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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

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

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

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

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

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

Word Count: 2,450

Chapter 26: Young Forever

“Even when I fall and hurt myself, I keep running toward my dream.”

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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Dawn had not yet stretched its lovely red fingers toward the sky. She was still sleeping, waiting for the moon to take its rest after providing the world with its light. The world was cold; a chilly breeze rushed over Jimin’s body and he hugged the tweed jacket a little closer to his frame. He was accustomed to the shadows, the few people who continued to mill about on the streets serving as a faceless and nameless backdrop to his world.

A world of darkness.

Every day and night that passed, Jimin prayed that he would be able to greet the sun – to feel its warmth on his face. Spring was on the horizon, seemingly just around the corner. Despite the warmth that it provided, as it did every year, Jimin never truly felt he deserved the sun. He walked the dark and broken road that his brothers walked, not wanting them to face the hardships of the future alone. All in the name of a dream that they shared; together.

The dream was no longer a dream.

It was now reality.

And yet Jimin still couldn’t quite fathom it. For nearly ten years, it was a seemingly unattainable goal. Not that he didn’t believe in his Hyungs or the drive of his own younger brothers. They were determined and, as a result, he was equally determined to make impossibilities possible. Just as they depended on him, he regarded them as his own source of inspiration.

Without them, he had no dream of his own.

He didn’t know when he’d come to this realization, but it was something he kept very close to himself. Jimin never wanted to burden his brothers with the troubles that often circulated in his mind and in his heart. Years ago, when they were young and believed that their life path was already forged, Jimin thought that he would simply take over his family’s pastry shop. It was just something that was always assumed – a source of income readily provided for him. His passion for serving customers and throwing his heart into a cake seemed natural.

He foolishly assumed the same for the others.

Seokjin’s family was of old money – a line of aristocrats that continued to carry the tradition of handling the financial aspects of their little country town. Namjoon’s father was the local doctor and his mother ran the pharmacy. Hoseok’s line consisted of farmers and it was always believed that he, too, would take up farm work. Taehyung’s family were also farmers; their orchard was rich and always provided a bountiful harvest. Yoongi’s father was a police officer, slotted for the position of police chief in Hwaseong, and his mother owned a boutique.

Jungkook’s future was the only one that was uncertain; his parents dumping him off at an orphanage when he was still just an elementary student.

In a way, Jimin wondered if they were doing this for their maknae; the one whose place at the finish line was undetermined. He didn’t have the heart to outright ask Namjoon if this was the true endgame for them all. Because save for Jungkook, they had security; they had certainty.

They had a future.

At least this way, they all had a guaranteed one.

With this in mind, he was less worried about the path they carved to get to this point. Blood was shed and sacrifices were made. It was necessary in some respects. But now they could put it behind them. They could go back to being the people they once were. Wild and free from the chains that bound them; young forever.

That was the hope, anyway.

Jimin sighed, brushing some of his hair away from his face as he came to the end of the sidewalk. The crosswalk blinked and beeped, alerting all to stop. Traffic zoomed by in opposite directions of each other and people around him continued their conversations. Some were animated – boys consoling their beloveds. Others were the standard fussings of loved ones reassuring the people they were on the phone with that they would be home soon.

His own phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see who was calling him. Seeing Jungkook’s name picture flash across the screen, he smiled and answered.

“Oh, Jungkook-ah,” he said with a smile, “what’s up?”

“Hyung, you look cold,” Jungkook said, causing Jimin to look around him. But as far as he could tell, he didn’t see his younger brother anywhere. He heard him laugh on the other line. “In front of you, Hyung. Across the street.”

Jimin looked across the street and saw Jungkook on the other side of the crosswalk, waving one arm back and forth excitedly. Jimin shook his head and chuckled, eliciting another laugh from Jungkook.

“Stay there. I’ll come to you.”

“Okay!”

He hung up the phone, dropping it back into his pocket just as the light changed. Everyone began moving at once and Jimin made sure to keep himself just a little bit ahead of the others. It was a short walk, but Jimin felt like he was literally walking down memory lane; experiencing everything they’d gone through in just a few short steps. When he reached the other side, it was Jeon Jungkook the man who was standing in front of him; not the boy.

I wonder when it was that he became an adult, he thought just as Jungkook reached out to wrap his arm around Jimin’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Hyung! I’ll warm you up!”

Jimin laughed at Jungkook’s wide smile. “This guy,” he said at the tail end of his laugh, “don’t be ridiculous.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin a little bit closer before releasing him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I can’t help it.” He shrugged. “I think we deserve to be a little silly, don’t you?” He saw Jungkook’s smile soften. “We can finally take a breath, right?”

The question took Jimin by surprise. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have, though. It seemed that Jungkook must have been worrying about their futures just as much as he was. Maybe even more. The end of the race was upon them and it felt like they’d been running toward that very end for so long.

So very long.

Reaching out with one hand, he ruffled Jungkook’s hair playfully – laughing when he saw his younger brother sidestep out of the way. Honestly, he didn’t know how to answer Jungkook. He wanted to tell him that he was right; that it was okay to breathe and take in all the clean air they’d been denied for all these years. But there was still a level of trepidation that existed in their world; as though things hadn’t been resolved quite yet.

Instead, he chose to change the subject.

“You’re out late, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin said, catching the look his younger brother gave him, “were you on your way home?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“I, uh,” Jungkook began, not sure if he wanted to finish what he was starting to say. Jimin watched him scratch the side of his head and he couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from him. Jungkook looked like a schoolboy who was about to get scolded. “…I was just taking a walk.”

“Did you go see Noona?”

Jungkook’s cheeks reddened and it wasn’t from the cold. Jimin laughed again, dodging a cuff that was aimed at his shoulder.

“Hyung, stop teasing me!”

“But you make it so easy.”

Jimin lightly bumped his shoulder against Jungkook’s, amused at the younger man hanging his head in defeat. He’d been caught. He decided to tease him some more.

“You could have just stayed the night.”

Jungkook balked at the idea, rearing his head back slightly as if Jimin had suggested he run for a political office of some kind.

Jimin shrugged. “What? It’s not like you haven’t stayed the night before.”

“That was different,” he said, shrugging both shoulders as he kicked the front of his shoe across the pavement.

“How so?”

“I was sick and could barely walk!” Jungkook pouted as he looked at him. “I’m a man who respects boundaries, okay?”

