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So soo good, so well written ! Everything is on point, the pace, the tension, the dialogues. This one of the fanfic I’m the most looking forward to read in the future.

In the wake of your leave | Part 3

Summary: It’s been six years since you’ve been home. Six years since you’ve been in this city. Six years since you stood in this house. Six years since you saw all these people. Six years since you’ve seen Jimin. But you’re back now, your father’s funeral the reason for your return, but this time you don’t plan on leaving and this time you’re going to take what you want no matter what.

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; slow burn; mafia au; angst

Word count: 13.6k

Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, Jimin uses the nickname Princess, swearing, mentions of death, blood, there’s a physical fight, threats, talk about severed body parts, lots of feelings, reader is threatened a few times, I guess just lots of things you’d imagine from a gang/mafia fic but overall it’s also not that dark.

Authors note: Another long wait - sorry! Hope you enjoy this next part.

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Jimin’s stood leaning against the wall when you walk out your room the next morning. You should have expected it. But you don’t. You expected him to be gone again, expected Taehyung to return to following you.

You don’t expect the calm, relaxed stance while Jimin waits for you to emerge from your room.

Your steps stutter, feet nearly tripping over the wooden floorboards, heart panging in your chest and mouth almost definitely popping a little open.

You look a mess and feel even worse. Your hair like a nest, bags under your puffy eyes, clothes slightly creased. You’ve showered but have hardly slept, you’ve pulled yourself together as best you can, tried to slap a false pretence on yourself, but you know Jimin will see through it.

Jimin says nothing, just stays leaning on the wall, his eyes remain on you, his face neutral. As always he gives nothing away.

Pulling yourself together, you act like nothing happened as you breeze past him. Today is supposed to be a fresh start, one where every part of yesterday is something you don’t think about.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

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J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 15

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The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. Yet your soul was anything but calm.

You stared into the night, face blank, puffing the smoke of the cigarette out your mouth,barely flinching as Jimin cleans your busted lip between your inhales. You couldn't rest no matter how much the boys told you too. You threw away the cigarette without a care and Jimin sighs,

"Y/N, I get that you're sad but for the love of god stop wallowing in guilt, it wasn't your fault, Jungkook is fine. We managed to lose the fuckers and bring him back here. He's okay,Jin's checking up on him now. Your stitches are holding up great on him."

You hum in acknowledgement before standing up and walking back inside into the warmth of the house just as Jin comes back down the stairs and he gives you a soft smile,trying not to look at the bruises that painted your torso and arms like watercolor stains of purple and yellow from the impact of being kicked and grabbed like some kind rag doll. The man had not cared if he caused you any damage all he wanted was to get paid. Jin was concerned he had cracked a rib or two from the welts of purple that were etched on your skin, but you assured him there was no internal damage.

"Is he okay?" You ask nervously and Jin nods making you all sigh in relief.

"He's okay, got a fever but it's a natural reaction after being shot, it's like a withdrawal of shock. He refuses to sleep until he's seen Y/N." Jin chuckles and you look down shyly grabbing your hoodie from of the couch and slipping it on to cover the bruises from Jungkook. The last thing you wanted was him to get angry and worry about you.

"Are you sure I don't need to look at them? You took some pretty hard hits by the looks of it." Jin says softly. You give him a reassuring smile and shake your head,

"Thank you for your concern but I'm okay, I've had worse."

The boys frown understanding what you had meant and you shyly shuffle towards the stairs before rushing up them. You pause in front of Jungkook bedroom door and take a deep breath before softly knocking and a voice croaks out from behind the door,

"Come in."

You slowly push the door open and walk in, shutting the door behind you and your breath hitches taking in Jungkook's weak form. He was pale, eyes has dark circles, his skin sheen with sweat,his long hair stuck to his face and his shoulder was tightly bandaged and he cradled his arm close to his bare chest. You rush over to him and grab the cloth that rested in a bowl of cold water, ringing it out and dabbing his face gently with it and he sighs in relief.

"Hey baby girl." He murmurs lifting his arm that wasn't injured and caressed your cheek softly and you lean into his touch, closing your eyes before opening them and moving your head to press a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.

"You scared me, when you passed out, I thought we lost you. Your pulse was so weak." You whisper, accidentally letting a tear slip, wiping it away quickly, sniffling and giving him a small smile. He looks at him sympathetically and rasps out,

"I'm sorry, d-didn't mean to scare you."

You shake your head and lean down and press your lips to his forehead and brush his hair back, placing your forehead against his whispering,

"Don't be, you're okay now, besides I should of been more careful."

"How were we supposed to know that was going happen? We had no idea. I let myself worry and I shouldn't because I know you can handle yourself, please don't blame yourself, I have a target on my back anyway, I was expecting to get shot at to be honest." Jungkook says softly looking into your eyes before closing them and pressing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss before pulling away and dipping the cloth back into the water and repeating your actions from before.

"Hmm thank you nurse Y/N, I appreciate your help." He teases tiredly and you chuckle, shaking your head in amusement.

"You're very welcome Mr. Jeon, I suggest you get some sleep now sir." You say playfully and he pouts as you stand up. He grabs your wrist and you bite your lip, feeling his fingers dig into the bruise but you hide your pain not wanting to worry him.

"Stay? Please?" He asks sheepishly. You smile and nod, climbing into the bed and lying next to him and you rest your head on his chest and he wraps his arm around you and he squeezes your hip to try and reassure you but you hiss in pain from the pressure and he lets go instantly and sits up with some struggle much against your protests for him to lie back down.

"What was that? Are you hurt?" He asks and goes to lift your hoodie but you push his hand away quickly.

