, holding them firmly between them and forcing her to finally look at him.

“Raelyn!” he yelled again, his voice booming off the walls and causing her to be still for even half a second, “What’s the matter? Tell me what the fuck is happening!”

But she didn’t say anything. All he saw was the onset of tears brimming her eyes until they, too, spilled down her cheeks. He searched her gaze, looking for a clue that would tell him anything about what forced her to go into a frenzy. He watched her fingers curling into fists as he held her wrists securely in his grasp, her chest rising and falling with how heavy she was breathing. He was so confused.

Until his eyes rested on the counter and he saw a pregnancy test. There were two faded blue lines on the applicator. His grip suddenly slackened and his arms fell at his side. Raelyn didn’t resume her punching assault. She covered her eyes instead, sobbing into her hands. It only took a moment for him to realize what was happening before his vision went vertical for half a second. Shaking his head, he tried to get his head right as it attempted to swim.

“H-How long?”

He grunted when he felt Raelyn punching his shoulder. “I don’t know! A month! Maybe longer!” She angrily wiped at the tears on her face. “I won’t know until I get an ultrasound done.”

Taehyung rubbed at his shoulder absentmindedly, stopped, and then smiled widely. He saw Raelyn aiming to hit him again, but he shifted and grabbed her by the hand. “Then let’s get one done.”

“Are you crazy?!”

It was hard to keep his smile from growing, but he tried. The flustered look on Raelyn’s face, however, had him dissolving into a small giggling fit. She tried to break out of his hold, successfully freeing one hand. She immediately used it to punch him repeatedly on the shoulder. This only forced him to laugh even harder and he began holding his sides.

“You think this is funny?! HUH?!”

Before Raelyn could assault him again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She kicked her legs back and forth, wriggling in his hold, but he only buried his face into the juncture of her neck. He continued to laugh until he felt tears leaking out of his eyes. He hadn’t meant for her to see it, but she must have felt it because she slowly went limp in his arms. Her hands settled on his shoulders as he held her aloft, her feet dangling off the ground and resting along his shins.

“T-Taehyung-ah,” she said gently, moving her hand to curl at the side of his neck, “are you alright?”

He didn’t want to let her go. Not yet. He continued to keep her close to him, her body still in the air and pressed against his chest. His laughter died off and he wrapped his arms even tighter around her waist. She didn’t protest or fight him, instead choosing to card her fingers through his hair until her digits were pressed against the nape of his neck.

Taehyung nodded his head, setting Raelyn down slowly until he felt her feet resting on the floor. He pulled back and she looked up at him, brows knitting together in concern. His smile remained, a little softer, and he let his hands trail down until he could curl his fingers into her palms. Small tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes and he gave a half laugh, using his shoulders to swipe away the moisture on his cheeks.

“I’m better than alright, Noona.” He pulled her a little closer. “I’m so happy.”

Raelyn looked unsure. “You are?”

He gave an emphatic nod. “Yeah, I am.”

This seemed to almost stun her, but she didn’t say anything. Not immediately. He could sense her reticence. He knew there wasn’t anything he could do to chase that little bit of doubt away, so he simply waited. He waited for her to process things the way she often did – usually a handful of minutes of cogwheels turning in her mind.

Finally, she sighed as he saw her shoulders sag a measure. “But why?”

He knew this was coming. He was ready for it. Taehyung always knew he’d be ready if the conversation ever led to this topic. He just never expected it to happen so quickly.

“Because,” he began, taking a breath, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad.”

Again, Raelyn said nothing. She just waited for him to continue, knowing he would.

“I’ll admit it, I was jealous of Jin Hyung a little when he told us that Ana Noona was pregnant. Maybe there was a part of me that selfishly wished you were pregnant too.” A measure of guilt wormed around in his heart and he let go of Raelyn’s hand to rub at the tender spot in the center of his chest. “I know that it isn’t just about me, though. It wasn’t on purpose. I know we were both careful and I—”

Raelyn shook her head. “No, these things just happen sometimes. Use all the protection in the world, but that isn’t a hundred percent preventative. There are instances where it can just…happen.”

He smirked. Hearing her logicalize the situation made his girlfriend even more endearing. Bringing rationale into the relationship was her way of processing and analyzing things. Raelyn was hardly what anyone would consider an impulsive individual. In an unexpected situation, she was doing her best to keep a level-head once the initial fallout of emotions was finished.

Leaning forward, he peered into her face and she, in turn, leaned back so he couldn’t completely crowd her space. “You still mad at me?”

He could see her struggling not to smile, her eyes averting his gaze to keep her expression as flat as possible. “…maybe.”

“You sure?”

“No.”

“Can we go get an ultrasound now, hm?” Swaying their arms back and forth, he pushed out a small whine. “I wanna know if we’re gonna be parents or not.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” Raelyn said, slipping her hands from his so she could head to the coat closet in the living room, “get your jacket. It’s cold.”

Taehyung scampered behind her, letting her arms shrug into the coat. He made sure she was fully zipped up, holding her hand as she put on her shoes. It took him no time to throw on his padded coat and hop into his boots. He had to keep himself from all but dragging her out of the complex, half tempted to carry her all the way to the hospital.

He was anxious to know if he was already building something with his own two hands.

Seoul – Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

“What did you just say?”

Taehyung kicked his legs back and forth at the island in the kitchen, cradling the glass of wine in his hands. Yoongi screwed the top to the whiskey bottle closed, setting it on the counter. He seemed to be scrutinizing over what Taehyung just told him, leaning back on the counter and crossing one foot over his ankle.

Instead of answering, however, Taehyung grinned and took a sip of wine. Yoongi’s brows twitched in frustration, not known for being the most patient of people in their inner circle. He wouldn’t be able to get away with keeping his mouth shut for much longer.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Taehyung decided to change the subject instead.

Yoongi snorted, not blind to his little avoidance method. “Hwaseong,” he replied easily, lifting the glass to his lips.

“Huh?” Taehyung blinked. “Why did he go back to Hwaseong?”

“He and Eden are on a trip there,” replied Yoongi, crossing the kitchen to sit in the chair across from him, “said something about wanting to show her our hometown.”

“What? Really?” Taehyung laughed while leaning back a bit. “Our maknae is so sentimental. Never expected him to take his girlfriend to our country town.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything. Taehyung saw his older brother’s expression shift, but barely. He’d heard from Jimin that Yoongi and Eden were together once. For years. Yoongi kept it a secret from all of them for an indeterminable amount of time and while Taehyung was never one to pry into the affairs of others, he had to admit that he was a little shocked to discover the person he often left them for was Eden McGee.

Will wonders never cease? he thought, watching Yoongi’s movements carefully. And now he’s forced to watch the woman he cared for engage in an intimate relationship with his youngest brother…

Setting the glass down on the marble counter with a whisper, Yoongi took a breath and looked at his watch. Something seemed to pass over his brother’s expression, something that anyone who didn’t know Min Yoongi would have missed. It was something that Taehyung would have missed had he not been paying attention.

He blinked at Yoongi from across the table, the older man refusing to meet his gaze.

…he still cares about her.

“When are you going to tell Hoseok about Raelyn?”

Yoongi’s words smashed through his thoughts, like a rock crashing through a window. For a moment, Taehyung felt his heart jump into his throat – getting stuck there. He tried to swallow down the uncomfortable feeling, internally praying that Yoongi dropped the subject. The truth of the matter was that Taehyung wasn’t sure when – or even how– he was going to bring it up to Hoseok in the first place. It wasn’t like it was light dinner conversation material.

Hoseok was level-headed. While Taehyung knew that his brother had already accepted his relationship with Raelyn, there was no telling how he would react upon hearing the news of her pregnancy. It wasn’t like it was with Anastasia. There was a good chance that Hoseok would simply take it in stride. On the other hand, he could explode.

Like a time bomb.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung drained his wine glass and set it down roughly on the counter. “Do I have to?”

He resisted the involuntary need to flinch when Yoongi’s dark eyes glared openly across at him. “…are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.” Taehyung said it out loud to convince himself.

Yoongi steepled his fingers together. “Don’t you think it’s a little irresponsible not to?”

“No,” he said a little more confidently, “it would be irresponsible to tell him when I don’t have my shit together. I want to tell him as a brother who is proud of the news, not some kid wanting his parents to fix his mistakes.”

For a while, all Yoongi did was stare back at him intently. The weight of his gaze made Taehyung’s breath shorten a measure, but he refused to have his resolve shake. He knew that Yoongi was the most practical of them all, willing to chop away any hindrances to their existences without hesitation. In a way, he could be even more ruthless than Hoseok.

Finally, he shrugged and stood from his chair. “It’s your choice,” Yoongi said while turning to head to the sink, “just make sure you don’t wait until it’s too late.”

Taehyung frowned. “What do you mean?”

He heard Yoongi scoff. “Don’t play dumb, Taehyung-ah.” He turned to glance over his shoulder at him. “You know things are going to get messy once the Jade Fangs decide to make their move.”

“Let them,” he said, standing from his chair, “it’s not like we aren’t ready for the fight.”

“Things are different now. Very different.” Yoongi crossed the room so he could stand beside Taehyung. “We’re not gangsters anymore. We don’t have power anymore. It’s going to get ugly and it’s because everyone has something to lose now.”

Taehyung felt a cold sweat touch the base of his neck as Yoongi gave him the once over.

“…some of us more than others.”

He jumped when he felt Yoongi’s hand patting his shoulder. The smile on his brother’s face was a mixture between bitter and sad. Yoongi sighed, turning away from him to leave the kitchen.

“Congratulations, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung sank back into the chair, as if the wind had been knocked straight from him. Part of him was happy to hear his brother acknowledge the small measure of joy he’d received in his life. The other part was fully aware of the warning Yoongi shared with him. They had more to lose now. More than ever.

I won’t let them take it from me. Curling his hands into fists at his knees, he narrowed his eyes harshly. I’ll never let anyone take my happiness from me.

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 (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Actual smut (strip tease, heavy foreplay, fingering, hand job, body worship, pre-cum), allusion to kidnapping

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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48

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

Word Count: 4,315

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

AN: So...this is the beginning of the end. To everyone who has faithfully followed this series from the start, I thank you. I appreciate you. It’s about to be a very bumpy ride. I’m going to go ahead and apologize in advance. I’m sorry for the hurt and pain that is coming. Please stay with me  until the end.

Chapter 48: Home

“We won’t talk but we’ll be comfortable. If only I have you, it’ll be my home.“

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). 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.

Hwaseong – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Eden smiled as she felt Jungkook wrap his heavier coat around her shoulders. Children raced past them, squealing in delight as they chased each other. One child barreled into her back, causing her to stumble forward a little. Jungkook cuffed the little boy on his head and Eden tugged at Jungkook’s ear to get him to stop. The little boy sniffled, apologizing, and Eden gave him a few bills so he could buy some snacks with his friends. Jungkook smirked, watching the little boy blush as he looked at her, bowed, and then scrambled off to be with his friends.

“You’re too easy on them,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “They’re just kids. Let them be kids.” Eden paused as they reached the corner of the street. “They should have that luxury, don’t you think?”

When she looked up at Jungkook, something flickered across his gaze. His brows furrowed and she immediately regretted saying what she had. Her intention hadn’t been to make him feel guilty, but he still did. Old memories were dredged up, something that they talked about in length once when they were up late watching Korean gangster movies while sharing a bottle of whiskey. They both never really got to be kids; the world forced them to grow up and deal with the adult world before they physically became adults.

It wasn’t a life either of them chose for themselves, but it wasn’t a life they regretted either. It made them who they were now. It was the life that led them to each other.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook-ah,” she said softly, “I shouldn’t have said that…”

He shook his head roughly from side to side, taking her arm and looping it through his. “No, you’re right. They should be able to run and play and rough around like they want while they can.”

She smiled, relieved to know that he felt the same way she did.

They continued down the path, passing various street stalls that sold food, clothes, and other trinkets. It was Spring and Summer would soon be approaching. Flowers were blooming and green returned to the once barren trees that lined the streets. The air was starting to warm up, but there was still that little bit of chill in the air that swept through and touched the marrow of bones.

Most women would have found coming to a back end province like Hwaseong deplorable – especially for a honeymoon getaway. But Eden insisted that this was the place she wanted to spend time with her husband – the place where he sealed away all his childhood memories; where his dreams first began.

The place where he called home.

Hwaseong was rural in most aspects, but there were industrial districts. She preferred the softer sides of his hometown, the places where all the rolling hills and lush forests flourished. It was peaceful, quiet, and a place where she could gather her thoughts. Jungkook pointed out the places that meant the most to him and she made mental notes of them; filing them away to be explored in depth later.

One by one, he went by all the places that his brothers called home. Some of their family members came out to greet them and Jungkook simply introduced Eden as his girlfriend. She didn’t mind, seeing as how they were both wearing their wedding bands as necklaces. But just for now. Eden agreed that it was better if they kept their marriage a secret, especially since tensions between the Jade Fangs and the former Golden Jackals had the potential to escalate. It was the safer and smarter way to go about things. Jimin was the only one who knew and they would keep it that way until everything finally settled down.

As each day passed, she was able to see the lake where he first met the others – the ones he called his brothers. They were all children back then, playing around the Han River in their underwear and throwing rocks at the lake while fishing. He took her to the orphanage that cared for him until he was old enough to get a job and go to school. As painful as it must have been, Jungkook even showed her the home he used to live in with his parents before they threw him away. A different family lived there now.

Everything was a precious memory, good and bad, and Eden tucked them away without judgment.

They returned to the hotel, deciding to order takeout and have it brought to their room. Lavish as their lodgings were, it seemed a bit silly, seeing as how Hwaseong became a bit of a tourist trap in recent years. It gave the community a chance to build something expansive and eye-catching, grabbing at the ankles of wealthy tourists to come and spend their money on pricey hotel suites and cheap souvenirs boasting ancient history in the inner square’s markets.

But it was the little things that counted.

After they finished eating, Eden began washing dishes in the sink of the suite’s kitchen. As she placed a few on the drying rack, she felt Jungkook approach her from behind. He slid his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she continued to work. She smiled when he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and she wiggled a little, his fringe tickling her cheek.

“Let’s go back to Seoul tomorrow,” he said suddenly, lacing his fingers together across her stomach.

She rinsed off a plate, intent on focusing on the task at hand. “Why? I thought we were staying here for a few more days?” Eden pouted, casting a sidelong glance at him. “Are we cutting the honeymoon short?”

She understood if it needed to be done. Sometimes work couldn’t be avoided. But that didn’t mean she had to like it.

Jungkook laughed, pressing his mouth to her temple. “No, we’re not.” He reached up to brush some of her hair behind her ear. “I actually have another surprise for you.”

“You and your surprises,” Eden muttered, unable to hide the tiny smirk that appeared.

“Trust me,” he whispered, “you’ll love it.”

Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

“Uh, Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

Eden turned to look at Jungkook, seeing the look of pride all but explode over his face. He was practically beaming and he took a moment to meet her gaze. Eden blinked up at him, then craned her neck to look back at the large house surrounded by a thicket of private trees. There was a small stairwell that led up to the front door, a small awning perched from the siding of the slate walls. A large front deck wrapped around the house, a two-story home that boasted modern features with a hint of traditional landscaping.

She pointed to the house – her finger aimed at the large window on the second floor.

“This,” she said again, “what is this?”

“A house,” he said, amusement laced through his words, “our house.”

Whipping her head to look at him. She could see no trace of a lie or even a tease. “Excuse me, what?”

Laughing, Jungkook grabbed her by the hand and tugged her along – pulling her up the short set of steps while rustling around for a set of keys. Slipping it into the door, he twisted the key and ushered her inside. Eden was only barely able to get her shoes off as he helped her into a pair of house slippers.

“I’ll get an electronic lock installed later. I just couldn’t wait to show this to you.”

She had no words. Even if she had, Eden was positive they would have tumbled to the floor in a meaningless collection of jargon she wouldn’t have been able to understand. Everything was brand new. The floor was made of polished hardwood, the furniture sleek and modern. Only the throw pillows were unfashionable as they sported various characters from anime that Eden liked – a large Princess Mononoke throw blanket draped across the back of the large couch in the living room.

Eden took a few steps forward, her eyes darting in every direction to take everything in. The kitchen was large, sporting a marble island with stools around it. Large windows allowed for natural light to flood the rooms, showing off the view of the front and side gardens. A huge flat screen television decorated the wall near an ornate entertainment center – a fireplace nestled in the corner with freshly cut logs near the hearth to be used during the colder months.

Turning to look at Jungkook, she didn’t have time to speak before he was already scooping her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs.

“We can explore the rest of the house tonight,” he said, leaning in to press his lips along the shell of her ear, “but there’s one place I want us to go.”

Eden felt her cheeks getting warmer. She knew the look in his eyes and understood what his intentions were. So it didn’t come as a surprise to her when he pushed open a door with his shoulder to reveal a large master bedroom. Without wasting a moment more, Jungkook set her down so her feet hit the floor, his lips moving to capture hers in a heated kiss. She moaned unconsciously into his mouth, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders as he hurriedly popped the buttons of her jeans loose.

His large hands moved to all but tear the hoodie from her, pulling it up and over her head so that it landed on the floor without a second glance. She tried to say something – anything – but the words were lost as he kissed her; his tongue slipping in between her lips to brush along her canines. Eden took a step back, her calf hitting the edge of the bed and she nearly stumbled backwards. Jungkook caught her by the waist, his hands warm against her skin. His fingers pressed into her waist, curling into the waistband of her jeans and she felt her breath hitch when he knocked his hips against hers. She could feel his erection through his pants, and she squeezed her thighs together a little bit tighter – attempting to get friction where she needed it most.

Jungkook’s kiss grew a bit more feverish, a hand moving from her waist to trail up her exposed back. Eden felt her skin pepper out in goosebumps – chasing the path that his hand made along her skin. Pausing to rest at the nape of her neck, Eden can’t help the sigh that managed to escape – lost in the cavern of his mouth. She tilted her head slightly, trying to get at his mouth at a better angle. But he chose that moment to break the kiss, trailing his mouth along the column of her neck. She felt his body almost vibrate as she reached out to pull at his shirt, yanking it free from his pants.

She felt his hand moving from the back of her neck, his fingers slowly clambering up to thread through her hair. His other hand was still at her hip and she could feel him tracing small circles around her skin before dipping below the waistband of her panties. Eden gasped softly as the sound of her zipper sliding down seemed to ricochet off the walls.

