#criminal au
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「 CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE 」
SYNOPSIS moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder.
pairings criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader
warnings for tape 02 drinking, lightly hinted sexual themes, red flag beomgyu, mentions of drug dealing.
GENERAL WARNINGS ─ this story contains dark themes, portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships as well as substance abuse. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.
✎ NOTE!, this story is partly told in flashbacks. beware of time stamps as present and past is mixed throughout the story.
#serene adds ✎... I've been doing a lot of thinking about how I want the dynamic between the reader and Beomgyu to play out. As the story progresses it will become a lot more evident, also gentle reminder that Beomgyu is a piece of shit with some morals (when it suits him).
the tape recordings
tape 02 ─ red lipstick stains
February 19th 2024 — present time
“Is everything alright?” Huening’s light voice easily parts the dark clouds fogging your mind and your eyes snap to him as you blink a couple of times. “You’ve barely touched your food”, he comments as he casts a glance toward your almost full plate.
Pushing said food around leisurely with your fork, you sigh, “I’m not feeling particularly hungry today I suppose”. Your colleague frowns as he sets his own fork down, “does it have anything to do with the case you were assigned this morning?”.
You look at him as you gnaw on your bottom lip, you don't want to lie, especially not to Huening. But was it such a good idea to tell him about who exactly you had been assigned. You figured it probably wasn’t.
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Huening kai, but if word got around the office, well it certainly wouldn’t look good on either yours or Yeonjun’s part. Besides, you really didn’t feel like pulling the whole story for him, not when you had already promised Yeonjun that you would later that night.
“No, I’ve just been tired lately”, you shrug as you reach for your glass. Huening doesn’t seem convinced as he studies your expressionless face. “Sorry, I’m not exactly good company right now”, you mumble against the rim of the glass.
“You’re always great company, noona” he beams and you smile. “You’re great company too, Huening” you say and your younger colleague blushes furiously as he occupies himself with his food.
You liked spending time with Huening kai, he was so easygoing and the atmosphere would always feel light whenever he was around. The restaurant he had taken you to was a small family owned business, perfectly situated on the corner of the street in the most central part of your city.
From your table by the window you had a perfect view of the large park, though the flowers had yet to bloom and the tree branches remained naked you still found it to be a beautiful sight.
Beomgyu had rarely taken you out to restaurants. In fact he rarely took you out at all. Back then you didn’t see a problem with that, but then again, there were a lot of things you had disregarded in better judgment of Choi Beomgyu.
31st March 2022
It had been three long days since your first encounter with Beomgyu. And for those three days you hadn’t stopped thinking about him. On your way to class, in class, after class, on your way to work, during work, after work.
He was everywhere yet nowhere. After the night you had spent together you had woken up to an empty bed, no note left behind. Beomgyu had given you no way to contact him. Perhaps that should have been your first warning.
Had Kayla been right all along? Did he really never see the same woman twice? Yet his words remained engraved in your brain;
“I like you dollface, I’ll keep you”.
I’ll keep you. How did you keep someone you couldn’t even contact? Of course you had kept the whole encounter from your nosey friend. As Kayla pestered you about where you had gotten off to during the evening, without as much as a word to your bestest friend, you dismissed her, making up some bullshit lie about getting a cab home to not ruin her night.
Perhaps you should have just taken a cab home that night, perhaps things would’ve turned out different if you did. But there was no changing the past.
It was late at night when your usually dry phone chimed with a notification. Had you not still been up to finish your coursework you probably would have missed it. Grabbing the device, an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen. The text was short, only reading out one sentence.
“75-4, Seongbuk-gu, Seoul, 1.30am.”
You frown, an address? As you open the message you find that you can’t reply, how odd. Part of you knows better than to give the mysterious message more than another thought. But something about it felt familiar, was that strange to think?
The sender had left no signature, yet you were almost certain who had sent it.
What did you have to lose? With that thought in mind you swing your legs over the edge of your bed as you get up.
Typing in the address on your phone you find that it’s, “a nightclub?”. It was situated in a part of town that you were unfamiliar with. The large buildings looked slightly worn down and as you dwelled deeper into the narrow alleyways you started to question your decision.
But you couldn’t go back now, you had to find out if he was actually the one who sent the message. The night breeze causes shivers to ripple through your body and you pull your arms around yourself as you quicken your pace.
Soon a faint light comes into vision and the thumping of loud music can be heard. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or not, but you keep on walking. As you double check the address on your phone you throw a glance at the time, 1.28am.
You swallow hard, an attempt to cover the fast beating of your heart. When you approach the door a large man turns to look at you. He looked like your typical bouncer, absolutely fucking jacked and covered in tattoos.
The man raised an eyebrow as he took in the state of you. “You lost, little girl?” he asks in an amused tone. Your throat goes dry as you look up at him, “I…uh”.
He chuckles, “kindergarten is down the street and to your right”, he gestures with a large hand. The bouncer’s words cause a frown to cross your features, kindergarten? Sure you weren’t exactly your typical bimbo, but did you really look that out of place?
Oh who were you kidding, of course you did. What were you even thinking coming here, on your own too. There was no way you were going to be let inside this club. What a waste of time. Internally groaning, you prepare to leave when a figure suddenly appears in the doorway.
“Dollface, you made it”, Beomgyu’s dark eyes perfectly match the smirk playing on his lips. He pushes past the bouncer who immediately steps aside and gives him a quick bow.
A ring clad hand finds your waist as Beomgyu pulls you to his side. Your eyes widen in surprise as you stammer for words. When you pass the bouncer Beomgyu mutters something to the man that you can’t quite catch. You’re unable to give it much thought as you’re led inside the beating club.
The atmosphere of it all is no different from any other club you had been to, sweat, alcohol and sex filled the hot air. Yet there was something special about this place, it felt almost exquisite, and the people here seemed to be aware of it.