"I'm fine, just a little scratch." You lie and he frowns.

"Sounded more than just a little scratch to me, just let me look." He says and before you can stop him he's already lifting your hoodie up and his face turns from concern to anger as he lifts it higher before pulling it off completely leaving you in your crop top and sweatpants. He looks over the purple and yellow stains on your torso and arms and then to your busted lip that looked much better after being cleaned.

"What fucker did this? What happened?" He growls and you shiver, gulping.

"I'm fine baby I promise just a little sore. I was dragged into the crowd by some guy and blindfolded and he threw me into some room, I tried getting up but each time he just kicked me back down. He tried to tie my wrists together but he didn't have much luck. I sorted it, I'm fine I promise, focus on yourself, lie back down you're going to tear your stitches." You say helping him lie back down.

"I should of been closer, I'm sorry, did the bastard get what he deserve?" He murmurs still angry.

"Mhmm, knocked him out, pretty sure I broke his nose." I smirk lying my head on his chest. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head,wrapping an arm around me mumbling,

"That's my girl."

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"I warned you. I fucking warned you all! They're smart and hide in the shadows! How did you not notice them?! They've got Chanyeol. And you! How could you be dumb enough not knock her out, I told you she's not as weak as she looks!"

They look down ashamed with their mistake as Lay sits across from them holding an ice pack to his face, glaring at them.

"S-Sir we tailed them, we have a car sitting outside the house right now." A guy speaks up. Yixing nods and stands up,

"Make sure they watch them, don't approach until I say, I want them to be unprepared, I want them all dead but Y/N and Jeon Jungkook, I want him brought to me so I can kill him myself. She needs to be back before Beom-Seok gets back, if he finds out she ran away to be with them, he'll kill everyone." Yixing snarls.

They nod and scurry away and Yixing sits down sighing in frustration wincing from the throbbing pain from his black eye.

"You'll come back one way or another Y/N..."

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In the wash of the new light, your face takes on the appearance of an old photograph, one of nostalgia, so beautiful. Jungkook watches as it brings your skin into focus, not yet animated with the warmth of who you are, for you are still in the land of dreams. And since there is no better thing to do but to bring his body so close that your hearts synchronize, he hugs you till you wake, when the light is so strong that you come into the present with him, eyes open.

You let a soft tired smile slip onto your face seeing Jungkook was already awake staring at you with adoration, brushing your hair out your face with a small smile on his face.

"Good morning." He rasps his voice a few octaves deeper from sleep. You lean up and press your lips to his and he smirks into the kiss, slipping his hand out your waist and tugs you onto his lap despite the ache in his arm. You giggle and place your hands on his chest as he leans up wanting more.

"Is this how we're going to start every morning?" You tease pulling away from the kiss and he chases your lips wanting nothing more but to have his lips on yours.

"Mhmm get use to it baby girl." He smirks pulling you back into a kiss but swipes his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you open your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in and take dominance. You slip a hand into his locks and tug gently and his moans into your mouth and you pull away and take his bottom lip in between your teeth and tug it gently before letting go making him shiver. You chuckle and lean back sitting up and tease,

"You gotta heal first before you get anything else."

He groans and whines, "You're a cruel woman."

You giggle before leaning down so your mouth was beside his ear whispering,

"I just want you in top condition."

He tenses and looks at you with a smirk and nods as you lie back down beside him.

"I think I cope with that." He murmurs.

"Good now, I'm going to talk with the boys about what our next move is, you rest up okay?" You say climbing out the bed and he sits up, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, I don't want to be kept out the loop." He says determinedly and climbs out the best wincing at the ache in his shoulder and stumbles slightly and you rush over to hold him steady and he laughs wrapping his uninjured arm around you and walks out the room and into Namjoon's office where everyone but Hoseok and Yoongi was.

"There you are was going to get Jimin to come wake you both. How are you feeling Kook? Y/N?" Namjoon says looking you both over to make sure you're okay.

"I'm fine, sore and achy but nothing I can't handle." Jungkook says nodding at Namjoon.

"Same here, I've took a worse beating." You mumble and they nod before changing subject.

"Got any idea what's their plan?" Jin says and Namjoon nods and turns to the screen behind him.

"So it's definitely confirmed Kang Beom-Seok and Zhang Yixing are in business together. Yixing takes everything over if he marries Y/N which is why he's so set on getting you back but technically speaking he can't." Namjoon says smirking.

"Why not?" Yoongi asks walking into the room wiping his hands making me cringe knowing exactly what had been happening. Interrogation.

"Because Y/N isn't actually Beom-Seok's daughter. But Beom-Seok only wants Y/N back because she's technically the only successor he has because he thinks she doesn't know about her not being his daughter, he's not protective of her because she's his daughter, he's not protective at all, he's possessive, he knows if something happened to her he'll have no successor at all meaning-" Namjoon explains but I cut him off,

"The business can no longer continue."

Namjoon nods.

"They only want Y/N to keep and gain power, but the thing is it doesn't work like that since she isn't his true successor, it's just the way the mafia works, you have to be their pure blood and you have none of his. His gang is doomed. She would of eventually found out and everyone would know, he'd get executed for taking another mans daughter just so he can continue his business, even if he was dead yet alone killed him, that's just how it works." Jungkook chuckles finding amusement in the situation.

"But that's not all." Namjoon says and changes the screen to photos of each of them from afar.

"They've been monitoring us..." Taehyung whispers with wide eyes.