Jimin smiled, shaking his head as he sighed. “So what? You both were up binge watching some show or playing video games until she kicked you out?” He clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Heartless, that woman.”

“Tell me about it!” Jungkook exclaimed suddenly, causing a few pedestrians to look in their direction. He cleared his throat loudly and Jimin stifled the urge to laugh loudly, biting his lower lip for an added measure. “I could have just slept on the couch.”

“Give it some time, Jungkook-ah,” he reassured, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to give it a squeeze, “she’s trying and showing she cares in her own way. Don’t read too much into it.”

Jungkook groaned. “Easy for you to say. She actually likes you.”

He raised a brow. “And you think she doesn’t like you?” Jimin scoffed, his hand falling back to his side. “I don’t recall her telling Seokjin Hyung that she was my girlfriend, do you?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“B-Because!” Jungkook looked genuinely flustered and Jimin smirked. “I mean, we hadn’t even discussed it before that night. Like, not officially anyway.” He rubbed his hair roughly. “I was going to ask her properly that night, y’know? But she up and said it like that and what was I supposed to do?”

Jimin shrugged. “She’s an assertive person, Jungkook-ah. You should know that by now. Are you even surprised that she took matters into her own hands?”

“No, but still…”

“She stole your thunder?”

“Yes, she did!”

“Don’t be so selfish,” Jimin said, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook even though he was still smiling, “let her have this. Give her control.” He looked away from Jungkook and stared up at the sky, his pace slowing a measure. “She had a lot of things thrown into her lap at once and I’m sure she’s still trying to process it all, even now.”

Jungkook slowed his pace down as well, casting Jimin a sidelong glance. “Are you talking about Yoongi Hyung?”

Jimin said nothing; he only nodded. He heard Jungkook sigh beside him and he suddenly stopped, causing Jimin to halt his steps just a couple of feet ahead of him. He turned around and looked at Jungkook whose gaze was now pointed to the ground.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“…I know I should feel guilty for Yoongi Hyung,” he said softly, his eyes still cast downward, “and I know that he’s doing his best to pretend that everything is normal. He doesn’t treat me any differently.”

Jimin remained silent. He didn’t want to interrupt what Jungkook was trying to say; what he was trying to process and properly digest. In a way, he understood fully what was torturing Jungkook. He could grasp the concept more than he let on. But this was something that he knew Jungkook wanted to understand and handle on his own. He wouldn’t interfere, no matter how much he may want to.

No matter how much he cared for her.

“But sometimes I wish he would.” Jungkook finally lifted his gaze to meet Jimin’s, his brows furrowing as the worry lines formed on his forehead. “Sometimes I just wish Yoongi Hyung would punch me, curse me, and throw me away. It would hurt less if he did.”

He watched Jungkook avert his eyes. Sighing, Jimin took a step toward him so that he could close the gap. Once again, he reached out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. However, Jungkook didn’t step away. It almost looked like it hurt him slightly, but the real pain was tearing him apart from the inside. Jimin knew that look; the look of one who was bottling all their emotions inside in an attempt to appear normal and unfazed on the surface.

It was the look of a man who was doing his best to bury everything inside.

“It would hurt more to deny your heart what it wants, Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook looked up at him, his smile long gone despite Jimin’s remaining. “Yoongi Hyung? He’s a prime example of what you shouldn’t do. He may say otherwise, but I’m sure he regrets what he did and how things wound up. But you know what? That’s his burden to bear, not yours.”

“Jimin Hyung…”

“And regardless of the intent, Eden Noona was damaged by it. She was hurt and that’s something that Yoongi Hyung must come to terms with. That wound is deep, and it’s probably festered over the years.” His hand slid from Jungkook’s hair and fell back to his shoulder. “That is a scar on her heart that won’t go away. It will always be there. The only thing that you can do, what you’re now obligated to do, is acknowledge that pain and help her get through it. Not erase it.”

Jungkook blinked, seemingly unsure of what he was supposed to say next. But Jimin shook his head and smiled, patting his brother’s shoulder gently.

“By claiming to be your girlfriend, she’s giving you that opportunity. She wants to know what you’ll do with it.”

She’s stubborn and doesn’t believe she deserves to be loved by anyone.

“She wants to see if you’re going to be genuine from start to finish, wherever that might be.”

She doesn’t believe anyone will stay by her side; that she’ll be abandoned at a moment’s notice. Noona worries about that as much as you do, Jungkook-ah.

“So, the only thing you can do is continue being who you are; because you’re the one she chose.”

Jungkook’s eyes seemed to brighten and he nodded, his expression showcasing his newfound determination. They were now embracing the sunlight. They could enjoy the fruits of their labor and now, more than ever, could share it with someone.

“I…I gotta go, Hyung,” he said, turning to head in the opposite direction. “I’ll see you at home!”

Jimin watched as Jungkook began running down the sidewalk from where he’d originally come from. He paused, turning to look back at Jimin and he waved. Jimin returned the gesture and then saw him disappear into the small crowd of people.

It has to be you, Jungkook-ah…

When he was no longer in his sights, Jimin sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to paint itself across the sky. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he closed his eyes and waited for dawn to break through the clouds; for it to light up the world around him.

…because she didn’t choose 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

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

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

Word Count: 3,083

Chapter 31: Persona

“So I’m askin’ once again, yeah who the hell am I?”

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Amaryllis: The Past || JHS

For the @bangtanscenery​ - April Showers Bring May Flowers Project in celebration of the Spring Season!

Plot: The year is 1170 AD in the kingdom of Goryeo. Nestled in a quiet corner of their world, two people are drawn together and love blossoms in their hearts. However, as tensions begin to rise between their nations, they are unwillingly pulled into the conflict. Their determination to overcome all odds becomes the nail needed for Fate to hammer into their coffins.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: historical!au | period!au | soulmate!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Female OC (Bayaraa Ehri)

Warnings: Mild language, extreme angst, major character deaths

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

Word Count: 13.4K

AN: Guys, when I tell you that I wasn’t ready for this to be as big of a monster as I thought it would be, I was not prepared. At all. Period. This is the first Period/Historical!AU I’ve written in a while and definitely a first for BTS. I’ve always been a sucker for reincarnation stories and so laying the groundwork for this made me really happy. This is a tragic love story, but I promise that it will be better in the second part I plan on releasing next month! Enjoy and remember that you are loved!