Instead of a bar, drinks were being served by the multiple waiters pacing around the outlines of the dancefloor. Several booths clad in purple velvet filled the walls, you expected Beomgyu to lead you to one of them,though his eyes seemed to be set on the large staircase leading to the second floor as he pushed through the dancefloor.
Immediately eyes were drawn to him as people stepped aside to make room for him to pass. What made him so special? You were barely spared a glance apart from an occasional glare sent by the many women surrounding you.
When you made it to the stairs, Beomgyu's hand traveled from your waist to your lower back as he guided you toward the large purple doors at the top. As the two of you approached, the bouncers stepped aside and gave Beomgyu a quick bow, he barely seemed to notice them.
“Isn’t this the VIP section?” you whisper under your breath as you survey the area. It was much quieter here and the air felt almost cleaner. “Clever girl”, Beomgyu smirks as he leads you to one of the few larger booths.
You quickly realized that the two of you weren’t going to be alone. A man in his late twenties sat by the booth as he swished a drink around in his hand. You didn’t recognize him and when Beomgyu called out to him, his name rang no bells.
“Duri!” he exclaims and the man looks up from his drink with a grin on his face. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up”, Duri says as he studies Beomgyu’s frame, gaze stopping at the way his hand rests on your lower back. “Though I now realize what kept me waiting”, his eyes shift to you as he gives you a wink.
“I, uh…hello”, you give him an awkward wave and the man bursts into laughter, Beomgyu however doesn’t seem to share his amusement. “Pretty little thing you got there”, Duri comments as he reaches for his drink once more, “what’s your name, love?”.
“Oh, it’s─”
“Dollface, this is my old friend, Duri”, Beomgyu interrupts as he gestures toward the man in front of you. “Duri, this is Dollface”. You glance up toward Beomgyu with a slight frown but he doesn’t seem to notice as he pulls you along to sit next to him.
Duri hums as he eyes you carefully, “nice to meet you”, he then says. “Uh, you too…”, you mumble, your words coming out as a squeak when Beomgyu’s hand finds your thigh, cold rings stinging your naked skin.
His free hand quickly calls over one of the many waiters and he turns to look at you, “what do you want, doll?”. “Oh anything is fine…I’ll just have what you’re having”, you tell him and Beomgyu smirks as he turns back to the waiter, “my usual, and make it two”. The waiter bows before quickly rushing off again.
You lean back against the smooth velvet as Beomgyu and Duri indulge in a conversation regarding topics that made little sense in your ears. You wondered why Beomgyu hadn’t introduced you, was he ashamed of you? But why bring you along if he was ashamed, it made little sense.
Suddenly you’re reminded of Kayla’s warnings, you realize what kind of people Beomgyu might have connections to. Was Duri one of those? Was that why he didn’t want you to give out your name?
Your mind spun with different scenarios, much so that you didn’t notice your drinks arriving. Not until Beomgyu brings the glass to your lips and mumbles a quiet, “open up”.
Doing as he says without hesitation, the warm liquor burns your throat. It was unlike anything you had ever tasted before and it was… “this is really good”, you murmur as you take the glass from Beomgyu’s hand. He smirks, “knew you’d like it, dollface”.
Raising an eyebrow, you sip on your drink, “why, you seem to know everything about me already”, you grin. Beomgyu’s eyes twinkle in an unexplainable way as he brings his own drink to his lips. “You’d be surprised”.
To Beomgyu’s right, Duri clears his throat, “well it seems my date for the night has arrived”. As he gets up he gives you a quick glance, “pleasure meeting you, ‘dollface’”, he says before making his way over to one of the many half naked girls crowding the rest of the booths.
Surprised at his sudden leave, your eyes follow the man before returning to the one next to you. “Who was he?” you ask and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow as he looks at you, “an old friend”.
You frown, there was no way he was telling the truth, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to question him further, reminding yourself that you barely knew the man. “If he’s an old friend, then why didn’t you introduce me?”
Beomgyu takes a sip of his drink before setting it down, his hand returning to your thigh once more, “I did”. Shaking your head you twist around on the spot to look at him fully, “why not my name?”.
“What’s it to him?” he mutters as his free hand runs through your hair before stopping to rest on your shoulder. Your frown deepens upon hearing his words, “he’s your friend”, you state. “Perhaps”, Beomgyu says as he casts a glance toward Duri whose hand was down the skirt of the girl he had just walked up to, “but not a friend you should be acquainted with”.
“Why?”
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth but doesn’t reply. “Did he do something bad?” you press but Beomgyu doesn’t budge. “Haven’t we all?” he says as he empties the last of his drink.
“Yes but─”
“Drop it, dollface”, Beomgyu’s voice is so cold that it could've easily brought back the ice age. Gulping you look down to your half empty glass, the drink seeming to have lost all its taste.
His answer however made you almost certain of one thing, that Duri was a dealer, he had to be. That’s how Beomgyu knew him, it had to be. Then that would mean that Beomgyu also… No, maybe he just bought from him every now and then. A small amount couldn’t be that bad right? As long as he had it under control, and he did, didn't he?
Back then you didn’t know it, but Beomgyu loved his control. More than a lot of things, more than a lot of people.
You glance up at him once more, a thousand questions prodding at your lips, you chose one. “How did you get my number?”
Beomgyu groans, “fuck dollface, you ask a lot of questions”. His hand on your shoulder moves to the nape of your neck as he pulls your lips flush against his in a hot kiss. Beomgyu was good at avoiding questions, perhaps a little too good.
That should have been your second warning.
19th February 2024 — present time
Beomgyu hadn’t changed a lot in the ten months you had gone without seeing him. There were only a few noticeable differences. His hair had gotten longer, the ends looked thinner and less well kept. Dark circles clad the area under his eyes, it was something you had never seen on him before.
His otherwise charismatic persona had yet to leave him as he cracked jokes at any given moment. Ah, and he was still a little too good at avoiding questions.
“What is your relationship to Park Baekhyun?” you ask. Beomgyu twists the rings on his fingers as he hums softly. As his eyes find yours a grin spreads across his lips, “what’s your relationship to that guy?”.