"Way before we even met Y/N. They wanted to tear us apart for months. We're classed as the top dogs in the city, Beom-Seok just below us, if we fall apart or die he's on top which is what he wants, I don't care about rank but if Beom-Seok gets to the top, the whole city will be torn apart. We're the only thing in his way. He isn't going to rest until we're dead." Namjoon says looking at all of us.

Hoseok walks into the room and shakes his head,

"He won't give us anything. Beginning to believe he's genuinely been kept out the loop. I've tried everything to try and get something."

"Even-" Taehyung begins but Hoseok gives him a look and nods,

"Everything." Hoseok says and Taehyung shivers turning back to Namjoon.

"Okay well you know what to do." Namjoon sighs and Hoseok nods going to walk out the room but Yoongi stops him,

"Hold on...There's a car outside the house...I'm going through the cameras, it's been there all night...they didn't fall for it."

He looks back up from the computer with a stern look and murmurs making my heart race,

"They know we're here."

Poll Conclusion!

As promised the poll is now closed and the results are now in! Thank you for all the people that took part it means a lot! Now I want to remind you all that all these series will be posted eventually so be patient I will get them all posted quick as I can! But anyway without further of due...!

The winner is...

OUR BABY GIRL (MAFIA! AU)

I hope you're all excited! Sorry if it's not the one you want but I promise your preferred one will be up eventually! The preview of this series will be up later hopefully! Anyone who tries to plagarise any of my books I will take action I’ve had it happen to me too many times.

But anyway!

Love you my butterflies! See you soon!

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The Preview!

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“Why?”

“Why what? What’s going on?”

“Oh don’t act stupid Y/N. You know what you’ve done.” Namjoon scoffs making me frown in confusement. What had I done? I don’t remember doing anything.

“Actually. No I don’t. So please. Enlighten me. Because I fucking have no idea what’s going on Namjoon.” I snap losing my patience at all the cryptic words being used as if he was waiting for me to confess to something. They all were.

“I actually can’t believe you’ve done this to us. Of all people. I didn’t think it’d be you.” Yoongi spits with venom laced in every word, like a knife to my heart each word spat. He never shows this side to me let alone use it on me. He was always so gentle and loving. What had I done? Why was they all looking at me so...appalled?

“I want to hate you but I love you too damn much. Guess this is what I get for that huh?” Taehyung snarls and tears begin to spring into my eyes, heart heavy. He wanted to hate me. They all did. But for what?

“W-What’ve I done?! I-I don’t know what I’ve done!” I cry and I watch Jungkook’s eyes slowly soften seeing how distraught I looked. Out of everyone, Jungkook was the most observant of emotions and lying. He was a human lie detector. You couldn’t hide a single thing from him.

“Hyungs...” He says warily but he goes ignored, the others too immersed in rage as I prepare myself for the worst pain than what I was experiencing now.

“Since you’re acting so dumb should I spell it out for you? You. Betrayed. Us. Double spy scum.” Hoseok hisses and I let out a laugh of disbelief. They thought I had betrayed them? 

“What...” I whisper timidly unable to speak because I knew it would crack. Where had all this come from?

“You heard him, so there’s no point in lying and pretending to not know what’s going on now. Why’d you do it? What’d you tell Jung-mi?” Jimin growls and I shake my head in denial and disappointment. After everything. They really believed I’d do this to them?

“So this is what you think of me? This is how much you really trust me?” I croak and wave them off unable to gather words, too hurt, too shocked to even defend myself or form a proper explanation. I slowly back away from them and begin to make my way to the front door, I needed to get out of here. I felt like I was suffocating.

“You’re not giving us any reason to trust you so why should we? Not even going to defend yourself? You’re pathetic, you should be grateful we’re even sparing your life.” Namjoon snarls staring at me in disgust and I smile in defeat opening the door.

“I shouldn’t have to be defending myself. I’ll make this easy for us shall I? This will be the last time you see me. I hope you all live happy healthy lives, it was an honor to work with you, to love you.” I sniffle and Jungkook steps forward looking at me with devastation and fear, his heart was racing at the thought of losing you. He knew you. He knew you didn’t betray them, but they wouldn’t let him speak and now because of their foolishness he was suffering the consequences too. Losing you. The only person who made him feel human. Normal.

“Petal...p-please stay...I need you...” He whimpers, tears in his eyes and I shake my head blowing him a kiss.

“I’m sorry Kookie but the boys don’t want me here and I can’t ask you to come with me when they’re your hyungs’. This has made me realize where I stand with them and how much they really trusted and loved me. I love you, stay healthy, we’ll meet if fate brings us back together.” I whisper before exiting with tears streaming down my face. And just like that you was gone without a trace.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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So butterflies here’s the preview of what’s in store for this series I hope you liked it and are even more excited than before! I’ll probably touch up on this when I publish it officially because I could probably do a better job than this but yeah! This is what’s coming...I wonder what Y/N betrayed them about...or was it all a lie? 

Anyway I hope to finish Soul Ink soon so hopefully an update will be up soon! 

But until then, Love you my butterflies see you soon!

DIAMONDS I

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5443

⚠️Warnings: Explicit smut

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Decided to write a one-shot of a parallel universe of The waiter because this song inspired me XD

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My gratitude goes to @moonleeai for beta reading 💜

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Have it all

Rip our memories off the wall

All the special things I bought

They mean nothing to me anymore

But to you

They were everything we were

They meant more than every word

Now I know just what you love me for

~Sam Smith - Diamonds

Walking inside the party you made sure your posh, self-sufficient smile stayed up, never dropping the mask for the vultures of your mother’s so-called guests. Your break up with the magnate Jeon Jungkook, still fresh on everyone's mouth while your heart still bleeds inside the pitch black dress hugging your chest and puffing out all the way down to your knees. Your matching high heels are heard from your confident steps as you approach the hotel bar asking for a glass of champagne, looking perfectly modest at your parents eyes, while what you would like to chug down is a double of whiskey with ice.

