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asifetch7 · 3 years

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Nameless - Chapter 3: The Lee’s.

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Hoseok x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, BTS x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut.

TW//mentions of accused mind manipulation/little space caused by trauma

—— Summery

Hoseok pleads your case to the rest of the guys, meanwhile you try to figure out when you can go back home.

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previous//three//next

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean that we’re not letting it stay here. I don’t want it in our fucking house.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far, Taehyung? She’s a human being,” Hoseok says, annoyance clear in his voice.

“She’s the human being who faked her own death, broke your heart and left you behind with that awful family of hers. Then came back out of nowhere, only to kill someone right in front of the people who took your broken pieces and put you back together and now you’re asking us to let her into our home?” Taehyung raises his voice, almost yelling the question.

After last night's fiasco of who’s behind door number one, Taehyung went to sleep expecting to wake up to the girl tied up and ready to get thrown to the wolves. What he didn’t expect to see was his loved one’s listening to his Hobi asking if it was allowed to stay. Of course he didn’t agree and had to make his points very clear.

Hoseok sighs, “I know it doesn’t sound logical but you have to understand that this will be my only chance at closure. Tae, please,” he walks to his dongsaeng and grabs his hands, holding them delicately.

“This is my Ha-Neul.”

The younger’s eyes shoot up at that. “That’s not fair, this is a completely different story and you know that.”

“How is it different? You needed her to close that chapter of your life. I need Y/N to close mine.”

“Hannie didn’t have the skillset and connections to also end our lives, let’s start with that.”

Taehyung looks him in the eyes. “I’m just trying to protect us. There have been rumours going around surrounding an assassin-for-hire called Gemstone. I’m willing to bet it’s the same girl sleeping in one of our beds at this very second. Whoever you knew all those years ago is gone, she’s a threat now Hobi and I’m not comfortable with letting one even look at you guys. How do you think I feel about letting a threat stay in our home?”

“Shouldn’t we take her to Lee, before we decide on something that might not even be possible in the first place?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi nods and stands up from the table he was leaning on, he takes Hoseok’s hands from Taehyung, “I appreciate that you feel safe enough to share all that you have, but Jungkook is right. It’s one of the few rules the underground actually follows and you know this, doll.”

Hoseok’s face falls. “We’re really bringing her to Lee?”

“We have to, love,” Yoongi says. He cups Hoseok’s face in his hands and gives him a slow kiss, making sure that he knows this conversation was done for now.

“Alright, let’s wake her up and take her to judgement day,” Jin says.

“Oh, she’s been up for quite awhile, took a shower, opened the door and has been looking for ways to escape for about as long as this conversation has been taking place,” Namjoon casually mentions while showing the footage on his tablet of Y/N walking around the hallways looking directly into the eye of every camera.

… (crickets) ...

“Ow! What was that for?” He says as he presses a hand to the place Jimin just smacked him up the head.

“For not saying anything earlier, dumbass, you’ve just let her roam around for this entire time?”

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt. It became quite emotional. Plus, she won’t find any-”

Namjoon is interrupted by the fire alarm going off. Loud and clear. Everyone rolls their eyes at him before running off to her last known location.

“Eugh,” you grumble as you wake up with one hell of a headache, squinting your eyes against the sunlight streaming in from the open windows. You bury your head under the sheets. Wait a minute… These are silk sheets, the ones at my home aren’t this fancy. You shoot up, cursing yourself when your headache starts acting up again. Your eyes are still shut tight against the sunlight shining directly on your face. Turning to the opposite side of the room you open them and see the closed door, remembering what happened last night.

Hoseok’s breakdown, the crying, your breakdown, even more crying which ended up in a warm embrace.

You look around and see that the cause of said breakdown and embrace isn’t next to you in bed anymore nor is he present anywhere else in the room. The sheets are still warm when you lay your hand on the empty spot so it wasn’t a long time ago that he decided to get out.

After taking a few minutes to fully wake up you move towards the door which you assume leads to the bathroom. Even if you’ve been here for over three days, according to the clock ticking in your head, you never went outside of the bedroom once, in fear of alarms going off or something happening that would lead to your untimely death. Now that Hoseok has been here and they probably got the answers they wanted, you feel like it’s safe enough to go out and if not then so be it.

You let out a whistle at the sight that greets you. It must be connected to another room, because it’s huge. You spot the shower behind the bath, separated by a cream colored wall with a window, a window! The bath is placed in the middle of the room. It’s definitely fancier than your bathroom at home. Gosh, home. I really need to get back. What if they’re already gone-. You stop your thoughts before you freak out. The first course of action is to take a shower and get a clear mind. After all, it would be a shame to let something so beautiful go to waste.

The shower helped you clear your mind, it was no longer overworking itself with worry and anxiety. You didn’t scrub your skin red like you would usually do but instead tried to take care of the marks left from when you fought Blondie and from the shit they'd tied you up with. They couldn’t have done a nicer job.

Now that you’re standing in the walk in closet all your thoughts pass by peacefully in your mind, waiting for your permission to present itself to find a solution and create a plan. The first is what you’re going to wear, this closet has a ridiculous amount of clothing and if that’s not enough, you can see brands which you would only dare to think about in your dreams. Sure, you came from a rich background but your parents never really cared for your wardrobe, neither for your entire wellbeing if you were to be completely honest.

Okay, no, you’re not welcome.

Shaking your head before that thought could develop any further, you take the first best thing you see, some, probably overpriced, sweatpants and a very comfortable looking cropped sweater. After drying your hair with the hair dryer in the bathroom you make your way to the door, carefully pushing down the door handle, waiting for alarm bells to start ringing or for guys wearing masks to jump out of the ceiling. Neither of those things happened.

You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and cautiously stepping into the hallway, scanning it for any possible threats. The hall was empty, no one in sight and your ears didn’t pick up a sound either, however, you did find multiple ‘hidden’ security cameras which you waved and smiled at. They must have 24 hour surveillance in this house, mansion, hide-out, whatever it was.

You were just about to head left when you heard yelling from that side of the house.

So, we’re definitely not going that way.

Deciding to escape your captors for as long as possible you went right, searching for something that could help you escape or at least figure out the size of this house.

Your scavenger hunt leads you to multiple doors that were locked, cupboards that hold few pictures of the residents and other useless things.

Eventually you finally spot something useful. The small, but beautiful red box that held ~ the fire alarm ~.

Your body automatically moves towards it, your finger pushing the button before you even realize it. The sound it makes shocks you out of the trance and you start giggling.

After a few seconds you hear multiple footsteps coming towards you, trying to withhold your giggles, you look around and decide to play a game of cat and mouse.

Let’s have a little fun boys....

“I swear Namjoon-ah if she escapes, you're going to be sleeping on the couch for the next two weeks,” Yoongi grumbled while trying to keep track of your whereabouts on the tablet.

“You know she’s not going to escape, the house is sealed tight. Not a single door or window will open up for her, hyung.” Namjoon was walking casually, almost strolling, behind the rest of the group who were running around and sniffing, trying to find you. They reminded him of wolves going after their prey, he snorted at the idea.

Yoongi turned around in an instant. “You think this is funny?”

“Yes, I do actually. You’re getting way too worked up over this. Jungkook will find her within five minutes and we’ll be on our way to Lee in about fifteen. So, yes, the way you’re all acting as if this is your life mission is quite funny.”

They stopped walking and Yoongi looked towards the rest of the guys, sighing deeply. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I’m your right hand man which means that I’m always supposed to be right.”

“Still, doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”

“Even after ten years?”

“Especially after ten years, you’ve become insufferable.”

They both laugh at that, moving again when they hear Jungkook’s victorious yell of ‘Hah, I got her first!’.

Jungkook felt his feet glide over the floor as he sped after you. He was able to spot you within two minutes after finding out your location. Your giggles told him that you weren’t actively trying to escape, probably already knowing that they locked up the house, making your chances very, very slim.

You were just being a brat.

Running around the house and making them run after you like a couple of dads trying to capture their wild toddler.

He had to admit the chase was fun and he reveled in the excitement that filled his body when he finally got close enough to capture you.

Your screaming laughter filled the hallway as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. He didn’t understand why you were being so easy and carefree while in the company of your captors. Were you really not afraid of them at all?

“Did you seriously think you could just escape like that?”

“Hah- of c-course not,” you wheezed out, going limp in his hold. “But I was rather bored after staying in the same room for three days, so I thought, let’s have some fun.”

“And this qualifies as a fun time for you?”

“Oh, definitely, though I thought you would find me sooner. I’ve been running around for awhile now.”

Jungkook cleared his throat while carrying you back to the living room. “Yeah, that would be RM’s fault.”

He saw Taehyung rounding the corner and grinned, “Hah, I got her first!”.

“Why the fuck is she wearing minnie’s clothes?”

Jungkook shrugged and put you in the same chair as you were in yesterday, this time without all the constraints.

“I thought it’d be rather rude to go running around naked,” you said.

“You should’ve stayed in your room to begin with,” Taehyung sneered.

“V, don’t be so grumpy,” came the voice of Jimin from the entrance, “besides, she looks absolutely edible in my set.” He walked over to him and threw his arms over his shoulders, nuzzling their noses together.

Taehyung sighed but kept his mouth shut.

Jungkook didn’t understand how Jimin and you were on such good terms already. As far as he knew you only met each other that night of your capture. Jimin wasn’t one to trust quickly and he hadn’t explained why he was so kind towards u.