You frown, what guy? “I advise you to answer my questions instead of diverting to other─” “The guy in the doorway, from earlier”, Beomgyu interrupts you as his eyes scan your expression for answers, for insecurities.
“That was my colleague”, you say, mentally scolding yourself for letting Huening drop you off at the investigation rooms after your lunch together.
“Really?” Beomgyu’s eyebrows raise in a fake-surprise, “didn’t look like it to me”. You roll your eyes, “what you think does not matter, now if you would regain focus and answer my quest─” “He your boyfriend or something?”
Beomgyu’s expression holds no hint of amusement as he leans back in his chair, rocking on its back legs. You almost wanted to laugh. After everything, he still thought he had a say in anything regarding your life, regarding you.
“He might be”.
“Bullshit”. Beomgyu leans forward again, the front legs of his chair slamming down on the stone floor.
You don’t flinch at the sound, you don’t move from your position even when Beomgyu’s face comes so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath on your face.
Fighting the urge to smile, you tilt your head to the side. “Is it so hard to believe?” You watch as Beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek as he studies your face, when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for he lets out a huff of air as he leans back again.
“He’s not your type”, he then says and it’s now your turn to fake surprise as you cross your arms, “who says?”. Beomgyu scoffs, “funny, dollface”. “You forget, I know everything about you”, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you find your eyes lingering.
“Knew”, you then say, “you knew everything about me”.
Beomgyu looks at you with an expression that could only be explained as rage filled. “Things change, Beomgyu”, you then say, putting pressure on his name, “people change, I changed”.
“It’s a shame you didn’t”, you give him a sympathetic look. Beomgyu’s fist slams down on the metal table, causing the cuffs around his wrists to rattle. You don’t flinch. It angers him even more.
“I think it’s best we end today’s session here”, you stand up and straighten your shirt. Beomgyu remains silent as he glares at you. It isn’t until you reach the door, one hand on the handle, that he finally speaks again.
“Is red his favorite color too?”
You freeze, “what?”. Beomgyu chuckles behind you, but his laugh holds no warmth. You turn to look at him, what had made him bring such a thing up. It isn't until his gaze travels to your lips that realization hits you.
You had meant to get rid of that lipstick months ago. You had simply forgotten to, right? It was a mere coincidence that it presented itself on your desk so prettily this morning, and you had been in a rush too, not looking to see which exact product you’d taken.
Beomgyu smirks, “you still look fucking irresistable in it”, he says as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
Quickly composing yourself, you pull your eyes from his lips. “My boyfriend thinks so too”, you say and before he has the chance to reply you’re out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you as you lean against it.
Fuck, he still made your heart almost beat out of your chest.
That night had been a restless one, spent going through the few pieces of Beomgyu you had left. The pieces you had clung onto, like your life depended on it. And maybe it did─maybe back then it did.
They were few but important, a necklace, a perfume, a shirt, polaroids and…the red lipstick. Turning the small shiny tube between your fingers, you admire it. It was the first gift Beomgyu had given to you.
It came in a small box, wrapped in gold with a red bow on top. Beomgyu had watched closely as your shaking fingers ripped the packaging apart. When you so carefully lifted the lid to reveal the small product inside your eyes had widened.
“I─ Beomgyu this is…” you had mumbled as your fingers grazed the outline of the lipstick. “Try it on”, he whispered as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.
You screwed the bottom of the tube, revealing its deep red color. With trembling hands you had applied it, it turned out to be rather difficult without a mirror. As you put the lid back onto the lipstick you turned to look to Beomgyu.
The smirk on his lips widened, exposing sharp teeth, his thumb grazed your bottom lip as it swept away any excess product. “Now you look like a real doll”, he mumbled as he caressed your flushed cheek.
“I’ll wear it”, you whispered as you leaned into his touch. Beomgyu hummed in approval as he pressed his lips against your freshly painted ones.
“Good, red is my favorite color”.
end of tape 02
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Prompt 25 - Criminal AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 25, word count 857
Sirius, wrapped in his brand-new wool cloak, sauntered down the street, perusing the wears of the local sellers. It was market day, and the locals were out in their droves. Normally, Sirius wouldn’t deem to mix with the riff-raff, but after the stifling morning of lessons and the lecture from his parents about upholding the family name, he’d needed to escape. To lose himself for a while.
Out here amongst the lesser mortals, he could pretend he wasn’t the heir to the most prestigious family in the country. Even the royals couldn’t hold a beacon to the power and respect garnered by the House of Black.
He breathed in the putrid smell of the lower classes and revelled in the freedom. He’d just spotted a shabby-looking pie shop and debated braving the questionable-looking meat when a tall man with a face lashed with scars knocked into his side.
“Sorry, excuse me,” The man mumbled hurriedly before continuing down the street.
Now, Sirius was many things, but a fool he was not. He checked where his coin purse had been secure in his pocket, and of course, it was gone.
“Hey, you! Come back here!” He bellowed down the street, his anger rippling through. The man glanced over his shoulder and took off at a full run, his long legs an advantage over Sirius’s shorter ones, but only for so long.
Sirius had lived his entire life in a saddle, pushing himself and his horses faster and faster for longer and longer. He was built for endurance. His well-muscled thighs were still pumping as the thief began to tire.
The thief clearly knew the streets well, but so did Sirius, having come here many times over the years to escape. He followed the man down every twisting, turning alley until the lanky being took a wrong turn and trapped himself in a dead end, his back up against the wall.
Sirius slowed to a long stride and casually leant against the narrow passageway in front of the exhausted man. He extended his arm and raised his brow. The thief sighed, threw the purse to his waiting hand and slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. It was then that Sirius noticed how skinny he was and how ragged his thin clothes were.
“You do this often, then?” Sirius asked sternly, trying to get a feel for the man. The man looked up, shocked to see Sirius still there watching him. He pulled his thin clothes around him tighter and scowled at the brown puddle against the brickwork.