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

Additional Warnings: Graphic depiction of physical violence, captured/kidnapping, major character death

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

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

Word Count: 3,525

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

AN: I know I’ve been gone. I know people have been waiting. I apologize for my absence. I just needed a moment to collect myself again and write and really get everything out that I needed in the course of these last few months. Thank you for being patient. Thank you to all the new followers and old alike. Thank you for being fans of this work. Forgive me for all the tears you are going to shed, but just know that I shed them with you.

Chapter 52: Promise

“Even if you feel that you are alone, don’t throw yourself away.”

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11:11AM

Jimin felt like stones were in his boots and pockets, but he continued to pull Eden alongside him. She’d stopped crying shortly after they parted from Jungkook. He could only guess that she understood the urgency of their situation, keeping herself as silent as possible. Jimin held her hand tightly in his, giving it a few reassuring squeezes every handful of seconds. He didn’t know how far into the reeds they were heading, but he knew he needed to circle around a few times to make sure the Jade Fang posse didn’t try to flank them at any given moment.

The image of Jungkook’s bloody smile, urging him to go, made his feet fall heavier against the grass. Not paying attention, his ankle nearly rolled in a small pothole, causing him to stumble forward half a step. Eden followed suit, but her ability to recover on short notice was nonexistent, and she tumbled to the ground on her knees. He quickly knelt beside her, checking to see if she’d hurt anything major.

It was the first time he was able to get a good look at her.

Bruises and welts littered her arms and legs. A few of the angry red lines bubbled crimson, threatening to spill out across her olive skin. Her jeans were now cut-offs, having been ripped away from the abuse she’d endured over the past six days. She had no shoes. The vibrant raven curls were matted with blood and neglect, tangled around her shoulders with a collection of dirt nesting in the strands. Lips that were often pressed over a cigarette or curled into a playful smile were now cracked and dry from dehydration. There was a large bloodstain across the front of her shirt where Jungkook embraced her, still slick and soaked into the fabric.

Her eyes, however, broke Jimin’s heart further. They appeared soulless; empty. It was as if all the fight he knew existed inside of her was gone; knocked completely out of her system.

“You’re hurt.”

Jimin recoiled, the sound of her voice so close giving him a start. She’d been staring at the ground earlier, but now she turned those empty eyes toward him. Her hand went to his face, to the side where his injury was still weeping blood. He caught her hand by the wrist moments before her fingers could press to his skin. She blinked and he smiled warmly toward her while massaging the inside of her palm with his thumb.

“I’m fine,” he whispered.

He didn’t want to see any more blood on her. Not even his.

Releasing her hand, his own went to massage her bare feet. She tried to pull away from him, but he held fast to her ankles to keep them in place. They were swollen and bruised. He urged her to pull her legs up so that her knees were upright, and he pressed soothing circles along the tops of her feet. Every so often he felt her jump under his ministrations, a soft hiss escaping through her teeth.

Jimin was thankful that Eden let him work in silence. Neither of them could say anything; the heaviness weighing on both of their hearts so paramount that it rendered them speechless. He focused on alleviating the stress on her feet; nothing else. He couldn’t allow himself to think about too much else. They were still in imminent danger and there was always the chance that they could be overtaken at any given moment. His senses were on high alert, refusing to be distracted by any sounds not immediately in his range of focus.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Eden croaked weakly. His hands paused but he didn’t look at her. “You both should never have come for me.”

“Noona,” he said softly, resuming his movements, “stop.”

Jimin felt her legs tremble underneath his hands.

“If you’d just left me there, then Jungkook wouldn’t be…”

“Please stop.”

Eden covered her face with her hands, attempting to smother out the sob that threatened to come out.

“…you should have just let me die.”

“Jesu-ssi,” seethed Jimin.

His hands ceased moving and he cut his eyes toward Eden as she slowly lowered her hands down from her face. The honorific must have shaken her as this was the first time he’d used it. He couldn’t formally call her his sister-in-law since Jungkook was hell-bent on keeping their marriage a secret for the time being. The title gave her pause, long enough for her to cease her shaking – her hands moving to cling at the grass around them.

“Don’t dishonor his sacrifice. My brother, your husband, wouldn’t want to hear you talking like that.” His icy expression melted, easing into the face that he knew he could always show her. The face he always did show her. “And I don’t want to either.”

Eden appeared to regain her senses, her expression hardening with determination. She nodded and he smiled, waiting for her to catch her breath before he continued to massage her legs and feet.

He finished up, rolling back on his heels as he moved into a crouched position. Eden gathered herself up, resting her knees on the grass. Jimin erased his breath, hyper-focusing on the area around them.

…it’s too quiet.

He hadn’t heard any movements, save for their own, for quite some time now. This didn’t sit easy with him, but he swallowed his mounting nerves for Eden’s sake. She was already rattled from so much trauma and he didn’t want to add to it by revealing his own unease. Instead, he remained reticent and alert.

Jimin’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he held Eden’s hand when he saw her nearly jump to her feet from the sudden noise. Holding a finger up to his lips, he pulled out his phone to check the screen. It was another message from Yoongi.

Yoongi: We’ll be there in ten minutes!

Smiling, he didn’t bother responding. There wasn’t much time and Jimin knew he had to get them to the blue barrels. Judging from the distance and all the zigzagging they’d done, they were further from their destination than they’d been earlier. He slowly rose to his feet, pulling Eden up with him. There seemed to be a little bit more life in her eyes this time which gave him some relief.

“Who was it?”

“Yoongi Hyung.” He felt her squeezing his hand. “He and the others are on their way.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Lacing his fingers through hers, Jimin pulled her along gently. He didn’t want to risk giving her a piggyback ride as that would put her head above the reeds. The lower they stayed, the safer they were.

11:17AM

Every so often, he would stop so Eden could take a rest. Jimin mentally cursed himself for running them deeper into the thicket instead of closer to the meeting spot. As problematic as Eden’s injuries were, they didn’t have the luxury to stop. They had to keep going.

“Do you remember when we first met?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet as they moved.

“Who could forget?” Eden said softly. He could hear the smile in her voice. “You saw me shootin’ dice with those homeless guys.”

He bit back a laugh. Jimin mistook her for a homeless person because of all the grease and oil smudges on her clothes and face. Her clothes were frumpy and her hair was pulled back into one of her infamous work-buns with a bandana wrapped around it. The cigarette she smoked was a little beat up, but she smiled mischievously as she collected her winnings. It was a paltry amount, but she didn’t even keep it. Instead, she threw some of her own cash into the pile, making the men promise to use it on food and not booze.