The captain wasn’t sure about his stance on your stay with them. That’s one of the reasons why he wants to take you to Lee first.

What use would it be to worry about your stay when you might die within the next few hours?

“So, what brings you here Agust?”

Yoongi looked over to where Taeyong was seated at his desk, a new boy on his lap as always. “Seems like you got over Jaehyun quite quickly, do you really not care for your subordinates Lee?”

Loud laughter resonated through the room as Taeyong patted the boys’ bottom to get him off his lap, standing up to walk around his desk and lean back against it.

“Not for him, no.”

He spotted the girl they brought with them and seemed to brighten up.

“Ahw, did you get me a little feel-better-present?”

“I got you the assassin that killed your subordinate,” Yoongi said. He was already getting annoyed. He didn’t like the Lee’s, famous for their clubs full of pretty boys willing to fulfill all of your wishes. According to Taeyong every single one of them gives their full consent before they take them in and he knew this was true, heard it himself from Jimin.

His face turned into a scowl, thinking about Jimin’s past always riled him up.

He stepped to the side and let Y/N get through. She didn’t seem to be very nervous for someone who’s life was in some psycho’s hands.

They were all surprised to hear a high squeal from the boy standing behind Taeyong. He ran over to Y/N and all but jumped into her arms.

“Gemmie!”

She laughed and lifted the guy up in her arms, holding him tightly.

“Hi, Markie, I hope he’s been treating you well.”

Taeyong scoffed. “Of course it’s you.”

“Are you not happy to see me?”

She grinned, readjusting her grip on the kid and hiking him up further.

“Can’t say I am, everytime I see your face one of my guys is dying somewhere in a ditch.”

“Seems like a you-problem. Where’s Doyoung? You two have got to get your guys in check.”

The doors behind them opened and the man himself came walking in, followed by two other guys. He looked up, seeing all the people in the room and sighed.

“What have you done this time, Tae?”

Taeyong gaped at his partner. “Absolutely nothing, I promise.”

“You really expect me to believe that when what seems to be the entirety of the inner circle of Bangtan is present?”

“Mommy, mommy! Look, noona’s here!”

Doyoung focused his attention on the kid, Mark, bouncing in the arms of Y/N and smiled kindly at the pair.

“That’s wonderful, baby. Do you mind going downstairs with Johnny?”

“But noona just got here,” Mark pouted, hugging Y/N tighter.

“I know, sweetie, but we’ve got to discuss some adult things.”

“I’m six, that’s a big, adult age!”

Y/N laughed, releasing her hold on the boy and putting him down on his feet.

“Yes, puppet, you’re a very big adult. But your mom’s right, I promise I’ll come back to talk to you soon. We can go to the fair or something, okay?”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

Yoongi was starting to wonder how far your bond went with the Lee’s. Did they know who you really were? Why were they so chill with you killing multiple of their subordinates?

After Mark had gone with Johnny you were left alone once more in a room full of the men who were about to decide your faith.

“He doesn’t look six,” came a comment from RM.

Doyoung, who was now leaning back into the chest of Taeyong looked up sharply at him. Ever the picture of a fierce mother lion. “His mindset is, his body is nineteen for your information.”

“Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually go as far as mind manipulation Lee, thought you just kept it at naïve young teens.”

Before either Taeyong or Doyoung could say something you scoffed loudly. “You’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that?”

You turned to him, starting to get pissed off, not only at him, but at this entire situation. You’ve been gone from home too long, all for some bullshit reason and if they didn’t let you go right this second they were about to get it.

“I do actually.”

“Well, great that you're so self aware Einstein. Might do you some good to actually research shit and get aware of the hellish situations other people come from. Unlike what you and your whole operation seem to think, the Lee’s don’t let underage, naïve kids work in their clubs. They don’t force their boys to do something they don’t want to do.”

“I actually brought Mark here myself. After I found him locked in an abusive home,” you said, slowly losing control of where you were going, but they shouldn’t talk shit about the boys in this house, especially Mark.

Doyoung walked forwards and put his hand on your shoulder, calming you down.

“You don’t have to defend us in front of people who won’t listen, they’ve made up their minds a long time ago,” he explained softly, looking over at Jimin.

“I know you came here because of the third order, but we’re not going to kill Y/N nor take her captive so she’s free to go. Now unless you’ve got some other business with her, I ask you to leave our territory at once.”

Yoongi nodded and walked towards the doors, signaling the rest of Bangtan to follow.

“You’re coming along as well, Gemstone, we’re not done yet.”

You sighed, turning to Doyoung and Taeyong, giving them a salut and walking after the King.

“I’m not getting into that car unless you’re going to drive me home.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. They’ve been doing this for a good five minutes and his patience was running out. Yoongi wasn’t going to agree with you, neither was Namjoon and those two could be very difficult to persuade, so he did as he saw fit. He opened the car, went into the driver's seat and asked for your address.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked.

“This is going to keep going on until we’re all fat and bald, I’d like to live a little bit more before we get to that point. We’ll continue this conversation when we get to her home. So now, tell me, what’s your address?”

“You don’t already know that?” You tilted your head to the side, looking at each of the guys for an answer. When no one gave you one, you laughed.

“Oh my Athena, you really don’t. If you’re going to kill me, don’t do it there. I don’t want to scare the neighbours,” you said as you rounded the car and dropped yourself in the passenger seat, residing your address to Blondie.

#bts #bts gang au #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts fan fiction #btsxbts #mafia

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renazzx · 3 years

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1. bts polyamory relationships;

relationship au where all 7 members of bts have a close bond and relationships.

{will update more as i read}

*do recommend me some as well :>*

a/b/o au- Pack Up Your Troubles by Arobeebee

a/b/o au- You, Only A Heartbeat Away by Hopeatuuli

a/b/o au- Alpha Needs by lifehound4

a/b/o au- a taste just as sweet by yoongoxl

a/b/o au- It's a Situation by deersnout

a/b/o au- times six by ohko

dating show+a/b/o au- Omega For Life by PoeticJustice1392

supernatural au- It Might Just Come Back To Bite You by Arobeebee

sentinel au- You Need a North Star by DesperatelyObsessional

soulmate au- Leads To You by tsxruka

soulmate au- Love Yourself by v_iolet

magic au- The Emporium by MmeIrene

idol au- A Tale of Two Bottoms by Only_A_Fangirl

idol au- Somewhere Close to Reality by Trilluvium

dom/switch/sub/gad au- The Flick of a Switch by glitterandgilt

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taejinkookiewp · 3 years

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you and i

it’s not a secret how jungkook loves seokjin to death.

seokjin is there through thick and thin. how can you expect jungkook to stop himself from falling inlove with the said man? what they have is magical.

“i love you, seokjin.”

he couldnt help but to let out a small smile at the younger who’s looking at him with such loving eyes. he wouldnt trade this for anything.

“i love you too, jungkook.”

jungkook then embraced him so tight as if he’s afraid that once he let go of his boyfriend, he would vanish. but that’s impossible.

seokjin is head over heels for jungkook.

and jungkook is madly inlove with seokjin.

tears started streaming down seokjin’s eyes. he then looked around and tried so hard to meet the younger’s eyes and feel the warmth of his skin once again but he just couldnt.

“seokjin, please. jungkook is gone...”

“he.. he’s gone?”

“for three years now...”

#jungkook #seokjin #kimseokjin #jeonjungkook #bts #bromance #kpop #bangtansonyeondan #bangtanboys #btsjungkook #btsseokjin #btsjin #bxb #jinkook #jungkookxseokjin #seokjinxjungkook #btsxbts

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moonchild-messenger · 5 years

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Sorry I haven't posted in a long time. I was really busy then I had a few health issues

Who should I write about? Please comment.

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yazonsmith · 6 years

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Star Cast edition — BTS (packs) (ibighit-via)

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dreamysinners · 6 years

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Really Guys?

To all of the people complaing to me about liking both Jikook/Kookmin AND Vmin.

I don't care what you think

Why can't we ship them both. Is there a problem with it?

I understand you might be a hardcore Vmin, Jikook, or even a Jinmin shipper for all I fucking care, but yah' don't have to go around telling people what's real or not real.

I enjoy shipping Jimin with all of BTS, but Vmin and Jikook has me by thread daily. Lately, I've been hearing more insults on Jimin. People calling him a man stealer and a hoe! Like, WTF! No. Jimin is no hoe, you dah' hoe. Get your facts straight.

Shipping is something anyone can enjoy, so don't ruin it for us. Don't tell us what to do. I'm almost an adult and I'm pretty sure I can do make my own decisions.

#btsjimin #bts ships #bts #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts v #jikook #vmin #vminkook #jinmin #yes #really #whats wrong with people #whats wrong with yall #btsxbts #btsxjimin #jiminxbts

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

Jamie sat patiently, hands in her lap, as she watched Ae-Ri, who was busy examining herself in the full length bedroom mirror. Her owner used both hands to toss her soft curls back over her shoulders, strutting left and right, stopping to cock her hip and toss a leg behind her.

She pouted cutely at her reflection to check the application of her lipstick and smoothed a hand down the slit at her thigh. Finally, she turned her rear end partially toward the mirror and smiled in approval. All the while, Jamie waited, knowing that when Ae-Ri was ready for her final opinion, she would ask. One full twirl and she was ready, beaming in the hybrid’s direction. “Well? Hot or not?”