The bastard was playing mafia king while you were a respectable lawyer with the law tattooed in your soul. Almost literally, since you had the date of the first big case you won permanently printed on the left side of your ribs. Your first case against drugs was nonetheless related to one of his associates and although you are thankful it was the case allowing you to uncover the whole web of lies he had been throwing over you, that truth hurt.

Your poor, stupid heart had fallen for the sweetness and gentleness he seemed to have in his; even the almost brutal passion he showed in the bedroom. But to you, love couldn’t get past the fundamental fact that he was part of a criminal organisation; that due to some of his decisions people died in the streets or dirty motels like rats. That those deaths were not only tragic on their own but that they also left  families broken. 

The only thing your love did for him, and having lived together up until that point, was to not call your friends at the DEA to put his ass in jail. Not that it would have been a smart move anyway without proof; you know you would have ended up dead and probably suffering before it. Very likely by one of his own men’s hands. However, you still had the audacity to tell him that it was the only reason you would step away and act like you had broken up for any other reason; like you hadn’t seen anything. Not that you had seen enough anyway.

Someone bumps into you as you walk away with your glass and you look at the gorgeous and ethereal creature that stands in front of you. He seems just as charmed by you because it feels like time has stopped since neither of you move, lost in each other’s eyes. It’s the reminder of Jungkook in freshman year at the university and how he had looked at you exactly like that, which sends you back to reality and you apologise to the man, asking for a cloth from the next waiter coming closer. 

It’s your father approaching to offer to get it cleaned at the hotel laundry what sorts the situation. Jimin, who introduces himself to both of you, excuses himself and walks out of the bar towards the elevators, presumably to change his suit. Your father scowls you as soon as the door closes and you look at him, with an arched brow. 

“It was an accident,” you mutter, not willing to take the blame. 

“You would do yourself, and your mother, a favour if you behaved like the lady we taught you to be,” he whispers in an annoyed tone. “The break of your compromise with Mr. Jeon doesn’t need to be the end of your chances to marry a good suiter. The party is full of them. Make sure you cause a good impression,” he states before approaching and kissing your forehead, hands rubbing your arms. “We want the best for you, Darling. Please.” he then mutters with a much softer tone and glare. 

You can only nod. No matter how hard you have worked to achieve your place in one of the most prestigious lawfirms in Seoul, it means nothing to your family if you don’t marry and secure the linage and continuity of the business as the only heir to your parents. The anger in you for the way they speak so tragically of your break up with Jungkook, as if he was the best of all men that you could have chosen to spend your life with, makes you want to go get screwed by the first pretty face that lingers around. Maybe even to be seen at a late hours club dancing your heart out for the paparazzi.

A man interrupts the sweet father-daughter moment and you are introduced to Seokjin, his prince-looking son. You soon recognise the man, who hasn’t introduced himself expecting you to know who he is. He is an associate of your father with his franchise in the city. You automatically see the game your father is playing and more than before, you just want to leave the party and unwind from the whole getting-you-a-husband experience. Unfortunately for you, your father has other plans and engages you into the conversation, making sure to brag about your achievements while making you look humble and modest. ‘When will this torture end’ you think, almost rolling your eyes.

Seokjin seems like someone you could get along with, but unfortunately doing so would make your parents sign up for a wedding and you are simply not up for it. He seems genuinely interested in you by the questions he makes and you try to entertain the conversation with caution not to let your sour humour -that practically exudes from you since your break up- make an act of presence. The sound of the elevator, however, seems to distract you from the conversation at the right moment. Jimin steps out of it and your heart skips a beat.

He walks your way in a black suit that clings to his body like a glove, unusually tight at the waist, differentiating him from the rigid-looking male suits present. As soon as he is in your reach he says, “I think this suits me better, I should thank you for that little accident, Darling.” with his eyes on you and a sweetness to them that doesn’t match the sharp eyeshadow that he’s used. You are speechless but can’t figure out if it’s because of his approach or his beauty. Maybe it’s both. “Do you need me to save you from this conversation?” he mutters, leaning closer and laughing as he stands straight again. 

“Jimin-ssi, let me present you, Kim Seokjin,” you say drifting away from the unpolitness that the CEO’s son doesn’t deserve. “I’ll be fine with him, I appreciate it,” you mutter once they have exchanged basic information to become acquaintances. They seem to like each other, genuinely, and somehow that makes you glad. 

“All right, I’ll let you two go back to the conversation you were having before I interrupted,” he says with a bright smile. “I’ll go sit at the bar. If you need me, just look my way,” he whispers before bowing to you and Seokjin. 

It’s that sudden thought that you don’t really know the man that makes you notice what you just allowed. Thing is, his charms draw you in to wanting to know more than what he has just let out to introduce himself to Seokjin. The prince looks at the angel as he walks away in what you would swear is awe and you can’t avoid to smile; you are not the only one who’s been tempted. 

“Have you known him for long?” wonders Seokjin, turning to you after he takes a sip of his flute. “You two seem close,” he points out and a shade of pink paints your cheeks, realising the way Jimin has put his hand between your shoulder blades and he hasn’t made you uncomfortable in the slightest. 

“Not long really,” you respond truthfully, then realise how bad that can make you look, “but Jimin has that thing that makes you feel safe around him,” you rush to correct, masking your apprehension good enough. At least for your parents sake, it’s best that you keep appearances. 