“I can’t believe you thought I was some street bum,” she muttered.

“You looked terrible and I assumed.” Jimin pushed out a path for them, noting the terrain. They would need to circle around one more time to get back on their desired route. “What else was I supposed to think?”

“Apparently you thought I needed saving.”

He did. Jimin offered to bring her to his church. He didn’t know she was a Christian herself. He remembered her thanking him since, apparently, she’d been searching for a church to attend to for some time. Jimin recalled how hard she cuffed him when he told her she needed to stop gambling in order to get right with God.

“’Jesus loves me just the way I am’ is what you said.”

“No,” she countered, “’Jesus loves me just the way I am, and you should too’ is what I said.”

“And I do.”

He felt a tug at his arm from Eden stopping suddenly. Jimin turned to look at her and saw a confused look on her face. His expression softened, feeling an overwhelming sense of longing washing over him. He wouldn’t elaborate on the meaning of his words, however, despite knowing that the look she gave was asking for just that: elaboration. It wasn’t the time and it wasn’t the place. He didn’t think it ever would be.

Instead, he gave her his usual smile – the smile he knew she could trust and believe in; rely on.

I love you.

A twig snapped and Jimin’s body reacted. Lowering himself, he dashed to the right – yanking Eden along with him. Their position was compromised and they needed to hurry before getting overtaken. Jimin assessed their location as he pulled Eden down beside him, crouching low to cover themselves in the shadows of the reeds. Footsteps rushed nearby, the owners pausing every so often to look around and search the area. They quieted their breathing and he frowned when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again. The others were close, if not already there.

Jimin couldn’t worry about his brothers. They would be smart and stay out of sight.

“Let’s go,” he whispered to Eden, “we’re going to make a run for it.”

She nodded, gripping onto his hand harder.

“On the count of three, okay? One…two…three!”

They bolted from their crouched positions, barreling through the reeds as fast as they could. Jimin forced himself to steady his pacing, knowing that Eden’s strength was all but gone. Pushing her this hard would hurt, but he prayed that her stubborn nature would ignore her injuries long enough to get to safety. Even as the reeds cut and grabbed at them, Jimin pressed on. Eden’s labored breathing became more and more evident, and he apologized to her internally. They couldn’t stop. They had to keep going. Her freedom, her escape from this place, took precedence over everything else in Jimin’s mind.

He would shield her when the time came.

A sharp whistling sound cut through their breaths. Jimin grabbed Eden, pulling her hard to the left. His eyes darted to the side – noting that some kind of projectile was fired. But it wasn’t a bullet. He hadn’t heard a gun fire and even a silencer had a distinct tone when suppressing the sound of a bullet being discharged.

Horrifying realization squeezed against his lungs.

It’s a crossbow!

The shiff of another projectile resounded and Jimin jumped, slamming his shoulder into Eden’s. They both fell to the ground right as he saw the bolt fly by – just barely clipping Eden’s ear. He blanketed her entire body with his own, his hand resting on the back of her head to keep her face down to the grass. Their bodies moved in time with their breathing, heavy and rushed.

“Dammit,” he muttered, glaring over his shoulder, “we’re close.”

Eden whined. He felt her shoulders trembling and he knew that she was very aware of their current predicament. The sound of feet pounding into the grass and reeds breaking cut through the panic threatening to suffocate him.

“Noona, listen to me,” he said into the shell of Eden’s ear, “when I tell you, I want you to run straight in that direction.” Eden lifted her head as he pointed to the East of them. “Don’t even think about stopping, no matter what you hear. Yoongi Hyung and the others will be waiting for you.”

Something passed over her face and her eyes widened. “What about you?”

“They’re shooting at us, so I’m going to draw their fire.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“You sound like Jungkook right now.” Jimin smiled while shaking his head. “I’ll be fine. It’s faster for you to get to them first. I’m right behind you.”

“How can you be right behind me when you’re going to draw them away from me?”

“Stop being stubborn and just do what I say. I’m faster than you right now.”

Eden seemed to process what he was saying and she sighed angrily, tugging and ripping at the grass within her reach. He knew she couldn’t argue with him. Jimin left no room for her to.

Jimin took a breath, held it, then released it slowly. Then, he rolled from her body completely.

“Go!”

Like a track runner, Eden bolted from the ground and tore through the reeds – disappearing from his sight in a matter of seconds. He smiled ruefully to himself before rolling onto his side to stand. His eyes noted the fresh splatters of blood on the ground and he quickly checked his body for any injuries he may have missed. As he followed the trail, he saw that it led in the direction Eden was heading.

Her injuries worsened and she was bleeding out.

“Shit,” he said, doubling back and heading after her.

His mind was rattled with his need to chase Eden. How could he have put that pressure on her knowing what state her body was in? If he ran full-speed, Jimin knew that he would be able to close the distance she’d put between them easily.

He didn’t hear the crunch of grass behind him until the last second. He didn’t note the danger until it was too late. Pain exploded across his shoulder blade, the force of the impact knocking him off kilter. Jimin grit his teeth, whirling his body around and keeping it upright. He reached behind his shoulder, grasping at the bolt protruding from his back. His nerves screamed in protest to the amount of pressure he was forcing in his attempt to pull the bolt out of him.

The harsh whistle of another arrow flying at him caused Jimin to throw his body backward, the force of him hitting the ground breaking the bolt in half. He could feel what remained of the arrow burying itself further into his shoulder blade and he opened his mouth to silently scream.

Jimin’s vision blurred instantly. The pain he felt was immeasurable. More reeds broke as he heard the many approaching footsteps to his spot. He dragged his elbows along the grass, attempting to shuffle into a nearby thicket to hide himself. But as he moved, he saw the tell-tale trail of blood smeared near his legs. Even if he hid, they’d be able to find him without much effort.

Deciding to stay where he was, he waited for his assailants to reveal themselves. In seconds, he watched the reeds part as two Jade Fang members appeared with Sohn Shownu right behind them. Propped on his shoulder was a crossbow gun. It didn’t take Jimin long to see that another bolt was prepped in the chamber.

“You know, I’ve never been a fan of these things.” Shownu shrugged the shoulder the gun rested on. “But I have to admit, they’re pretty useful.”

Jimin scoffed. “A little unfair, don’t you think?”