Even without her sharp sense of smell, the air was tinged with the bubbling excitement radiating off the young woman. “I think you already know the answer to that. He’s going to have a hard time picking his jaw up off the floor.”

Pleased, Ae-Ri danced over to her mahogany vanity, doing final touch ups to her makeup and collecting her Balenciaga handbag. “Thank you~” she cooed, “This is the third date, and things are going pretty well. I want to really reel him in now.” There was no way she could fail to do that, dressed in a stunning midnight blue, strapless chiffon gown that undoubtedly cost a few million won. Standing there in strappy heels Jamie still had trouble balancing in at times, Gwan Ae-Ri really was a vision. Being rich, charming and intelligent didn’t hurt either.

”Where’s it going to be tonight?” Jamie asked casually, wondering if it was somewhere they had ever been with Ae-Ri’s parents.

“Satellite!” Ae-Ri practically squealed, “You know that exclusive club on top of the hotel in Mapo-gu that I’ve wanted to check out for months?”

”You might have told me a time or two.” The hybrid replied lightly. Mentally, she scoffed, ‘or twelve...’

”I swear Jamie, he might be it for me.” Ae-Ri continued to gush, heading for the door. Given that Jamie had been around Ae-Ri for years, the girls being raised together, the hybrid was a little stunned to hear that. Ae-Ri was the only child of diplomats, and spoiled rotten to say the least. She was use to the best, and hard to impress. Jamie could still remember the multiple times during her teenage years her owner had nearly caused a scandal, sneaking into clubs while underaged (almost getting caught during one of those excursions if not for a quick coverup), dating some classic bad boys she would somehow meet and generally being a typical reckless teenager.

Now at almost twenty-four, she had calmed down, though she was still fiercely independent and outspoken, not at all the demure daughter of a diplomat who would be easy to snag as a trophy wife. There was still very much a bit of a wild streak there, if one bothered to look. “Don’t keep him waiting too long. Isn’t he supposed to be picking you up any minute?” As if on cue, a phone buzzed, and Ae-Ri whipped out of her bag with bulging eyes.

”Oh, you’re right. That’s him now. You keep better tabs on my engagements than I do.” She giggled. Quickly walking over to the four-poster bed, she bent lightly and mimed kissing both Jamie’s cheeks, a habit she had picked up since spending a summer in the Campania region of Italy. “Now, you know I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up, okay. And of course you know eomma and appa aren’t even in the country so it’ll just be you.”

”And the entire rest of the staff.” Jamie rolled her eyes playfully.

”Yes, them too.” Ae-Ri nodded, shooting off a text message with one thumb. “Busy evening planned without me?”

“Please,” Jamie lounged back on her owner’s bed, made but still covered in rejected outfits she had yet to put back in the closet. “I’ll probably see if Soobin’s free and then we’ll make some good snacks and catch up on the series we were binging.”

”Okay,” Ae-Ri chuckled, finally looking ready to leave. She wagged her finger, winking, “No wild parties though!”

All Jamie could do was laugh at the thought of it. Compared to Ae-Ri she was practically antisocial. Any parties she attended were because she was dragged along. “Get out of here.”

Blowing one final kiss, Ae-Ri made her exit, leaving Jamie alone in the lavish bedroom.

🐾

Comfortable, Jamie leaned back into the warm leather seat, letting it recline until it was the perfect angle to see the big screen of the in home theatre. Soobin was curled up in his own seat beside her, everything from a bucket of buttered popcorn to a tub of ice cream, fizzy drinks and melon bread sitting in the vacant seat on his other side.

Normally, he worked in the kitchen and was learning to prepare meals with the veteran cooks who had taken him under their wing. The young hybrid took to it readily, never afraid to roll up his sleeves and learn something new. His age and eagerness made him a favorite with the older staff, who had a soft spot for the boy. Soobin soaked it all in the same way he soaked up sunlight when he was shifted down in his animal form. “Just let me know if you want anything, okay?”

“Sure,” Jamie extended her hand. “Drink, please.”

”Noona, I didn’t mean right now!” He giggled, though he handed over the drink as requested. Jamie couldn’t help but fight a fond smile. He had even put them in fancy glasses and gotten them bendy straws, as if it wasn’t just peach soda. It was a little too sweet for her tastes. She preferred something lighter, like a lemon lime soda, but it made Soobin so happy to get to choose the snacks for the evening, she could let it go.

He had hardly been part of the household for six months, and after his previous life on the streets, the simplest of things still brought him a lot of wonder. Afforded more freedom than lots of domesticated hybrids, Jamie was often allowed times to go where she wanted, and she choose to spend a lot of it finding hybrid settlements, where the abandoned or wild-born strays of Seoul could gather, form communities, try to seek some semblance of safety in numbers.

It had taken them a while to trust that a hybrid who lived a life so far removed from them could have any good intentions, but once Jamie had earned that trust with patience and by assisting them in bringing supplies and getting any sick hybrids access to treatment, they welcomed her as an honorary member of the community. Many hybrids were content among their own kind, no longer seeking a place among humans after experiences that had scarred them. Jamie understood and respected that. She could have very well been just as mistrustful of people if the Gwan family hadn’t come along and scooped her up when they did.

Then, there were young hybrids like Soobin, who weren’t as jaded, and took her up on her offer of housing and employment. He had turned up in the settlement about a year ago, shy and slow to open up to her at first, but what she noticed was a bright spirit that was far from broken. By the time he did, Jamie had a lot of affection for the kid with his tall, lanky form and his slight lisp from a forked tongue and still-growing fangs that sometimes got in the way.

“I thought we were finishing that historical drama series...” she mumbled, “What’s this?”

”An action movie.” he stated.

Jamie arched a brow, but shrugged, settling quietly as the film started. It turned out to be a movie set around a young man and his German Shepherd hybrid, loose cannons who had been spies together before breaking from their agency. The duo had gotten too close to government secrets and decided it was their mission to take down the corrupt agency officials that had used them. It was actually pretty good, something she wouldn’t mind rewatching at a later date. She could only absorb so much with Soobin on the edge of his seat gasping or jumping around at every shoot out or explosion scene.

By the time the movie had gotten to the climax, Jamie felt her eyes starting to grow heavy, vision dimming. It had been a long day between visiting the stray hybrid community—there was a corgi hybrid named Yeonjun there that Soobin liked to see with her—and attending a graduation commencement ceremony where Ae-Ri had been asked to give the address due to being an alumni. She didn’t remember closing her eyes or nodding off, but she did hear Soobin whispering, shaking her shoulder and urging her to go to bed. “I paused it, noona. We can finish it tomorrow night.”

”It’s a date,” she smiled sleepily, rising with a stretch and bidding her friend goodnight, before heading back to her room. Well, Ae-Ri’s. She had her own room, technically, but it was just an additional walk in closet that had been renovated considering it was unneeded. Some might frown at the idea of being given a closet as a living space, but for Jamie, it was more than enough. After all, it had more space than some studio apartments in Seoul.

Changing for the night, tying up her hair and brushing her teeth, Jamie got settled, cozy under the quilted comforter where she could give into her instincts and burrow to her hearts content. She drifted off, wondering what Ae-Ri would have to tell her about the date the next time they spoke.

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Her eyes shot open, instincts blaring. Something was wrong. Tumbling from bed, clumsy with grogginess, Jamie gave her eyes time to adapt to the darkness and crept to the door of her room, peering out to find that Ae-Ri still hadn’t returned. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but there was a certain tension she just couldn’t place. Maybe she could call her, see if she was doing alright. She would get teased a little for being a worrywart, but being that Ae-Ri was as much a big sister and friend as her owner, Jamie didn’t care. Her fingers had barely wrapped around the cell phone charging on her nightstand when the unmistakable sound of a crash had her instinctively falling to her knees.

Ae-Ri...? No, her friend wasn’t likely to have come home so sloppy drunk she was crashing into the door with that much force. Her room was connected to Ae-Ri’s and someone had just broken in. No sooner had masked people covered in black from head to toe started to swarm in than their noxious, unfamiliar scents spilled in too. They screamed danger, and they were communicating angrily, whispering about how someone was going to pay for “fucking up”.

”What the fuck? This room’s empty! She was supposed to be here! The ambassador’s daughter was our ticket—the whole plan hinged on grabbing her.”

Jamie shrank back into a corner, heart racing. Her door was cracked and if they spotted her, who knew what could happen. She shifted without hesitation, crawling under the bed and peering out, still able to see their feet and legs. “Calm the fuck down...while we’re here, we’re seeing if our guys can pull anything juicy off the ambassador’s computer. Maybe there’s something scandalous here?”

Helplessly, Jamie watched as they started tearing through the room, going through drawers and shuffling through the neatly arranged desk of her owner, pulling books and trinkets off her shelves, some of which fell to the floor with a crunch. It was when one of the goons snatched up a picture of the two of them smiling cheerfully on the front lawn the day Ae-Ri had graduated college, that Jamie barely managed to bite back a yelp of protest.

One of the intruders, a man by his voice and build, who was way too interested in looking through Ae-Ri’s underwear drawer, glanced back over his shoulder. But there was no way he could possibly see her from her position under the bed.

”So this is Gwan Ae-Ri, huh?” The one holding the picture muttered. “Not bad. The one in the picture must be her hybrid.”

”Where is the hybrid?” Asked the one clutching Ae-Ri’s g-string.