“I can tell, I feel like I knew him from somewhere,” he says, looking to the side with a slight frown before meeting your eyes again, “but it’s impossible. I would remember someone like him.” His tone lets you know the meaning behind his words, he’s being open about his attraction to Jimin.

“Seokjin…” you hesitate a second. “This might be improper of me to ask but… Are you by any means–”

“Gay?” he interrupts with a smile and you nod with doe eyes waiting for what he’s to say next.

“Between you and I… And this is me guessing that you are of another kind from these people… I’m bisexual.” he admits and you smile at him brightly. “My parents don’t know… Or at least they act like they have no clue about it.” 

“To keep the image,” you say before taking a sip. “Oh, sir, do I know things about that?” 

“I know,” he interjects, “that’s why I’m speaking freely. I can only guess what this party is truly about and I can only say that I pity you.”

“No interest in me then,” you tease before taking another sip, looking around the room. 

“Don’t take me wrong, that’s not what I meant at all,” he says, getting your attention. “I think you are attractive and from what I’ve heard you are smart. No matter how much your father tried to minimise the importance of your career, it hasn’t fooled me. I’ve read articles and you are really good at what you do. Marrying you instead of a frigid posh-princess would be it.” he looks at you above the glass of champagne, seductively. You swallow. 

“I didn’t expect that,” you say, clearing your throat. “I mean–”

“My apologies if I was too direct there,” he rushes to do damage control.

“No, no, on the contrary. I much rather someone who is genuine than to be playing the chase.” you rush to reassure. “I just didn’t expect that from any of my father’s colleagues son’s to be honest. Everyone…” 

“I know, I would like to–” he stops immediately when his father signals him from across the room pointing to his phone. “If you’ll excuse me?” 

“Sure! Don’t worry.” 

“It was a pleasure to speak. I hope we can repeat it,” he mentions with a bow. 

“I would be glad to,” you reply politely, unsure as to why you just don’t feel attracted to him.

As he walks away, you scan him through, noticing the formalwear wraps perfectly at his well built buttocks. A ‘not bad’ pout draws in your face before the awareness of someone picking on the gesture makes you panic. You scan the room. The only person with eyes on you is Jimin, and he looks away with a laugh, making all the blood in your body rush to your face. You bite your lower lip and chug the rest of your flute down your throat, before turning around, deciding to abandon the party.

The amount of flutes you’ve had during the tormentous situation, escapes your knowledge and although you are normally very careful with getting drunk, it becomes obvious that a slight dizziness is playing a part in your decision. But as you leave the glass object on the near table a voice stops you in your tracks. The room seems to have fallen silent too.

“Ares, may we speak?” the voice resounds in your mind and you feel like you are about to lose your balance and faint, in either order. 

You turn around and you must look as drained of blood as you feel because his face expresses surprise and somehow, worry. ‘Escape plan, now’ your mind buzzes and you search across the room, having become disoriented as to where the bar is. Jungkook feels way too close, although you are aware that he is keeping a way more than polite distance. He repeats the question, but you are preoccupied and Jimin is not in his seat. You feel the tears prickle in your eyes and look for your parents instead but all the room has gone back to their conversations and they seem more than pleased to have him talk to you, because they don’t give a second glance in your direction.

In that moment something takes over you, ‘You can do this. Refuse, block, move away.’ “No. We have nothing to say.” You tell him and begin to turn around again, dismissively, but he grabs your forearm whispering for you to listen to him. You turn with a death glare, “Let go of me, Jungkook, or I’ll scream this house down.”

“I doubt you will,” he talks under his breath, confidently. “Besides, it–”

“Dove, sorry for keeping you waiting.” Jimin says from your left flank and Jungkook lets you go at the instant. “Are you sure you left the jacket in your room? I haven’t been able to find it,” he says, keeping his eyes on you before turning slightly to Jungkook. “Oh, sorry, are we not leaving?” he says, returning his eyes to you, looking way more gentle and innocent than you know him for. 

“Yes we are, Chimmy. My jacket is at the entrance, sorry, I got distracted,” you let out and cringe internally to how improper it is to you to nickname him when you barely know him. “Excuse us,” you say to Jungkook and bow out of your own proper behaviour, seeing Jimin do the same. You see him astonished from the corner of your eye as Jimin puts his hand at your lower back and walks with you to the entrance. 

He asks for your jackets to the buttler and he goes inside the room behind the reception where they keep the larger jackets for those clients who pay an extra for it. Jimin eyes the furry white jacket you are handed and giggles for a reason you don’t understand before helping you in it. Then the soft blue uniformed man passed him another fluffy coat in black, like a raven's wings. You watch as he puts it on and you smile at the coincidence. “May we?” he says, offering his arm.

Outside, he is given the keys of a pretty dark purple Porsche Boxster and then accompanies you to your door and waits for you to sit comfortably before closing the door. Finally starting the car and leaving the premises he speaks, “Chimmy. I think I like it.” The giggle that follows makes you blush.

“So corny, I know. I just couldn’t think of anything better at the moment,” you explained, opening the jacket a little bit as the heater inside the car is working too well. He makes quick use of his hands without taking his eyes off the road; turning off the heater and opening the sunroof of the car while reducing its speed. He looks at you and nods in a muted question, you nod back and lean on the headrest while breathing in the cold air of the night. 

You don’t ask where he is taking you at first and just enjoy the fresh air of the autumn night, away from that senseless event, away from the strings of your parents. You are sure, once back, you will hear from them and it’s going to be an uncomfortable conversation, like it all is lately. You are fed up. “You will have to tell me where you want to go or what you want to do. I’m driving aimlessly,” he points out and you open your eyes to look at him. 