Shownu lowered the gun, cradling it in his arms as he pointed the end of the bolt directly at Jimin. “I’m afraid this isn’t about being fair, Jimin-ah.” He squeezed the trigger to release the bolt directly into Jimin’s leg. The pain was expected, albeit sudden, and Jimin yelled in outrage. “It’s about making a point.”

A coppery tang registered in Jimin’s mind. He’d bitten his tongue.

“And what point would that be?” he growled through his teeth.

Smirking, Shownu reloaded another bolt into the gun. “That this isn’t personal. Any last words?”

Jimin said nothing. He only glared up at the man he’d once called “Hyung” years ago.

Shownu aimed the gun a little higher, the point of the bolt glinting off the morning sunlight. “You should take comfort in knowing that you and Taehyung are leaving this world the same way.”

For a moment, clarity sank in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. If Taehyung was dead, then the person who messaged them about Eden was preparing this trap. It was all a setup!

“Goodbye, Park Jimin.”

11:27AM

It was cold.

His body felt so cold.

He’d been alone for about five minutes now. Maybe six. His math might have been wrong.

Jimin’s fingers curled around the crossbow bolt that was lodged in his stomach. He felt the sticky trail of his blood leaking from his mouth beginning its descent along his neck. His body forced him to cough involuntarily, the pain around his stomach and back now a phantom ache humming along his skin.

Where his body lacked the ability to move, his mind raced – a rapid succession of flash frames. Jimin could only laugh weakly, more blood bubbling from his mouth and raining down on the ground. His body protested against the movements, but he shifted one hand from around the bolt to dig into the pocket of his jeans. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for.

The phone rang twice before going to voicemail.

“Yo, this is Kim Taehyung! I’m probably busy, y’know, out livin’ the good life, but leave a message and I’ll think about hittin’ you back up. Later!”

“Ya, Kim Taehyung,” Jimin croaked, spitting up more blood as he chuckled, “you son of a bitch. How could you just take off for the gates of the Underworld alone? Huh?” Tears formed in his eyes as he stared listlessly into the sky. “Don’t even think about stirring up a bunch of shit without me. Jungkook and I will be there soon.”

With what strength he had left, Jimin hung up the call. His arm dropped limply at his side, the phone sliding from his fingers to rest in the grass. He blinked hot tears to clear his vision.

Huh , he thought as the tears continued to fall, strange. I don’t feel cold anymore.

As his vision began to focus, he saw the large expanse of sky above him. Jimin tilted his head, as though he were looking at it for the first time in his life. There was a sense of wonderment that lingered in his mind, the feeling in his body numbing slowly from his feet up.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.”

Forgive me, my brothers...

And then he felt it. Warmth. He could feel the warmth of the sun on not just his face, but his entire body. Jimin smiled, closing his eyes slowly so that he could bask in it fully. The thought of Eden making it to safety passed through his mind as a soft breeze brushed against him.

...we will meet again, I promise.

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

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

Word Count: 2,258

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

AN: It’s just a downhill slope from now on, guys. That’s all I have to say, really...

Chapter 56: Does It Make Sense?

“Talk is not over, it doesn’t make sense still. Problem is not over, it doesn’t make sense....”

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Hwaseong – Gyeonggi District South Korea

There was a hole in the household now.

A hole so large that there wasn’t a chance for it to be filled.

Half the world was taken from them and they were still reeling from it all.

The only thing that kept Seokjin from spiraling out of control was the sight of Anastasia holding their child. He pulled her close as she slept, doing his best not to disturb her rest. He watched as their son, Gidae, cooed and pulled a fussy face before falling back asleep. Reaching out with his hand, Seokjin lightly pressed his finger against his small nose. Gidae giggled, coughed, then reached out blindly to grab Seokjin’s finger, squeezing it.

Misty-eyed, he laid there for a moment longer to admire the two beings who mattered so much to him. After a few more selfish moments, Seokjin pulled himself away from the bed and quietly closed the door. He quickly made his way downstairs where his parents were waiting. His mother pulled him into an embrace almost immediately.

“Thank you, Eomma,” he whispered, and he felt his mother squeeze him a little harder, “I appreciate you looking after them.”

His mother pulled away from him a measure, looking into his gaze. “Of course, Seokjin-ah. She’s the mother of our grandchild.”

He felt his father clap a hand on his shoulder. “Are you planning on marrying her?”

Seokjin grinned. “I will once I finish up some business.” His mother brushed his bangs off his forehead and he gave her a kiss to her cheek. “I promise.”

He glanced toward the stairwell and smiled gently. You’ll be safe here with Hope, Ana…

After reassuring his family that everything was fine, he quickly vacated the house where Hoseok was waiting for him. He bowed respectfully to his parents and Seokjin waved, the two of them making their way down the street. With the promise that he would make more time to come visit them, Hoseok led them from Seokjin’s childhood home.

There was a heavy silence that sat between them. Neither of them wanted to admit it out loud. Seokjin also knew there was something dark growing around Hoseok. It was an aura he hadn’t felt from him in several years. If he was a lesser man, Seokjin would have spoken of his fear out loud. But growing up around all his childhood friends, his brothers, reminded him of how far they’d all come.

Coming back to Hwaseong only reinforced the feeling.

“Hyung,” called Hoseok, interrupting the quiet that surrounded them.

He paused, not realizing that he’d continued walking ahead of him. Pausing, Seokjin turned to look back as Hoseok’s eyes remained cast toward the ground.

“What is it, Hoseok-ah?”

“I’m angry.”

Seokjin pursed his lips together, keeping his silence. He knew there was more his younger brother wanted to express. Two words hardly seemed enough.

“I can’t stop thinking about what Jungkook said.” Hoseok’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “It keeps playing like a record in my head. Over and over again.”

“Hoseok-ah…”

“If we had just pushed through…if we had just wiped out Changkyun and the others back then—”

“What good does thinking that do now?”

Both Seokjin and Hoseok turned, looking down the long stretch of road where more houses were. They saw Taehyung coming up the street, hands stuffed in his pockets with a limb of barley hanging from his lips. His sneakers, ripped jeans, and oversized sweater gave Seokjin pause. It was like he was seeing the younger version of Taehyung again – rebellious. He often had a smile on his face, deterring others from his internal thoughts. It was his distraction method.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung was a powder keg ready to explode.