“No,” He muttered. “You looked like an easy target.” His eyes snapped up to look straight at Sirius. “Clearly not.” He spat onto the ground. “Why are you still here? Get the Bobbys if you want. I’m in no condition to move now.”
Sirius watched his chest heave with each laboured breath and sighed. For some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t leave the half-starved vagrant.
“You got someone waiting for you?” He asked. The thief flinched.
“Yes,” He said, and Sirius knew it for the lie it was. This man had nothing and no one.
“You good with your hands?” He questioned further. Those warm brown eyes dropped and stared beneath Sirius’s cloak. The man began to crawl forward and was reaching towards Sirius when Sirius realised what was happening. “No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He gently pushed the man’s hand away from the buttons on his trousers. “We need a groundsman to tend to the flowerbeds and whatnot. Keep the grass cut, walls intact, that sort of thing. There’s a small hut and a salary with the job. If you want it, of course.” He’d started babbling, so he stopped himself. The brown eyes darkened.
“What’s the catch?” He rasped from the floor in front of Sirius.
“Nothing, no catch. Just don’t tell my parents this is where we met.” Sirius panicked for a second. His parents would have the man killed if they knew where he’d come from.
“You live with your parents?” The man snorted but stopped quickly, catching himself.
“I’m in a different wing,” Sirius explained. He held his hand out to the crouching man. “Sirius Black, heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.” The man gawped. Sirius motioned with his hand for the other man to take it. The man hesitated before slowly accepting it. Sirius helped him haul himself to his feet. “And you are?” He prompted when the man didn’t reciprocate.
“Remus Lupin. I don’t have a fancy title to go with it.” He said blandly. Sirius threw his head back and laughed.
“Well, Remus,” He said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “The first thing we’re going to do is get a hot meal into you, and then we’ll pick out some new clothes, but the main thing you need, my new friend, is a bath, because and I do mean to be rude here, you smell worse than the Thames.” He softened his words with a smile and a wink before he turned on his heel, Remus following close behind him as they reentered the bustling streets of London.
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"I'll always be on your team."
She sniffles against his chest." You shouldn't be."
"I know," he says. Her fingers dig into his back as she hugs him tighter. "So, no more lies?"
"No more lies."
And here is another drawing I made for a fic, for another incredibly talented writer and another super sweet beans of mine, @miabrown007! 😍😍
I love her current ongoing story, Felonies And Other Love Languages so much!! 😍😍Can't wait for the last chapters and to see how these dorky beans' relationship will turn out at the end! 👀
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The Psychologist
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.
I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted anywhere even if you give credit. But please re-blog and comment. Thank you!
Pairing: Criminal/Mafia Bucky x female reader
Summary: You, a young criminal psychologist, takes up a task with the government to study and make reports on the worst criminals in NY. One of them is James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: 18+ only, Dark fic, Noncon, breeding, blood, violence, force. GIF is not mine!
“Hello Dr. L/N, I got the call just an hour ago. Are you sure you want to do that?” You were sitting in front of him in your black dress pants and a beige sweater.
“Director, I can see you are not a fan of this but it is my job to study and understand humans like them.” His humorless laugh interrupted you and then he looked dead into your eyes. “Humans? This place is not made for humans. This prison is for those who are the scums of the society. Even animals are better than the monsters we cage here.”
You looked out of the window, the sky was gray with dark clouds. It was pouring outside and the gloomy weather made you low spirited. You took a deep breath and looked back at the man sitting behind the beg desk.
“Director Foster, I understand your hatred and disgust for the prisoners or as you said monsters, but right now you are stopping me from doing my job. I am here, because the Governor has appointed me to make a thorough report on the most dangerous criminals. This report is not only to see how dangerous they are, but also to see how and why they become like this.”
You took out the official letter out of your bag and handed it over to him. “I know you are worried that he will put them in a normal prison or pardon some of the crimes, but I assure you that this will never happen. Our goal is only to prevent others from becoming monsters.”
Director Foster leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute. “Fine Dr. L/N, but realize that you are putting yourself in danger. These are not just some thieves or drug dealers, most of them are criminal masterminds. Some of them will study you as you will them and play mind games.”
You nodded and told him that you will keep that in mind. As the door opened you picked your bag and stood up. A guard stepped in to take you to the first inmate, but before you left the office you heard the Director again.
“ Doctor, 2 guards will wait outside the room when you are alone with the prisoners and their hands and feet will be cuffed to the chairs. But still don't go near them.”
“I understand Director. Thank you.”
On the way to the room you talked with the guard. Apparently not many guards lasted longer than 3 years. The longest one worked 8 years but last year he had a breakdown and never came back on duty.
According to the young officer, he was a tough man with a military background, but one of the inmates got under his skin and made him lose his mind.
“Officer Peterson, can you get the inmates file and then get him too?” The Officer stilled for a moment, it took a few seconds for him to react. He turned around and looked a bit uneasy about your request. “ Are you sure Doctor? Maybe you should start with someone else?”
“Officer, I am sure, please bring him first.” He nodded and left without a word. You looked around the room, it looked like an interrogation room. With 2 chairs and a small table in between. You sat down behind the table and read through the file.
Name: James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky
Born: 10. March 1984 in Brooklyn, NY
Criminal charges: 42 murders (31 first degree, 9 second degree), smuggling of weapons, drugs and humans, kidnapping, rape,...
Before you could read more the door opened, Officer Peterson entered the room. 2 other Officers were holding the tall man you were just reading about. He was roughly pushed down on the chair and the chains around his body were tightened and secured on the chair.
You thanked the Officers as they left the room and Peterson took his place outside beside the door.
You looked back at the man sitting in front of you, when he jerked his head and his long dark brown hair flipped to the sides. This was the first time you saw his face, he had a short untamed beard.
He was gorgeous, but him being a criminal left a bitter taste in your mouth, so you pushed all other thoughts out of your mind.