Jungkook broke the kiss again, moving a step back so he could slowly sink to the floor to his knees while taking her pants with him. He urged her to step out of them completely when they were bunched around her ankles and she complied, her legs trembling when he pressed his lips along her inner thigh. A hand slid down to the crown of his head, carding through his hair. Delicate hands moved to caress along her skin, finally smoothing over the curves of her thighs and then gripping onto her panties. He dragged them down, his lips giving chase to the material as he let it fall to her ankles.

Without having to be told, Eden stepped out of them as well.

Clad in just her bra, she felt overly exposed in a way that felt a little embarrassing. It was still broad daylight and Jungkook was being shamelessly intimate. The curtains weren’t drawn over the windows and while she knew the home was nestled in their own private sanctuary, Eden felt like someone was watching her; like they were being watched. It was a weird kink that she never believed she could properly give a voice to, but Jungkook indulged her whenever he could.

Licking a trail up her body, he paused just long enough to press his lips atop the swell of her breasts. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and she let it fall to the ground. It, too, would be forgotten until it was deemed fit to be remembered.

Eden pouted as he smiled down at her, his eyes full of dark arousal. She could tell he was holding himself back a measure and she lightly smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. His eyes crinkled in the corners, his gaze softening as he looked back at her.

“I’m the only one naked,” she murmured, “no fair.”

Reaching out to grasp one of her hands, he moved so that it now rested along the center of his chest. She could feel the heavy thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm and he quirked a brow at her. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to ask her.

“Then make it fair,” he replied, his voice low and raspy.

Eden couldn’t keep the look of surprise and amusement from dancing over her face. She bit her lower lip, her hands moving to undo each button before shoving the material back and off his shoulders. He shrugged out of the shirt, shaking his hands so he was free of the material. Eden immediately went to his belt, pulling the leather through the loops of his jeans and then dropping it to the floor.

She could admit she wasn’t nearly as patient as her husband and he laughed, watching her popping the button of his jeans loose while frantically pulling at the zipper. His hands moved to still over hers and he lifted her easily off the floor. Eden wriggled when she felt him kissing her stomach, laughing as he tossed her onto the bed.

She cooed softly as he slid out of his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His shaft twitched in response to him drinking her in. She could see his pupils dilating as he climbed over her like a predator about to devour his prey. His hands slid between her thighs to press along her folds, feeling the slickness that escaped from how heavy her own arousal was. Moaning at his touch, Eden tried to move away from him, but he wouldn’t give her any quarter. Instead, he lowered his head to capture an exposed nipple between his lips.

Pleasure exploded over her skin and she nearly bucked from his finger pressing against the sensitive nub between her legs. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles around it before dipping into her slit to caress at her inner walls. In the haze of her lust, she could see the milky white fluid beading at the slit of his tip. She wanted to taste it but her selfish desire was knocked clean from her mind when he slid another finger into her.

Her hips lifted, pushing his digits further inside of her. Jungkook moved his face to lavish affection to the other nipple. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb continuing to rub circles over her clit. Electric shocks exploded behind her eyes and he lifted his face to catch her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on her tongue, Eden closed her eyes and moaned – unsure how much longer she was going to be able to handle this assault against her entire person.

As if he’d read her mind, Jungkook removed his fingers from her folds. Eden whined, shocked at her internal outrage to being deprived of her own pleasure. She watched Jungkook using her juices to coat his erection, his hand slowly stroking over himself. He gripped the base of the shaft and she felt herself getting wetter just watching him. After a moment of this, he straddled her hips – positioning himself as he pressed the tip of his erection against her clit. Again, she hissed in pleasure, feeling her walls growing more and more slick as he teased her folds.

“My god,” Jungkook whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

“Jungkook-ah…”

“You’re my wife.” He smiled down at her. “How did I get so lucky?”

Eden felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She laughed softly, not caring that they leaked out and into her ears. Jungkook leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth, his lips moving along the curve of her jaw until he caressed the lobe of her ear.

“I love you,” he said softly, pressing the head of his erection into her entrance. She sucked in air between her teeth as he inched forward a little bit more. “I love you so much, Eden.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

As if those were the words he’d been waiting for, he pushed himself forward completely – filling her insides. Her walls clamped down around him instinctively, holding him in place. As he pushed and pulled against her, the friction created was almost jarring. The pace was slow at first, but it didn’t take Jungkook long to speed things up. Eden rocked her hips against his, rising to meet his as he came down along her. There were wet, sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin and it didn’t take long for their sweat-soaked skin to glide over each other with each hurried pulse of their movements.

And then he hit that spot; the spot that drove her half-mad. The spot that almost always left her fucked out of her head. Eden dug her nails into his skin, leaving half-moon marks along his muscles. She dragged her fingers down, red angry trails chasing after her fingernails before she clamped onto his forearms. He was practically jack-hammering into her, reaching his own favored spot, until she was seeing stars from the orgasm that began to overtake her. Her voice started off low until it soon escalated to a scream; one that she was almost positive rattled the windows. Jungkook wasn’t far behind her, her name bellowing from his lungs.

Heat filled her core, spreading over her entire body. She felt Jungkook shift his body slightly, collapsing beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, still buried inside of her, and pulled her close so that she was nestled perfectly against his form. He whispered words of love into her ear and Eden was barely conscious enough to hear them. But not before she was able to tell him that she loved him back.

They’d made a mess over their brand-new bed; their new bedding.

Neither of them cared.

Five Months Later

“I’m proud of you, y’know that?”

Eden smiled while rolling her eyes at the phone situated on the nightstand. Raelyn smirked back at her on the screen. They’d been Face Timing each other since Jungkook left for work in the morning. He had a few errands to run and she was leaving the shop in Minki’s hands. Eden folded a few more items on the bed, organizing them, and then placed the clothes into the small suitcase.

“I’m serious. This is pretty gutsy of you and I’m glad you’re doin’ it.”

After she threw the small plastic bag of toiletries on top of the clothes, she moved to sit on the bed. She picked up the phone and flopped back onto the bed.

“I know,” she said with a sigh, “I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“Don’t be. I mean, do be, but don’t let that shake you up.” She watched Raelyn’s brows furrow. “They know you’re comin’, right? You’re not just showing up unannounced?”

Again, Eden rolled her eyes. “Yes, they know I’m coming.”

Raelyn held a hand up. “Look, I’m just makin’ sure, alright?” She paused and Eden lofted a brow. “I’m a little surprised they agreed to this.”

She scoffed, clambering off the bed. “Like they have a choice. From what I was able to find out, I’m the only child my mother ever had before she died. I’m sure they’re just as curious about me as I am about them.”

She still didn’t know why she was doing this. Part of her wanted to call the whole thing off. It wasn’t like things were going to change by doing this. Seeing her mother’s family, the people who treated her like the black sheep of their bloodline, only angered Eden. But she also knew that she couldn’t abandon them. Not until she really got to see them for who they truly were. After that, she would make her decision on whether to continue having them circulating around her life.

“Well, when you get there, you show them exactly who the hell you are and that you ain’t playin’ any games.”

Eden couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “I think you should be more worried about that little troublemaker growing inside of you, don’t you?”

“Girl, don’t get me started,” Raelyn said, the bitter tone evident in her voice, “between Anastasia’s mood swings and Taehyung being my damn shadow, I don’t have time to get into anything stupid.”

She closed the suitcase and secured the locks, picking it up and unlatching the extended handle. Eden made her way out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, the suitcase rolling behind her as she continued to hold the phone up in front of her.

“Good,” she said once she made it to the ground floor, “because I don’t need to be working my nerves while I’m on this trip. They’re frayed as it is.”

This time Raelyn scoffed. “You’ll be fine. Is Jungkook takin’ you to the train station?”

“No. He’s busy with work and I told him not to worry about it.”

“Three days, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Though depending on how the trip goes, I may come back early.”

“I heard Daegu is beautiful this time of year. Make sure you take a lot of pictures.”

“I will, I will,” Eden reassured. She opened the front door and closed it behind her, the electronic lock beeping to let her know it was secured. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Hanging up the call, she pulled up her messages. She shot Jungkook a quick text to let him know she was heading to the train station. Eden knew he was busy at the recording studio and didn’t want to interrupt him while he worked.

Jungkook: Be safe. Call me as soon as you’ve arrived. I love you.

Smiling, she sent him a heart emoji. She was never a big fan of texting and he knew that about her. He never nagged her about it. Eden was a woman who believed that actions spoke louder than words. She’d always been this way. She was thankful that Jungkook understood and accepted this – always willing to meet her halfway.

He sent her two heart emojis back.

Making her way toward the front gate, Eden pushed it open and pulled her suitcase behind her. She turned to close the gate, tugging at the bars to make sure the latch caught properly. Checking her watch, she saw she had plenty of time to get to the train station.

Maybe I should call him anyway, she thought, moving to head down the long walkway leading from the house.

Eden managed to take a few steps forward before someone stepped in front of her. The heels of her sneakers scuffed along the ground as she stopped, lifting her head to see who was blocking her path. He looked a little familiar, but she wasn’t quite sure from where. Blinking a few times, she watched the other man’s small smile growing little by little.

She didn’t have time for this. Maybe she was mistaken.

“Excuse me,” she said through clenched teeth, moving so she could side-step him. He shifted to resume blocking her path. Eden shot him a glare. “Move.”

“You’re still as feisty as ever, I see,” he said. She said nothing, narrowing her eyes. “I know it’s been awhile, but I’m a little hurt you don’t remember me.”

“Should I?”

The man lifted his hand in the air, miming holding a shot glass. He made a motion to show he was tipping the glass back into his mouth. Eden scrutinized him a moment longer and he merely continued to smile.

And then it hit her.

“You,” she growled, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Yoo Kihyun.”

He snapped his fingers. “Bingo.”

Eden reached into her pocket. “What do you want?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious?” When his eyes met hers, they were dark and cold. It caused Eden to hesitate for just a moment. “It’s you.”

That moment of hesitation was her undoing. She failed to notice the look of triumph painted over his face. She’d missed the sound of movement behind her. And before she could register that she was being ambushed, Eden felt a sharp prick to the back of her neck. 

It didn’t take long. If given the chance, she would have only been able to count to five.

Five seconds before the world went dark.

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 (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Major Character Death (autopsy results)

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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54

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

Word Count: 3,772

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: Do you guys have trust issues with me yet? No? Yes? I’m hoping the answer is yes because I don’t trust myself anymore. T_T

Chapter 54: Tear

“My heart is ripping, just set it on fire so the pain and the feelings won’t remain.”

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Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

“You’re lying.”

“Raelyn...”

“You are lying to me right now.”

“Listen to me--”

“STOP LYING!”

Her breathing was labored; harsh. Raelyn could feel the veins protruding from her neck as her spine went ramrod. A hand went to her swollen stomach, feeling the small life kicking in protest to its mother’s sudden spike in emotion. Hoseok stared pointedly at her, not breaking the harsh glare that she was undoubtedly throwing at him. She ignored the other people in the hospital that looked at the spectacle she was making, but she didn’t care. Raelyn couldn’t even begin processing what the hell she’d just been told.

Hoseok was telling her lies. Or someone was trying to prank her. Taehyung was capable of such a moronic thing and she planned to give him a solid ass beating the minute she saw him. If he put the others up to this, then they would all have hell to pay. Because this joke wasn’t even remotely close to being funny.

“I swear to God, Hoseok, if Taehyung is tryin’ to pull a fast one--”

The look on his face gave her pause. She couldn’t quite read it, but she could at least tell that he wasn’t playing around. No. The Jung Hoseok she knew wasn’t the sort to joke around about something so serious.

Yet Raelyn still couldn’t believe him.

Not until she saw Yoongi enter through the sliding glass doors with her best friend in his arms.

Raelyn’s legs turned to jelly and she fell forward. Thankfully Hoseok was there to catch her, holding her in his arms as she squeezed his forearms in a death-grip. There was no way that any of this was real. 

She thought back to when she told Eden to call her as soon as she’d gotten to Daegu. When she hadn’t heard from her initially, Jungkook reassured her that she must have been caught up with all the meeting and greeting and getting to know one another. It was unsurprising that she wouldn't call on the first day. Raelyn immediately thought the worst when two days passed and she hadn’t received a response to any of her text messages.

Both Raelyn and Anastasia prayed for the return of their friend when it was discovered that she was kidnapped by the Jade Fang members. The boys refused to let them go anywhere without supervision and, at first, they were hell-bent on protesting against it. But when Hoseok furiously explained how dire the situation was, they had no other choice but to relent. They didn’t want to put themselves at risk and cause others undue stress while hunting down Eden’s whereabouts. 

Raelyn pulled herself away from Hoseok, but he remained at her side quietly as she approached Yoongi. She’d never seen her friend so battered and broken. What was worse, her color was almost ashen and there were obvious signs of abuse littered over her frame. The peaceful look on Eden’s face, however, almost fooled Raelyn into believing she’d left the world in no pain. And she knew her friend was gone. 

No one had to tell her that.

“Eden,” she murmured, her hands reaching out to touch her. 

She nearly flinched back from how cold she was, tears immediately falling as she recalled her friend’s happiness and teasing face when she reached out to rub her belly. Eden told her that she needed to take some time off from work, but Raelyn was stubborn and insisted that she’d be administering care for her patients until the baby decided it was time for them to pop into the world.

Raelyn never wished to be anywhere but at work more than she did now.

The doors slid open again and Raelyn felt her hand move to cover her mouth as Namjoon and Seokjin walked in, carrying Jimin and Jungkook in their arms. Blood covered their bodies, their wounds easy to discern even with her naked eye. They stood on either side of Yoongi and she felt Hoseok’s arms resting on her shoulders, steadying her in case she felt she couldn’t stand up again.

“Miss D’Angelo, wait!” 

A voice shouted from outside and, as if on instinct, the boys stood away from the door as a very pregnant Anastasia hobbled into the hospital lobby. Her eyes locked with Raelyn’s and she seemed to be catching her breath. Someone must have told her to come to the hospital and there was a selfish side of Raelyn that wished they hadn’t. She didn’t need to see them. Not like this.

“Raelyn Unnie,” she cried, crossing over to her and clasping her hands, “I came as soon as I heard. It’s not true, is it? Tell me it’s not true!”

Raelyn bit her lower lip, averting her gaze away from her friend. She glanced over her shoulder as it seemed that Anastasia hadn’t noticed them yet. When she didn’t answer her, Ana realized something was amiss and turned her head slowly to look in the direction that Raelyn was facing. 

“Eden,” she heard her whisper.

Anastasia seemed to assess the situation for what it was. She let Raelyn’s hands go, took three full steps toward Yoongi, before her body started to tilt at a dangerous angle. Raelyn moved but Hoseok was faster, catching Anastasia by her arms to prevent her from falling to the floor. There was a sudden sound of liquid hitting the ground and Raelyn blinked as she realized Anastasia’s water broke.

The shocking truth primed her friend for labor.

“I need a gurney over here!”

A few of Raelyn’s co-workers were watching the situation as it unfolded, an orderly rushing down the hall to retrieve the requested gurney. Hoseok took Jungkook from Seokjin’s arms as both he and Raelyn helped Anastasia onto the gurney. They wasted no time wheeling her off to the delivery area after she explained what was happening. 

“Raelyn-ssi,” called Jongmin, her male nurse colleague, “is everything alright?”

She shook her head, wiping the tears from her face as she pointed to the others. “They need to be taken to the morgue.”

He looked at them curiously before turning back to her. “Are you--”

“Just do it, Jongmin-ssi, please,” she managed to choke out while grasping at his wrist, “I’ll take full responsibility, alright? Just...just get them down there.”

Namjoon sat on a bench outside in the back gardens of the hospital. A cigarette was perched between his lips, but he hadn’t lit the end yet. His thumb slid the top open to the Zippo, closing it with a loud clink before opening it again. People walked by him but he barely paid attention to any of them. His mind was so far from his body that he may as well have been able to see what he looked like from a vantage point across the way.

He felt empty inside.

His eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. The weight of Jimin’s body still felt heavy in his arms, like he was still carrying him. The blood that covered his arms and hands were washed clean in one of the hospital’s public washrooms. A doctor told them all they needed to get cleaned up while a medical examiner came and did a proper survey over the bodies. 

The urge to cry again sat on the corner of his heart, weighing like an anvil. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d kept himself together long enough to drive back to Seoul before losing it. Yoongi was as numb as he’d ever seen him and Seokjin was too far gone to drive back. It was Yoongi who took the keys from him. 

As empty as his soul felt, his mind raced a mile a minute. Namjoon turned over the chessboard in his brain, piecing everything together. His opponent? The Jade Fangs. 

Somewhere along the way, they’d messed up. As men and as gangsters. Despite every contingency they’d come up with, the Jade Fangs were that much more prepared. For every attack and counterattack, the Jade Fangs were able to parry and counterblow them back. Namjoon wasn’t foolish enough to assume that the Jade Fangs would remain quiet, but he wanted to believe that Hoseok’s discussion with Im Changkyun had, in fact, born fruit.

If only they knew what they would be reaping from the seeds they’d sown.

He felt the cigarette suddenly being pulled from his mouth, forcing him to look up. Yoongi was slipping it between his own lips, pilfering the lighter in Namjoon’s hand to light the end of it. He watched as his older brother took a long drag, flopping into the seat beside him. A cloud of smoke billowed from both his nostrils and mouth upon his exhale.

“The others?”

“Hoseok-ah is waiting on the medical examiner,” he said, cigarette clenched between his teeth, “Jin Hyung is with Ana-ssi.”

“Has she given birth?”

“She’s still in labor.”

“Ah.”

Silence quickly filled the gaps between them. Normally they were close, but it felt like Namjoon was on a different plane of existence from the rest of his brothers. Yoongi must have felt the same. 

“No word from Taehyung-ah?”

Namjoon shook his head. “His phone keeps going to voicemail.” He took a breath. “...do you think he’s--”

“We have to assume he is.”

“Assume he’s what?”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi looked up to see Raelyn standing off to the side of them. She lowered the phone in her hand at her side, gripping it tightly as she glared at them. Namjoon sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. This was just going from bad to worse.

“Assume he’s what, Yoongi-ssi?” she repeated, the anger clear on her face.

“Dead, Raelyn,” said Yoongi as he stood up, “we have to assume Taehyung-ah is dead.”

Raelyn used her free hand to aim a slap at Yoongi’s face. Namjoon got to his feet on reflex, but Yoongi caught her by the wrist just inches from his face. Her arm shook with how hard she was trying to break through Yoongi’s defenses, but he held strong and his expression didn’t show any sign of shifting from the blank mask he currently wore.