“I don’t know, but if she’s here somewhere that may be almost as good as the daughter.”

Jamie couldn’t believe these men had boldly broken into a powerful family’s house, looking to kidnap the ambassador to Japan’s daughter. How had they even managed it? Where was the security? Were the staff members okay? Her heart fell to her feet at the thought of something happening to Soobin or any of the others.

Jamie expected them to start looking in earnest, and they would probably eventually notice the cracked door and waltz right into her room. What she hadn’t expected was for one of them to walk back out into the hall, returning shortly with someone who wasn’t all covered up—someone she recognized.

‘Byungwook?!’ It was hard to suppress the scream that almost escaped. ‘No, no, no!’ Shock paralyzed her, wrapped in ripples of anger and betrayal. It couldn’t be. Byungwook was a dog hybrid brought in from a facility who bred and trained canine hybrids as security for high-profile clients. She was still a kit when he came, and had become something of an older brother figure. Why was he standing there, talking to these...would-be kidnappers so calmly. It was his job to protect the estate and its residents with his life. He and the other members of the home’s security team.

He began to sniff, and Jamie’s heart seized in terror. Byungwook had one powerful nose. To him, she might as well be out in the open.

“Yeah, she’s definitely close.” He informed them. They stood back, letting him take his time canvassing the ransacked room, until he came to the cracked door. Jamie couldn’t possibly curl up any tighter as he crouched down and peered under the bed, the two of them locking eyes. “Hey,” he whispered. “Listen, I know what you must think, but just come out and let’s talk, okay?”

Jamie trilled angrily, knowing he had some inkling about what she was saying and that she wouldn’t cooperate. Though her heart was heavy anger was all she was running on currently. Anger and the need to get away.

Byungwook rolled his eyes. “Knew you’d make it difficult.” He shifted down, wriggling out of his clothes as she had hers. He barked urgently, trying to paw under the bed and beginning to ease his way into her hiding spot.

Jamie hissed in warning, knowing she was no match but unwilling to go quietly. Byungwook was just as relentless, snapping and growling, trying to pull her out. His muzzle got too close and she snapped, her sharp little teeth and claws striking him across the nose. He withdrew and stood back, only to bark toward the group who had been waiting. More feet appeared, and Jamie’s muscles tensed, ready to run.

With a few grunts they dragged her bed aside, and Byungwook suddenly had unrestricted access. One definite advantage she had over him was her speed, and thanks to her small size, she darted right under his paws and over a booted foot. Foolishly, they had left the door open, and although she didn’t know what was waiting for her in the rest of the mansion, Jamie was intent on escape.

That was before she was soaring through the air, punted by the same foot she had run across. Tumbling across the floor, dazed, there was nothing Jamie could do when Byungwook seized her in his jaws, her lithe body dangling like a caught rat. Furiously, she squealed and spat, trying to turn, snapping.

“What the hell is she, exactly? A weasel? A mongoose?” someone asked, bemused.

“A fucking angora ferret, asshole!” She had wanted to say it, but someone else beat her to it. “Hurry and put her in the bag.”

Byungwook shook her around for good measure and then tried to spit her into an open sack. But Jamie knew that if she let them put her inside, there was no telling where she would end up. She fought with renewed vigor, using her teeth and claws in a way she never had thought to before. Byungwook caught another bite to the face, and it was just painful enough for him to drop her.

Jamie once again was on the run, managing to make it out the door and down the hall with the angry dog hybrid and those men hot on her heels. Trying to go downstairs was a bit risky, as she had no clue what had become of everyone else. Trying to get out of the wing, well...they were on the third floor but...

Finding one of the bay windows she loved to lounge by on spring days, Jamie shifted back, aware that she was naked, and began trying to work open the lock. Opposable thumbs had their perks.

“No, she’s trying to get away!”

Turning, she saw them coming at her, right as her leg was up on the windowsill, the glass sliding up to expose her bare skin to the nippy night breeze.

Jamie was prepared to drop, expecting to land in the neatly trimmed bushes of the inner courtyard and then steal off into the night, to the nearest police station. But strong jaws seized her leg, making her scream out desperately as Byungwook tried to drag her back inside. She held onto the edges of the window for dear life, fighting against his attempts to pull her even as the searing pain of her leg being mauled registered.

Frustrated, Jamie turned, swinging a punch that connected with the dog’s jaw. He let go, clearly in pain, and she took her chance, swan diving out of the third floor window.

She hit the ground cut up, throbbing and acutely aware of her mangled leg, but still trying to drag herself to safety. Blasts of gunfire exploded in her sensitive ears, more armed intruders engaging in a shoot out with members of the mansion’s security. Jamie sent up a silent plea that everyone who was in harm’s way made it out safely, that the staff had been hidden or evacuated, as she sprinted through the courtyard in the shadows. No one saw her, too busy trying to break in or defend themselves from invasion.

Jamie knew the grounds like the back of her paw, and her night vision enabled her to easily hide and sneak, heartbreaking as it was to leave the only real home she had ever known under attack.

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The rain was coming down in sheets, had been all day. Elbow resting on side of the car, the young man stared at his reflection in the tinted window and sighed. A tired blue gaze stared back at him, his long, curly hair falling into his face, giving him a far-off, mysterious expression. His hyung was silently listening to the music coming over the car stereo, and he was wondering what the heavens had to cry about. He could be, should be crying, but his eyes remained clear, staring out at the streets they drove through, thinking about matters that never crossed the minds of the average person.

It was a stressful job that no one but others in the same line of work would understand. The assholes who were supposed to be helping them expand their endeavors to seize more control of the ports had backed out at the last minute, deciding to go with another partnership offered by a rival faction in Gwang-ju.

They had already agreed on the cut percentages and then had the nerve to scamper to the first syndicate to offer more. After all the times Bangtan had assisted them when they both had next to nothing. He was especially angered over the slight, considering that he’d thought of Hwarang as friends. Loyalty was hard to come by in their line of business though, so in the end, it was offensive but not entirely surprising. His hyungs assured him that he wasn’t at fault, that they would handle it, but it only made him feel worse.

The majority of the citizens of South Korea weren’t concerned with the same things at all. They thought of normal things like the stressors of their menial office jobs and the asshole bosses breathing down their necks, or studying for exams and balancing their social lives if they were students.

The most excitement the average person got was vicariously through the news, if they cared to tune in. He had reluctantly, because paying attention to the rumblings of the nation’s government was of importance to his hyungs, and therefore to him. For three days straight, all the news stations and newspaper headlines had been more or less the same: Breach In Security Cited in Bold Attack on Ambassador’s Home.

Quite terrifying to national security that a high level diplomat’s home would be invaded and ransacked. His personal computer was apparently not stolen, nor was anything of value. The ambassador himself, along with his wife, were out of the country on official business at the time but had come back, citing concern for the safety of their staff and daughter. Their daughter was also unharmed, not even home but out. What had caused a bit of a stir was the fact that Gwan Ae-Ri’s hybrid was missing. She was believed to have been attacked in the invasion, and blood belonging to her was found both inside and outside the home.

There was a hefty reward being offered for any information on her whereabouts or a safe return, her face often plastered on television. Her white hair was always pin straight, fringe covering her forehead and a reserved smile on her face. Thick lashes framed startlingly clear brown eyes. Her button nose very cute, and very expected given her species. She was generally dressed in something complimentary to Ae-Ri, her owner, in the news reels showed. A Gucci blouse and finely pressed fitted slacks or a stunning maroon Alexander McQueen with a flowing train.

If not for her exotic hair color, anyone without knowledge of hybrids would see two refined young ladies, both beautiful and elegant. Good looks and designer clothes he could appreciate, but his eyes always focused on the same thing in every picture he saw—studded in crystal though it may have been, the pendant dangling from her neck every time she stepped out into the public eye was still a collar. A sign of ownership, denoting that she was nothing more than a pampered, glorified pet at the end of the day.

A slight curl of disgust would find its way to his lips at the thought of ever being owned, stripped of his dignity in such a manner. Then again, most hybrids owned by the wealthy had only ever known that existence. People wanting hybrids who had the money to spend hardly ever went for the sick or disabled ones that could be found lurking in back alleys struggling to survive on cold nights or blistering summer days. They went to breeding centers who carefully churned out companions fitting of the prestigious lives of the humans who wanted them.

The girl was probably the same. Although a ferret, however fancy, was an odd choice for the pet of an ambassador’s daughter.

“Hey,” Jin said suddenly, and Taehyung briefly let his eyes flicker to his hyung expectantly. “Why was the chef so frustrated during the cooking competition?”

”No clue,” Taehyung huffed, knowing he was going to find out one way or another.

“Because he was running out of thyme!” Jin announced, promptly bursting into a gale of laughter.

He groaned, but fought down the little smile that wanted to surface. No matter the situation, Jin always aimed to provide a little levity, very keenly aware of everyone’s moods, and when they needed a pick me up. The jokes may have been corny, but it was so very Jin that they looped right back around to endearing. Taehyung was grateful to be in a place where others had his back, giving him their love and caring about him when he was down, nursing him back to health when he was sick or injured.

Owned hybrids, in their gilded cages, were the ones he pitied. Sure he and the others lived a life full of dangers, but aside from keeping them as status symbols, how many of those rich people’s hybrids knew the kind of boundless love that he knew?