The wind seems to have a deal with him because it makes his hair go backwards beautifully, only accentuating how handsome he is. “I can’t believe I got in a car with a stranger,” you voice without a thought and he chuckles. “How did you know I needed to get out?” you finally inquire.

“I know who he is and by your face, you know what his business is. It wouldn’t have sat well in my conscience if I had let him charm you to his world,” he says while using the indicator to turn right. You are at a loss of words processing whatever that can mean. “May I suggest we stop here and talk until you decide what you want to do?” he questions.

“Sounds like a good plan, Jimin-ssi.”  

He stops at a viewpoint towards the city and you soak on the spectacle of little lights it displays. It never gets old. The feeling of being much more tinier than you think makes you smile. You can’t help but notice his eyes are on you and not the view for some time. The light pollution has the sky coated and you can’t see the stars but you know they are there. You let out a sigh.

“How do you know who he is?” you inquire moving in your seat to face him.

“I’m surprised you don’t.”

“I do. He’s my ex, but what about you? This is not something he goes around screaming,” you concede not up for a cat and mouse chase.

“Let’s say I’ve seen what his organisation is capable of and that I would very much like to see him between bars.” he lets out with what you can guess is a sort of grunt of resentment.  “What he does is so wrong… It should end. How did you date him?” he wonders, leaning at an angle between his seat and the door. “Didn’t your parents investigate him?”

“I’m not even sure they know… I obviously can’t say a word because these people are dangerous, but he wasn’t even in when we started dating,” you explain and he looks at you attentively. “God… I barely know you, what are we even doing talking about this. I don’t-” You panic a little, aware that this could be one of those tricks the organisation plays to prove loyalties. That talking too much could put everyone you know in danger. The most concerning part is how has he come across them and saw anything if he is not related to the criminal work himself or partnered with someone inside. He surely acts like he is single and these people don’t let you roam around with just anyone from the other gender that belongs in. 

“I understand,” he says with a gentle smile that makes his eyes turn into tiny moons. 

“Are you from the Intelligence Service?” you finally have the courage to ask.

“Oh, no, Darling. I just happen to have crossed paths with the wrong people. Just like you did,” he points out. “At least I got something nice out of it,” he says, extracting a white gold chain full of swarovski crystals. 

“No jokes,” you say, appreciating the piece. “I feel a little bit less pathetic now that you showed me this.” you point out and he raises an eyebrow questioning. Reaching inside the neck of your dress you extract a white gold necklace with a three carat, rose diamond in pearl cut, with a matching sapphire next to it. “Diamonds are forever, even if relationships are not.”

“Beautiful!” he says looking at it with interest. “May I?” he refers to touch it and you politely agree. “It’s magnificent. I wish I had a better light to view it,” he mutters letting it go. 

“It’s flawless. He made sure of it,” you say and the memory of the day he gifted it to you comes back rushing with all the emotions you felt. 

He was at the peak of his career, or so it seemed, because you would have never guessed where he got the money to buy the expensive piece. You were celebrating the numbers reached at the end of the year from the face business that kept all that was happening in the background hidden and he pulled you aside into his home office. 

“I have something for you,” he said, whispering in your ear. “Close your eyes.”

He put the piece gently on you, careful with the baby hairs sticking out of your formal bun. You opened your eyes at the feeling of the weight of it and looked at the piece astonished. Even if jewellery wasn’t your forte or something you paid too much attention to, aside from it being an accessory, you did understand what you were wearing. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook. You didn’t have to, this must have cost a fortune!” you said, feeling overwhelmed by wearing something of the calibre that wasn’t gifted by your parents. 

“It’s just a token for your constant support. It represents us together,” he said, kissing your cheek before embracing you and making your lips melt together. You could still feel the taste of his bourbon stained tongue and how warm he made you feel. He reached for your left hand and put it up in the air, to the side, making you tilt your head to look as he did too. “Soon I’ll put a matching ring on this finger. I just have to find the perfect diamond for it.” 

His words didn’t shock you as much as the casualty in which he said it, as if knowing it for certain. “I think my parents will be glad that we stop living in sin,” you said with a giggle. 

“Wouldn’t you?” his tone, although calm, couldn’t hide the slight hurt. 

“I would. We’ve talked about it,” you said, placing both hands at his chest, meeting his eyes in a plea. “I love you, gukkie.” The nickname made him smile immediately. Not the attractive smile he dedicated to everyone around, the one that had everyone wrapped around his little finger. No. The one that made him look like an innocent bunny, the one that reminded you of the first time he stole your breath. The one that reminded you of the time you fell in love with him. Four years ago. 

“I love you too, my rose.”

“I shouldn’t have brought up the subject,” he mutters and hands you his handkerchief before looking away, you realise a couple of tears are falling down your cheeks and rush to dry them with the item offered then you keep it between your fingers over your lap for a second.

“It’s not sadness, I don’t miss him. I just… I feel hurt because I was lied to,” you partially lie. 

“I wish I didn’t understand the feeling,” he says, touching his lips with his elbow over the downed window at his side. “But let’s not talk about that,” he suggests. “I know only a few overheard things from you at the party, I would like to know which ones are true,” he says, positioning himself to look at you again. 

“Damn, I hope it was all good.” The smile on your face is sincere. There’s something in him that simply seems to soothe you. 

“You are a lawyer and just won one of the most important cases in South Korea,” he points out and you feel flustered. 

“They exaggerate, I’m not the best. I also have a great team with me.”

“Don’t undermine your value, Diamond,” he says, raising your chin for you to look at him the same way you looked at the crowded room when you entered the party. “The world needs more people like you.” 