He stopped a few feet away from them, spitting the barley stem from his mouth. Seokjin could feel the canyon growing between them and he tried to put on a brave face. He didn’t think he had the mental fortitude to handle whatever look was painted over Hoseok’s face at that moment.

Instead, Seokjin did what he could to bridge said gap.

“How is Raelyn-ssi?”

Taehyung grinned, shrugging one shoulder. “She gets along with my sister, so that’s a plus. My parents are a little standoffish for now, but that’s to be expected.”

Seokjin nodded. All of them agreed that the best course of action was to bring the girls out of Seoul. Having them return with them to their hometown was settled between everyone. They would be safer there. While their families weren’t a hundred percent sure what their business ventures entailed for the last ten years, they were smart enough to pick up the context clues that were left behind. People could hardly call their families traditionalist, which made placing the girls into their childhood homes easy.

The three of them began walking, Taehyung keeping a solid two feet away from them as they moved through the streets. Several familiar faces passed them and they greeted them accordingly. Seokjin almost forgot how peaceful it was. There was a heavy wave of nostalgia that washed over him. The same seemed prevalent in his brothers.

They left the small market, bee-lining for the Han River. The air was cold; crisp. It resembled the same setting from ten years ago when Namjoon first extended his hand for them to come to Seoul with him. When they all decided to delve into a world of darkness as a collective.

Pushing through the tall reeds, Seokjin tried to keep his thoughts at bay. But they whispered along the back of his mind, taunting him. Declaring that this tragedy they all were facing was the well-rehearsed machination of something completely out of their control.

Would things have turned out differently if we’d just stayed behind?

As they broke through the last stretch of reeds, they saw Yoongi standing on the large rock situated by the river. He wore a black band over his right arm, his hand dipping into a small pine box. The three of them paused, not wanting to disturb their brother as he spread pale ashes out across the lake. Seokjin frowned as Hoseok and Taehyung stood on either side of him.

Yoongi was persistent in his need to bury Jungkook and Eden’s remains at Jimin’s family’s home. No one disagreed with him. They didn’t want Jimin to be alone in the afterlife and his family readily agreed to the arrangement. The box contained a small amount of ashes from all three of their urns.

When he finished, he stepped off the rock and walked over to them. Before they could say anything, he threw the pine box on the ground. Seokjin stepped forward just as Yoongi brought his heel down on the box – smashing it underfoot. He continued to do so until all that remained were splinters of its former self. They would be blown across the land when a strong enough breeze came through. They all knew this was Yoongi’s way of smothering down the wealth of rage teeming inside of him.

“Yoongi-ah,” called Seokjin as Yoongi pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, “have you gone to see your family?”

“They know I’m here,” was all he said as he lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag. Smoke exhaled from his nostrils as he brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. “And they know I won’t be staying long.”

He hadn’t meant to sigh, but he did anyway. The heavy silence returned almost immediately, and it was just about all he could stand. This was going to kill them. This atmosphere was going to be the end of them all.

There was a soft rustling noise to their left and they all looked as Namjoon parted through the reeds. He, too, was smoking and Seokjin had to resist the urge to fuss at him for potentially causing a fire. It was apparent that Namjoon had something he needed to say that required their absolute attention.

“Changkyun and the others are all back together in Seoul,” he said quietly, lifting his face to the sky, “we won’t have a lot of time.”

Hoseok sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “It won’t take them long to figure out that we’ve left Seoul.”

“If anything, they’ll be trying to gauge what our next move will be,” said Seokjin while nodding.

Yoongi scoffed, swiveling the cigarette to the side of his mouth. “Not like that’ll be hard.”

He caught Hoseok shifting slightly from out of the corner of his eye. “Yoongi Hyung…”

“We’re going to kill them.”

Taehyung delivered the sentence with an even timbre, slicing through the tension that radiated around them. Craning their necks to look at him, they took note of the placid expression on his face. Only Yoongi appeared unaffected with the finality of the statement.

Seokjin was afraid of this. He’d been afraid forthis.

“Taehyung-ah…”

“All of them.”

“Don’t be stupid,” snapped Namjoon, giving Seokjin’s racing heart some relief, “they have the cops in their pockets. Killing them won’t be easy.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “That won’t be a problem when they’re dead.”

“Taehyung-ah,” said Hoseok quietly, “I understand how you feel. We all do. But this must be executed carefully. We’re not gangsters anymore. We don’t have the leverage we used to.”

“And whose fault is that, Hyung-nim?”

The venom was clear in his tone even though Taehyung hadn’t raised his voice.

“Hey.” Namjoon snapped his fingers. “Watch it, Kim Taehyung.”

They watched Taehyung give a casual shrug. “I don’t care how we do it, but they’re going to die.”

“They’re not dumb enough to pull the tiger’s whiskers this time,” said Yoongi flatly, “not after stepping on its tail.”

No one could argue with him in that sense. Poking them like they had in the last year after what they’d done would be a guaranteed death sentence.

He spit the cigarette from his mouth. “Which means they’re waiting on us to make the next move.”

“That,” Hoseok mused, “or they think we’re too broken to fight back.”

“Then let them think that.”

Everyone shifted their gaze to Namjoon. He was planning something and he wouldn’t cut any corners. He made his way over to the large rock, leaning his hip against it.

“Changkyun thinks he’s won, but the game isn’t over.” He frowned. “It’s far from finished.” Namjoon looked at his watch. “I’m waiting on some information to come to me. It should be here before the end of the day. Once I get it, we’ll start preparing.”

“We can’t leave anything to chance.” Seokjin carded a hand through his hair. “Every one of our bases needs to be covered.”

“Leave that to me,” chimed Taehyung, flashing his trademark boxy smile, “I’ll make sure that no one will be implicated.” He paused, his eyes darkening slightly. “Well, no one that matters, anyway.”

There were no counterarguments against him. What could they say, really, to dissuade him? He was The Shadow Claw for a reason. Regardless of their disconnect from the criminal Underworld, Taehyung seemed to have maintained a few contacts after they phased themselves out as the Golden Jackals.

It was clear that something was festering inside of him, but no one had the urge to try and get him to release it. Taehyung had his own way of doing things. He always had. This time would be no different. Arguing with him would only slow them down, keeping them even further from their end goal.

The Jade Fangs had to pay for what they’d done to them; to their family. It was the duty of those who were still alive to avenge those who were not. They had to make their amends to the dead.

One way or the other.