”Still thinking about Hwarang?” Jin guessed. “You know it’s already being handled. And don’t worry, Namjoon will give them a chance to explain themselves before we decide on what actions to take. We know they meant a lot to you.”

”No.” he interrupted.

”No?” Jin repeated, clearly puzzled.

”I mean, yes...what they did hurt, and it’s my fault for fucking up and letting my guard down just because they were my friends. I should’ve seen it coming.”

”Tae...”

”But it’s not that. I’m just trying to figure out how owned hybrids can stand themselves. They live as pets, hyung.”

Jin hummed thoughtfully, “So did I, once,” he reminded. “And what about when we found you? You’d been hoping to find a nice human family to love you since you were small.”

Flustered, Taehyung began to backtrack. “T-That’s...that’s different because—”

”Is it?” Jin questioned. “Honestly Taehyung, we came together for ourselves first, and then decided to liberate any hybrids who were suffering. Make the world fairer and safer for them. But not every hybrid living with humans feels they’re suffering or wants to be liberated. And not every human who keeps hybrids thinks of them as merely property.”

Unsure what to say, the boy remained quiet, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t think about that, I guess. Sorry hyung,”

”It’s alright.” Never one to be vindictive, Jin waved it off. “Let’s go see what information Taeyong has for us and then head home, hm?”

That was more than fine by him. He was sick of the rain and the dreary gray streets, but at least they had almost arrived at the cafè where their informant was waiting. As their territory expanded, it was harder and harder for the seven of them to do patrols. Sure, they liked to be involved in as many of the day to day operations as possible, not just leave everything to subordinates, but that just wasn’t always possible.

A trusted, heavily vetted network of spies were strategically placed throughout Seoul and beyond, letting them know anything unusual that came up when it was necessary.

”But I kind of wonder why he couldn’t just tell us on the phone.” Taehyung grumbled.

”Oh, because I really wanted to pick up some bukkumi while we’re out!” The older hybrid laughed.

The rain had slacked by the time they reached the cafè, but only just. Jin parked the car in a reserved spot in the back, and they made their way in to find customers languidly enjoying the atmosphere. Jin really loved this place. It was his baby, an acquisition that hadn’t been strictly necessary but still meant a lot to him. His first purchase of a cafè.

When they needed it to, it hosted important meetings between themselves and clients, or just provided them somewhere to go where they knew they wouldn’t be discriminated against for wanting a cup of coffee. There were cushioned black booths on one side, an old-fashioned bar with neon lights around the edge of the counter on the other.

Fairy lights strung across the lobby gave it a magical, inviting energy, and everything served on the menu was cutely made and delicious from the cakes to the coffees to the sandwiches.

Taeyong greeted them with a small smile and a nod, ushering them into the backroom where a wooden fruit crate sat on a table. “Sorry to call you out here in this shit weather, but I thought it was kind of one of those Had to See It deals.”

“Had to see what?” Taehyung asked, edging closer to the crate, curiosity piqued.

“Well one of our part-timers found her just slumped over and bleeding out about twenty minutes ago when he went to take out the trash. I called up the Boss and asked if anyone was in the area, and he said you two would be on your way.” The lemur hybrid explained.

“Her?” Jin repeated, his eyes widening as he leaned over, taking in a sharp breath. Taehyung edged up beside his hyung, immediately understanding his reaction. What lay on some old towels could have been mistaken for a wet tube sock stuffed with red jam leaking out of it.

But upon closer inspection, what it was became clear. Fur soaked and matted, covered in various injuries and so limp it was concerning, was a white angora ferret.

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wannabegwenstacy · 3 years

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Eden's Favorite Fic's (BTS Fic Recs)

Updated Version: Here!

Note: In the past I haven't indulged in tumblr fics often but I recently (past 3 months) have been reading quite regularly & am planning on branching out a bit. To keep track of the ones that I have enjoyed & the ones that I have even came back to I'm making this list. Again, I haven't been digging into the tumblr fics world for long so for right now its a very short list. I'm hoping with time I can get more fics of different types on here (btsxbts, some gender neutral xreader ones, & more ones that I genuinely like)

About me to understand what's going to be on here:

Age: 21 (99' liner)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ult Bias: Yoongi

Trio: Rap Line

I am OT7. I do enjoy smut but don't think it is necessary to FF. Overall I just want a well-crafted plot that makes sense. I read for entertainment & to escape. But I still need some form of realism (just me personally) to follow the trail of events. PSA: I'm trying to find a broader scope of writers I like but for right now I don't have many. There are gonna be some repetitive writers for now.

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Kim Namjoon:

- Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz

Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)

Pairing: Cute, Good Boy, Nerdy, University Librarian Namjoon x Bratty, Semi-Popular, Procrastinator, University Student Reader

Word count: 20.8k

Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.

Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)

Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Uni Student Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.

Kim Seokjin:

- Hockey Player Jin by @ve1vetyoongi

HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE)

Pairing: Sweet Hot New Hockey Player in Town Jin x Ex-Figure Skater (who has a history with jin) Reader

Word count: 20k

Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )

Min Yoongi:

Note: these are all but one by the same writer @jungshookz & are written from the pov of a female reader. I'm gonna try to find some gender-neutral fics but for now, if you are female-identifying I really enjoyed these! :)

- Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Baby, You Can Drive My Car (My favorite AU Fics I've read so far on Tumblr!!)

Pairing: Tatted, Mic Drop Era, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Rich, Inexperienced, University Student Reader

Word count: 24.6k

Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?

Maybe She Can Drive His Car

Pairing: Oblivious, Hot, Boyfriend, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Adorable, Spoiled, University Student, Jealous Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 11.6k

Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

- Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz

Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.

Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:

^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^

The One with the Scrunchie:

Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.

Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:

Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"

- CEO Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Suit&Tie (First Fic in the series)

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Wordcount: 21k+

Summary: Young Intimidating Hot CEO Yoongi, Clumsy Secretary Y/N who loves Sugar, Best Friend Jimin. Funny Awkward Meeting that sets up the whole plot, was like reading a Kdrama in book form.

The One Where Augst D makes a Comeback (Favorite Fic in the series)

SPOILERS READ PRIOR DRABBLES TO CATCH UP!! (I recommend The First Date, The One Where Yoongi is Just a Little Jealous, The Proposal, The Wedding, Baby Makes Three, Baby Min's Timeline, The Birth of Baby Min, Daddy's Little Girl, Who the Hell is Augst D.

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: Yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he's going to gi-give it to you more ways than one.

- Demon Yoongi by @jungshookz

Hellish (I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie)

Pairing: Bratty, Super Sexy, Sex Demon, Mint Min Yoongi x University Student, Non-Supernatural Believer Reader

Word count: 22.1k

Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens! (This is probably my second favorite Yoongi Fic I've read!)

- Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz

Basketball Captain Yoongi

Pairing: Cocky, Popular, Charming Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl University Student Reader (who has been crushing on Yoongi hard for some time)

Word count: 18.4k

Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!

- Android Yoongi @jungshookz

Technologically in love (..I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written)

Pairing: Personal Assistant Prototype but SUPER Lifelike Android Min Yoongi x Messy, Junkfood, & Cartoons Loving Reader (basically your early 20s living alone kind of vibe)

Word count: 24k+

Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!

- Listen Closely by @avveh

Listen Closely ( sexiest Yoongi fic I have read so far, I kept wanting to go back and read again)

Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader

Word count: 12.2k

Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light. (SMUT 18+: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)

Jung Hoseok:

- Secret Boyfriend Hoseok by @kpopfanfictrash

Keeping a Secret (this took me places...Idk about you but I have trouble finding really good Hoseok fics and this one was perfect. One of my favorite fics on this website)

Pairing: New Relationship Dom Hoseok x New Relationship Tease Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!

- Studio Sex Hoseok by @joonbird

Studio:

Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax. (Hobi being the beautiful glorious sexy man he is and putting those ungodly hips to use!)

Park Jimin:

- Jimin and His Pregnancy Kink by @boymeetsweevil

ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW)

Pairing: Sweet Caring Domestic but Horny Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader

Word count:~3.7k

Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it (If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!)

- Crush/Neighbor Jimin by @sketchguk

Lover to Lean On: (I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a short Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!)

Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader

Word Count: 19.9k

Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

Kim Taehyung:

-Roommate Taehyung Universe by @jungshookz

Stuck with You

Pairing: Frat Bro bit of an asshole Roommate Kim Taehyung x Clean Organized bit of a Pushover Reader

Word count: 37k

Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.

The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble)

Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW

Jeon Jungkook:

- Gamer Jungkook by @softyoongiionly

PRESS START (this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD!) gender-neutral I believe!

Pairing: Night owl Gamer Domestic Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook x Witty Domestic Cutesy Relationship Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex. (GREAT READ!! I AM A SIMP FOR THIS FIC!!)

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asifetch7 · 4 years

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Nameless - Chapter 2: Three questions, a hundred answers.

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut. Referenced death.

—— Summery

We’re back at the mansion of Bangtan. The guys try interrogating the girl they captured, but things don’t go according to plan and a lot of new information is revealed.

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Monday 8th of June, 2020

"Three days, it has been three days since that bitch from Marco Polo last opened her mouth Jin. I want answers and I wanted them yesterday so when the fuck is she gonna start talking?" Yoongi yelled at his old friend. He didn't mean to lose his temper like this but it had been a stressful couple of days for him. Not only for him, he knows that, his whole crew has become anxious and nobody has slept more than a few hours.