You don’t know what takes over you but your digits rest gently against his thumb and the next thing you know, you are both leaning for a kiss. His lips curve in a smirk the moment your lips touch and he presses them inviting you to part yours. The kiss goes slow as you both drink from the nectars of your mouths and you feel like you are tasting the clouds. 

.

Not in a million years  would you have guessed that you would sneak through the back door of the hotel when a worker finished smoking and went inside. Neither would you kiss at every stop of the stairs until reaching his room. For sure, never, that you would be making out with the stranger in his bed like a couple of horny teenagers. 

He chuckles against your throat in response to a giggle when he grabs your ass, just like it happened when you were reaching his room floor. He nibbles and bites softly with an open mouth, his front teeth making goosebumps flourish all over your skin while your hands entwine over the bed. He lets his slide down over your arms until reaching your sides, sliding down to grasp your ass in handfuls and you gasp. He raises his upper body before using his shaft against your covered core, eyes hooded with desire, parted lips exposing the shallowness of his breath. 

You take grasp of his black hair at the scalp, softly sliding your fingers as you move up to find his throat and imitate what he has so expertly done to you. He grunts and has to remove his hands from your flesh to take hold of his own weight as you work.

He stands on his knees and you raise up using the moment you start undoing his shirt. His hand slides behind your back to undo the zipper of your dress. His chiselled chest displays right in front of your face as you get rid of the last button and you press a kiss on his ribs, where a ‘nevermind’ tattoo displays. He takes his shirt off from his arms and pulls your straps down your shoulders, letting him see your bra. 

He traces the extra lace at the upper part of your breasts where the thicker fabric covering them comes to an end, but the translucent silver looking material continues an inch. Your skin reacts to it and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

He slides his fingers up your sternum, where the two gems rest and he pulls his hand away. Unclasping his own necklace, he puts it on the bedside table, "Let's forget about them."

You nod and reach to your nape to unclasp your necklace. Taking it off you see the shine of both stones against the dim light of the room and you leave it next to his chain. 

Immediately his lips find your throat and his arms surround your waist to lean you on the bed. Getting comfortable between your legs. The cold of the metallic buckle makes you gasp for a moment and instinctively reach to separate it from your skin. 

He makes a little space to see what's going on, concerned, then realises no harm has been done and sits on his legs, unbuckling it. He starts pulling off the trousers down his thighs but you put a hand on his and move to stand, gesturing for him to do the same. 

When he obeys, you pull them down to his ankles, lowering to your knees and he meets your eyes when you look up. His crotch, in grey boxers, is right in front of you but he doesn’t look proud or greedy for having you in that position. He only seems to wait and your eyes fall on his bulge. 

Your dominant hand follows and you outline the shape of him, making his breath hitch when you trace the tip. The fact that he's still a stranger becomes your safe place. No need to worry about being judged because even if he does, you don't need to see him tomorrow. Something, maybe that thought itself, gives you the strength to unleash. 

You approach your face to his area and nibble on the middle of the girth. This time he hisses letting his head fall backwards and you pull the fabric covering him to his knees, looking at the perfection of his member. Hard and straight it springs out touching your nose. His eyes lock on yours again when you grab him and press the tip of your tongue at the juncture of his head. 

He squints his eyes and hisses once again, opening them, when you take it in your mouth. You play around it with your tongue, circling it, sucking softly, and his hand meets your nape, holding your hair but not inducing anything. 

The moment you start bobbing your head he grunts and you feel his precum spill over your tongue. "Damn…" he says using his grip to get away from your mouth and holds his shaft with one hand. "Stand, Diamond." 

He lets go of himself when you obey and grabbing you by the waist he makes you sit at the edge of the tall bed and falls on his knees in front of you. He gently discards your silver laced panties and grabs your legs to put them on his shoulders as he leans forward kissing the insides of your thighs. 

It's the first time you do this with anyone who isn't Jungkook and it just feels oddly cool to feel this man's tongue gently rub your knob. He works slowly, exploring, trying, and teasing until you are gasping at the verge of an orgasm. Then, his rhythm changes and seems to undo and redo his traces. 

You almost cry his name, unravelling in his mouth as he doesn't let go of your legs and keeps it going while you are at your peak. The aggressiveness in which he keeps licking makes you try to pull away but his grip becomes almost bruising and he nibbles a bit hard on your left thigh. "Let me do it again…" he mutters, looking at the spot before looking at your pleading eyes. "You taste so good…" 

His words send a wave of pleasure through you that you let out in a moan as you nod. He returns to it with closed eyes, focused, and moans the moment you arch your back again for him. 

He lets you find a spot in the bed to rest when he stands wiping precum from his tip before reaching for a napkin to clean it from his thumb. He leans forward to kiss you; his lips meet yours lightly, playing with the intensity until he pulls away and you involuntarily try to follow him with your mouth. 

He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a condom, opening it with ease. "Wanna keep it going?" he questions right before he starts slipping it on. You nod, feeling your body radiate heat to the thought of feeling him inside of you. 

He makes sure you are comfortable over the bed and allows his lips to fall on your neck trailing little nibbles as he mumbles how much he wants you. He seems in a trance, just as much as you are and when he aligns with you, you use your heels to encourage him pushing further in. He grabs at the back of one of the thighs to stop you and spanks slightly the other while hissing for you to stop. To your complaint, he lets go and obeys making both of you gasp when he fills you to the hilt. 