“James Buchanan Barnes, I am Dr. Y/N L/N. I am a criminal psychologist, my job is to understand the motivations of criminals, clinical evaluation of a defendant and criminal profiling. I work with the FBI and sometimes with the police too. You are one of the few people I will be profiling and making some reports.”
Your eyes met his, a cold feeling went down your spine. It was like his cold and dark eyes could see directly into your soul. But you still held eye contact with him, even knowing he was making a profile of you like you were making his.
You asked him questions about his childhood and parents, but he just sat there without answering any of it. After 40 minutes of trying to get him to speak up about his childhood, you stopped. The whole time he didn’t move, never said a word or looked away from you.
“Mr. Barnes, I will be back in 3-4 days and hopefully you will be more cooperative.” You called Officer Peterson in the room and in a few minutes he and 2 other Officers were untying him. As the three were about to leave the room you said to him. “Goodbye Mr. Barnes.”
“Bucky!” You looked shocked at him, this was the first time you heard him speak. He only smirked at your reaction. The Officers pulled him out and closed the door, leaving you with Officer Peterson.
“That was weird, no one calls him Bucky here. All the other prisoners call him Barnes. Doctor, you should be careful around him. Barnes likes to play mind games.”
You nodded and sat down again. The officers brought another prisoner, but Barnes was the one you kept thinking of.
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Exactly on the third day you were back and entered the room when James Barnes was already on the chair and secured. You greeted the officers and took your seat behind the desk.
Like the last time his eyes were staring only at you. You took out your notepad and started talking. “ Mr. Barnes I hope today you will be more talkative than the last time. Can we talk today about your childhood?”
You heard him chuckle lightly. “Bucky, call me Bucky doll. Why should I tell you anything about me? Don’t you think I should get something out of it too?”
I saw the slight smirk on his face. “Mr. Barnes if you have forgotten then let me remind you that I am only a psychologist. I don’t have the authority to make any kind of deals or promises.”
He moved his head to the side and looked directly into my eyes. “Don’t worry doll, it is something you can do to make this fun for both of us. For the last time, call me Bucky or this conversation is over.”
The way he said the word fun, made your heart skip a beat. Not because you found it pleasant, but because it sounded more like a threat to you.
“Okay tell me Mr. Bar... I mean Bucky.” His tongue moved over his lower lip and he bit on it. “See it wasn’t that hard. I want to play a game. A game that wouldn’t be hard for you to play. The game is 20 Questions.” That took you by surprise and seeing his reaction, you could tell he was enjoying the expressions on your face.
“What the ...? Why this game? We are not teenagers or on a date.” He laughed, like a real genuine laugh. “Come on doll, it is not everyday that a beautiful woman comes in here to spend some time with someone like me. Just humor me a bit and I promise to behave and not ask any dirty questions.”
Bucky winked at you and you could only roll your eyes at him. His behavior shocked you. It was like day and night. You had to be careful around him and not share much information about you or your personal life.
“Okay fine, tell me about your family.?” “I had a normal family. My mother was a faithful christian and my father was a hardworking man in Brooklyn and then there was my older brother Nick. Joined the military and a few years later died in Afghanistan.”
You were about to apologize but were interrupted by him. “What is your favorite color?”
“Really? Purple. Okay what was the turning point in your life?”
“If you believe that something really bad happened that made me like this, then no, there was not a turning point in my life. Why did you become a criminal psychologist”
You took a minute to answer this question. “My sister was killed. Why did you become a criminal?”
“I am sorry about your sister.” Your vision narrowed at him and you could help but to scoff at his heartless apology. “No, you don’t. You felt nothing at all.” “ Well doll, that's what normal people say, don’t they?”
You snorted derisively at him. “Normal people? Bucky, you are far from normal people. Just answer my question.”
“Don’t be so cold, doll. It does not suit you and I wasn’t making fun of you.” His cold eyes turned mischief and he shifted his head to the side. “I always felt peaceful when I could bend people or situations to my will and to do this you need power. And power comes from money, the money that you can’t get by working a 9-5 job.”
“So you kill for money and what about the women you raped? They didn’t deserve that, no one does.”
His laugh was cold and humorless. “Doll, it’s my turn. Play fair and don’t be naughty. Why was your sister killed?”
Fury flooded you, as the dark thoughts came back. The room turned quiet, but your heart beat throbbed in your ears. You felt like the time had slowed and the clock on the wall was ticking louder. One minute turned into two and then into five, but he did not say anything or asked again.
A loud knock on the door told you that the time was over and you felt relieved knowing that now you could breathe normally again.
The officers entered the room, but Bucky kept staring at you without saying anything at all. He was pulled by two officers but before they left called you. “Doll, we will continue this in 2 days. I will be waiting for you.”
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Almost a week went by, but you didn’t see him again. Of course you were there and met with other inmates, but somehow you couldn’t talk to him again. Barnes got under your skin and it scared you, because you met many criminals but only a handful people were this manipulative.
You were in the prison waiting in the room for him. Not because it was your decision, but because you got a call from the prison director. The director told you that Barnes had beaten an inmate almost to death, because he was telling all that you were very beautiful and nice. Somehow Barnes heard him talk about you and broke 4 ribs, 3 fingers and his jaw.
The inmate was in intensive care because of the head trauma and Barnes was held in solitary confinement. But it didn’t go well, because he banged his head against the wall till he started bleeding. The only thing Barnes wanted was to see you again and so you were waiting again for him.
You heard loud footsteps outside and you prepared yourself for him. “Doll, you came. I have been waiting for you.” You were weirded out as he was smiling so brightly, like he hadn’t almost killed a man and then went full psycho on himself.
He willingly sat down and when the officers were ready he shooed them out of the room. “So Doll, tell me, what did you do last week?”
“Mr Barnes, do you think this is funny? You almost killed a man and then went crazy on yourself.” he only laughed at me.
