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BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)
Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.
The law’s hand
or
The outlaw
Who would win?
Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.
Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)
Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹
Ambience : 1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds
Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters
This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.
Switch over, time tickin' and over.
Author POV.
Tick...Tick...Tick...
The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room.
The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought.
“Hyung!”
His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand.
“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.
The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.
The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.
“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”
Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..
He found out.
The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.
“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.
“And about the case?”
“I need to get another ‘case’.”
Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.
“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.”
Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.
“A tough day again, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, ma’am.”
“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”
“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.
“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.
Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related.
“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.
“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks.
The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow.
“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl.
Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.
“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.
Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.
“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s a usual case anymore.”
“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.
Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him.
He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.
A walking law.
“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?” The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.
“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.
“We found him, sir. Need more people.”
Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation.
“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.
Flick...Shhh
A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.
*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.
Huh...
A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.
“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.
“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”
“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.
“Alright, suite yourself.”
D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans.
Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”
Half and hour ago : @ WNK building
“Where is it?”
The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.
“Mr.Min...”
“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning.
Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey.
Weehhh...Woohhh...
The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.
“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.
“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.
“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck.
He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.
Bloody orange.
Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.
His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.
“Oh, you're so artsy.”
“No time for it, Jack.”
“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”
The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.
“Look how desperate they want to catch us.”
Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.
“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”
Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side.
“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.
Plop.
“Let’s tease you a bit.”
D POV.
“No one inside.”
I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.
“Where is the case?” I ask.
I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.
What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.
I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power.
A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.
And now my brother get it.
“Retreat.”
I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.
“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”
Min POV.
Thud!
“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.
“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.
Cling...cling...cling...
“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”
I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.
“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”
Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.
“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.
“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”
“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles.
“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table.
As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider.
“Then I shall act my part.”
Author POV.
Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......
Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness.
Ahhhh!
Bang! Bang!
The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.
Click.
A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.
“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.
“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.
“You sure want your head to be blown off.”
“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.
“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”
D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room.
“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.”
D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted.
“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”
Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.
“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”
Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them.
Puff....
He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue.
He thinks this is more beautiful.
“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.
“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.
“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.
Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.
??? POV.
“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”
The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me.
Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....
The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying.
What is going on here?
I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.
I am drowning or so I thought.
My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.
No...am I even alive?
D POV.
I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.
That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.
“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.
The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.
“Master, He’s awake.”
Puck.
“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.
Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.
I am trying to be considerated, am I not?
Min POV.
Hahhh...Huhhhh...
The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.
I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.
Soon, I get the answer, but from him.
“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.
“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”
A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other.
There’s me.
There’s is him.
In a different timeline...
The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.
His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze.
Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony.
The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.
“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.”
His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job.
Author POV.
“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.”
D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.
Ackk...ack....
“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.
“How was it?”
The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.
“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.”
D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.
“Now, execution.”
The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot.
“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”
“a..ack?” *Jack?*
“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”
Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death.
“Oh, faster than I expect.”
With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment.
He takes out a ruby human-heart.
Bang! Cling!
The glass shatters.
D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.
“Switch over, time tickin'...”
“but not over.”
Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.
“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.”
“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”
“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.
The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.
Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.
“Ack...Kim.”
“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”
Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.
Cling!
Click.
Bang!
Agust doesn’t last long.
“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”
“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.
“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”
He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late.
The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.
Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.
Hmmm....
A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise.
Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon.
“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.
Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen.
Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside.
“Doctor...he...”
Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.
A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys.
This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.
Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.
After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music. “If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”
Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind. The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona. Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology. Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?
I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.
Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽♀️
I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.
Double Trouble : MYG x JJK
Summary : Being with one hot and popular singer was difficult. Then, how about two?
Inspo. : D-Day Concert the final | Bts 10th anniversary firework show [ Yoongi alone in his concert was lethal enough. Adding Jungkook on the stage...oh, god...they literally burned the stage.] Photos & Gifs : reserved for rightful owners
Author POV.
"Shiiiibaaaaallllll"
The crowd screamed as the lead singer growled.
The light threw different shades here and there, from red to purple to blue and orange.
"Party party yah!"
Another deep growling joined. The chorus excitedly popped up from the hydrolic lift floor.
Now both of them held the arena's attention completely. Looking into one's eyes, they started battling their voice.
To level up the fight of dominance, the bass and drum went wild, matching their singers' energy. While the keyboard, as a backbone of this song, calmly matched the beat.