He still didn't know how it all went down. After the girl spoke Hope's real name it escalated quickly. The only thing he saw was a red flag flowing right in front of him and like a bull he barreled straight towards it. Nobody knows the real names of his inner circle. For a few years even he was clueless to what some of them were called. Their names were only revealed to those who earned their trust and Yoongi knew damn well that nobody from Marco Polo earned that privilege.

So, how did she know? How did she gain this knowledge? Where did she even find it? Did she know all of their names? Questions have been running through his mind 24/7 and he wanted answers but those were difficult to obtain. See, right after she called him a bitch, which still upset him, the girl revealed a pill from under her tongue that she broke with her teeth and swallowed before her words even reached his ears. He didn't know what it was but it knocked her out cold within a minute. It confused the fuck out of him.

<...<

Yoongi stared as the girl went unconscious in his hands. Her body fell forward but was held back by the rope that tied her to the chair. He released his hand from her jaw and tapped her cheek. “Hey, nameless,” he tapped her a little harder. “Agust, stop, it’s not gonna work. She’s out,” Jimin said as he stood from the couch and crouched in front of the girl. He opened her mouth and started feeling around with his finger.

“Euhm, Jimin, I don’t think that’s better than tapping her cheek,” Taehyung said, unsure of what the assassin was doing. “Shush.” Jimin felt his finger hook on something in the back of the girl’s mouth and pulled it out. He held the tiny bag triumphantly between his fingertips. “This, my loves, is the culprit. Well, what was inside this little bag is the culprit but that’s gone now.”

Hoseok walked forward and took the bag from Jimin, examining it closely. He smirked. “She’s definitely part of Marco Polo.” A sigh came from his left. “We kind of already figured that out Hope, welcome to the party,” Taehyung deadpanned with a fancy wave to their surroundings. Hoseok rolled his eyes at him. “That was just a guess because she said their name, now you know for sure,” he said as he waved the bag around like a flag.

“How come?” Yoongi asked, doubting that a bag could so easily reveal which gang she belonged to. “You know those suicide pills that agents used during World War ll?” “Yeah, what about them? She’s still breathing so it couldn’t have been that.” Hoseok laughed. “No, she didn’t use one of those but she did use the same method.” He walked over to the couch and sat down in a relaxed position. “When I was still with the Polos-” “Hobiii,” Jimin interrupted with a whine as he crawled towards him. Hoseok stopped and pulled the pouting boy in his lap. “I know you don’t like me talking about my time there, baby, but it’s important right now.”

He rubbed comforting circles on Jimin’s thigh to soothe him. “When I was there I saw a lot of twisted shit but this stuff really surprised me. Little bags like this one,” he held up said item, “were used to store suicide pills and the like. It’s very smart actually. They figured that when someone got captured that person didn’t have the time nor possibility to grab a pill from their pockets, so they just put them in their mouths. Ready for use when needed.”

“And she used one to store something that would knock her out?” Hoseok tilted his head. “I think so yeah, she put it in the back of her mouth. See these strings?” Yoongi nodded. “They tie these around their teeth so the bag falls under their tongue. When they press against it the pill pops out. Then they just bite it, swallow it and tada... No chance of getting tortured or spilling any information.”

Jimin let out a whistle. “Damn. She’s just getting more interesting with the minute,” he said. He watched the girl in front of them for a minute, wrecking his memory of places he could've seen her before or people he could’ve seen her with. The assassin knew many people, it was one of the reasons why he got on Bangtan’s radar. His connections all around the world, both above and under-ground were extremely useful and valuable. Especially during things like this. Finding out who their chosen victims were was one of his main tasks, besides killing anyone who crossed his lovers of course.

When nothing came to mind he figured he didn't know her, but someone might.

“Hobi, I know it’s highly unlikely, but do you recognize her? Since she said your name and all.” Hoseok looked at the girl in front of him. If he were to be honest he did have an idea of who she might be. Although he prayed it wasn’t true. “Maybe,” he shook his head, “but I want to be sure before we take that road.”

“Why not just figure it out on the way? A guess is a guess, babe, we need to help each other with this one.” Taehyung told him as he crouched in front of the girl and examined her. “Not this one, guys, seriously. If I’m right, then prepare yourselves for another war.” Hoseok padded Jimin’s thigh to get him to stand up. He walked to the girl and started untying her. After getting her upper body free, he ripped her sweater.

“Whoa, hold up, this is not how we treat-” “I know Chim and I’m not gonna undress her, that’s Solar’s job. I just need to see her back.” He moved the fabric out of the way and started searching for the only clue he could think of.

Her upper back was bare of anything, just pure, naked skin. If you ignored the scars that is, but Hoseok wasn't looking for those. All of them had at least one reminder of ugly times on their body's. That didn't make it clear she was a Polo.

He pulled the entire sweater of her body and threw it somewhere in a corner. His eyes slowly made their way down… His lips turned into a tiny smile when he saw the inked picture placed on her lower back.

Found ya.

Right there, just above the waistband of her pants, was a beautifully detailed snake. He couldn't deny that the design was gorgeous, but it wasn't the snake that grabbed the man’s attention. It was the tattoo hidden underneath. He guessed the purpose of the snake was to hide the compass he knew by heart. Hoseok couldn't understand why the snake didn't cover the whole thing though. It didn't even look like it was supposed to be hiding it. The snake was put in a position in which it added to the tattoo, instead of covering it up.

The compass was what he had been looking for. It was the brand mark of Marco Polo, any member has one somewhere on their body. He can still feel the scar burning on his left bicep from where sharp stones had slashed the skin when he tried to get rid of his.

Only his didn’t have a poisonous snake resting in the middle.

Hoseok grabbed the girl out of the chair and lifted her in his arms, making sure her back was visible for the rest of the guys.

“So? Do you know who she is now that you’ve seen this tattoo?” Yoongi asked him, annoyance starting to leak in his voice. He was getting exhausted and just wanted to lay his head down on his pillow and sink into the heaven that was his matress.

“Yeah,” Hoseok answered rather sombly, looking down at the face of the girl he once thought he would never see again. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone waited for him to tell them who she was but Hoseok seemed to get lost in his thoughts.

And he was. Every single memory of her came rushing back to the forefront of his mind from the deepest parts where he had buried them a long time ago. He was speechless and couldn’t believe that he didn’t recognize her the second Taehyung carried her through the front door.

...

Friday 18th of August, 2006

“Mamba, meet our newest soldier Jay.” His capo said to the girl standing in front of him, well not in front of him. She was hidden behind a guy he knew to be Viper, the son of Consigliere Rizzo. Still, the twelve-year-old could feel her piercing gaze even if he couldn’t see her eyes and Mamba? What was it with all the snake names in this gang?

“Welcome, Jay,” the girl said in a calm voice, walking past Viper to greet him. Hoseok stared at her, bowing his head, because even if he didn’t know her status, the fact that she was specifically introduced to the boy gave him a hint that she stood far above him.

“He’s going to be molded into the perfect bodyguard for you, Mamba,” the capo said. The girl scoffed at that. “I don’t need a fuc-” “Mamba,” the guy next to her said. Hoseok didn’t know their relationship, but they seemed to be very close as the girl only rolled her eyes and went silent.

Suddenly, her attention was on him again and he straightened up immediately. He had the idea she was about to analyze him and decide if he was worth it or not. His life lay in her hands, he figured, since he was supposed to become her bodyguard and all that jazz. If she decided he wasn’t good material to start with he had no doubt that they would replace him in a heartbeat, and he would be without his own rhythmic muscle.

“Fine,” the girl said as a sigh left her. “See ya another time then, Jay.”

…

Friday 18th of July, 2008

“Mamba, come on. You don’t need to learn all of that. What use would I be for if you didn’t need me?” Hoseok said, trying to get her to stop training. “Jay, I know you’ll be my bodyguard, my human shield, my personal escort for the rest of my life. Don’t you think it’s important I know the basics of self-defence? Like, for when you’re not present,” the girl said as she took a break to catch her breath.

“Muay Thai isn’t exactly a basic of self-defence, Mamba,” he sighed. He knew there was no arguing with her but even after two years he still tried. Every. Single. Time.

...

Tuesday 17th of March, 2009

“Mamba, I’m fine. I promise.” Hoseok insisted for the tenth time. They were just a few cuts, nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “No, Jay, you’re not. You’re literally bleeding from multiple spots on your body. The person I’m looking at right now is far from fine.” She tutted disapprovingly as she started treating his wounds.

“I can’t believe he actually send you to do his dirty work.” “It’s what I’m training for bab-” He quickly stopped himself from finishing that sentence, but the girl was too pissed off to notice his slip-up. “No, it’s not. You’re training to become my bodyguard, not his personal minion.” She huffed irritatedly. Hoseok’s eyes shot up at that and he smirked. “Oh, so now you finally accept that, huh? Took you long enough,” he teased.

She slapped his shoulder softly, trying not to hurt him any further than he already was, although it was really tempting when he was being a smartass. “Shut up. I still don’t like it.” But even as she said it, he saw the small upward quirk of her lips.

...

Friday 25th of September, 2009

“Mamba, you’ve got to get up. You can’t keep lying in bed all day.” Hoseok looked at the fifteen-year-old who was wrapped up tightly in her covers. He sighed, knowing he probably wouldn’t get her out today. Just like all the other times the past week.