“There’s a chance that he’s still alive, but we have to assume the worst.”

“Damn you, Min Yoongi,” she half-growled.

Namjoon watched his brother’s eyes narrow and he stood beside them both, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

“I won’t say you don’t have a right to be angry,” he said softly while pulling her hand down, “but don’t forget that I lost three brothers today.”

Raelyn’s face fell a measure and Yoongi released her hand. 

Namjoon’s brows furrowed. “Hyung…”

“And the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Yoongi took a long drag from the cigarette, tapped the ash onto the ground, before snuffing it out completely in the sand tray next to the bench. Namjoon watched as his brother turned and headed back into the hospital’s back entrance. Raelyn’s sob broke through his thoughts and he turned to look back at the woman who carried his younger brother’s child in her womb. She buried her face in her hands, crying openly and he reached out to pull her into as comforting of an embrace as he could give her.

Because he was hurting too.

Anastasia screamed as the doctor urged her to push. Sweat drenched her hospital gown and she gripped onto Seokjin’s hand as if he were the only thing keeping her from life and death. The pain that wracked her body was indescribable and she continued to swear at the man at her side, declaring that this was all his fault. That he had to take responsibility for what he’d done.

The world blurred and cleared every so often, giving clarity to Anastasia’s mind. When she had a moment to breathe before being told to push again, the image of her friend’s dead body came crashing through her thoughts. She cried and screamed not from her labor pains, but from losing Eden in such a horrible way. She lost the ability to speak coherently two hours into labor, her strength seemingly bleeding away from her with every push she gave to bring her child into the world.

Seokjin pushed some of her sweat-soaked bangs from her forehead and she continued to cry, her eyes shifting to look at him. She was thankful that he was there with her. Anastasia knew that it was typically not allowed for fathers to be present during the birth, but Seokjin strictly stated that he would be present no matter what and he dared a doctor to tell him otherwise.

He seemed to understand what was truly bothering her and Anastasia closed her eyes, letting the tears leak out over her cheeks. She felt his lips press against her forehead and, again, she pushed, squeezing his hand harder than she’d ever squeezed it. 

Then she heard it. The wailing cry of life from a newborn baby. Everyone in the delivery room released collective sighs of relief and happiness. Her spine practically dissolved into the bed, her muscles loosening as the nurses cleaned the crying babe. 

“Congratulations,” said the doctor as a nurse handed a swaddled and red-faced infant to Anastasia, “it’s a boy.”

Anastasia held the child in her arms, still crying and giving little coughs of protest to the cold world it was now forced to live in. She brushed his dark hair away as it made faces and sneezed. A sob exploded from Seokjin as he fell to his knees, his hands pressing into her arm and the blanket draped over her waist.

“...thank you, Ana,” he whispered through his tears, “thank you for giving us some hope now.”

Hoseok was the very definition of the living dead. 

His body moved of its own accord, but his mind was completely vacant. His legs carried him up and down the hall, his fingers curling in and out of fists to pop the joints in his knuckles. Somewhere along the way, his heart settled to a quiet murmur. It was like he’d already died.

This all had to be a nightmare.

Hoseok’s mouth was dry and even though a receptionist gave him water, it went down like sand in his throat. He did everything he could to occupy his mind, tethering him to the hospital. He spent a solid hour calling Taehyung’s phone, not caring that it continuously went straight to voicemail. It was something; the only thing that was preventing him from seeking Changkyun out and ripping his spine clean from his body.

Another hour passed before the medical examiner arrived. They said nothing to each other as he took the elevator to the morgue. Hoseok remained in the lobby alone. 

He didn’t know how much time passed, but when he next looked out a window, darkness had already blanketed the outside world.

Seokjin was the first one to cross his path, looking just as haggard as he undoubtedly felt. 

“How is she?”

“It got scary a few times,” he said while massaging his hands, “but she’s fine.”

Hoseok tried to smile but he failed, giving up on the gesture altogether. “And the baby?”

Seokjin looked at Hoseok for the first time and saw tears welling in his eyes. “...a son.” He smiled but Hoseok could see the pain behind it. “We have a son.”

“C-Congratulations, Hyung,” he stammered, reaching out to grasp his older brother’s hands, “I’m so glad.”

“Where are the others?” Seokjin asked as he looked around. “Are they still here?”

Hoseok sighed, releasing Seokjin’s hands to rub his own through his dark hair. “I’m not sure.”

“Are the guardians of Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Eden present?”

Both men turned to peer at the doctor who was holding a chart, looking around the lobby. Hoseok’s heart plummeted to his knees. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard it right, but if he had…

...Eden and Jungkook-ah?

“We’re here,” said Seokjin, getting the doctor’s attention. 

“Ah, I see,” he said, approaching them, “we’re still waiting on the final autopsy results. It may take a few more hours. Will you be here awhile?”

“Yes.” Hoseok frowned. “We’ll be here as long as it takes.”

They all gathered in a private room. Yoongi could only stare as the doctor waited for all of them to get situated. When he asked where Raelyn was, Seokjin said that she decided to go check on Anastasia to make sure she was okay after the birth. It was better for them all that they weren’t there. Seeing their friend return in the state she was in was terrible enough. They didn’t need to sit through this discussion.

Hell, he didn’t want to be here for it.

They waited for the doctor to gather his paperwork before watching him take a seat across from them. He looked at each of them, sighed, and then presented a piece of paper to them.

It was Jungkook’s death certificate.

“For your youngest brother, Jeon Jungkook. The time of death is 11:06 AM. The cause of death would be blood loss due to laceration of the abdominal aorta. There were some superficial scratches, we assume from some kind of flora in the area. But, upon examination, we noted a puncture wound conclusive of a knife blade that perforated the abdominal wall, portion of the liver, and just missed completely severing the whole of the abdominal aorta.”

Yoongi’s whole body shifted in the chair. He felt Seokjin’s hand grab for his own from under the table, keeping him rooted in his spot. The doctor paused, looking at them all for another moment, before placing the next sheet of paper on the table.

It was Jimin’s death certificate.

“For your younger brother, Park Jimin. Time of death is 11:28 AM. The cause of death was determined to be massive blood loss due to the severing of both the left femoral artery and the abdominal aorta. Mr. Park was found to have several contusions about his temple, bruising consistent with something like a group attack? There were actual footprint sized bruises noted by the examiner, as well as a few broken ribs. These, by themselves, wouldn’t be cause for concern. There was also noted to be crossbow bolt injuries to the shoulder.”

“A crossbow bolt?” Hoseok asked, his voice tight with emotion. Yoongi didn’t even have to look at him to note the anger tinged in the inquiry.

The doctor nodded. “Again, paired with the bruising, it wouldn’t have been as dire had not both the major sources of blood supply been severed.”

They watched him place the last piece of paper on the table next to Jimin’s.

It was Eden’s death certificate.

“For your youngest sister, Jeon Eden...”

The doctor paused, the weight of the silence palpable. It was clear that he wasn’t too keen on speaking about this, but Yoongi knew he was prepared to come across the table if he didn’t start talking soon. Removing his glasses, the doctor took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“As you well know, we had to turn over this information to the police in order to finish our autopsy. The findings were quite severe for Mrs. Jeon. We ordered a STAT toxicology report that we should be receiving back within the next day or so.” 

Load of fuckin’ good that does, Yoongi thought bitterly, the police are just going through the motions. They won’t give a damn what those results turn up.

“To start off with, I’m sure you’re aware that Mrs. Jeon’s injuries, her very state, is conducive to someone who was tortured?” 

No one uttered a word. They all just stared transfixed at the doctor, waiting for him to continue.

So he did.

“Mrs. Jeon was in a state of critical dehydration and paired with the blood loss? The cause of death is Hypovolemic Shock. Time of death is 11:32 AM. Her body was covered in medium depth knife cuts about her legs, arms and torso. There were a multitude of welts and gashes consistent with a whip or flog type tool based on the pattern upon her back.”

Yoongi felt Seokjin’s grip tighten around his hand. The anger that bubbled around his chest threatened to choke him. The chair shook underneath him with how hard he was vibrating.

“It was difficult to get fluid samples, but we did our best. There were also one or two small marks that are consistent with needle punctures. There was no food in her stomach and based on the appearance of her organs, we estimate a loss of about twenty percent of her total body fluid. The way she arrived and the blood loss from just...so many places at once - and the inability to replace those fluids are what we determine to be the cause of her passing.”

The legs of the chair scraped harshly across the floor, causing everyone in the room to jump. Yoongi was up on his feet, yanking his hand from Seokjin’s grasp. When he tried to go for it again, presumably to make him sit down, Yoongi smacked his hand away and glared hotly at his older brother.

No one said anything. Not until he turned to leave the room. He heard them calling after him, but it all fell on deaf ears. Yoongi found himself in the quiet hallway, his legs moving faster until he ran full-speed out through the lobby and into the parking lot. When his feet hit the pavement, he doubled over and dry heaved toward the ground, feeling his intestines twisting inside of him with the storm of emotions barreling through him.

Tears fell to the ground at his feet and Yoongi felt the world lean in a raw tilt. He collapsed to his knees, punching the concrete repeatedly. He didn’t care that he was breaking skin and blood was splattering along the ground. He longed to feel something other than the wave of despair that threatened to swallow him completely.

When he could no longer feel the blows to the ground, he stopped long enough to reach into the inside pocket of his jacket. Fishing around inside, he shakily pulled out the two bloodied rings in his hand. Through his tears, he read the words inscribed on each of them.

On Eden’s ring was engraved the word “Together”. On Jungkook’s, the word “Forever”.

Curling his hand into a fist, he began pounding at his chest - mouth wide with the onset of something threatening to tumble from his throat. 

The loud clap of thunder overhead drowned out the sound of his screams.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55

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Word Count: 3,239

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AN: I need to quit fooling you people. Because the trust issues are going to get worse. Maybe this is a silver lining? Maybe? Yes? ...I’ll go away now.

Chapter 55: Sea

“Praying that we’ll remain in this desert till the end. Praying that this isn’t truly our reality.”

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Two Days Later Jeju Island – Seogwipo South Korea

When Taehyung first came to, he felt warmth blanketing his entire body. Every so often, a gentle brush of cool air passed over him. His limbs ached and it felt like a stone was being pressed against his chest. Breathing was a seemingly impossible task. When he could breathe, the sensation of phantom glass fragments scraped along the insides of his lungs. Coughing was a regular occurrence. Through said coughing fit was how he was able to pull himself back to consciousness.

For a moment, he believed he had, in fact, died. There was a part of him that even accepted it. But he wouldn’t have accepted it with a smile, of that he was most certain.

There were people waiting for him; people he would potentially be leaving behind.

The faces of his brothers and of the woman he loved yanked him from the abyss.

An old man sat next to him, moving a fan slowly over his body. Sweat seemed to cover him from head to toe and there was a large basin of ice beside him. Again, Taehyung coughed and tried to sit up. But the old man placed a hand on his shoulder, gently urging him to lie back down on the futon. What energy he managed to muster quickly slithered out of him, the weight of exhaustion overwhelming him all over again.

Had he actually died?

“Don’t make such a fuss,” said the old man.

The stranger’s skin was bronze from being out in the sun, his worn and wrinkled hands and face gave testimony to the life he lived. His hair was a salt and pepper gray, frazzled from being whipped around in the ocean breeze just outside. Despite his seemingly austere appearance and gruff tone, his dark eyes were gentle as he continued to move the fan back and forth over Taehyung’s prone form.

Taehyung squinted slowly, the light peeling in from the window almost blinding him. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but found it more difficult than he’d anticipated. Sensing his distress, the old man shifted so his small frame could block as much of the light as he could.

“Where am I?”

The question croaked from Taehyung’s throat, surprising him. Attempting to swallow, he mentally reeled at how terrible he sounded.

He heard the man scoff, a sympathetic smirk pulling at his thin lips. “My home,” he replied simply, resting the fan on his knee, “you’ve got the devil’s luck, young man.”

Taehyung tried to smile but realized it probably looked like a grimace. “You don’t know the half of it, Oroshin.”

He watched the man’s smile widen a measure. “You’re young, but I see you still have some manners.”

Again, he attempted to sit up and failed. The old man seemed to take pity on him, reaching out with his thin arms to help him. When he was up, Taehyung winced at the tight feeling around his chest. He rubbed at it gingerly as the elder pressed a cold compress to his temple. Willing himself not to shrink back at the sudden cold, his eyes wandered around the abode to serve as a distraction.

He could tell that it was the home of a local fisherman. Quaint, humble and quiet; save for the crashing of waves along what he could only assume was the beach nearby. The salt was prevalent in the air, seeping in through what cracks existed in the house. Even though he could feel the cold wind, the floor was warm beneath him.

“Did you save me?”

Dipping the cloth into the ice water, he wrung it out and pressed it back to Taehyung’s head. “The gods saved you, my boy. You were already washed up on the shore when I stumbled across you.” He watched his eyes shifting to his shoulder and Taehyung reached up to touch the dressings over his injury. “I managed to purge the toxins out of you.”

His eyes narrowed. So it was poison, he thought angrily, shifting his gaze to the space between his knees, Lee Jooheon, you son of a bitch…

Taehyung lifted his eyes to meet the old man’s. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple of days now. The worst of it passed yesterday.”

Even though he still ached all over, Taehyung quickly shifted to sit on his knees, bowing his head low to the old man. “I’m in your debt, Oroshin.”

“Nonsense. It’s human nature to help those in need.”

Taehyung raised his head. “It’s a cruel world we live in now. Your kindness is rare in it.”

“Your view of the world is too narrow, my boy.” The old man lifted the fan and smacked Taehyung’s wrist with it. “Now enough of this. Sit comfortably.”

He did as he was told, sitting with his legs crossed in a more comfortable position. “Oroshin, I hate to burden you further, but would you mind taking me into town? I need to get back to Seoul as soon as possible.”

For an uncomfortably long moment, the old man peered at Taehyung – as if gauging what his motive was. But there was only one thing on his mind. He needed to get back to his brothers and warn them of the danger that was coming. There would still be time for them to find Eden and return her to the place she belonged.

…at Jungkook’s side.

Jooheon’s words slammed through his body like a wrecking ball, causing him to visibly shudder. Taehyung couldn’t believe it now that he was lucid. How had Jungkook managed to hide such a huge secret from them all? Then again, they’d all been so busy anticipating the moves of the Jade Fangs that a lot of things could have gone amiss. Something as small as eloping could easily be overlooked.

That didn’t mean he was any less salty about it.

When I get back, he and I are gonna have a little chat…

“Well,” cut the old man’s words through his thoughts, “it’s a good thing this washed up with you then.” He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out Taehyung’s wallet.

He bowed as he took it from him, opening to see the paper money was worthless. So were his cards. But his ID was still intact. That was the only thing that mattered. If he could prove who he was, getting money would be easy. He peered at the old man expectantly who raised his brows at him.

“I’m assuming my phone didn’t make it?” The elder shook his head and Taehyung sighed. Of course it wouldn’t have made it. That would have been the luckiest break he could get outside of being alive. “I’ll just have to buy another one.”

“Eat something and then I’ll take you to town. You can’t function on an empty stomach.”

Taehyung flashed him his best boxy smile despite the agony he continued to feel. “Thank you, Oroshin.”

After filling his stomach with three full helpings of rice, soup, and freshly caught fish, he thanked the old man profusely for his kindness. When he asked his name, the elder simply smiled and told him to come back when all his business was taken care of. Taehyung promised he would return to repay him for saving his life.

There wasn’t much time to waste. He needed to procure funds to buy a plane ticket back to Seoul. He would worry about a phone once he landed safely. Besides, Taehyung didn’t think he could handle the slew of missed calls and voicemails demanding to know of his whereabouts. He went on blind faith that everything was okay; that his brothers were able to find something out on their end since it was obvious that his own trail was a perfectly placed trap.

The flight back to Seoul was only an hour, but he felt like time crawled at an agonizingly slow pace. The time he had alone on the plane was enough to cause Taehyung to fester in his own guilt. He was angry at himself for falling for such a setup, and he was even angrier that he hadn’t seen it for what it was.

Maybe Hyungwon was right, he thought bitterly, narrowing his eyes as he stared out the window, we’ve gotten fucking soft.

But he stood by what he said. This wouldn’t have been a problem had they taken the Jade Fangs out five years ago. Sacrifices be damned. At least they could avoid the headache inducing bullshit they were suffering right now.

He replayed the scene on Dragon’s Head Cliff repeatedly. No matter how many times he thought about it, Taehyung’s conclusion was the same every single time.

…if I hadn’t dodged, whatever came at me would have hit me straight on. He frowned. They were really trying to kill me.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. Curling his hands into fists on the arm rests, he closed his eyes – attempting to stave off an oncoming migraine.

They would be dealt with.

They would all be dealt with.

Taehyung wouldn’t rest until he made sure of it.

Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

As soon as he landed in Seoul, he purchased a phone at one of the stores in the airport, activating it on the spot. There were several voicemails and he rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to listen to them. Now that Taehyung could confidently say he’d met the Reaper at the Gates of the Underworld and walked away, the only person he wanted to see was the woman carrying his child. He had to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming; still sleeping from the effects of the poison.

Taehyung needed just a little more reassurance that he wasn’t dead. That he wasn’t already in Hell.

Hailing a cab, he gave instructions for the driver to take him to Raelyn’s hospital. The woman was so stubborn, insistent on continuing to work as her belly continued to swell with the life in her. Taehyung told her constantly that she didn’t need to work anymore, especially while she was with child. But she was hellbent on having her way and who was he to deny her the freedom to do as she pleased?

He’d have been a fool to try.

Taehyung quickly paid the cab driver, thanking him for getting him to his destination so quickly. He raced through the parking lot, up the steps and just barely clipped his shoulders in his impatience in waiting for the sliding doors to open wide enough to give him entrance. One of Raelyn’s co-workers that he recognized spotted him, her expression forming into shock before melting to discomfort almost immediately. He skidded to a halt in front of her, blocking her path as she seemed to mentally prepare herself to flee.

“Eunsoo-ssi,” he huffed, attempting to catch his breath, “where’s Raelyn?”

She averted her eyes, shrinking back from him as he took a step toward her. Canting his head slightly, he couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. She’d never treated him like this before. In fact, he remembered her playfully doting on him like she would a younger brother. This sudden standoffishness seemed a little unwarranted.

“She…” Eunsoo paused, taking a breath, before lifting her face to meet his gaze. Her brows were furrowed harshly and he could swear that her eyes looked glassier than they had just a few seconds ago. “She’s at the funeral hall.”