“It is your fault, you shouldn’t have avoided me and then you visited other guys here. It made me angry and right now you are pissing me too. I have told you to call me Bucky.”
The way his mood changed scared you. But you were going to end this now. “Bucky, you are not a part of the group I am working with anymore. I don’t think we will get any clear results if I am going to do the clinical evaluation, that’s why my colleague will do it.”
You thought he would get angry at you but he just smirked and said. “Really, we will see about this later, but now let's continue our game. Last time it was my turn, but I am going to change the question for you. So you had a sister, are there other family members?”
You looked away pinching the bridge of your nose. “My personal life is none of your business. I know you are trying to manipulate and play your sick mind games with me, but I will not let this happen.”
You stood up with your purse and went to the door, but then you heard him speak again. “
Mr. D/N L/N your dad is a professor at NYU and your mom, Mrs. M/N L/N is a family lawyer. With 3 children, the oldest daughter was killed then you came and after you there is a brother who is studying law. Then there is your boyfriend who is an assistant district attorney. Met while working on a case 3 years ago, he just proposed to you a few weeks ago. How sweet.”
“How the fuck do you know this? Did you bribe a ward to get the information?” He chuckled at you and said, “It’s all about power, love. You think, just because I am in a prison I don’t have the power anymore? Of course I do have the power, why do you think they didn’t take any actions? Because doll, I have the money and if I say jump they will only say how high.”
The anger in you was rising, but you stopped yourself from screaming at him. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you panic. You quietly stood up and packed your things and went to the door, but stopped when you heard him speak again. “Y/N, break up with your fiance. It will be much easier for you and it will also be better for him if you break his heart now then I break his neck later.”
Cold fear spiraled through you, as you heard him threaten your love Andy. You harshly turned around and started shouting at him. “Don’t you dare ... don’t you fucking dare to threaten my love or my family. James Buchanan Barnes I am glad you are rotting in this prison and one day you will die like any other disgusting low life.”
Hearing you scream the guards enter the room and it made you feel a bit better. You told them to take him back to his cell. Officer Peterson was talking to you, trying to calm you down. All of sudden one of the officers was lying on the floor with a bloody nose. The other one took his truncheon, but before he could land a hit Bucky grabbed him and banged his head on the table again and again, till his face was covered in blood.
Officer Peterson was as shocked as you were and he tried his best to protect you from him as he could. Bucky smiled sickly at you when Peterson got in between and tried to overpower Bucky, but you just heard a ugly cracking sound.
You stood, frozen with fear as his tall figure moved closer towards you. You tried to run past him but he was fast and graped your neck and pinned you to the wall.
No sound escaped your mouth, as he moved his face closer to your neck. You tried to scream as you felt his wet tongue on your neck, but Bucky covered your mouth with his hand. “No doll, not yet. I want to hear you scream, when I will push my cock into your small cunt. You taste so sweet and I bet your pussy tastes sweeter. Fuck I can’t wait to have you. See how perfectly you fit against me.”
Bucky pressed his hard on in your stomach, tears rolled down your eyes. You tried to shove him away, but the bastard only chuckled and licked your tears away. “Hmm, tasty.”
A half dozen officers ran into the room and pulled Bucky off you. One of them hit him on the back of the knees and the other one took him in a headlock, but Bucky just grinned like it was the most amusing thing in the world.
“I will see you soon doll.”
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After all the disaster you were not in the right mind space, you didn’t even remember entering the directors office or him talking to you. Only after Andy arrived and crunched down to your level and held your face in his hands did you come out of the shock.
You broke into tears and hugged him tightly. Andy whispered sweet and encouraging things to you. About 10 minutes later you both were leaving the prison building and led you to his car. All the while you didn’t say a word to him and he didn’t push you to talk.
You closed your eyes as soon as he started the car and in less than 5 minutes you were lulled in a dreamless sleep.
After 3 months you were back to normal like you used to be. Andy was a sweetheart, always taking care of you and supporting your decisions. You continued your assignment in the prison but you stayed in the right wing only with another psychologist in the room.
It was a beautiful day, Andy and you had finally decided a wedding date and the venue was booked. You were out with your friends, helping you with other wedding related matters. Andy was free today and he was all happy to stay home and cook dinner for you.
Surprisingly he was a fabulous cook and you were really excited for tonight, because you had some dresses in mind. You said your goodbyes to your best friends and entered your car and drove back to your apartment.
Shortly after you arrived at home and even before you opened the door you smelled the heavenly delicious Italian garlic bread. You entered your home, it was dark inside and only the fairy lights gave you the directions to the living room. A table was set with a red wine bottle and the food. You saw Andy’s silhouette and smiled at him.
The beautiful moment was disturbed by your mobile. “Andy, give me two minutes. I will make it quick.” You turned around and left the room and picked up. “Dr. L/N there is bad news ... the prisoner James Barnes escaped from prison with the help of his team. Please stay safe ...” The mobile slipped from your fingers and you ran back in the room. You hastily turned the light on, but when you looked at Andy, you screamed out.
You ran up to him, softly touching his bloody face. His hands were bound on his back and a dishcloth was stuffed in his mouth. You reached to pull it out, but suddenly you were yanked away from him.
Bucky caged you in his arms, his chest rubbed against your back and his face was between your shoulder and neck. He took a deep breath and spoke huskily in your ear. “I missed you doll. 3 fucking months ... Do you know how pissed I was when you visited, but never came to meet me. But don’t worry we will catch up soon.”
“Andy!” You called out his name, he looked up at you. His blood dripped down his chin. Bucky saw this and chuckled lightly and nibbled the soft flesh on your neck. One of his hands slipped under your blouse and grabbed your boob.
Seeing this Andy screamed but his voice was muffled by the cloth. You shrieked in pain when Bucky bit your shoulder blade. Andy screamed again and tried to pull himself from the chair, but his beaten up body was not helping much.