“Baby, I know you don’t want to and if I could I would give you all the time to properly grieve, but you need to get out. Otherwise it won’t be me asking anymore, your father is going to demand your presence soon.” He hated using her father against her, but he was telling the truth. Her father wouldn’t be as lenient as he was being right now, even if he had just lost his own son.

A broken voice startled him out of his thoughts. “I-I can’t, I can’t JayJay,” a sob wrecked through her body and Hoseok could swear he felt it tearing through his heart. “I know, baby, I know, but I need you to be really strong right now and just, just take small steps for me. Let’s take a shower, huh? Or a bath?” He asked her. Trying everything to get her out of that fucking bed.

…

Friday 18th of November, 2011

“Mamba, now is not the time to play games with me. Where the fuck are you?” Hoseok yelled out while the burning smoke only got bigger and thicker. He covered his mouth with his shirt as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of icy blonde hair.

The wind picked up and he finally got a clearer view of his surroundings. Looking to his right he saw the car that had driven off the road. “No,” he whispered after spotting a girl trying to crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. A fire made itself present in the back of the car. “No, no, no... Mamba, get out of there!”

Hoseok fell down when a loud explosion followed the fire. Squeezing his eyes shut he told himself to wake up, to open his eyes and see that his angel was perfectly okey, sleeping right next to him. But his eyes didn’t open to that image.

All he saw was fire. Fire everywhere and no angel in sight. His ears picked up a sound that reminded him of a screeching banshee. Only minutes later would he find out that it was his own voice, screaming in agony as the girl was no longer there, no longer present in his life. The only light he had known, his little star, burned out without ever saying goodbye.

...

Jimin saw the emotions flashing over Hoseok’s face. He walked up to him and cradled his tear stained cheeks in his hands. “Hobi,” he locked eyes with the shocked man, “can you come out of your head for us?” His hands slowly started stroking over his lover’s cheekbones, trying to get him back to reality.

Hoseok blinked a few times and shook his head. Noticing that his body was shaking he carefully laid the girl on the couch. Jimin was right behind him and grabbed his face again, wiping each offending tear off his cheeks with his fingers.

“What happened my love?” He asked in a soft voice, not wanting to scare Hoseok now that he was in such a vulnerable state. Taehyung and Yoongi stepped closer to the pair, both shocked to see such an emotional reaction out of their boyfriend.

Hoseok took Jimin’s small hands in his and kissed them. After taking a deep breath he turned towards Yoongi, completely ignoring Jimin’s question. “I need to go to bed. Can I tell you tomorrow, please?” He asked, after clearing his throat. Yoongi looked at him, saw the heartbroken look in his eyes and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “Of course, Seokie, don’t force yourself to tell us right now,” he gave the man a sweet peck on the lips, but didn’t let go.

It had been a long time since he last saw Hoseok like this, shaking, crying and on the verge of breaking. Determination to find out who this girl was and who she was to his lover grew in him. He needed to know who the woman was that crashed into their life’s for he knew she wouldn’t leave soon and definitely not without leaving destruction behind.

“Why don’t you go with Jimin to his room? Tae and I will wait on the rest of the guys and give them a quick briefing of what’s going on and then we’ll join you, if you want. You can also just go to your own room, I don’t know wha-” Yoongi got interrupted by a giggle. He was glad to hear the other laugh again.

“You’re rambling Yoongles,” Hoseok said with a grin on his face that got even bigger when Yoongi scrunched up his face at the nickname. “I’ll let you have that one since we’re all tired and want to go to bed. So,” he patted Hoseok’s ass and let go of him, “go up with Jimin.”

Another giggle was heard and he expected to see the two of them disappear through the doors, but Hoseok surprised him for the second time tonight. He walked towards the girl on the couch and crouched down, caressing her face with his left hand, a sad smile on his lips.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, angel.”

With that he left the room, leaving a lot of confusion behind. Jimin send one questioning look back at Yoongi and Taehyung, who both shrugged since neither of them had any answers.

“What the fuck was that?” Taehyung asked Yoongi as soon as the others had left hem. Blunt as always. “I have no clue, Tae, but we need to get her out of here, otherwise the guys will explode before we even have a chance to explain the disaster that’s been this night.” He said. “We can place her in the Light room,” he suggested.

They did just that.

After Yoongi had explained the events of that night to the other guys he could finally slip under the covers and get a full three hours of sleep. They had planned to wake the girl up the next day for questioning, but she didn’t give any signs of consciousness for the entire hour they tried to wake her up. Taehyung got pissed off and offered to “awake the bitch with a kick to the ribs,” but Hoseok shoved him against the nearest wall before he could even take one step towards the bedroom.

So, Namjoon advised to leave her alone and check on her every hour or so. The day went on as usual, a few business meetings, approving new soldiers, making sure Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t kill them within the first hour. All in all a pretty peaceful day, which left Yoongi with an itch when he stepped through the front doors of their mansion. Because the King didn’t have peaceful days, Agust D doesn’t go a day without getting challenged and Min Yoongi hasn’t rested since that dreadful night all those years ago.

He needn’t to worry though, since that itch was about to get scratched by sharp manicure nails and sadly for him not the ones his kittens loved to wear so much.

In the evening, after all the guys had devoured Jin’s newest culinary creations and were lounching around, they heard a scream coming from the light room. Yoongi arrived first and stopped dead in his tracks when he took in the scene in front of him. On the ground next to the bed lay Jin, covered in the noodlesoup he’d made for the girl as dinner. The first thought running through Yoongi’s head was that she had attacked him and escaped. His eyes quickly scanned the room and soon found a pair of piercing eyes staring back at him.

“Jin,” he said as he hesitantly stepped in the older guy’s direction, “would you be so kind to explain what the hell happened?” Jin stood up and glared to the bed where the girl sat straight against the headboard. “Well, Agust,” he began with a huff, “I was just turning on the light and walking towards the bed. Of course I expected her to still be asleep so you can imagine my surprise when I put down the soup to see her eyes wide open. Not just that, at the exact moment our eyes met she said boo.” The girl started smiling at that. “The only acceptable response to that was to fall down on the ground and I’d rather not disappoint the newest addition to this household.”

Yoongi shook his head as he tried not to laugh at the bullshit story Jin had just created. “Well, how thoughtful of you to not embarrass our guest with an inappropriate reaction.” At this Jin nodded his head, still holding tight on selling his excuse. “Yes, I thought so too.”

The door got pushed open further and the rest of the guys made their way into the room. “Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked, looking adorably confused as he stared at Jin, still covered in noodle soup. “Yes RM, nothing happened.” “Nothing happened?!” Jin shrieked as he flung his arms around, noodles swinging around the room. One fell on the girl’s face and Yoongi went to take it off.

He hissed as sharp nails suddenly dug in his wrist, preventing his hand from touching the girl’s face. Within seconds he was pushed back behind Jungkook who made to grab the girl. She jumped up on the headboard of the bed, out of his reach, which even Yoongi had to admit was pretty admirable. That headboard was almost as thin as his arm, she definitely had to have some training.

“However fun it would be to stand here with all of you and watch Jungkook hunt his new prey down, I’m feeling really disgusting right now. So, please, everyone GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Jin yelled, he was already starting to shake. Namjoon and Jimin quickly grabbed his wrists and rapidly walked out of the room.

“So, sleeping beauty,” Yoongi began as he focused his attention on the girl, “finally managed to open those eyes of yours?” He didn’t get a response at that, just those green eyes blinking back at him. Her gaze followed his body as he moved towards the side of the bed and sat down, folding his hands in his lap. “Now that you decided to graze us with your conscious presence, I’ll let you in on what’s going to happen.”

“We’re going to ask you some questions and if you’re a smart girl,” he noticed her eyes twitching at that, something to keep in mind, “then you will answer each question truthfully. If you don’t then we’ll take you to the basement, where we’ll repeat every single question and trust me, you don’t want to make us repeat ourselves.” This time her eyes didn’t twitch, but he saw something flicker over her gaze, maybe she saw this as a challenge?

He huffed. It’s been a long time since someone tried to really challenge him, well except the guys of course, they seemed to love pushing his boundaries these days. “JK, stand down,” Yoongi told the youngest, who still looked ready to pounce the girl any second. However, he was reminded of how well the boy listened to him as he backed down as soon as the words left his mouth.

The conversation only seemed to happen between him and the woman before him, but he felt the presence of Hoseok in the shadows and heard Taehyung move from foot to foot, energy always flowing. “How about you sit down?” He asked the girl, extending his arm to help her on the bed, but she just stepped down and squatted in the corner furthest from them.

“First question, what’s your name?” She didn’t answer, just looked around the room. He saw her eyes linger on the spot where he knew Hoseok stood, but they made their way to his before most would’ve even noticed. “Need I remind you that we don’t ask questions twice?” Again, no answer, just more stares. “Second question then, why did you kill Jaehyun?” A giggle was heard this time and a smile found it’s way on the girl’s face.

“Yeah? It was fun wasn’t it? Bet it felt really good to poison such a disrespectful asshole,” he leaned forward. The girl nodded with another giggle. It wasn’t a direct answer, but he figured it was as much as he was going to get at this point. He held three fingers up. “Third question, are you a member of Marco Polo?”

She tilted her head and it reminded Yoongi of last night, of how innocent she made herself look while she was just giggling about murdering someone. Yoongi noticed that he was comparing her to his lovers. She seems to have a lot of different skills like Jungkook, is manipulative like Jimin, finds death a matter for giggles like Taehyung. He could go on and on, but he stops himself before ideas start forming in his head.