Taehyung frowned. “Why?”

“I’m sorry, I have to finish my rounds.”

Eunsoo quickly bowed, side-stepping him to disappear around the corner to the next hall. His gaze followed her as he was left in the main lobby alone.

What the hell is going on? he thought as he made his way toward the elevators. Pressing the button to give him entrance, he pressed the button that led to the mortuary floor where funeral services were typically held. Did something happen to one of their co-workers?

It didn’t take him long to make it to the funeral hall. Various other families were dressed in their traditional mourning attire and rows of wreaths with white carnations lined the walls. White ribbons hung from them, traditional hangul printed on them with the names of the deceased. He barely took notice of them, his eyes frantically searching for any sign of Raelyn.

The weight of sorrow that filled the hall was palpable, making the uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest almost unbearable. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but Taehyung swore that a dark cloud of dread was hanging over him. He quickly shook his head, attempting to chase the nagging voices from his mind.

This was crazy. He needed to get his head together.

Just as he took another step, he stopped as someone dashed out of one of the rooms. He blinked when he realized the woman dressed in a traditional white mourning garb was Jimin’s older sister. She covered her mouth, smothering a sob, and Taehyung could only blink when she paused just seconds before colliding into him. It seemed to take her a moment to recognize who he was, as it did him for her. Her face was puffy and swollen from all the crying she’d done.

“N-Noona,” Taehyung stammered out, an icy sensation slithering down his spine, “what are you doing here?”

Her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably, her hands reaching out to grasp at the sleeves of his jacket. “Oh, Taehyung-ah,” she choked out, curling her fingers into his arms, “Jimin-ie…he…he…”

Slowly, he craned his neck to peer at the three wreaths lining the walls just outside the room she’d vacated from. He read the names on each of the ribbons draped over the wreaths. Taehyung’s heart froze for half a second before slamming viciously against his chest.

“No way,” he murmured, looking back at Jimin’s sister, “…Noona.”

Instead of answering him, he watched her collapse to her knees – a wailing sound bursting from her. Taehyung heard his very soul shattering as he pivoted on his heels, his legs carrying him into the mourning chamber.

It was crowded, bodies shuffling around as people cried or whispered among themselves. Taehyung didn’t bother removing his shoes as he stepped up onto the small landing. He saw Raelyn out of the corner of his eye. She was the first one to spot him, making her way toward him. But instead of relishing in the comfort of her embrace, the very thing he had so desperately been seeking out since he’d woken up, Taehyung stepped just out of her reach. His eyes focused on the three portraits situated on the table where various foods and flowers were placed.

“Taehyung-ah.” Seokjin called to him, but his voice sounded muffled from the incessant buzzing in his ears. He heard him say his name again and he still couldn’t hear it well.

All he could focus on were the smiling faces of Jungkook, Eden, and Jimin looking back at him from the black frames encasing their visages.

As he took another step, he saw someone move to step in his path – blocking his view of the pictures. When he lifted his eyes, he was now staring into Hoseok’s stern face.

“Where have you been?”

Taehyung continued to stare at Hoseok, blinking slowly as his mind attempted to catch up. He opened his mouth to speak and found he couldn’t find the words.

“We thought you were dead.”

The phrase shook Taehyung; rattling his bones. He visibly flinched, took a breath, then glared up at his older brother.

“Hyung,” he finally managed to say, his voice dropping a full octave, “what is this?” Raising a hand, he pointed to the side of him and gave a wide flourish to the entire scene surrounding them. “What the fuck is this?”

A hand fell on his arm and he felt Raelyn’s swollen belly pressed against his side. She buried her face into the curve of his shoulder, suppressing a sob as she pulled him close. His body felt stiff, like he’d turned into a marble statue. This was all some joke. It had to be. There was no way that any of this was real.

“How?”

“The Jade Fangs were responsible,” cut in Seokjin.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “There’s no way that—”

Yoongi sighed gently. “You told us her location, Taehyung-ah.”

It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over his body.

“W-What?” That was impossible. He hadn’t been able to obtain that information. “I didn’t—”

“We realize that now,” added Namjoon. When Taehyung glanced at him, he nearly hiccupped at the dark expression painted over his brother’s face. “They texted us from your phone. It was all a setup from the start.”

Again, silence filled the small space around them save for the members of Jimin’s family who came, as well as friends.

“They’re gone, Taehyung-ah.”

Twisting his face to look back at Hoseok, he noticed his other brothers crowding around him in a semicircle. It wasn’t until his vision went out of focus that Taehyung realized he was now crying.

“What?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “What do—”

Hoseok’s face softened, his brows furrowing before he closed his eyes. “They’re gone.”

The sun slowly set over Seoul’s cityscape. Lights blinked with life in succession, illuminating the darkness. Taehyung listlessly stared out over the vast expanse while standing on the hospital’s rooftop, lips puckered out while indulging on a sucker. He didn’t remember running from the mourning chamber. He didn’t remember banging his knee on the steps as he tripped over his own feet upon his ascent.

No one chased after him. They knew better. They knew he would likely implode if they did.

Taehyung didn’t stay for the cremation process. He would have thrown himself into the flames right along with them. Selfish? Of course he was. He was man enough to admit that all he could see was red.

Pulling out his phone, he crushed the candy between his teeth. Scrolling through the numerous voicemails left by Hoseok, he stopped until he saw Jimin’s name. His thumb hovered over his name, trembling, before he pressed down on the screen.

It automatically played the message on speaker mode.

“Ya, Kim Taehyung,” came Jimin’s voice from the receiver.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, hearing the pained chuckle that followed.

“…you son of a bitch. How could you just take off for the gates of the Underworld alone? Huh?”

His grip tightened on the phone, feeling his arm shaking from the force of his hold. There was an uncomfortable stretch of silence before he heard Jimin speak again.

“Don’t even think about stirring up a bunch of shit without me. Jungkook and I will be there soon.”

Without any warning, Taehyung fell to his knees. The phone fell with a clatter beside him as his hands gripped onto the roof’s railing. His whole body shook, his silent sobs rattling through him. The tears that streamed from his face were hot and thick. He swore he could feel his own blood leaking from his eyes.

Jungkook. 

Jimin.

Eden.

They were gone. 

Mercilessly ripped away from the life they more than deserved to live.

Someone had to answer for this. 

Someone was going to answer for this.

“I’ll make them pay,” he growled, glaring at the landscape as he ground his teeth together, “I swear to your God, Jimin-ah…”

I’ll fucking kill them all.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58

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

Word Count: 3,498

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: I have nothing. Nothing except for...I’m sorry... T_T

Chapter 58: Killer

“I’m not Buddha but I’m a butcher. I’ll cut away your skin like a...”

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Namjoon slowly slid the black cotton mask from his mouth and nose, waiting in the shadows of an alcove outside of the building. The small group of men he had with him, former Golden Jackals, huddled in the darkness. They were able to overtake the side entrance hours ago, before the crack of dawn. He made sure that no one of merit within the Jade Fangs would approach the designated area. Even if they did, Namjoon would have made it a point to subdue them completely. He would leave their bodies for the crows out in the muddy fields if he had his way.

But no, this was the moment where they would turn the tides. This was the beginning of the end.

We finish this today…

Lifting a cigarette to his lips, the orange glow of the flame licked at the end of the stick as a light crackling sound emitted itself from the contact. A few hushed conversations were going on beside him, to which he vaguely tuned in. They were out to prove themselves to the fallen brothers and sisters still imprisoned in the world they were forced to live in when adventuring into the light. But it was a life they deserved; a life they fought so hard for. Whether they lived or died after today, it would all be relevant to their future.

Pulling out his watch, Namjoon immediately flipped open the latch that covered the face. He was old-fashioned, so to speak, and a bit of a sentimentalist. Jimin teased him once about still carrying a pocket watch in this day and age, but how could he let it go?

It was a graduation gift Jungkook bought for him just before he moved to attend University in Seoul.

Time seemingly crawled; all of them were prepared to launch their first assault against the Jade Fangs. Namjoon already planned to be the first to cause the strike. He would need to ensure that the blast counted for something, otherwise it was all just going to get mucked up in the end. He would not have any screw-ups. Not while he was in charge of the first wave. Their offense was cut in half with Jungkook and Jimin pulled from the equation.

Pulling his ball cap down further on his head, he slipped the watch back into his pocket. Namjoon took one final drag of his cigarette, the smoke cloud billowing in his face and partially clouding his vision. However, in the shadows it seemed as if he were a dragon on the verge of breathing out a tremendous vortex of flame. One of the men approached him, nodding quickly. Namjoon grinned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The gas line had successfully been cut.

“It’s time,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.

In sync, all of them slipped their masks over their faces. The cigarette fell to his feet and sparked with the faint light of its embers before finally dying out altogether. They could hear the approaching footsteps growing in time and Namjoon pulled out his hunting knives. As soon as they were in the right position, he disappeared and then reappeared at the front of the room which was in full view of the four different ways that many of the others could enter what was now to be viewed as their battlefield.

Now he had to wait for the show to truly begin.

Yoongi and his team were situated near the back of the factory, hiding in the thick brushes and reeds that were in desperate need of attention and care. Changkyun felt it wasn’t time to tidy up the landscape and that allowed for the perfect amount of camouflage. Namjoon already texted him earlier, telling him that he was in position with his team. Taehyung and his group were hidden within the factory, away from prying eyes. Once all the pieces were lined up, it would be his job to tip the first domino.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

Yoongi felt a dark smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. To think they’d spent the better part of three days planning this out. It almost seemed far fetched and he would never have gone along with something like this. Not until Namjoon convinced him just how solid this counterattack would be. Because they were using Changkyun’s ego against him. He may have broken them by taking their brothers from them and left them feeling demoralized from how thoroughly they’d been ruined. But what Changkyun failed to see was the very thing Hoseok kept hidden away from the Jade Fangs all these years. The thing that he made sure they all kept hidden from them.

Their very own malicious nature.

He felt a buzzing in his pocket and he pulled out his phone, eyeballing the screen. It was time for him to make his move. Slipping out from his hiding spot, he made a point to make as much noise as possible. He wanted to be found. He wanted his path impeded.

His men would remain hidden.

The shuffling of feet reached Yoongi and he was soon surrounded in a semi-circle by Jade Fang lackeys. Pushing his way through the small throng was Kihyun, a curious expression painted over his features. Yoongi pulled out a cigarette and lit the end, slipping the lighter into his pocket. He watched Kihyun place himself in front of him, his back to the window of the factory.

“You should really quit while you’re ahead, Yoongi-ah,” said Kihyun, a baseball bat draped over his shoulder, “those things’ll kill you.”

“My smoking habits should be the least of your concerns,” he replied, cigarette poking out from between his lips.

Kihyun laughed, shaking his dark chestnut bangs out of his eyes. “I thought the meeting agreement was for Hoseok to come. Why are you here?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Did you really think, after everything you guys have done, that we’d trust Hoseok to come here alone with just one of us?”

“And let me guess…” He watched Kihyun as he took a step forward. “…you’re watching the back in case we try to do something underhanded?”

“Nope.”

He tried not to relish in the frown that Kihyun gave him. The heavy thudding of his heartbeat only elevated the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Every square inch of him felt as cold as ice. But he could feel the fire pouring from his eyes.

Yoongi looked at Kihyun, his eyes shifting ever so slightly to the left. He saw the window slowly opening – silent. He would thank Taehyung later for oiling all the windows and doors on every side of the warehouse except for the front.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke at Kihyun. Flashing his gummy smile, his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head back slightly.

“I’m in the back so I can blow it up.”

And with a quick flick of his wrist, Yoongi threw the cigarette through the open window.

The explosion that soon followed knocked them all back.

Taehyung’s back hurt.

He’d been perched in the rafters for hours – having arrived at the factory long before anyone else appeared. There was an almost methodical madness to how carefully he oiled all the door hinges and window panes that didn’t come from the front of the warehouse. He was wired from both adrenaline and caffeine, knowing full well that today would be the day that everything would end. He knew his brothers were on edge, both from the planning and from the unpredictable nature that he exuded constantly.

But he had to be. Taehyung knew that if they knew what truly ticked around in his mind, they would do everything in their power to keep him from coming along. They would have left him behind.

And he’d be damned if that happened.

There was a single skylight in the factory situated dead in the center of the roof. Taehyung’s team already made short work of the lackeys that tried to come to the roof earlier that morning. No upper tiered members of the Jade Fangs were on rooftop duty. Taehyung already made a mental note of where everyone else was.

Hyungwon and Jooheon were patrolling the left side of the building; the side where Namjoon and his team were. One of Taehyung’s team was already deep inside of the factory, following the blueprint that Namjoon gave him, taking him straight to where the main gas line was. Once he finished cutting the line, he was to head to the boiler room.

Kihyun and Minhyuk supervised the back side of the factory, in case they were flanked. Yoongi was there with his group. He was the “gunshot” that would start the race. He was the only one who would be able to catch them off guard. Besides, he knew that Yoongi was also a bit of a pyromaniac and wouldn’t have been satisfied if he wasn’t the one to set off the explosion.

Which left Shownu, Wonho and Changkyun on the inside. Hoseok and Seokjin were sent in not as bait, but as a distraction. Then it would be time to bring the entire building down on top of their heads. Blood would be spilt. Lives would be lost.

Taehyung would eviscerate them all.

The building shook violently, causing Taehyung to grip onto the metal rafters. He leaned forward; one knee pressed into the beam beneath him. Shouts of confusion were heard from below him and he flashed a manic grin where no one could have the pleasure to see. Screams of pain resounded as glass shattered from below, his eyes searching for Seokjin. He was already making his way around a set of crates, having swiftly dispatched several Jade Fang members during all the chaos.

More glass broke and metal doors were slammed wide open. Dozens of Golden Jackal members flooded the factory, tangling themselves in a fight. The glass covering from the skylight also shattered, raining down into the factory. Several ropes dropped from the ceiling and Taehyung stood to his full height as his team descended from the open hatch. Some dropped to the ground while others swung from their ropes, landing on top of unsuspecting lackeys. Blood spewed as knives plunged into bodies from both sides.

Taehyung ran, jumping out as far as he could and stretching his arms out. He grasped onto a rope, swinging around until his leather gloved hands allowed him to slide down. He shoved his body around, changing his trajectory in mid-air so he was heading straight for the manager’s office.

His legs extended out as he watched Shownu scrambling to his feet. Taehyung crashed his heels directly into Shownu’s chest, knocking him back. As he straddled the older man’s hips, he quickly unsheathed the large hunting knife from his back – aiming it straight for Shownu’s chest.

He grunted when Shownu used his arms to block the blow – their forearms crashing into one another. Taehyung’s arms shook violently as he tried to force them down, watching the blade getting closer and closer to Shownu’s throat. He could feel the capillaries in his eyes exploding, his vision blurring momentarily, before a scream erupted from his lungs.

Releasing one hand from the hilt of the knife, Taehyung punched furiously at Shownu’s rib cage. The older man attempted a counterattack, using his knee to slam into Taehyung’s back. The force of the blow caused him to fall forward and he felt Shownu’s fingers closing in around his throat. Taehyung continued to punch him even as he felt the air being choked from him.

He punched him one more time, using his fingers to dig into Shownu’s side. He buried them, like he was digging through mud for shells. He twisted his fingers and pulled, tearing through the fabric of the other man’s shirt.

Turning his head and leaning forward, Taehyung snapped his teeth into Shownu’s knuckles. He bit through the skin, blood spraying into his mouth. The older man screamed but he could barely hear it over the noise of battle being waged all around them. He pulled his hand from Shownu’s side, gripped his other hand, and put all his weight down.

The blade slowly buried itself into Shownu’s chest.

Hoseok’s knee crashed into the ground as Changkyun struggled to maintain his own footing. The two men glared at each other just as the noises from outside became more and more prevalent. Hoseok smirked as he saw Changkyun race to the window, peering out to the factory floor below. He managed to get back onto his feet just as the Jade Fang’s leader turned to glance over his shoulder at him. Hoseok took pleasure in seeing the snarl forming on the man’s face.

“You,” he snapped, turning around to face him again.

Hoseok dusted off the backs of his pants, his arms going up into a defensive stance as his hands curled into fists. “Yes. Me.”

Changkyun quickly raced to the other side of the room, his hand sliding under the table. Hoseok narrowed his eyes when he next turned around, a knife held in his hand. He scoffed. Maybe he would have been surprised if Taehyung hadn’t already told him what was hidden there.

“So, you expected me to come unarmed, but then have a knife hidden away?” Hoseok shook his head. “I’m so fuckin’ disappointed in you right now.”

“Shut-up!”

Changkyun ran at him, his arm striking out to slash at Hoseok’s neck. But he was faster because he was thinking clearly. He wasn’t about to let anyone stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to do on this day.

He dodged, side-stepping Changkyun at the last second. Reaching up to his lips, Hoseok pulled out the small razor he had hidden in his mouth. Ducking the next blow, he slung his arm upward and slashed over where Changkyun’s right eye was. A stream of blood sprayed and Changkyun moved to cover one hand over his eye as a trail of crimson leaked from beneath his palm.

Dropping the razor, he closed the distance between them as Changkyun attempted another assault. But with his depth-perception thrown off, he swung blindly. Hoseok slammed his elbow into his chest, aiming a backfist to his throat, and used his other hand to quickly disarm him. Before the knife could fall to the floor, Hoseok was already snatching it out of the air.

Spinning around on his back heel, he roughly slammed his back into Changkyun’s chest – forcing his body to bang against the door. Hoseok pulled his arms forward, then swung them back. A sickening squelch noise followed as he plunged the knife directly into Changkyun’s gut. He felt the younger man struggling against him, but he put all his weight backward – his shoulder blades pressing into his chest so that Changkyun wouldn’t be able to wriggle himself free.

“H-Hyung,” he heard Changkyun choke out, his hand reaching out to grasp onto Hoseok’s shoulder, “don’t do this. We…we can help each other…”

Taking a step back, Hoseok buried the knife further into Changkyun’s stomach – watching the blood forming a small puddle by his feet.

“…you can fucking die is what you can do.”

Seokjin swore under his breath, eyeballing the small cut on his leg. He hadn’t meant to get caught off guard, but there was so much happening around him. Things got less hairy when Namjoon’s team managed to make it inside. Even in the middle of all the craziness, Seokjin was glad they weren’t having to deal with guns. This would have ended bloodier than it needed to.