Namjoon’s phone rang suddenly, pulling everyone from their own inner musings. He answered, nodding and giving his ascent to whoever was on the other line. The call couldn’t have been more than three minutes long, but he hung up swiftly and looked at them as they patiently waited for him to speak.

“One week.”

Seokjin frowned. “Until what?”

“That’s when our window opens up.”

Hoseok’s text chime sounded. He pulled out his phone and peered at the screen for a handful of seconds before putting it back into his pocket. “Changkyun-ah wants to meet.”

Yoongi lofted a brow. “Why?”

“He wants to discuss terms.”

“Terms for what?”

“Yongsan and Gangnam,” Hoseok said as he sighed, “I’m either to hand it over to him or reclaim it.”

A loud bark of laughter erupted from Yoongi, his face clearly showcasing his disbelief with what he’d just heard. “Wow, what a pompous fucking piece of shit…”

Seokjin shook his head. “When does he want to meet? And where?”

“Incheon.” He paused, turning something else over in his head before continuing. “One week.”

Everyone looked at Namjoon as he smirked. “Looks like my intel was right.” He quickly pulled his phone back out, typing out something along the screen. “It’s time to reset the board, my brothers.”

“Fuck that,” clipped Taehyung, “we’re finishing this goddamn game.”

They all remained quiet. Taehyung was right. If they dragged it out any longer, there was a chance they’d get swept up in the darkness again. Or they’d be wiped out altogether.

Either way, Seokjin saw neither as a viable option. There was too much at stake and they’d already lost so much.

It was time to finish this.

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

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

Word Count: 2,327

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

AN: And here we go...

Chapter 57: Boy Meets Evil

“But in order to be free from this crime, it’s impossible to forget and give up.”

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One Week Later Incheon – Sungui; Nam District South Korea

Hoseok and Seokjin stood side by side as they looked at the large, gray building in front of them. They parked their car at the end of the long road, surveying their surroundings. The morning sky was overcast and shrouded the landscape in hues of grays; desaturating everything. Autumn was already upon them and foliage that was once fully in bloom would soon begin singing their songs of lamentation as they died.

It was the season for beginnings to come to an end.

The old factory was worn from years of neglect. Rust spots were speckled over the iron and there were a few spider cracks along large windows on every side. Several other sedans were parked nearby, presumably Jade Fang members. Hoseok cast a critical eye over them, his gaze meeting Seokjin’s. They both nodded, stepping in sync as they approached the large metal double doors.

His hand went out to reach for the handle, pulling it open. The hinges screamed from abuse, crying for attention. The sound wailed through the expanse as the bottom portion of the door scraped along the concrete flooring. Seokjin followed closely as he entered, pulling the door closed behind him. The ambient noise of the city quickly transformed into that of a tomb.

Their footsteps echoed over the wide space. Hoseok took note of the many wooden crates that lined either walls, giving access to a variety of blind spots. The factory had a single floor that was one big open space. High above it, catwalks ran along the rafters all leading from the factory manager’s office: a metal cube suspended at one end of the warehouse. Abandoned shelf scaffolding broke up the empty space. Crates and pallets were strewn around, making decent hiding places.

He frowned when a few of Changkyun’s underlings looked at him suspiciously – each of them armed with bats, pipes, and knives. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he smirked while shaking his head. It was obvious that Changkyun didn’t trust him and that was fine. After the damage he’d caused, Hoseok couldn’t blame him for taking precautions against him.

Even if this was supposed to be a general meeting.

“Jin Hyung,” a voice called to them, causing both men to halt in their steps.

They looked over to the right where another portion of the factory broke off, seeing Wonho reveal himself. He flicked his tongue out over his lip ring, grinning like a man who’d just won a high stakes poker game. Hoseok slowly blinked as Seokjin situated himself to his right.

Wonho stopped just a few feet short from them. “I didn’t expect you to be here. I figured it would be Namjoon-ah like usual.”

Seokjin shrugged. “Yeah well, we’ve decided not to be so predictable.”

They watched him peer around them, as though he was expecting more people. “The others?”

“None of your business. Besides, he asked to meet me, did he not?”

Hoseok flicked some of his hair out of his eyes, watching the smirk on Wonho’s face grow a little more. There was a small flame of anger that continued to burn in his chest. But he didn’t say anything. He waited for Wonho to look at him, bowing his head in respect, before giving a gentle sigh.

“Where’s Changkyun-ah?”

Without breaking their gaze, Wonho raised his hand up and pointed toward the large metal stairwell that led to the manager’s office. Hoseok started to make his way to the stairwell, but stopped when Wonho side-stepped into his path. He cut his eyes at him, his brows knitting tightly. He was in no mood to play any sort of games right now. This was about business.

“Sorry Hoseok-ah,” he said, holding his hands up in a mock show of surrender, “gotta search you. Boss’s orders.”

Hoseok looked around at the armed men in the warehouse before meeting Wonho’s gaze. “…are you fuckin’ serious?”

Seokjin took a step forward but Hoseok held an arm out to stop him. He rolled his eyes, lifting his other arm so that Wonho could frisk him. No one moved, however, and this irritated him.

“Whatever. Let’s get this over with, huh? I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, yes,” he said, moving toward him.

It didn’t take long for Wonho to search him. The clothing he wore was loose-fitting around his torso while his pants were a slim fit. It made movement easier for him, but would have been obvious had he concealed anything on his person. After the search was finished, he stepped to the side to let Hoseok through. He heard Seokjin move only to take note of the sound of him being stopped. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Wonho was now impeding his brother’s path.

“Wonho-yah,” came Seokjin’s even tone, “move.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Jin Hyung. Hoseok-ah has to go on alone.” He grinned. “You can keep me company instead.”

“It’s okay, Jin Hyung,” reassured Hoseok, “I can handle it from here.”

Seokjin didn’t seem satisfied with this, but he shook his head. He knew there was no stopping Hoseok now that he was set to take care of things once and for all. This would be the last time they would have this altercation with their former brothers of the underworld. Timing was crucial.

Hoseok ascended the stairwell slowly, the iron steps rattling under him as he moved. Both hands were in his pockets as he walked, his eyes continuing to look at all the various angles of the factory warehouse. If he knew Changkyun as well as he thought he did, then his other upper-tiered members were scattered around outside. They would be on the lookout for anyone to try and shake things up.

But he already had an ace up his sleeve for that.