"I swear they were too much sometimes. How are they going to do the interview after this?"
The manager looked at the monitor and sighed. Despite complaining, he knew he could do nothing.
"They were always like this...always."
Y/n spoke. Watching them proudly, the old memory flashed in front of their eyes. The image of them in their school uniform collided with the now version of them. The sight made them chuckled.
Well, that really was how Yoongi and Jungkook are.
10 years ago
"Why are you here?"
The both of them pointed at each other. Their expression showed nothing but irritation.
"Brief intro for you guys. This is Jungkook, our new member. JK, this is Yoongi, our lead singer."
Y/n introduced the two to each other, even though, it looked like they had already known each other.
"So this is our new chorus? Can he?" Yoongi smirked while provoking the newcomer.
"Can't I be the lead singer. I bet I'm better than this old man." Jungkook, who cared nothing about seniority, challenged Yoongi for the position.
And that was how everything started between the two. Their journey of chaotic friendnemy.
"I still remember how they fought no end. They even broke into fist fight."
Y/n smiled at the old memory. They could feel the nostalgic shock yet delight as if it happened yesterday.
That was understandable though.
Because....they were the cause of the fight.
"Dipshit, you can compete with me on anything, but not Y/n."
The side of Yoongi's lip had some blood seeping. His hand painted red so did his face.
"Why? If you like them, say it! I'm not like you, Agust. I like Y/n and I have guts to say what I feel."
Jungkook shout out his confession, even though, the left side of his cheek got a bruise. His blood was boiling as the older stopped him from his plan.
Y/n stood in front of the door, frozen. They didn't want to believe what they had just witnessed.
"It shouldn't be like this." Y/n mumbled to themselves.
For months, Y/n distanced themselves from the band. The rest of the members couldn't hide it and told their singers why Y/n didn't show up at their studio. The two of them kept apologizing to Y/n afterward.
Well, that was in the past. Now everything between them was good. Their feelings, their problems, everything fell into their places perfectly.
"Y/nie how was it?" Jungkook was about to throw his sweating body toward them, however, Yoongi was quicker.
"Not so fast, kid. We gotta get change first."
A giant bunny pouted before following Yoongi to the changing room. Y/n giggled at the two of them.
From enemy to brother, their relationship was like a roller coaster.
*In the changing room*
"Everything's ready." The staff adjusted suit one last time before let Yoongi and Jungkook go.
"Hyung...this is it. Will they say yes?" Jungkook asked his older friend. His hands were shaking.
Yoongi didn't answer anything. The older one seemed to be well-prepared, yet his eyes couldn't hide his worry.
As much as they wanted to hear a yes and quite confident about it, deep down they were a tiny part that prepared for the rejection.
No matter what they wanted, in the end, it wasn't something they could control.
"Let's go." Yoongi spoke and lead the way.
"They are late. Is everything alright? Aren't you guys have a special ending before the concert end?"
Y/n asked the rest of the band.
"We know nothing...really. The staff only told us that those two would like to perform something special for the ending of this tour."
The bass player replied and glanced at other members, having the same expression as Y/n.
They all were confused.
Phew.....Phew....
The string of lights started shooting up into the sky. And the next moment, the firework bloomed, lighting up in the middle of darkness.
"It has been 10 years we were together. Spending year and year after you, in every difficulty we always find hope..."
Jungkook's voice suddenly came through the speakers. The firework still went on, blooming in various patterns.
"As a special day, at the end of this successful tour, we wanted to express our love and gratitude to our first fan..."
Yoongi then continued the script.
"Every practice session, every lyric, every beat, they won't exist if it wasn't you who kept encouraging us...."
"We fought a lot. We cried a lot. We acted like kids around you, yet you were never tired of us two..."
Jungkook chuckled as he ended the sentences.
"Thank you for being here. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you. We hope this letter touch your heart. How we wish there is a word that has a greater meaning than the word love to say to you..."
The two of them said in unison.
"Y/n-ah, let's be together always...and for the rest of our lives, shall we?"
One final blow of the firework lit the sky.
'Will you marry us?'
A/n note : That's it. I hope you enjoy the os. Seeing them together on the stage and other performance from Jimin and Namjoon with Yoongi make me want to fastfoward to 2025 so bad. Well, I chose this pair because of the chemistry when I saw the fancam. I thought it would be nice to put them into frienemy mode with and oc who bond them within the relationship (+ a litle romance)
Thanks for reading. See you next session