His eyes darted in every direction and he barked orders when he needed to as Taehyung’s team swept down from the ceiling. Namjoon was in the thick of it with his people and some of Yoongi’s squad managed to make it inside. There was a hint of worry when he hadn’t been able to locate Yoongi, but he knew he had to trust his brothers to be able to take care of themselves.

If he couldn’t at least do that, then what good was their bond?

The door to the manager’s office flew open, the loud bang rattling throughout all the noise of the fighting. Seokjin’s eyes followed the sound and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hoseok stumbling out of the door. He nearly tripped on something, seeing Taehyung catching Hoseok at the last second before he could fall. The two of them exchanged words before Taehyung jumped from the catwalk, his arms grabbing for the ropes so he could swing down to the main floor to join the fight. From what Seokjin could tell, Hoseok hadn’t sustained any injuries.

There was movement in Hoseok’s blind spot. Seokjin wasn’t sure if it was one of their people or a Jade Fang member. Not until the very last second.

“HOSEOK-AH!”

Their eyes locked momentarily, but there wasn’t any time. Running from his hiding spot, Seokjin scooped up a discarded knife. He slid to the center of the bottom floor and flung his arm out and upward. Hoseok jumped out of the way just as the knife buried itself in Changkyun’s throat. They watched the Jade Fang’s leader fall backward, presuming that he would not be getting up a second time.

A grateful smile passed over Hoseok’s lips, but soon snapped to surprise as he looked back at Seokjin.

“HYUNG!”

Suddenly, Seokjin felt his body flung to the side. His head hit the ground and the rest of him followed suit. The pain erupted seconds afterwards, his hand reaching up to grasp at the area where his nerves were screaming at him. Fingers caressed something cold and slender. When he pulled, his pain receptors went off like alarms and he screamed, looking around at who was responsible for the assault. As he craned his neck around to see, he spied the rod-like object poking out from his side. Something dribbled from his mouth and he didn’t have to guess to know that it was his own blood.

When he searched around in desperation, his eyes locked with Minhyuk who was holding a crossbow – watching him already reloading the next bolt.

Bodies moved around him in a blur – all of them screaming and fighting for their own lives. They were distracted. None of them realized what was happening.

No one except Hoseok.

Seokjin grinned, crawling to his knees. He could hear Hoseok’s feet thudding along the metal stairs, but he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. He was ready to face this head on. However, what he hadn’t expected was Minhyuk to shift his aim.

To Hoseok.

Eyes wide, Seokjin quickly scrambled to his feet and lunged forward in Hoseok’s direction. He knew his brother wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him. He was too focused on getting to Seokjin. But by doing so, he was putting himself in danger.

Seokjin knew he had to block his path.

It was like he could sense it. He jumped up and out to the left. Pain blossomed over his back and all feeling from his legs down seemed to disappear. He collapsed into the ground, dirt filling his nostrils, and he cried out in agony as he dug his fingers into the concrete. Soon, he could feel the texture of his own blood mixed with the dirt under his fingernails.

“HYUNG!”

Seokjin couldn’t see, but he knew it was Taehyung’s voice. He blindly reached out, grabbing for what he assumed was Taehyung’s ankle. “H-Hoseok-ah,” he choked out between coughing up blood, “…get him out of here.”

“B-But Hyung—”

“DO IT!”

He felt the ankle leaving his grasp and Seokjin prayed that Taehyung would listen to him. Hoseok had to get out of there. They all had to go. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he was going to make it. Not now; not when he was coughing up blood. Something was internally damaged. He was most likely hemorrhaging already.

Curling onto his side, he grasped at the bolt protruding from him and gripped onto it as hard as he could. As he pulled, visions of Anastasia flashed through his mind, giving him pause. For a moment, he forgot about the pain; he forgot about the world around him.

All he could see was the woman he loved standing in the far corner of the factory as she held their beautiful son. He stretched his arm out, reaching for them as if he could touch them. Tears leaked from his eyes as he smiled – the world blurring and getting just a little bit darker.

…I’m sorry, Ana, he thought, the weight of his arm starting to get heavier, …I’m not going to be able to keep this promise…I love you… He felt his elbow hit the concrete, followed by his head.

I’m going to see my brothers now. Forgive me…

Everything grew quiet around him.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59

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

Word Count: 3,735

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AN: We’re almost there guys...

Chapter 59: Black Swan

“Even when the dark and rough waves pass by, I won’t ever get swept away again.”

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Instinct was on Yoongi’s side. He dodged and dove for the ground, the explosion smashing mercilessly against the wall that was recently decimated. Kihyun and several of his men were knocked back, winded, and struggling to recover from the blast. The explosion ripped the wall to pieces, raining concrete and metal. Yoongi’s men screamed their war cries as they tore through their hiding place, clambering on top of the Jade Fang gangsters lost and overwhelmed from the confusion.

Yoongi would have laughed under different circumstances. As he clambered to his feet, he realized laughing would have been too much of a dishonor for what he was doing. Smoke filled the area where Kihyun just was and after he watched him getting back to his feet, coughing in the smoke, Yoongi vanished and reappeared mere feet from where Kihyun stood. The smoke was a perfect cover – a nice little addition to what he was sure was Namjoon’s doing.

He watched Kihyun blindly swiping – attempting to strike out at Yoongi. He said nothing. There were no jeers to be had. Instead, he gave a swift flick and jab, forcefully pushing Kihyun back into the remains of the wall that was just destroyed. Just as he stumbled back, Yoongi aimed a kick directly into his chest. He flew back into the chaos and Yoongi jumped in after him.

He wouldn’t give him time to recover.

Yoongi kicked the knife from Kihyun’s hand as the man, again, tried to swing out at him. Throwing all his weight forward, he slammed his knee into Kihyun’s stomach. Something cracked from the impact, but he gave no quarter as he spun around to press his other knee directly onto Kihyun’s throat. Fingers clawed and scraped along his jeans, attempting to pry him off. Yoongi’s eyes watered slightly from all the dust and debris hovering around in the air.

“It was you,” he grunted as Kihyun wriggled underneath him, “I know it was you because I know how sick and twisted your fucking head is.”

Kihyun coughed, a strange gurgling noise bubbling from his throat as he tried to speak. “Y-Yoongi-ah…”

He pushed more of his weight down on the other man’s throat, leaning forward so he could glare at him – his shadow casting itself over his body. “You’ve always been the jealous type. You didn’t just hurt Eden to stir me up. You tortured her because you felt justified and you get off on that sort of shit.”

“Yoon…gi…”

“And you killed Jungkook as some messed up form of justice for me. Like it was something I wanted, you sick fuck.”

Pandemonium continued around them from inside. He could hear his brothers yelling, fighting for their lives during the confusion. But Yoongi made sure that they were away from the madness – nestled in a dark corner where no one would be able to see them.

Yoongi wouldn’t give Kihyun the pleasure of screaming in his final moments.

“You killed her. And you killed him. All to get back at me. To make me suffer.” He grinned as he felt Kihyun’s fingers digging harder into his thighs. “News flash: you’ve only given me a reason to completely eradicate my demons now. Starting with you.”

“Y-Yoon…”

“Goodbye, Yoo Kihyun,” he whispered, curling his body forward and fully crushing the other man’s larynx.

Yoongi spun off his body, grabbed the knife nearby and thrust it into Kihyun’s stomach. Their faces were inches apart as he watched the other man’s eyes begin to cloud over – the call of the Reaper reaching out to claim him. As he stood up, he saw the blood leaking out of the corners of Kihyun’s mouth.

He heard Hoseok’s yell and he bolted to the main battlefield, leaving the Mongoose’s corpse behind.

All the others in his team scattered around Namjoon; some toward the front, some further behind him, some on the other side of the room completely. Raising his knife in his right hand, he waited until the first shadow was in sight before throwing out a smoke grenade. It sailed straight to where he knew it was needed, where Yoongi would be able to utilize it for cover. Namjoon watched as it slammed into the wall; an ear-splitting crack of the foundation breaking echoed across the sky, the wall - mangled and destroyed - upturning itself and flying back, slamming immediately into a nameless Jade Fang underling behind it after having ripped completely across the room.

Grinning behind his mask, he signaled with his free hand for the others to begin their barrage just as Taehyung’s team descended from the roof. Bodies slammed into one another and Namjoon sliced his knife across limbs, blood spurting out and staining his clothes. Droplets sprayed in every direction, flecks spattering over his cheeks and nose. Namjoon saw two people tumbling from the rubble – his eyes meeting the cold umber tones of Jooheon and Hyungwon dove out to attack a group from Yoongi’s team.

Jooheon didn’t move. Neither did Namjoon.

And then they both ran toward each other, cutting down anyone that dared to impede their path. Blood sprayed as Namjoon sliced and pierced through flesh. Jooheon bludgeoned others with the bat in his hand, cracking bones and knocking people onto their backs.

Down.

Down.

Down.

They all were falling to some form of assault from either side. Namjoon shoved former colleagues aside roughly, his eyes darting in various directions to make sure that his brothers were still safe. Taehyung was handling things near the manager’s office and he trusted Hoseok to be able to dispatch the Jade Fang’s Wolf quickly.

Jooheon and Namjoon crashed their forearms into one another, pushing their weight against the other. Their feet slid along the dirty concrete, rough grunts bursting from their chests. Sweat tinged their brows and it was in that moment that Namjoon felt something snap in him. He began laughing uncontrollably, causing Jooheon to frown with confusion.

This was glorious.

Suddenly, Namjoon lost himself in the chaos, destruction, and the sheer sweetness of all that was going on around him. The terror filled every fiber of his being until he became completely drunk with the sensation. It took every shred of sanity and willpower he had left to keep himself grounded - removing his mask completely  and showing everyone the malintent that was slowly possessing him. The same malevolence that lay dormant in all his brothers.

Lifting his leg up, he thrust his heel into Jooheon’s stomach and forced him back a full foot away. He twirled one of his knives in his hands, spinning on his back heel and grabbing an unsuspecting Jade Fang member in a choke hold. A crazed smile passed over his features as Namjoon slid the blade over the man’s throat. Blood gushed out, staining his front almost immediately. Jooheon roared, raising the bat over his head and Namjoon dropped the dying man from his grasp.

He waited until he saw the bat moving swiftly in a vertical strike, side-stepping at the last second. Namjoon slammed his elbow into Jooheon’s ribs, pressing his hip alongside the other man’s. Taking a breath, he slid the knife underneath Jooheon’s armpit. He heard the Yellow Jacket grunt in pain, feeling his body swing around to try a counter maneuver. Namjoon released his hold on the knife and lifted his arm, blocking the blow that was meant for his head. The muscles in his forearm tingled momentarily and he spun just out of reach, his other hand slamming the blade down at the curve between Jooheon’s neck and shoulder.

Not allowing him a chance to retaliate, Namjoon kicked Jooheon in the back, forcing him onto his knees. He quickly closed the distance, reaching out to grab the knife from his shoulder just as Jooheon pulled out the knife from under his arm. Blood sprayed out onto the concrete and Namjoon already knew the fight was over. The fool was trying to pull off one more desperate counterattack before the Reaper came to collect him.

Namjoon would not give him that satisfaction. 

Sliding on his knees, he stabbed Jooheon’s back multiple times before driving the blade directly into the back of his neck. With one burbling, choking gasp, the Yellow Jacket fell to the ground - a cloud of dust scattering around him.

He heard Hoseok’s screams and Namjoon quickly whirled around in time to see Seokjin falling to the ground. His line of sight shifted to where he could see Minhyuk holding the crossbow. The Jindo Dog was preparing for a second assault. Taehyung held Hoseok back as he tried to scramble to where Seokjin’s body lay, his blood seeping out along the dirty ground.

“HYUNG!”

Namjoon met Taehyung’s gaze. He yanked the knife from the back of Jooheon’s neck and threw it, the blade burying itself into Minhyuk’s forearm and forcing him to drop the crossbow. Taking advantage of the chaos, he ran to Taehyung and Hoseok who was already beginning to lift Seokjin into his arms.

“Hyung,” breathed Taehyung, blinking some of the sweat from his eyes, “where’s Yoongi Hyung?”

“I don’t know.” He bent down to grab Seokjin’s legs. “We need to get him out of here.”

“Go.” Taehyung slung his arms out and two knives fell into his hands from their hiding places under his sleeves. “I’ll find Yoongi Hyung.”

“There’s still three more we need to take down, Taehyung-ah.”

“I know. If I see them, I’ll get rid of them.” Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “Now go!”

Namjoon nodded, watching Taehyung give chase to Minhyuk as he scooped up the crossbow and ran out of the factory. He looked around, spying the opening near the back where Yoongi caused the explosion. Namjoon snapped his fingers rapidly at Hoseok to get his attention.

“Focus! We don’t have a lot of time.”

He watched his friend gathering his bearings, nodding sharply. “Let’s go.”

Hoseok stepped off to the side but was stopped when Namjoon held his footing. He closed the distance, reaching out to shift Seokjin out of Hoseok’s arms into his own. Grunting, he lifted their brother against his chest. 

“Cover me.”

Taehyung only let Minhyuk get as far as the rusty barrels several feet outside of the factory before deciding he was done with the chase. He threw the knife in his left hand, aiming for the back of Minhyuk’s leg. He collapsed with a thud and Taehyung was almost on top of him. He skidded to a halt when he saw Minhyuk rolling onto his back, his arms cradling the crossbow with a bolt already loaded into the chamber. Taehyung somersaulted backwards, dodging the bolt by a hair and feeling it knick his ankle. Landing on one knee, he snarled and charged just as Minhyuk scrambled to slide another bolt into the loading chamber.

Stumbling on his left foot, Taehyung felt his body leaning a little to the side but he forced the pain from his mind. He focused on Minhyuk, his speed increasing when he heard the snap of the lock in place on the crossbow. Swinging his right leg out, he knocked the weapon from Minhyuk’s hands. Taehyung’s back leg buckled as Minhyuk swung out his left leg and kicked him behind the knee. His shoulder crashed into the dirt, forcing his other knife from his hand, and he coughed as some of the dust flew into his mouth and nose.

Pain ripped across the back of his head as he felt his hair being pulled, forcing his upper body up. His ears rang and his vision spun when his face smashed into the ground. Arms flailed in every direction, realizing that he was weaponless as Minhyuk repeatedly slammed his face into the dirt. He felt Minhyuk’s weight on his back, preventing him from being able to wriggle free and regain his position.

Swinging his left arm behind him, he felt along Minhyuk’s leg until his fingers touched something hard. Gripping it, Taehyung yanked his arm out - pulling the knife out from his leg. Minhyuk screamed as blood stained the dirt. He momentarily loosened his grip on Taehyung’s hair, giving him room to roll onto his side. He brought the knife down in rapid succession in Minhyuk’s leg, burying it to the hilt into his knee cap. Howling with pain, Minhyuk rolled and slid himself away from Taehyung, shaking hands attempting to pull the knife out of his leg.

Taehyung dragged his body across the dirt, his eyes quickly locating the crossbow. His fingers grappled for the butt of the weapon, pulling it toward him. Once it was fully in his hold, he rolled his body over and set his arms into position just as Minhyuk turned his head to look at him. He aimed and squeezed the trigger.

The bolt flew from the chamber, zipping toward Minhyuk. He let out a wheezing cough as the bolt’s aim was true - making its home in Minhyuk’s right eye socket.

He watched him fall dead instantly. Several seconds of silence passed before Taehyung finally got to his feet. Slowly, he walked toward the Jindo Dog’s body and stared down at it. He knew he was dead. Anyone could tell watching the blood seeping from his head into the red puddle around his ears. Leaning down, he fished around the insides of Minhyuk’s jacket, retrieving another bolt and sliding it into the chamber. 

The lock clicked and he fired - the bolt landing in Minhyuk’s throat.

“You don’t get to breathe easy in Hell, you fucking sack of shit…”

“You’re the last one left, Jack Rabbit,” said Yoongi as he smiled, twirling a butterfly knife in his hand.

Wonho smirked as he walked through the reeds. “You sure about that?”

He wasn’t, but who cared?

“Positive.”

Yoongi side-stepped as Wonho charged him, striking out with the large hunting knife cradled in his hands. Wonho was stockier than him and had more muscle, but Yoongi was swifter on his feet. He dodged several more strikes, spinning on his back heel to slam his elbow into Wonho’s side. He stumbled to the right and Yoongi quickly overtook him, jamming the knife into his thigh. He managed to twist the blade before Wonho swung his arm across his body, barely missing as Yoongi hopped backwards.

Again, he lunged forward, giving Wonho no quarter. A jab to the chest pushed him back and Yoongi stepped in, curling his arm so that his elbow struck the same place as his fist. He finished the combo with a knee slamming into his stomach. Wonho stumbled off his feet, landing back-first into the reeds where he was momentarily lost from view. Yoongi swung his arms around in the reeds to locate his target, growling when he realized he couldn’t see him anymore.

Shuffling issued to his flank and he pivoted hard just as Wonho crashed into him. They both fell to the ground and Yoongi immediately covered his face as a flurry of punches rained on top of him. He took a risk, holding one arm up while using the other to repeatedly punch at Wonho’s side. Knuckles smashed into his mouth, splitting his lip. He tasted the coppery tang of his own blood, shifting his neck to the side just as another punch nearly struck him, instead landing in the dirt. Taking advantage of the missed opportunity, Yoongi quickly buried his thumb into the knife wound in Wonho’s thigh.

Wonho cried out in pain, wrapping one large hand around Yoongi’s throat. Pressure built up behind his eyes and his vision blurred momentarily. He crushed more of his thumb into the open wound which, in turn, caused Wonho to squeeze harder. It was getting harder to breathe and with what energy he could muster, Yoongi punched at Wonho’s chest, side and face.

The Jack Rabbit refused to let go.

Twisting his thumb in the wound, he felt his nail scraping against something. For a moment, Wonho’s grip loosened and Yoongi lifted his upper body enough to raise his other arm just a little higher. He jammed his other thumb into Wonho’s eye, feeling the soft ball of flesh burst beneath the pad of his thumb. Blood and puss wept from the socket and a horrifying scream curdled from Wonho’s throat. 

Yoongi felt him rolling off his body, clutching at his eye. He quickly slid behind him, wrapping his arms around him in a firm choke hold. Wonho pried at Yoongi’s arms, trying to free himself, but he held his breath as he squeezed. 

The world shifted as Wonho rose to his feet, bringing Yoongi up with him. He couldn’t let him get the upper hand, and so, with a swift twist and jerk of his arms and wrists, the world fell rapidly as the sickening crack issued from Wonho’s neck. He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud and Yoongi rose to his feet, inhaling mouthfuls of air as he attempted to reclaim some semblance of a second wind.