His hips snap on yours almost immediately and the hard grip stays on your thigh, as your nails start digging on his back. "Stop that, damn it…" he says and you chuckle in response, before he pulls out. He then puts you on all fours and plunges in making you moan and whine the moment he starts fucking you relentless with a hand at your nape. You grip at the sheets as if you were going to shred them before he angles better, making you let your forehead over the bed as he keeps it going. At the moment you feel you are peaking you close the grip of your walls, comming undone with the friction and spills with a growl almost immediately. "F-fuuck…" 

. 

Both spent, he whispers for you to sleep with him and make use of his room as much you need.

Soon the drowsiness of exhaustion drifts you to slumber and he, who seemed to be just as tired, opens his eyes when your breath turns even. You don't notice him standing slowly, pacing the room completely naked with the calm of owning it and reaching to the nightstand for your necklace. 

He walks to the bathroom and takes a bag from underneath the sink. He places the jewel over a scale and then over a paper, taking a picture of the piece with a smartphone also from the bag. He types the characteristics and sends it all to the receiver before putting everything away. He goes out of the bathroom and makes sure to place the piece like nothing happened. 

His phone buzzes on the nightstand; unknown number. 

"Folder created. Ready to receive," says a male voice at the other side of the phone. 

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First of all, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT. Thank you so so much, seriously. 😭❤ This was everything! It took me so long to read it just because I was carefully taking in even the smallest detail. Your description is so right on point that not only I could imagine the whole scene, but also could hear it too. From the sound of the glass window breaking to the sound of the blade cutting through the skin.

I love how oc is so badass in this story and it's cute that the boys saved her. And RIP Seojun, I really liked you even though you got killed quickly. Can't wait for more, like, if this is how the 1st part is written, I can't even imagine the rest. 😍🔥 Well done, Amelia! 👏💗

A Lover’s Redemption | teaser

posting date: late summer 2021 pairing: park jimin x reader genre: mafia AU – romance/action (eventual angst, fluff and smut) 18+ | teaser warnings (potential spoilers): mentions of deceased family, detailed violence, use of guns, multiple detailed injuries (to all characters including reader), blood, character death.  teaser word count: 5438 read more here:  - A Lover’s Redemption -

A/N: this teaser is for the beautiful @anna-muse​ happy birthday lovely! 🥰❤️ i am truly so so so grateful for all your love and support 🥺 since i know you’re excited for this series, i am releasing the teaser much earlier than planned as a lil birthday present for you! i hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day, you deserve it the most! 💗💞 as for this teaser, it is all of chapter 1 of alr because the whole thing is ambiguous and i couldn’t decide where to draw the line for a teaser, lol. i’m not entirely happy with the very beginning but i hope to make some edits before i actually begin posting the series. enjoy, and as always, please let me know how you find it! :)

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Oh my GOSH, it's been a while since I've read something as powerful as this! 🔥❤ The prologue was so good, and oc is so badass already! I love her!

Can't freaking wait to see how this will play out... There's so many details such as mafia names, places, weapons etc that I'll def need to read it again to be able to catch them, but that won't be a problem ofc! The plot seems so interesting and intense (all I've been needing, actually 😅😍)

Thanks Amelia for this little masterpiece! Like, you know how long I've been waiting for alr, and it's finally HEREEE!!! 🥰💗 I'm more than excited, HELL YEAHH!!!!

a lover’s redemption | prologue

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

18+ | warnings ↠ all sorts of crime (including: drug and arms trade, embezzlement, mentions of kidnapping and attempted kidnapping), frequent use of guns and knives, gore (non-descriptive), mild injuries to multiple characters including reader, death. 

word count ↠ 6.3k

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ this is one of the fics i’ve been most excited to share since i came up with the idea almost a year ago now, i hope i can do justice to the story that’s in my head LOL. with the next part, i’ll be sharing the series masterlist and a glossary of sorts to keep up with the characters + locations as the story progresses :)  biggest thank you to mimi @personasintro​ for putting up with me for the last few months when i’ve been so annoying 😭 i really appreciate your help and support so so so much! ❤️+ my sweet ash, @jimilter​ thank you for being the most supportive and lovely beta (i have changed this a little too since you read it i think ) <3 + hadi @amourtae​ for listening to me so many times and always checking in 🥺 + hana @cutechim​ + naia @opaljm​ for helping me out too! (it was a while ago now lol) 🥰 lastly, if you read it, please tell me how you find it  send a comment/dm/send an ask it means so much to me <3 

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OMG AMELIA!

first of all, hey lovely, imy, how are you??

second, OMG YAY??? this is so cool and sooooooo worth the wait. I'm so excited for the next parts!!! this was soo cool, I can't??? high key needed to Google these pics of the weapons lol.

a lover’s redemption | prologue

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

18+ | warnings ↠ all sorts of crime (including: drug and arms trade, embezzlement, mentions of kidnapping and attempted kidnapping), frequent use of guns and knives, gore (non-descriptive), mild injuries to multiple characters including reader, death. 

word count ↠ 6.3k

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ this is one of the fics i’ve been most excited to share since i came up with the idea almost a year ago now, i hope i can do justice to the story that’s in my head LOL. with the next part, i’ll be sharing the series masterlist and a glossary of sorts to keep up with the characters + locations as the story progresses :)  biggest thank you to mimi @personasintro​ for putting up with me for the last few months when i’ve been so annoying 😭 i really appreciate your help and support so so so much! ❤️+ my sweet ash, @jimilter​ thank you for being the most supportive and lovely beta (i have changed this a little too since you read it i think ) <3 + hadi @amourtae​ for listening to me so many times and always checking in 🥺 + hana @cutechim​ + naia @opaljm​ for helping me out too! (it was a while ago now lol) 🥰 lastly, if you read it, please tell me how you find it  send a comment/dm/send an ask it means so much to me <3 

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