We still don’t know who she is. Find that out first, then you can start daydreaming.

“That’s all the questions I have for now, sweetheart, just three of ‘em.” Yoongi stood up and motioned for the rest of the guys to start leaving the room. “We’ll check in every few hours and see if you’re ready to answer them. If you don’t answer in the time frame we want, well, then you’ll get to see the fun we have downstairs.” He holds the doorknob and casts one last look to the girl, who’s still sitting in the same crouched position as she had been the entire time. Just as he’s about the close the door she speaks.

“I’d still like a bowl of noodle soup, please.”

>...>

Monday 8th of June, 2020

Now they're here, many bowls of noodle soup later and still none the wiser on who she was, why she killed Jaehyun and if she was a present member of Marco Polo. Hoseok still hadn’t told them what he knew and the tension was rising up.

"I don't know when she's going to start talking, Yoongi. It's not like I'm some kind of wizard who can just compel her to answer," Jin harshly said back. He sighed and let his posture drop, slumping down in the chair. “Let’s just take her down to the basement, tell her that the time’s up and start the interrogation process. Like we have done with every person we’ve ever taken.” That last bit was directed towards Hoseok, who had pleaded with them to wait a couple of days instead of the usual few hours.

“Let me ask her.”

All their heads turned to Hoseok. He hadn’t been in the room the girl resided in since she had awoken. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked. “I don’t know what you’re relationship with her is or was, but we won’t push you to talk to her, Hobi.” His gaze was soft as he focused it on the assassin, but he was only met with determined eyes. “I don’t even know if it’s going to work but I want to try it out before we take her down.”

“How sad, I was already looking forward to-” “Shut up, Taeyhung.” “Fine, fine, just do it now then so we can move on and get back to business. This bitch has been taking up way too much of our time,” Taeyhung grumbled as he stood up and left the room. A few chuckles went through the room. “Even after all these years his temper hasn’t changed one bit,” Jin said. “Eugh,” Namjoon groaned, “I know, at least he’s learned to use words to make his annoyance clear instead of attacking anyone who displeases him.”

“I definitely don’t miss the weeks of getting stitched up by Wheein, almost daily.” Everyone laughed again at the mention of Jungkook’s memory, well all except for Hoseok who stood up and walked towards the door. “You’re really okay with questioning her, baby?” Jimin asked from his place on Namjoon’s lap. “Yeah, I’ll be fine Jiminie. Just come check if I’m still alive and kicking in about twenty minutes,” he grinned and made his way to the light room.

His smile dropped quickly after that.

You heard someone knocking on your door and prepared yourself to go down to the basement. It already surprised you how long they tried to get answers out of you in a civil matter. Probably has something to do with Hoseok. So it came as a bit of a surprise when you opened the door to be met with the one and only assassin.

For a few seconds neither of you said a word, just staring at each other, seeing the changes that eight years have brought upon the other. “Come to take me to hell?” Hoseok scoffed but the cold expression on his face remained. “No, I’ve come to talk to you.” “By talk you mean me answering the questions you already know the answers to,” you said. “Doesn’t that sound unlogical to you? I mean it is so much more work to-”

Your sentence got cut off when Hoseok pushed you back into the room and, in your opinion rather dramatically, slammed the door shut. “It’s not fucking UNLOGICAL that I want to have a talk with the woman who left my entire being in pieces eight years ago!” He yelled into your face, tears already streaming down his cheeks. Just looking at you brought everything back, the good and the bad. The nights spend kissing your lips and stroking your hair. The nights spend screaming and sobbing in his hands until his throat was sore and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought you were dead, I mean I still do. My brain can’t even comprehend that your here right now, standing in front of me, breathing and talking. Talking like you never even died, like I never saw you die that day, crawling out from a burning car that was seconds away from exploding.” His voice broke while he talked about his memories. “I left that week, just like you did. I couldn’t stand seeing your family nor your bedroom. I grabbed my bags and got out before anyone even returned from the funeral, YOUR FUCKING FUNERAL.”

He was sitting on the floor now, looking at you with eyes that gave away how much it still haunted him even after all this time. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want this at all. The day you ‘died’ was the day you blocked away all your memories of your time at Marco Polo, of all your struggles, but also all those days spend laughing and crying with him, your bodyguard, your sunshine, your Hobi.

You joined him on the floor, sitting down next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, feeling it move as he took a few deep breaths. “I’ve always wondered what love would feel like, ever since I was a little girl, running around the garden and stumbling over my feet while I followed butterflies who were in the midst of a mating dance.” Hoseok chuckled softly at that, still sniffling and trying to get his breathing pattern in order. “The first time I felt something akin to love was when my brother started reading me bedtime stories, he always made sure to be in my room right when my bedtime was due. He started caring for me the way a parent should care for their child, he told stories about all the different kinds of love in the world and never failed to put in an ‘I love you’ every single day.” “Luca was pretty great,” Hoseok whispered absentmindedly. You nodded your head. “Yeah, he definitely was.”

“The second time I felt love it was another brotherly type, my brother’s best friend basically became my second brother, he was always a bit more lenient towards me than Luc and let me get away with shit a lot easier,” you laughed, thinking about all the trouble you got in. Your childhood wasn’t entirely made out of neglectment and sorrow, there were bits and pieces where you were just a normal kid, finding out that pranking your brothers with water and flower had its consequences.

“Jaebeom works under us now, has been working under Yoongi ever since Luca...” He didn’t finish the sentence. “You can say it, Hobi, since Luca passed away.” Your mind was so overwhelmed with all the memories that came crashing down that you didn’t notice the nickname falling out of your mouth. Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat when he heard it. “I already knew that, btw,” you casually mention as you go on with your story, “I’ve been kind of working with them for a few years.” You didn’t explain further and he decided to leave it at that, it was a topic for another time.

“So, you’ve only felt love two times in your 26 years?” He asked instead. “I thought so yeah,” you looked up at him, “until my uncle suddenly came up to me with this frightened twelve-year-old. I swore he was shaking on those skinny legs of his.” There was no laughter following your words as you had expected it would. He met your eyes, this time they were full of questions, unasked ones and ones that you never answered. “I really despised him at first, he was supposed to become my bodyguard,” you scoffed as your gaze fell to your feet, afraid of the emotions swimming around in his eyes, “, like I even needed one. Apparently everyone thought so and when I fell on my ass during our second meeting I didn’t provide him with evidence that would prove otherwise.”

Hoseok did laugh at that, the scène playing out in front of his eyes, it left a small smile on his lips as he focused his attention back on you. “Turns out the kid on skinny legs was very skilled and young y/n didn’t like that, she wanted to be like that. So, she started training and eventually they started training together. Of course seeing him all sweaty, strong and shining that bright smile of his didn’t really help her poor, teenage heart and she began crushing on him in secret.” He watched her hands draw patterns on the floor, something he remembered was a habit of hers when she was talking from the heart, often embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Eventually they both confessed during a sleepless night which turned into a wonderful dream. It was the first time she felt true romantic love, the one that gives you butterflies at first and slowly turns into this comfortable feeling you get when you’re near them. It changed into viewing their life as important as yours and wanting for nothing except their happiness.”

It was silent for a few minutes and then you suddenly took his face in your hands, cradling his cheeks as if they were made of glass.

“I fucked up, Hobi, I messed up so bad but I had to do it. I had to get away before the ceremony and I can’t say I’m sorry because I wouldn’t do it differently if I had another chance.” Tears were now also running over your face, it felt as if a damn had been broken, every emotion found its way out of the confinements you put them in. “It just breaks my soul that I didn’t think about your happiness,” every sentence gets interrupted by deep intakes of air as you continue to sob. “I put my life over your own, I could’ve taken you or told you. I could’ve done something but I didn’t, because I couldn’t gamble with your life like that. I almost did die that day, the risk was never zero, b-but I-”

“You had to take it because otherwise you would still be stuck down there or,” Hoseok swallowed, “or you wouldn’t even be here at all.” You broke down more and he couldn’t take it anymore. Of course nothing was solved, this night opened wounds for him that never healed, but he saw that the same happening to you and just like you said. When you love someone you put their life, their happiness over your own and he could never stop loving you. Seeing you like this made him more upset and he just wanted to stop crying for a moment.

So he lifted you in his arms and walked over to the bed, not even thinking twice before carefully laying you on his chest and pulling the covers over both of you. Before he pushed the button that would close the curtains and put out the lights, he looked the camera in the corner dead in the eye.

“Her name’s Y/N Luna Rizzo, she is the daughter of Consigliere Rizzo. She killed Jaehyun because it was an assignment for Got7. On November 18th 2011 she escaped the mafia group known as Marco Polo by faking her own death.”

Across the hall Yoongi smirked as he twirled his whiskey around and watched Hoseok close his eyes on the monitor in front of him. Namjoon and Jin immediately started searching for any information they could possibly find about this woman. Jungkook had already left the room to go find Taehyung and Jimin made himself comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. “So what do we do now?” “Now we prepare ourselves for a war, just as Hobi predicted.” Jimin pouted as he inserted himself into the other two’s conversation. Yoongi’s eyes were still focused on the monitor, mind going through every single word the two sleeping lovers had said. He shook his head, thinking about all the shit that was waiting for them around the corner.

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