“YOONGI HYUNG!”

Shaking the dizziness from his head, Yoongi looked up as Taehyung ran toward him. He noted the slight limp in his movements and Yoongi stumbled forward. The two men crashed into each other, both of them holding the other up with what strength they had left in their bodies. 

“Taehyung-ah,” he breathed haggardly, “where are the others?”

“They’re at the front with the cars. You need to get to them.”

Yoongi quirked a brow at him. “What about you?”

Taehyung smirked. “I still have something left to do.” He pointed around the side of the building. “Head that way and you should meet up with them.”

He frowned. He knew that look. Taehyung was up to something. But there wasn’t enough time to question just what. “Don’t be a hero.”

He watched his younger brother bark a mirthless laugh. “You have to be a good guy to be a hero, Hyung.”

The two pulled away from each other. Yoongi held his side where it ached, spitting blood at the ground. “Do what you need to do and bring your ass, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Taehyung saluted and took off back inside, hobbling through the busted up entrance Yoongi made earlier when he’d thrown his cigarette inside to cause the explosion that started all of this madness.

Hoseok fished for the keys in his pockets, unlocking the doors to the car he and Seokjin arrived in. Pressing the button on the key fob, he hurriedly threw the door to the backseat open and motioned for Namjoon to hurry. Namjoon busied himself with laying Seokjin’s body across the seat and Hoseok could barely hear the ruckus going on inside the factory still. They couldn’t leave Seokjin’s body to the wolves. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I’m going to find Yoongi Hyung.

“Goddammit, Taehyung-ah,” muttered Hoseok.

Namjoon closed the door, breathing heavily as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “What is it?”

“He’s still trying to find Yoongi Hyung…”

“Hyung knows the plan. We need to--”

A loud scream rang out over their heads, causing both men to look up just as Hyungwon came flying out from the other side of the vehicle. He swung the metal bat in his hand, bringing the head of it down violently as it smashed into the back window. Glass rained over their heads and both Hoseok and Namjoon scrambled away in either direction as Hyungwon swung again - just barely missing both of them.

Hoseok rolled to his right as the bat slammed into the space where his body was just occupying. He brought both of his hands up, catching the weapon. Pain blossomed over his palms as he struggled to keep the weapon from pushing down on him further. Hyungwon stumbled over him as Namjoon kicked him from the side. He reached his hand out, grasping for Namjoon as he hefted himself back up onto his feet.

He shoved the keys into Namjoon’s hands. “Go!”

“Not without you!”

Hyungwon roared, swinging out at them both and they arched their backs in time to dodge the blow. 

“Do what I say, Namjoon-ah!”

“No!”

Again, they dodged and Hoseok took the chance to slam his shoulder into Hyungwon’s stomach. Feeling him skid backwards, he coughed in pain when he felt a knee smash into his rib cage. The wind was knocked from his lungs when Hyungwon kneed his ribs again, causing him to lose his grip. Hoseok heard Namjoon scream and the world tilted to the side as both he and Hyungwon crashed to the ground from the powerful sidekick that connected to Hyungwon’s head. They both landed with a hard thud and Hoseok immediately rolled so that Hyungwon’s back was resting against his chest. His hands quickly went to his belt, ripping the leather band from his waist and wrapping it around Hyungwon’s neck.

All Hoseok could see was the bubblegum pink crown of Hyungwon’s head. He wrapped the straps around his palms, pulling tightly. He felt his biceps flexing hard as he mercilessly squeezed and pulled. Hyungwon’s arms flailed and he scraped his fingernails along Hoseok’s wrists. Namjoon brought the bat down on Hyungwon’s stomach, knocking the air from his body and removing what strength he had to fight back. He tried to kick his legs out at Namjoon, but the Stone Claw responded by cracking the bat over his knees. The sound of bones breaking could be heard until Hoseok felt Hyungwon’s struggles weakening with each passing second.

Until they ceased altogether.

“Hoseok-ah...Namjoon-ah,” called a voice from the side of the building. 

Both of them turned to see Yoongi hobbling toward them, cradling his side. Blood leaked from his temple and mouth. Relief washed over Hoseok’s soul as he flashed a weak smile at his older brother.

“Yoongi Hyung…”

Another buzzing sound issued from Hoseok’s pocket and he released the belt, watching Hyungwon’s head sag along his stomach. Again, Namjoon helped him to his feet just as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Yoongi fussed over their injuries as Hoseok looked at the message.

Taehyung: Hyung...Take care of Raelyn for me.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide as he looked back at the factory. “No…”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked, following his gaze.

The three of them only managed to take one step toward the building before it exploded, erupting in orange flames and black smoke.

“TAEHYUNG-AH!”

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60

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

Word Count: 2,972

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: I’m not sorry... Maybe a little sorry... Okay, I’m very VERY sorry...

Chapter 60: Come Back Home

“The thing that was blocking my life was my fear of tomorrow.”

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After he parted ways with Yoongi, he tore back into the building. A shrill whistle peeled from his teeth and fingers, issuing the signal for the remaining Golden Jackals still standing to vacate the premises. He crossed paths with one of his sentries, Seungi, who handed him a detonator. Taehyung nodded to him, snatching the device from his hands and beelining for the boiler room. He’d already memorized the factory’s layout and knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach it.

When he threw the door open, he grinned widely at the four homemade pipe bombs strapped to the large metal boiler with gaff tape. There was a small clock attached to it, a timer set for ten minutes. He texted Hoseok and started the timer, gripping the detonator in case he would need to trigger the fuses early.

He hurried along from the basement to the main floor. Just as he exited the small underground stairwell, a fist connected with his chest. He stumbled back, nearly losing his footing. The detonator slipped from his grasp but Taehyung spun onto his knees, catching the device in one hand while blocking an ensuing kick to his face with his other forearm.

Growling, Taehyung jumped to his feet. He dodged another blow to his chest, pivoting on his back leg and landing a spinning kick to his assailant’s neck. He fell prone to the ground and Taehyung swung his leg up, crashing the toe of his boot across the man’s face. It didn’t take him long to determine that he was unconscious. He quickly shouted orders, whistling through his teeth again, before clamping the detonator between his lips. He grabbed the man’s ankles and dragged him out of the building from the blast hole Yoongi created earlier.

Golden Jackals yelled for everyone to get away. Whether they chose to listen or not was on them. Taehyung wasn’t about to get himself caught in the blast unnecessarily. The clock was ticking and there wasn’t much time left.

Falling back on his ass, he struggled to sit up as he watched both Jade Fang and Golden Jackal members running through the blast hole. Some jumped through windows and others fought tooth and nail every step of the way, even during such a dangerous situation.

He dropped the device in his lap, pulling out his phone and sending one last text to Hoseok.

Then he jammed his thumb onto the detonator’s button.

He felt heat, smelled smoke, and quickly lost his ability to see when reddish orange flames and black smoke covered the building from top to bottom.

He passed out seconds after hearing his brothers screaming his name.

Darkness covered everything completely.

Stars littered the cobalt sky above; pinholes in a blanket draped over the moon. A crescent moon.

An acrid smell continued to linger in the air and what little wind was able to brush over the destructive landscape only succeeded in circulating the smell in small cyclones. A few cars remained, but those that were able to escape the blast commandeered a few sedans and fled the scene. What bodies were left behind in the smoking factory would already be cremated. Their bodies would dissolve back into the earth from where they’d come, their spirits long departed for the Underworld. The Reaper was going to be busy tonight.

It was a shame that Taehyung wouldn’t be able to enjoy the spectacle from Hell himself.

He lightly patted the dirt from off his clothes, coughing and sneezing when some of it shot up his nose. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he pulled out a sucker. Ripping off the plastic covering, he sighed and slid the peach-flavored candy into his mouth. As he savored the taste, he leaned back on his hands and stared into the large expanse of sky over his head.

It really was a beautiful night.

Taehyung smiled, then laughed a little out loud. Tears streamed out the corners of his eyes, but he continued to laugh. His shoulders shook violently until he curled his knees up to his chest and sobbed openly into them. Wrapping his arms around his knees, he buried his face into his forearms and wept. Pieces of the building crumbled behind him, but he could barely hear it over his own cries.

The lollipop fell from his mouth, instantly covered in dirt when it hit the ground. Spit and snot dripped from his mouth and nose as his fingers threaded through his bangs. He tugged at them hard, feeling the sharp sting of his roots being pulled. Hoarse noises erupted from him and a horrible ache twisted inside his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. Taehyung tried to rub at his chest, but it did nothing to ease the pain that came with breathing and crying simultaneously.

He mouthed a set of words, but no recognizable sound followed the motion. Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes, he tried to rid them of the tears but they continued to fall.

Thoughts of Raelyn and their unborn child immediately flooded his mind, causing him to sob even harder. Choking barks of pain were all he could muster while his hand twisted into the fabric of his shirt. He then pounded at his chest, attempting to calm the raging pace of his heart. But nothing worked. Everything hurt. Everything would continue to hurt.

He had no choice now.

With shaking hands, Taehyung pulled out his phone, switching it back on. There was an immediate onslaught of text messages and voicemails. Most of them were from his brothers. The others were from Raelyn.

He ignored them all.

Instead, he swiped over to where his voicemails were, scrolling down to the last message Jimin sent him. Again, he listened to it as he cradled the phone in both of his trembling hands.

“Ya, Kim Taehyung…you son of a bitch. How could you just take off for the gates of the Underworld alone? Huh? Don’t even think about stirring up a bunch of shit without me. Jungkook and I will be there soon.”

Another broken sob tore through the night, shaking him to the core. How could he continue living his life knowing that better people were denied that same gift? Their trust in Taehyung was what caused all of this to transpire in the first place. They believed the message that was sent from his phone, trusting that he was giving them the right information. If it weren’t for his own carelessness, his own ego, there was a good chance that his brothers would still be alive. Maybe they would have lost Eden and it would have broken everyone in a different way, but the loss wouldn’t have been this heavy.

It wouldn’t have been this great.

Having a happy life with Raelyn, with their child, was something that he didn’t deserve. Taehyung had no right to experience such joys in this life. He would need to suffer the consequences and make sure that those who remained were able to bask in that bliss.

For now, Taehyung would be selfish one more time, and cry for everything that he was about to lose.

No… For everything he was about to let go.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. It was late, whatever the time was. Taehyung switched to the keypad buttons on the phone and hit three numbers.

1.

1.

2.

The line rang twice before someone picked up the phone, asking him what his emergency was.

“My name is Kim Taehyung. I’m currently in Nam District in Itaewon. There is an old factory owned by a man named Im Changkyun. It’s destroyed. I’m the one who did it. There are also dead bodies buried under the wreckage. I killed them.”

A sad smile passed over his lips and he laughed weakly into the receiver.

“Come and arrest me. I’ll be waiting for you.”

After he ended the call, Taehyung turned off his phone and slid it back into his pocket. He gently fell onto his back, hands resting along the back of his head as he stared up at the stars. The crescent moon that hung in the sky really looked like Buddha’s fingernail. Reaching out with his hand, he let his fingers stretch as far as they would go – his palm covering the moon as much as it could.

Then he squeezed his hand into a fist, covering the light of the moon completely from his view.

“I’m sorry, Raelyn Noona…”

Twenty minutes slipped by when Taehyung heard the police sirens. He sat up, his eyes spying out the flashing red and blue lights off in the distance. Grinning, he readjusted himself so that he was pressing his knees to the ground. When the police cruisers skidded to a halt, kicking up more dirt in front of him, Taehyung’s grin eased off just a bit as he slid his hands behind his head.

The cold sting from the handcuffs bit into his skin. His wounds ached as the officers hauled him onto his feet. He didn’t utter a single complaint when they all but threw him into the back of the vehicle.

He only laughed when the officers said he was crazy for turning himself in.

Three Days Later Seoul – Cheongdamn; Gangnam District South Korea

Hoseok was half a step away from checking himself into a mental hospital.

For nearly twenty-four hours, he believed he’d lost both Seokjin and Taehyung. The proceedings with obtaining Seokjin’s autopsy and death certificate took a bit longer than it had for Jimin, Jungkook and Eden. Mostly because the person who was fattening the police chief’s pockets was now dead. Anastasia was nearly inconsolable but having the support of Seokjin’s family and their son, Gidae, was enough to get her through the worst of her postpartum. When Hoseok couldn’t be there for her, Namjoon was and he remained a rock and shield when she needed him.

Raelyn was another matter.

She believed Taehyung was dead for real. She believed it because they believed it. The level of stress and anxiety she was suffering from was too much for even Hoseok to bear at times. But he remained steadfast, comforting her and reassuring her that things would be fine. They would be okay.

He didn’t tell her about Taehyung’s last text message to him. Until they could uncover a body from the wreckage, there was nothing to rule out.

It was the only sliver of hope they had and they clung onto it together.

Another day slipped by when Hoseok received word that Taehyung was incarcerated at the local police station. While he was being held for questioning, he wasn’t allowed visitors. When Hoseok tried to get a lawyer to represent his brother, he was flabbergasted to hear that the council Taehyung was offered was refused.

From what the defense attorney explained, Taehyung openly admitted to all the charges being placed against him. Arson, destruction of property, and manslaughter. There was the possibility of murder with intent being placed alongside his other charges, but his public defender insisted that the death of everyone inside of the building was from the act of arson and destruction of property done on Taehyung’s part. Until actual autopsies were done and toxicology reports were submitted, Taehyung’s charges stayed with just manslaughter and vandalism.

On the eve of the third day, Taehyung’s trial date was set. Because his case involved manslaughter, he wasn’t allotted the opportunity for bail.

He was finally allowed to visit. Hoseok took Raelyn with him to the station.

The security guard led them to Taehyung’s jail cell where he sat waiting for them. Because he wasn’t sentenced yet, he still wore the clothes he had on from the raid they unleashed at Changkyun’s warehouse. Hoseok resisted the urge to reach through the bars and knock Taehyung’s teeth down his throat. Instead, he chose to hold onto Raelyn’s hand as she squeezed his fingers with an iron grip.

Taehyung looked between the two of them, his eyes lingering at Raelyn’s swollen stomach, before he finally stood up from the floor. Dusting off the backs of his pants, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. Hoseok couldn’t read the look on his face, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung was up to something.

Had he been planning this all along?

“What are you two doing here?”

Hoseok frowned. “The real question is what the hell do you think you’re doing, Taehyung-ah?”

He lofted one brow; his expression almost bored. “What do you mean?”

“What are you trying to accomplish right now?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Taehyung, please,” said Raelyn as she reached toward the bars, “just tell us what’s going on. Why have you done this?”

Her arm slid between the bars and Taehyung immediately backed away from them. Raelyn’s arm lingered in the air and Hoseok had to internally admit to his own shock. This wasn’t like him. And what made it so much worse was that he didn’t appear to be hesitating in his actions.

Raelyn inhaled slowly, her breath shuddering slightly as her arm slid back to rest at her side. “God, you’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

He didn’t respond, continuing to stare at them both with a seemingly dead look in his eyes.

“So you’re just going to stay here? You’re not even going to fight back?” She slammed her hand against the iron bars. “You get sent to prison, and then what? What about our child, Kim Taehyung?!”

“You are not carrying my child.”

Taehyung’s words hit like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. Hoseok couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He cast a sidelong glance toward Raelyn just as tears streamed from her eyes.

“W-What did you just say?”

“I said,” Taehyung said, emphasizing the words, “that you’re not carrying my child.”

Hoseok’s arm shot out like a missile, grasping the scruff of Taehyung’s shirt collar. There was movement to his side and Hoseok released him in just enough time to catch Raelyn as she collapsed. Doing his best not to hurt her, he shouted for an officer to help him. Two patrolmen appeared, gathering Raelyn’s weight on either side of them.

He was about to follow when he felt a harsh tug at the sleeve of his jacket. Whirling around, Hoseok roughly knocked Taehyung’s arm away – causing the iron bars of the cell to rattle. He snatched at Taehyung’s collar once more, his vision blurring slightly from how harshly his blood was pumping through his veins.

“Look here, Kim Taehyung, you’re seriously—”

“You’re the father, Hyung.”

Hoseok blinked, his fingers loosening from around Taehyung’s shirt. “…what?”

“Listen to me,” he said, grasping at Hoseok’s hand, “no matter what, you are the father, do you understand?”

“That’s crazy talk, Taehyung-ah!”

“No it’s not!” He could hear the desperation in Taehyung’s voice, a far cry from the empty sounding words he’d heard him spouting earlier. “You know how our society is. It’s bad enough that Raelyn is a foreigner, but add the father of her child being a murderer and you can kiss that baby and the mother’s future goodbye.”

“You haven’t even been sentenced yet,” snapped Hoseok, “there’s still time! Let our attorney help you!”

“If they help me, then we will all have no future.”

Hoseok flashed him a look of confusion, not sure what he was implying. Taehyung seemed to read this and continued.

“I have to take the fall for this, Hyung. Otherwise you, Namjoon Hyung and Yoongi Hyung will all go down with me. If it’s just me, then the rest of you can still live your lives.”

He felt his bottom lip tremble slightly. “I…I can’t ask you to do that. I won’t let you do that!”

“Yes, you will.” He could feel Taehyung’s grip digging painfully into his wrists. “For the sake of my child’s future, Hyung, you will let me do this.”

“Taehyung-ah…”

“I’m doing this and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me. I can’t be with Raelyn. Not anymore.” Hoseok watched as tears spilled from Taehyung’s eyes. “I know you still love her. You never stopped. But I know you’re an honorable man who decided to let your little brother selfishly claim a nugget of happiness for himself.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly, unable to stop himself from crying. Why was this happening? Hadn’t they won? Hadn’t they achieved their goals and avenged their fallen family? Things were supposed to get easier from here. They could have been had they decided to stay in the criminal underworld after all.

How could they have fallen so far while walking on the path to make things right?

A heavy sigh spilled from his lungs. Taehyung released Hoseok’s hand and it sagged limply at his side.

“…have you picked a name?”

“Mirae,” he whispered softly, “her name will be Mirae.”

Hoseok scoffed, wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “You snuck and asked the doctor for the baby’s gender already, didn’t you?”

He watched his younger brother flash his trademark boxy smile through his tears. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

Grasping at his younger brother’s arms, he pulled him toward the bars so that their foreheads were pressed together. The two of them shared a companionable silence before they released one another.

“Thank you, Hoseok Hyung.” Taehyung’s smile remained. “Thank you for letting me do this. For you and for the rest of my family.”

The two men punched fists, the touch lingering a moment longer.