At the top of the stairs, the door to the office stood. To the left, a grated walkway led out over the floor, spreading into catwalks that sprawled the entire place. There was a small square window on the door smudged with dirt. He knocked loudly, the sound reverberating off the walls and bouncing back to hit his body in small tremors. When the door opened, it was Shownu standing in the doorway. They stood silently, almost gauging the other, before he shifted off to the side to allow him entrance. Once inside, Shownu exited the manager’s office and closed the door behind him.

Hoseok saw Changkyun nursing a cup of coffee from an electric kettle. The only furniture in the room were two heavy wooden tables. The rest of the office was bare; a thin slit of a window overlooking the warehouse floor. He watched him turn, smiling as he sipped from the mug. Changkyun held out the cup to Hoseok.

“Did you want me to make you a cup?”

“Are you repurposing this place?”

Changkyun snapped his fingers and pointed at him, a look of satisfaction clearly painted over his face. “Wow, you don’t miss a thing, do you Hyung?”

He shrugged, gesturing to the electric kettle with a simple tilt of his head.

“The market value for this place was decent. People need jobs and I just got my hands on a permit to start turning this into a mass shipping facility.”

“How long have you been working on this?”

He watched him hum, as if he really needed a moment to pause and think. “A few months now.”

“I see.”

“There’s money to be made, so why not make it?” He walked back over to the kettle where another mug sat on the table. “Did you want coffee or no?”

Sighing, Hoseok pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch. “I thought we were here to talk business?”

“Always so serious,” he said, smiling, “you can relax. I won’t bite.”

“You killed my brothers and my sister-in-law,” came Hoseok’s slow response, “what the fuck did you expect?”

Changkyun clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth while shaking his head. “Oh, come on now. I already told you that this wasn’t personal.”

“You made it personal.”

“Wrong!” His voice boomed out over the small space. “I made a point.”

Hoseok scoffed. “Is that what you call it? A point?”

“Yes, I do.” He set the cup down on the table. “I warned you, Hyung, about how weak your defenses were when you left your power behind. The people around you were at risk the minute you decided to step into the light. Money and power talk and while money has done you some good, your lack of power exposed your neck to me.”

There was a pregnant pause that stretched between them. He wasn’t sure if Changkyun was waiting for him to respond to his statements, but there was nothing for him to say. Not yet. He wanted to hear everything his former brother had to unleash on him before he came out with a rebuttal of his own.

Changkyun moved away from the table, crossing the room to stand opposite of him. His back was now to the office window while Hoseok’s remained facing the door. They stared each other down; both attempting to read the other.

If looks could kill…

“Your business was with us, the Golden Jackals. You didn’t have to drag Eden into it. She had nothing to do with this.”

Changkyun waggled his finger at him. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

“How?”

“Attacking just you would have seemed personal. That’s not my endgame. Eden was an unfortunate casualty, but she was also a necessary piece that you needed to lose in this game.”

A flash of burning outrage slashed across Hoseok’s chest. For him to refer to his sister-in-law as a mere “casualty” was about as much as he could stand. But instead of launching himself across the room to lay into him, he curled his hands into fists at his sides. He couldn’t let him get under his skin so soon. They’d only just started talking.

He took a breath, a seemingly vain attempt to dampen his anger.

“So,” Hoseok breathed, “you still think this is some kind of game, huh?”

“I do.” He grinned. “And I’ve won.”

Snorting, Hoseok folded his arms across his chest. “The game isn’t over, Changkyun-ah. I still haven’t given you the keys to my kingdom.”

He watched Changkyun’s mouth form into a small ‘O’ before it spread into an arrogant smirk. “And are you?”

“They’re not mine to give.”

“I beg to differ.” Changkyun took another step closer. “You held Yongsan and Gangnam in your hands for years. You controlled those territories in a way that the other district bosses can’t ignore. It won’t be as easy as a simple gang scuffle to settle things.”

Hoseok frowned. “And why not?”

“Because you made it that way.”

He couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that slipped out of him. “So what? This is my responsibility?”

“It never stopped being your responsibility.” He closed the distance even further, reaching a hand to grasp at Hoseok’s shoulder. “Don’t you see that?”

For a while, all Hoseok could do was look back at him. This was the man he once considered a good friend; a brother. They had so many ideas for the future. Ideas to make things better. Back when everything made sense because life was simpler. Hoseok believed he could talk Changkyun into turning over a new leaf with him – of paving a road with clean hands and leaving the dirtiness of the underworld behind them. He thought that Changkyun was better suited for a life that didn’t involve crime, betrayal, and cruelty.

The hope for that began to dwindle the day Hoseok saw him murder the former Jade Fangs leader in cold blood.

It completely vanished when he cremated his family’s bodies.

“It’s still not too late, Hyung,” urged Changkyun gently, “you can still join me. Reclaim your territories and come back home. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.”

Hoseok sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head slightly. “Changkyun-ah.” He lifted his head, eyelids fluttering as he opened them to meet the other man’s gaze. “I’m glad we had this talk. You’ve confirmed a few things for me.”

Changkyun canted his head slightly, his calm and welcoming expression melting into slight confusion. “What things?”

“That you haven’t changed. That you never will change.” Hoseok smiled pityingly at him. “You’re incapable of it.”

He felt his hand sliding off his shoulder, dropping limply at his side as he frowned. He didn’t say anything, so Hoseok continued.

“You’ve always been so sneaky. Planning everything so that you are always five steps ahead of the person you’re trying to overtake. You’re good at playing the long game and that’s why you always think you’ve won. That you’ll never be beaten.”

“I have yet to be proven wrong.”

“I’m a thinker too. But there are better thinkers at my side. People who retraced months of your steps in the process of doing their research. People who are better at getting into your head than I am.” Hoseok gave a wide gesture to the empty office space around them. “People who knew about your plans for this warehouse days before my arrival.”

For the first time since their conversation began, Changkyun looked perturbed. Hoseok wasn’t in the business of pouring salt into wounds, but he was done playing nice. He was done giving warnings.

He was finishing this today.

Lowering his gaze, he looked at his watch one more time. His smile grew a little bit wider as he locked his eyes with Changkyun’s – relishing in the realization that slowly overtook his face.

“And those same people found out that you had the gas and electric rewired for the building before having it turned on.”

And then the world shook violently beneath their feet from the explosion downstairs.

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...”

© 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.

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 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.”

© 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.

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.

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