Bucky grabbed your hair harshly and pushed you forward to Andy. He yanked the cloth out of his mouth and spoke to him very softly. “Andy, between us men, how is she in the bed? I bet she is a wild pussy cat. Look at her how sweet and innocent she looks.”
He pushed her face near Andy’s. “Barnes, let her go! Please, just let her go. Don’t hurt her.”
Bucky tugged you back and pinning your body against his. “Hurt? I am not going to hurt her. I am going to fuck her. You have no idea how much I wanted to do that the first time he came to the prison.” Without any warning his lips were on you. You punched his chest, but he did not stop.
“Barnes, let her go. You fucking bastard. I will kill you, just leave her alone. Fuck, I will kill you. Fuck...” One moment he was forcing his tongue in your mouth and the next moment you were on the floor. Before you realized what happened, you heard an ugly stabbing sound. You turned your face back and saw a kitchen knife in Bucky's hand.
Everything stilled around you as you saw the blood running down the knife's edge. Bucky stabbed Andy a second time in his stomach, as you crawled towards him. “ No, no,no. Please, no! Andy, baby no. Please don’t leave me. Andy ...”
But Bucky picked you up and threw you on his shoulder and walked to Andy and your bedroom. You tried to grab Andy’s shoulder, but could reach him.
You were tossed on the bed and somehow it knocked the air out of your lungs. Bucky pinned you down on the bed, but you lashed out. You hit, punched and scratched his face, shoulders and arms, but nothing moved him away from you.
You screamed and cried. “No, please let me go. Don’t do this. Andy, HELP! ANDYY!”
A sudden slap shocked her to silence, the force turned her face to side and her cheek had a stinging sensation. Bucky was not done yet, he grabbed her neck and whispered harshly in her ear. “If you again say his name, I will make sure the police will not find his body in one piece. My people will scatter every part of his in different city districts. From now on you will only say my name.”
He kept his grip on her neck. “I thought I would take my time with you today, but now you have pissed me, doll. Last chance, calm down and enjoy or ...” He grabbed your face aggressively and invaded your mouth, but as you didn’t kiss him back, he growled into your mouth. “Fuck, doll! Kiss me back.” You cried harder, your tears soaked your cheeks. Bucky grabbed your hair, his lips were back on yours. You whimpered as his tongue was back in your mouth. He tugged your hair again, till you didn’t move your tongue against his.
Meanwhile Bucky pushed your leggings down, his free hand slipped between your legs and cupped your pussy though your panties. In panic you bit into his lip, making him bleed. Bucky pulled back and touched his bottom lip with his fingers and smirked. “Doll, why didn’t you tell me, you like it rough?As you wish, Y/N.”
He ripped the blouse open and then he took his pocket knife out and slid it between your boobs and cut your bra. The cold air made her nipples tight and hard and he saw that. Bucky pushed the teared fabric to the side and took your nipple between his lips and bit down on her nipple.
You yelped and started begging him. “Please ... no, let me go.” Then you felt his strength as he just ripped your panties from bothside. He let you go for a moment and you took the chance and crawled away from him, but he gripped your leggings and pulled it down. Before you got off the bed, Bucky yanked you back by your ankle. “NO ... no don’t do this.”
He lifted your leg and pinned it on the bed. His body weight on your back made it impossible for you to move. His finger slid between your pussy lips and rubbed your clit.
You winced as he entered you with his finger, as you were still dry.
“BUCKY!” You yelled when you felt his dick between your thighs. Bucky pushed his cock against your pussy. “Sssshhh ... relax, it won’t hurt much.”
“Please.” You choked, as he entered you completely in one push. “Fuck, you are so tight.” you gripped the sheets tightly, when he pulled all the way out and pushed back in. You cried out, when he slammed in your pussy again and again. He groaned into your ear. “ Doll you are made for my cock. I can feel you getting wet.” One hand was holding your leg apart and the other one moved down to your clit and circled your clit.
He was right, you were getting wet and coating his cock. It shocked you, how your body was reacting to the abuse and rape. You whimpered and shook your head. “ Soon you will learn to like it and then there will be a time where you will beg me to fuck you.”
“Never!” You spat and tried to push him off your back, but he just fucked harder. You yelped again when he bit your shoulder and sucked the skin, leaving marks all over you.
Suddenly Bucky pulled out, but before you could react he turned you around and got between your legs. He slid back into you, you felt him so deep that his dick was almost touching your womb.
One of your nipples was in his mouth, his tongue rolled around the hard bud, his right hand was pinching the other bud. His other hand was holding your leg around his hip, as he pushed his cock harder into you.
Bucky released your nippled with a pop and kissed your jaw, like you were lovers. “I love fucking you, doll. I could fuck you all day.” A kiss silenced your protest. He slammed harder and you could help but arch your back. “I knew, you will like it. Your little pussy is gripping so tightly. You are about to cum in my cock.”
He spread both of her legs wide and held them open, as he moved deep in her. “I want to see you cum, fuck you are creaming me so well.” You cried harder, because you felt your body let go. “ Stop ... please don’t make me. Bucky ... don’t.” He continued fucking you while he was rubbing his thumb on your clit.”
“Doll, cum on my cock, I know you want to. Your pussy loves my dick.” He rubbed your clit harder, his thighs slapped against yours. “Noooo!” Your legs trembled as the organsam grew and washed over your body. Giving into his assault you came hard on his cock.
“ Good girl, now it’s time for you to take my cum. Fuck, you got tighter.”
“No, don't cum inside me, I will get pregnant, please don’t!” He pulled you up and held you tightly against his body, his lips pushed against your and his tongue was in your mouth. You groaned as he went faster in a new position into your over stimulated pussy.
Your legs shook, because the over stimulation made you cum again and with that he spilled his cum inside you. “You are mine Dr. Y/N L/N.”
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You heard him say, before your eyes closed and you welcomed the darkness with open arms.
A few hours later Bucky was sitting in his private jet and with you sleeping in his lap and in one hand a whisky glass. You would sleep for at least the next 12 hours. The drug he gave you after you blacked out was a bit strong, but would make sure you didn’t wake up during the entire flight.