Then Hoseok turned and walked away, leaving a brother and the most noble of men to the fate he’d chosen for himself.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61

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

Word Count: 3,058

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: Just one more...

Chapter 61: The Most Beautiful Moment In Life

“I’m asking myself again, am I happy right now? The answer is already there, I’m happy.”

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Five Years Later

Hwaseong – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Yoongi sighed softly as he lit the ends of three incense sticks. As they slowly burned a soft amber, he shook the match to extinguish it and placed each one into the brass basins. Three porcelain urns glistened brightly against the morning light – the smiling faces of each urn’s owner looking back at him from behind the glass framing their portraits. He placed his hands together, closing his eyes and saying a small, silent prayer. After a few minutes, he sighed again and sat on the silk cushion he was offered from Jimin’s family.

“Even after all this time, it still doesn’t get any easier,” he said softly, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I figured it would.”

He managed a small laugh, shaking his head as he brushed his fingers through his now auburn hair. His earrings dangled from the rays of light that peeled in through the small room, capturing all the precious things that each of them had in their lives before leaving the world. Small pieces of memories that would continue to remain in the world long after their passing.

They served as reminders for Yoongi that things could still be good.

On the wall to the right was a painting of a blue and black spotted butterfly flying through golden reeds and a beautiful clear blue sky. It was the last thing Jungkook painted before leaving Hwaseong to come join them all in Seoul – ultimately leaving his dream of attending art school behind. Hanging on the opposite wall was the rosary and silver crucifix that Jimin always carried with him. He only left it behind once and that was the day that he went with Jungkook to retrieve Eden from her kidnappers.

He looked at Eden’s portrait, centered between Jungkook and Jimin’s. The wedding rings she and Jungkook exchanged with one another were placed on a small, satin pillow. He always made sure they were well-polished, even after all these years.

“I hope you three are happy.” He sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “It’s quieter without you here.”

His vision grew slightly hazy and Yoongi quickly wiped at the backs of his eyes with his wrist. Two sets of feet thundered through the yard, kicking shoes off their feet and barreling into his back. Yoongi smiled as two children, a boy and a girl, roughly grabbed at his shoulders and hugged his neck. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling the girl into his lap and tickling her as the boy clung to his neck and hugged him from behind.

“Okay, maybe I lied,” he said loudly over the high-pitched squeals and giggles, “it hasn’t gotten any quieter.”

The little girl with curly hair smiled up at him, pulling on the collar of his shirt. “Appa,” she said, her laughter subsiding, “are you done talking with Jageun Appa, Sookbu and Sookmo?”

“Yeah,” said the little boy, rubbing his nose into Yoongi’s temple, “are you done yet?”

“I wasn’t,” he patiently replied, reaching his hand up to ruffle the boy’s hair, “but I can see you two are ready to go. Weren’t you making rice cakes with your grandparents?”

The little girl nodded. “Yeah, but we got bored. They told us to go outside and play.”

He lifted a brow. “They did?”

“That’s ‘cause Eden kept eating them as they were being made.”

The little boy stuck his tongue out.

“Nuh-uh! Jungmin spilled flour all over the floor!”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

Yoongi sucked in air sharply through his teeth, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. They quickly got quiet, knowing that that was his way of telling them to behave. After a moment, he sighed and stood up – Jungmin still clinging to his neck as Eden straightened out her blue sundress. He hopped slightly, wrapping one arm around Jungmin’s leg so he could secure him on his back a little better while using his other free hand to grab a hold of his daughter’s.

He helped them put their shoes on, slipping into his own, and made his way around to the front of the house. Jimin’s parents gave Yoongi a box wrapped in bright green cloth – food to take home with him. Eden happily took the parcel from them, bowing in appreciation. Jungmin nodded his head as Yoongi bowed as well, promising to return next week. They always insisted that he didn’t have to, but he would always make time to come and check on the Park family at every opportunity.

Children ran and played in the streets and there were festive sounds coming from the heart of the square. An entertainment troupe was in town to perform on the streets and sell their wares. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and petals rained over the small town like snow in spring. Eden and Jungmin looked longingly at the festival and he smiled, promising to take them back into town after they put everything away back home.

“Daddy?”

Yoongi hummed as he looked down at Eden. “What is it?”

“When are we going to visit Uncle Tae again?”

He paused slightly, a minor hesitation in his steps before resuming his steady pace. Shortly after Taehyung was sentenced to prison for voluntary manslaughter, Yoongi fell into an unhealthy drinking habit. He frequently went on benders until Namjoon saved him from throwing himself off a building in a drunken haze. He attended a drug rehabilitation facility and after being discharged, he was given the opportunity to make something of himself. Eden’s co-worker, Minki, offered to sell Eden’s shop to Yoongi on the condition that he opened an auto-mechanic shop in Hwaseong. Four months later, he established a list of loyal clientele and decided to find a better purpose.

Yoongi adopted two children that same year. Infants at the time, they were now two very rambunctious four-year-old’s: Min Eden and Min Jungmin.

They were his reason for getting up in the morning. They were his reason for discovering meaning to his life.

His children were his most precious treasures.

Smiling, he shook the hand holding his daughter’s. “Soon. We’ll see him again soon.”

“Is he going to be away from us forever?” Jungmin quietly asked.

Yoongi shook his head. “He won’t, Jungmin-ah. He’ll be able to come out and play with you when you’re both a little older.”

In five more years, to be exact.

“Until then, we just have to keep supporting him. We have to tell him ‘fighting’ every time we see him, okay?”

“Okay!” they said in unison, pumping their fists into the air.

He laughed, doing his best to ignore the soft ache in his chest. Things were getting better. Time would heal all wounds. Even his.

Someday it wouldn’t hurt to think about his brothers and the woman he loved. Until then, all Yoongi could do was look forward to tomorrow – a day that he would never take for granted again.

“Gidae-ah,” called Anastasia as she stepped out onto the back porch, “not so rough!”

Namjoon smiled as Gidae barreled into him, knocking him onto his back. They shared a loud laugh and he began mercilessly tickling the young boy’s side. The two of them rolled around in the grass until he was fully pinned down by the boy. They laughed again, pausing long enough to look up at Anastasia as she set a tray of refreshments down on the table in the front lawn.

Gidae immediately scrambled off Namjoon, beelining for his mother and hugging her around the waist as she poured iced tea into three glasses. She lovingly ran her fingers through his dark hair, ruffling the fringe around his eyes.

“You’re going to need a haircut soon, young man,” she said with a smile.

Namjoon dusted off the backs of his pants, crossing over to them. “I’ll take him tomorrow,” he said, taking the offered glass of tea.

He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and she flushed slightly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. He watched her sigh as Gidae slid into one of the chairs and began nibbling on some fruit.

“Are you sure?” she asked, brows furrowing with concern, “won’t you and Hoseok be busy with those foreign investment bankers?”

“It’ll be fine. I can do it during my break.”

Anastasia sighed again. He knew she always worried about him and how he could easily run himself into the ground with work. But Namjoon made a promise to always put his family first, no matter how busy he may have been. It was the very least he could do for his now departed older brother.

For three years, he watched Anastasia struggling with being a single mother. Seokjin’s parents readily accepted her as a member of their family and she took his last name as if it were her own. Soon they weren’t just the grandparents of her son, but her own mother and father. They doted and fussed over her at every given moment, but knew that she couldn’t dwell in the past forever. She was encouraged to go on blind dates and, for a time, she did.

Gidae was still young and didn’t fully understand the loss of his own father due to having father-figures in his life constantly. When Namjoon wasn’t present, Hoseok was around and after Yoongi was discharged from rehab, he was there to support Anastasia with whatever she needed – even bringing his own adopted children to play with her son. But even so, not having a father would eventually start to chip away at Gidae emotionally and he would begin to question things about the world and about himself.

Two years ago, Namjoon decided to take a chance.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t have affection for Anastasia. In the beginning, he believed it was out of loyalty to Seokjin that he remained close. Over time, however, his loyalty blossomed into actual love for both Anastasia and Gidae. He no longer saw him as his nephew, but as his own son.

After bringing Anastasia home from dinner one night, Gidae accidentally called Namjoon “Dad”, much to their shock. He asked if he was going to be leaving his mother and him alone again.

Months passed and he felt confident enough to say that Anastasia also grew to care for him.

A year later, Namjoon visited Seokjin’s grave. He sat in front of the large mound of grass and stared at the marble headstone from dawn until dusk. Three empty bottles of soju sat beside him and somewhere in those hours, Namjoon laughed as he reminisced over the good and bad times. He spoke about how big Seokjin’s son was growing and how smart he was becoming. And then he cried as he talked about how much he now loved the woman his older brother unwillingly left behind. Namjoon wanted to protect her, cherish her, and help raise his brother’s son as if he were his own.

He then visited Seokjin’s family and asked for their blessing, to which they readily gave. After he informed his own family, Namjoon went to her home that afternoon and asked her to marry him. He was confident that she would say yes, but the elation that swept through him brought on a new sense of purpose and fueled him with determination.

Now, for the past year, the three of them lived together as a true family.

“Wasn’t Raelyn coming by with Mirae today?” he asked suddenly.

Anastasia nodded as she peeled an apple and fed it to Gidae’s waiting mouth. “She and Hoseok were planning to see Taehyung first.”

Namjoon sank into the chair across from her, reaching out to ruffle Gidae’s hair lovingly. “I’m sure they’ll call when they’re on their way. Yoongi Hyung will never let me hear the end of it if we all don’t make it to the festival today. The kids have been talking about it every chance they can get.”

“Fireworks!” Gidae cried while throwing his hands into the air, “I can’t wait to see the fireworks!”

“Me too,” Anastasia said while laughing, “it’s my favorite part.”

A warm feeling washed over Namjoon as he reached across the table to hold his wife’s hand. Their wedding bands glinted in the sunlight and she squeezed his fingers gently. After all the chaos in their lives, they could finally cherish these precious moments. They could try to put the past behind them, but would never forget.

It was a promise they made to each other; one they never intended to break.

Gwacheon – Gyeonggi Province Korea Correctional Service South Korea

After the routine frisking and checking ended, they were allowed access to the foggy plastic window that mirrored Taehyung to them. The blue jumpsuit seemed to fit him, reminding Hoseok of the time Taehyung used to work the fields of his family’s orchards. Both Hoseok and Raelyn sat down in visitor chairs and Mirae sat in her mother’s lap. Taehyung flashed them his trademark boxy smile and he gave a playful finger wave at Mirae. She giggled and mimicked his gesture, doing her best to stifle a soft yawn with her other hand.

He could hear Taehyung’s breath through the small holes penetrating the plexiglass. For a while, no one said anything to each other. Hoseok couldn’t imagine what sort of expression he had, but it managed to elicit a smile from his younger brother. The gesture was warm, yet it reflected his exhaustion from years of being behind bars.

“Hey, Hyung.” His voice was deep, the words rumbling in his throat.

“Hey,” Hoseok replied, drumming his fingers against his thigh.

Taehyung turned his head to look at Raelyn. “How’re you doing, Hyungsoo-nim?”

“I’m fine, Doryeon-nim.” She paused, pulling Mirae a little closer. “We’re fine.”

Their gazes lingered on each other a moment longer before Taehyung’s face brightened as he peered at Mirae. “And how’s my favorite niece?”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed as he saw Mirae giggling while waving her arms around playfully. “I’m great, Uncle Tae Tae! We’re going to the festival with Uncle Namjoon and Uncle Yoongi’s families when we go back home.”

“Oh? The festival, huh?” Taehyung smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “I miss food from the festival. The fireworks too.”

“You’ll be able to come when you’re released,” Hoseok offered gently, a reassuring expression painting over his features, “you know it’s a Hwaseong tradition.”

Taehyung averted his gaze momentarily, lacing his fingers together in his lap. “Yeah…”

Raelyn suddenly stood, setting Mirae down so she could stand as well. Turning to Hoseok, she smiled. “I’ll wait for you outside.” Her eyes shifted back to Taehyung. “It was good to see you, Doryeon-nim. Please take care of yourself.”

“You too, Hyungsoo-nim,” he said softly. His gaze lingered over her for a moment before moving to look at Mirae. He beamed at her. “You be good and listen to your parents, Mirae-ah. And stay out of trouble.”

“Kay!” she said, waving back to him happily before leaving the visitor room with her mother.

Hoseok remained seated, peering back at Taehyung for a long moment. Why did it have to be this way? Why had it come down to this? Even after all these years, Hoseok still couldn’t truly accept it in his heart, despite the resolute expression that continued to remain on Taehyung’s face.

“Thank you, Hyung,” he said, causing Hoseok’s shoulders to tense slightly, “Mirae’s so cute.”

“She’s trouble,” Hoseok said while smiling, “just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Let’s hope not.”

“I agree. I’ll see you around, Taehyung-ah. Be healthy.”

Hoseok moved to stand and he saw his younger brother mirror his movements. The two men stood apart from each other, separated by a clear wall. He wanted nothing more than to pull his brother into his arms and hold him – to let him cry and vent his frustrations out. But until he was finally released from prison, he knew that it wouldn’t be possible.

When the time came, he’d be waiting with a block of tofu to shove into his mouth. They would all be waiting.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“…can I still see her when I get out of this place?” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “Will you let me do that?”

Hoseok smiled through the onset of tears, a broken laugh all he was able to manage for that second. After he cleared his throat, he reached out and pressed his hand to the glass. Taehyung did the same.

“Of course. We’re family.”

The two brothers shared a glance, tears brimming their eyes, before the guard came and escorted Taehyung out of the visitor’s station. He watched his brother disappear behind the white doors, the sound resembling that of a mausoleum’s doors shutting. After a bit of prodding from a security guard, Hoseok was brought back to the main lobby where Raelyn and Mirae were waiting.

“Daddy!” Mirae said, running toward him and grabbing his hand. She tugged at it, urging him to hurry. “Let’s go, Daddy! We’re going to miss the festival!”

Hoseok laughed, shaking his head a little as Raelyn reached out to wipe at the tears that threatened to fall. She pressed a kiss to his lips, the two of them smiling as Mirae made an “ew” sound below them. They each grabbed ahold of their daughter’s hands, swinging her arms back and forth as they reached the parking lot.

“I love you, Hoseok-ah,” Raelyn said as she met his gaze.

He let go of Mirae’s hand to pull his wife closer to him. He kissed her temple gently, his lips brushing across the shell of her ear. “I love you too, Choseungdal,” he whispered, “I love you both.”

As they parted, they laughed happily as Mirae fussed over them being gross. Their daughter ran and they gave chase, taking a moment to bask in the joy that followed the aftermath of their stormy lives. It was a hard road they’d traveled. But now there would only be wonderful days ahead. In time, they would be able to look at the past and learn from the good and bad moments.

But right now, this was the most beautiful moment in life.

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 (bloody 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 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 Epilogue

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

Word Count: 1,882

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: This is it. This is the end. It's been a long journey and I'm happy to have taken it with you all. Thank you for all the love, support, and energy everyone has given me throughout the course of this series. You guys are amazing and I look forward to seeing you in the next story!

Epilogue: Definition of a Father

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Five Years Later

"Okay, I think that's a wrap guys."

Taehyung slid the headphones off his head, smiling as he waved a drumstick at the mixers and producers in the booth. The other members of the indie band he was currently working for, The Cataclysm, let their headphones rest around their necks while pulling off their instruments to set them on their respective stands. They were all complaining about having been stuck in the studio for the past six days, sometimes sleeping in the recording booth for half an hour at best. It was about time they got to call it quits.

Pulling out his cell, he saw that he had a few missed calls from Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and Anastasia. Yoongi reassured him that the call was nothing important, just checking in. Namjoon was calling to confirm dinner plans for the evening at the house and Anastasia was doing the same. Hoseok left a voicemail saying that he was going to be a little late that evening working on a project but that he'd be getting Mirae from Yoongi's to take her to Namjoon's house once they finished up at the skatepark. 

Noting that it hadn't been that long since Hoseok called, he dialed his brother back and waited for him to answer - a soft smile gracing his lips as he waved goodbye to his other bandmates. "Hey, you haven't made it to Namjoon Hyung's yet, have you?" Hearing the negative, he slid his drumsticks into his bag, zipping the pack up and slinging one of the straps across his shoulder. "You can bring Mirae to the studio if you want before heading back to work. She can hang out with me for a bit until we all head to the house."

He heard the slightly hesitant response from Hoseok. After reassuring him that he was done with studio work for the night, Taehyung smiled at Mirae's voice on the other line saying she wanted to go to Namjoon and Anastasia’s with her Uncle Tae Tae. There was some banter between the two, all in good fun, before Hoseok hung up saying that he would drop her off. All Taehyung had to do now was wait.

Once he'd gathered up his remaining things, he made his way to the lobby just as the door to the studio swung open and Mirae ran inside with her backpack and skateboard. She spotted Taehyung and waved her hand erratically - her smile growing steadily larger.

He still couldn’t wrap his head around it being ten years since she was born.

Taehyung smiled, kneeling down as the young girl all but flew into his arms. He held his “niece” warmly in his arms, cradling the back of her head. "Hey there, Agassi!" Pulling her away so he could look into the young girl's face, he chuckled. "You have fun at the skate park with your Papa and Uncle Yoongi?"

Mirae gave a swift nod. "Yeah! Uncle does some of the coolest tricks ever! He says when I get bigger, he'll teach me everything he knows."

"Oh yeah?" Taehyung held his hand out so he could take Mirae's into his own. 

The two of them chatted about random things as they headed out of the studio. They spoke about what their plans were for summer vacation - to hit the beaches in Busan and see all of the sights and then some. Maybe even a trip to the States or Japan when the time permitted it. Hoseok was playing catch up behind Namjoon and fervently working on a few projects when he could. Summer was a time to reflect, but also a time to bask in the joys of the present.

There was so much time he had to make up for. Time he would continue to make up for.

Hailing for a cab, Taehyung ushered Mirae to clamber inside so they could head to Namjoon and Anastasia’s house. It was strange, really, that he was no longer living in a house with all the others like he had been when they resided in Seoul. After everything that transpired, after so much loss and suffering, time really did manage to heal old wounds. The loss of Seokjin, Jimin, Jungkook and Eden didn’t hurt as badly as it once did so many years ago. Even Taehyung’s time spent in incarceration felt like little more than a blur. He was older, wiser, and far more humble than he’d ever been in his entire life. Everyone had their own families and were doing their best to pick up the pieces of their broken lives. 

The hardest part for Taehyung these days was forcing himself to see Mirae as his niece and not his daughter. 

While Mirae didn’t mention anything aloud, Taehyung and Hoseok both sensed a certain level of apprehension from her a few days prior. The aura may have ebbed some since his visit to Jimin's home, but there was always a bit of hesitation here and there. Taehyung decided to let her work out her own dreads and if he needed to help her through them, he would do so without question. Mirae became his world and, as such, he would do anything for the child. There were many things that she didn't understand and while he may not have had all the answers, he would do his best to give her what answers he could.

Soon they arrived at Namjoon’s home and Taehyung paid the cabby. Letting Mirae get out first, they waited for the cab to leave before making their way up the winding pathway to the house. Anastasia was preparing a huge Parents’ Day feast for the important people in her life (who hadn't made previous plans already with their own families) and Taehyung could never turn down a home cooked meal from his sister-in-law. Raelyn was already there to help with whatever she could in the kitchen. 

Just before they were about to make their way up the steps, Mirae stopped and grabbed onto the hem of Taehyung's shirt. Pausing before taking another step, he looked down at her and saw her eyes were downcast.

He turned, squatting down in front of Mirae as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "What's up, Agassi?"

Mirae bit her lower lip, not sure if she wanted to continue or just ignore the feeling eating at her and go inside. Taehyung remained silent, knowing that she would divulge her thoughts when she was ready. It didn't take long, as he'd predicted. 

"Today is Parents’ Day and I made you a card." Watching her fish into her bag, Mirae pulled out the soft yellow envelope, handing it to Taehyung and the older man took it with a smile - the large letters of his name scrawled across the front in a charming adolescent flourish. Looking up at Mirae, he was about to thank her when he saw that his niece was still fighting with something. "Uncle Yoongi told me that Parents’ Day isn't just for fathers and mothers, but for men and women that we look up to, respect and care about. It’s about the people who are important to us...and stuff. And I know I didn't get you anything last year for Parents’ Day, but a lot of stuff was going on and--"

"Mirae-ah, it's okay. I know what was happening then and it's fine. I promise."

Mirae nodded, blowing air out of her mouth as she had a look that clearly screamed she was trying to think of what she wanted to say next. Or how she should word it. Her face was like an open book, it was almost funny sometimes. 

"...well, I know that you're really important to me and this dumb kid, Chansoo, said you can't be like a dad because I already have a dad and since you’re my uncle, you can't ever be my dad but Uncle Yoongi said that kinda thing doesn't define a father so I can have as many dads as I want and...and..."

Taehyung reached out, pulling Mirae into a hug because he knew the girl's tears were probably threatening to spill out at any given moment. She trembled slightly in his arms and he held tighter onto her, cradling the back of her head as he felt Mirae’s smaller hands grasping at his shoulder blades. But, truth be told, Taehyung was doing this to hold his own emotions in check. He’d honestly been concerned that Mirae, while a good and compassionate kid who always showed him affection, did not wish to fully open up to him because of this same conflict. It was a subject that he feared would always bring his daughter heartache and so he always left it alone - believing that Hoseok and Raelyn would remedy the hesitation in their daughter's heart.

Because Taehyung could never tell her that she was, in fact, his daughter.

Once the girl's trembling ceased, Taehyung pulled Mirae away from him for a moment and smiled while wiping his thumb across her cheek to get rid of the stray tear that managed to escape. Mirae sniffled, rubbing a fist into her other eye as she looked back at Taehyung. 

"Even if you never called me like that, I've always considered myself one of your dads. You're Hoseok Hyung’s daughter and so that makes you like my daughter. Got it?" The young girl nodded again and Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled Mirae into another hug, patting her back in a soothing fashion. "So whenever you're ready, you can call me what you want or just keep calling me Uncle Tae Tae. It won't change how I feel about you and how you'll always be both my niece and my daughter."

Leaning back a bit, he watched as Mirae seemed almost torn between emotions. But relief soon visibly swept through her and she smiled brightly. Taehyung stood, rubbing his palms across the thighs of his jeans and the two of them made their way up the steps of the verandah. 

Just as they rang the doorbell, Mirae pulled on Taehyung's sleeve to get his attention once more. "Say...Uncle Tae Tae?" Taehyung quipped a brow and looked at the young girl, smirking - a silent nudge for her to continue. "Has Papa said anything to you about me getting married? Because I don't think I'm ready for that kinda thing. He said he's picked out my groom and everything."

Taehyung blinked for a moment, words and thoughts completely knocked out of his mouth and head, before he realized what she was referring to. Sputtering for a moment, he then laughed outright and shook his head, placing his hand atop Mirae's head and ruffling her hair some. "I wouldn't really worry about that kind of talk just yet, Agassi. Your Papa  likes to jump the gun...a lot."

The girl nodded in understanding, or at least that's what Taehyung assumed. But the older man knew that Mirae didn't have any idea just what lay in store for her in the coming years. She had no idea at all, but that was what made the future worth looking forward to. 

Surely there would be plenty of happy days like this to come.

Because now he had the time.

F I N

So happy you're back! Poor Yoongi is so confused by his feelings, it's so cute I just want to hug him.

The Arrangement Chapter 35

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Getting ready for Jin to come over. Our lovebirds adjusting to that weird new feelings stage, slight angst.  AN: You all rock. Thank you so much for the kind words these past few weeks regarding my health and my writing. Seriously. It is very much appreciated. Previous chapter here

You changed into a casual dress for hanging out with Jin. Washing your face and applying a little under eye cream, you tried to make yourself look awake. As you appraised yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t tell that you had spent the earlier part of the day crying. Perfect. You walked out to the living room. Seeing no sign of Yoongi, you headed over to where you had left your phone charging. The phone lit up in the corner, indicating missed messages. Sighing, you unlocked it.

Jimin: text me later when you’re feeling up to it. I’m so sorry about what happened.

Sweet Jimin. You were so grateful to him for reaching out to Yoongi. And also surprised that Yoongi had read the message from Jimin.

YN: Hey. I’m feeling better. Still kind of shitty. But oh well.

Jimin: Wanna go get drunk together?

YN: I already have plans but maybe later XD

Jimin: Plans? A date with your valiant rescuer?

You rolled your eyes. If Jimin only knew. Biting your lip you responded.

YN: :/ Something like that…Watching a game with Jin and Yoongi I think.

Jimin: Lin is letting Jin do stuff?!?!

YN: They broke up a week or so ago.

Jimin: wow. That’s like a record then. Ok. If you get bored with the bro scene hit me up. Glad you’re feeling better :*

YN: Sure thing. Thanks again for texting Yoongi.

Jimin: I got you. Btw it was very hot how he stormed into the office.

You snorted. Oh no. 

YN: …….i think I preferred when you two were enemies XD

The next message you opened caused a smile to fill your face. You saw where Jin had sent several photos of different wine bottles, with an emphasis on their labels. He had sent some cat, elephant, and tarot card inspired designs.

Jin: Which one do you want?

YN: Surprise me. Seriously.

Jin: Too late. I already picked one. It’s not one of the ones I sent.

YN: lol ok.

You sat your phone down and found sadness slowly creeping over you. You glanced around the apartment, eyes darting from the couch where you and Yoongi had shared your first kiss, to the windows that showcased the beautiful view of the Han river. You had only been here a short time, but the thought of leaving filled you with dread and sadness. You looked up at the Loft area. And Yoongi. Fuck you would miss him…you… No. You decided to try not to dwell on what had happened earlier. You had done your job well. The photoshoot would look great in print; the album would be successful, and Namjoon would get over it. And if he didn’t, Yoongi said he would figure something out. You just had to believe in yourself and trust Yoongi. You could do that.

Still looking towards the loft area, you realized that you heard Yoongi’s voice. You moved closer to the stairs and paused near the bottom. You listened carefully, at first wondering if he was on the phone. After several seconds though, it became obvious he was singing. You found yourself leaning in to hear him better. You had heard him rap and sing on his CDs but you had never actually heard him do it in person. The melody descended upon you. It wasn’t a song you were familiar with. You leaned against the wall. The words had stopped and instead he was proceeding to hum the melody once more. Definitely a new song, you mused. Feeling vaguely like you were intruding on something private, you slowly padded back down the stairs and over to the kitchen. You texted Yoongi and Jin.

YN: What do you guys want for food?

Jin: HAMBURGERS

Yoongi: That’s fine.

YN: Text me what you want on them and then text when you are heading over Jin.

Jin: You got it.

Yoongi: Do I have to text my order or can I just tell you?  :p

You yelled up to the loft area, “Brat!”  you giggled and sat your phone down. You would wait a bit longer before placing the order. 

You heard some movement above you and then the slight creaking of the stairs under Yoongi’s weight. He smirked at you as he came into the kitchen. “So don’t text you my order?”

“You’re very funny. You know that?” You rolled your eyes slightly for emphasis. “You seem to be feeling better.” He said, walking around you and over to the refrigerator. He pulled out an iced coffee. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head. “No thanks. I heard you singing a little bit earlier. Is it going to be on your new album?”

Yoongi froze slightly, then forced himself to finish swallowing his sip of coffee. “Did you hear the lyrics?” He licked his chapped lips. You found yourself staring at them.

“No, just some of the melody and then you humming. Sorry. I came out here to check my phone and just kind of overheard it,” you apologized, feeling like you had done something wrong, but not quite sure what.

Yoongi seemed visibly relieved. “Yeah, it’s just one of the ones I’ve been working on. I guess I didn’t even realize I was singing it.”

You leaned across the counter. “Well it sounded good. I look forward to hearing it once it’s all official and stuff.”

“Eh I’m not sure if it will end up on the album. We’ll see. I might end up giving it to Adora to use.” He took another sip of the coffee and placed it on the counter. “The new couch should get here Monday.”

“Nice. Is it going in front of the fireplace or over by the tv?”

Yoongi answered with a groan. “Ugh. We need to move that sofa back to the TV area.” He gestured vaguely to where it was; still parked in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, right.” You started to move over towards it. “You’re not trying to have a nice romantic evening with Jin?” You teased as you started to pull the furniture across the tile.

“Wait for me, speedy.” Yoongi moved around the kitchen island and joined on the other side. “And no. In general I avoid romantic evenings.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “What do you call what we’ve been up to lately? “ You two almost had the couch back to its original location.

“I’ve made an exception lately, because I like you.” He clarified, avoiding eye contact.

“Well thank you for your sacrifice. I’m sure it’s been difficult for you.” You responded as the couch arrived back at its original location in front of the television.

Yoongi chewed on his lips. He wasn’t sure if you were joking or not; suddenly very aware that these past few days had altered the course of your relationship in a way that left him both excited and nervous.

You sat down on the couch, letting your head relax against the edge. It had been a fucking day. You expected Yoongi to join you, but the seat next to you remained empty. You looked over to see him gazing pensively out the window. “You ok?”

Yoongi looked back over at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean it.”

You cocked your head to the side slightly. “Didn’t mean what?”

He straightened up slightly. “I didn’t mean that I don’t like spending time with you.”

You blinked once. Twice. Trying to figure out what he was referencing. “I know.”

“Oh. ok. Sorry,” He seemed flustered. 

“Hey. Come here.” You said, patting the couch. You were unsure of where this sudden uncertainty had come from. Up until a few minutes ago things had seemed so normal between the two of you despite the changes that had occurred. You worried a little, concerned that this was because of what he had said earlier. Maybe he had changed his mind; maybe he just said those things to make you feel better. No. Yoongi wouldn’t do that, you reassured yourself.

Yoongi sat on the couch, clearly uncomfortable though. 

You scooted closer and took one of his hands in yours. “I know you were joking. Ok? I don’t want things to get weird between us.” 

Yoongi looked into your eyes. How was this happening? He felt his heart beating faster. He locked his lips before beginning, “Aren’t things already weird between us? We’re in a stuffed animal sleeping battle and you started working for me under a marriage contract.” 

You laughed, “Ok. Well. I guess then yes. Things are weird. But,” You shoved his arm playfully. “You know what I mean. I knew you were teasing me earlier. I like your dry sense of humor. I get it. Ok? I think you’re funny. ”

It took Yoongi a second. While he was used to praise for his musical talents, he rarely heard any compliments about his personality. So many people thought he was cold or mean. It took him a second to formulate a response “Yeah. ok. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just overthinking things.” 

You both heard your phones buzz. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took his phone out of his pocket. “Jin texted his order. He’ll be over in 45 minutes.” 

“Gotcha. Seriously though. Text me your order so I can just copy and paste it into the app.” You played around subconsciously with Yoongi’s hand that was still between yours.

“Ok,” he pulled his hand away slowly, moving it up to your face. He scooted slightly closer as he pressed his mouth against yours. His chapped lips felt perfect. Butterflies filled your stomach, you didn’t think you would ever get used to this. Just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled away and stood up. “I’m going to go get some more work done. I’ll text you my order.”

“K,” you responded, smiling stupidly up at him as you recovered from the surprise kiss. You watched him wander over to the stairs. Grabbing your phone, you found yourself wondering what the heck had happened just now. Yoongi usually seemed so confident and self-assured it was strange how things had shifted so suddenly. 

You remembered that Yoongi had said he had lots of shitty things happen in his past, much like you. No matter how successful and healed you may be, trauma left its mark deep inside. And much like you found yourself randomly crying in a park one day as a parent yelled at their child, you knew Yoongi likely had events that triggered him. All you could do was hope one day he would talk to you about it more if he wanted to. 

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To Blossom 🚀 Chapter 14

Until a gentle pair of hands supported her waist, and a sigh tumbled from her lips.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at her soulmate, and the world stood tranquil as if fuzzy to anything but him. Her skin was tingling and filling her with a warmth she couldn't name but was thankful for, and at that moment, her thoughts stilled. She was overthinking things and making everything harder. There he was, supporting her again. Saying that he'd focus on nothing but her while she would selfishly decide everything against his wishes and complicate things. When he needed to be safe too.

She turned to look at him and her heart shook in its unbridled racing; when she wanted to stay by his side too.

golden-jeon-jungkook

The 5th entry of my Soulmate AU Series - I haven't touched it since November so after almost 7k words in today... maybe we're over the hard part now.

To Blossom 🚀 Chapter 16

He finished tucking her in, then grinned widely and hid his face in a pillow possibly to laugh as she pursed her lips. He had placed pillows all around her and wrapped her tightly inside the blanket, making a cocoon of sorts. She raised an eyebrow as he laughed quietly, a grin wide on his face.

“What are you doing?” She asked and instantly a subtone of amusement tried to slip through. She wasn’t mad, and his laughter eased her heart so much she could swear it took wing.

Instead of answering, he bit his lip and let her wiggle a little until she was comfortable. She was really there, wrapped in his blanket and afloat on his pillows with slightly puffy hair contrasting with the fluffy fabrics. He just couldn’t get enough of it.

Baby Talk - Part IV ~TEASER~

SOOOOO the chapter was supposed to post tonight, but Ryn didn't get a chance to check it out because of her work schedule and I don't want to post without her being able to take a full look at the content. So, here is a teaser from the beginning of the chapter that she did get to look at!

Sorry for the inconvenience guys! We're gonna aim for tomorrow evening for the full chapter to post!

Pairing: Jikook X Reader

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Romance, Pregnancy!AU, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: (FOR THE TEASER) Threats against a pregnant person (not descriptive), explicit language

Words: 329

You’d hit the 16 week mark and the boys were begging for you to get another ultrasound so they could see the babies better. And by the boys, you mean Jungkook.

“Please Y/N! I want to see them, they’re so small here. I know they’re getting bigger, look at you!” Jungkook cooed, palming your stomach gently. You huffed before nodding slowly.

“Alright alright, make the appointment and I’ll go,” you sighed, rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, cramps and insomnia running rampant through your body.

Jimin came over with some food for you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Here you are, Y/N, bagel with cream cheese and mustard,” he smiled brightly.

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” you smiled.

“I’m sweet too! Why don’t you compliment me?” Jungkook pouted. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Kook, honestly,” you laughed. However, you froze in panic as you realized Jimin’s nickname for his partner slipped out of your lips.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

“You are sweet kookie, but, I win currently because I’m the most recent bringer of food, I get extra points,” Jimin smirked.

Your heart eased at the fact Jimin brushed over the blatant use of Jungkook’s pet name. But, there was still a thrumming in your veins. Panic thickening in your throat.

“I demand a recount,” Jungkook frowned. Jimin just smiled and rubbed his fingers over Jungkook’s face to soothe him.

Your fingers itched to do the same…

Ever since Jimin’s episode, you’ve felt so much closer to the two of them. The vulnerability and affection was getting harder to hide on your part. You were even starting to see something from them as well.

Or was it you wanting to see it, and making it appear?

You sighed and looked at your phone, a message coming across the screen.

UNKNOWN: you better watch your back you ungrateful bitch.

Ice cold fear trickled down your spine at the harsh words.

W-Who was this?

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Peonies in the Abyss. - WIP. Series. Spy / Secret Agent AU. Explicit smut and violence.

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December = Red, Green, and Gold time...

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Adult / Mature Content. 🔞

Please note that all my works have named OCs. I do not write 'Y/N' or 'x Reader' fics (just a personal writing preference).

Click on below links for more info about each work.

Peonies in the Abyss. - WIP. Series. Spy / Secret Agent AU. Explicit smut and violence.

Red, Green, and Gold. - Completed. Holiday / Christmas fic. Explicit smut. On AO3 and Wattpad.

2! 3! 4?: Completed. PWP / Threesome drabble. Roommates AU. Explicit smut.

When We Were... Us. - Completed. Series. Arranged Marriage AU. Explicit smut.

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the comforts of creatures (5)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, hurt + comfort + recovery, angst with a happy ending, fluff, eventual smut

→ word count: 4.8k

→ summary: you learn what you are, and your reaction is far from what they expected. as they try to help you feel safe, the boys learn about your triggers, and they try their hardest to help in any way they can.

→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (self-loathing, mistrust, flashbacks/nightmares) effects of brainwashing, lil’ bit of lore, overt and internalized racism/species-ism (?), vomiting, anxiety, mentions of starvation/food poisoning, mentions of physical abuse, dissociation, mentions of torture, aversion to touch, mc pushes jimin but he’s okay, jimin is an angel, facial/body scars, body dysmorphia/repulsion

→ a/n: thank y’all for your patience :) here’s some more hurt before the comfort lol

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part 5: scars and soothers

“This is you.”

The man is pointing at a detailed image drawn in faded ink. The rest of the page is filled with scripted text and anatomical diagrams.

You can’t look at first, scared of what you’ll find.

When you finally do, you don’t know what to think. There’s the thought that he’s kidding, he’s lying. He can’t be serious.

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