A couple hundreds miles away a man was dead on the operation table only to be revived back to life in a few minutes.
Assistant district attorney Andrew “Andy” Barber opened his eyes after 32 hours, only knowing one thing. He will get you back safe and he will kill James Buchanan Barnes.
“Y/N I will find you. Promise.”
The End
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yakuza / bratva au
extremely important note about this au is that, being russian, ino's name is ino yamanavka xD
many ramblings about this au vvv
hinata is the first daughter of the yakuza's hyuuga family. she murders her father in cold blood with his own katana after a psychotic break. hanabi becomes the boss by default and is out for hinata's head for revenge. hinata runs away to russia. she regains awareness somewhere in russia after her episode and after a few weeks is found by low level bratva members that answer to a certain faction led by ino.
ino is instantly taken by this exotic yet dangerous beauty and recognises that she's not all right up there. instead of wasting her she takes her in, much to the familys protest, and makes hinata her right hand. ino's goals are to climb the ranks and take over the entire russian mafia as the top leader.
hinata has reverted to a "childlike" state for self preservation. she is shy and cheerful and nervous and meek; qualities her father literally beat out of her to shape her up to becoming the next head of the hyuuga. despite this, hanabi would be the one to grow up to be the ruthless protege he always wanted and so tossed hinata to the side. the trauma endured and the pressure and ostracisation by the whole clan caused her to eventually snap.
the guilt and grief of killing her father then has her reverted to a childlike state where she constantly seeks for his approval. she took her father's sword with her and his "spirit" lives in the sword. she seeks the swords approval and talks to it as if it were hiashi himself. and in her mind the sword praises her for how far she's become, berates her for her mistakes, etc.
when she kills she becomes hysterically insane, and in the aftermath she becomes cold and unfeeling for some time before she goes back to her normal childlike state. basically she lives in a constant state of disassociation / multiple personalities (?)
ino manipulates her to do her bidding, assures her she's okay, that she's amazing, that her father is so proud of her. she eases hinata's nerves and anxieties with sweet words and sex.
ino came from a poor background where her father sold her to the bratva for money and medicine to help his sick wife. she grew up in the mafia and was used and abused all throughout. every year, every day that passed, ino would have an ever growing hitlist; members that raped her, beat her, humiliated her, etc. and on the top of that list was her fathers name.
when she was old enough to put her plans to fruition, she tracked down her parents house only to find that they had died long ago. not being able to have the last word she is fueled by hatred and goes on a killing spree on the rest of her list and kills her boss and takes his place and threatens the remaining living members of the faction to either join her or die.
over time she becomes a terrible and horrifying leader and is now the boss of a significantly large faction that has control of a sizeable area in moscow.
she has spent time in prison where she received most of her tattoos. (dot under the eye to denote homosexuality, rose to indicate that she turned 18 in prison, nautical stars that tell of her authority, eyes on her chest to mean she is always watching, "cyka" a forced tattoo calling her a bitch, spider to show that she's an active criminal, gun to show she's killed and is/was for hire to kill, roundstone that means trust no one, and various other tattoos with real world meanings).
half her face was burned with battery acid in prison. her back is littered with scars from cuts and from lashes as disciplinary measures growing up in the mafia.
hinata's irezumi tattoos include motifs of ame no uzume that represents inner beauty and kindness, with various other details like bamboo and ginko leaves and little creatures like crabs and goldfish that represent strength, perseverance, sacrifice and loyalty.
ino genuinely cares for hinata in a very fucked up, selfish, and narcisstic way. their relationship is very complex. ino has a girl that constantly seeks her dead fathers approval, and ino has to act like the concept of a father doesn't sicken her to her bones. in a way, they both drive each other mad. ino grows to hate the sword that has part of hinata's love and attention, but understands that if the sword were to disappear then hinata would too (mind and body).
ino drives hinata to kill, which frays her mind a bit more every time, and in turn the energy ino puts into not letting hinata fall apart at the seams causes her a great deal of stress and gets in the way of a lot of her plans to take over. by the end of their conquests they are barely held together by a thread.
they do get very far together but they meet a grim fate when after hinata is forced to kill a child, she loses the last thread keeping her together then murders ino then kills herself immediately after. they become stuff of legends within the mafia.
#inohina#ino yamanaka#hinata hyuuga#criminal au#my art#leiandroid#the russian tattoos on ino are just gibberish#if they resemble actual words then oopsie woopsie#except cyka lmao#im so happy with these bruh#ino server stuff#ino supremacy#NARUTO
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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED] masterlist
"so eager to be in a headlock again?"
"only if it's by you."
he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.
[sequel to 'among thieves || bts • pjm' - can be read independently!!]
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list of all chapters:
intro | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue
— word count: 72k
— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l
I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!
— song recommendations/inspirations:
agust d - haegeum
(g)i-dle - dahlia
the neighbourhood - sweater weather
marina - superstar
zayn - rear view & love like this
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IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS JIMIN FANFIC "AMONG THIEVES". TBH I DIDN'T PLAN TO WRITE THIS YOONGI SEQUEL BUT THEN I SAW THE FOLLOWING GIFS OF HIM AND SOYEON BACK TO BACK AND WAS LIKE "GODDAMN I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THESE TWO!!!"
PROTAGONISTS:
MIN YOONGI AS HIMSELF; RETIRED THIEF / MASTER SWORD FIGHTER / INVOLUNTARY GETAWAY DRIVER
JEON SOYEON AS HERSELF; HUNTED NORMIE / FUGITIVE SONGWRITER / INVOLUNTARY STOWAWAY
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.
DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))
DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC. BUT ESPECIALLY TO @taexual WHO HELPED ME WITH THE DESCRIPTION AND MANY OTHER THINGS!
CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL:
polaris ✨ bts • kth
private affair ✨ ksj
8 mile ✨ myg
lonely hearts club ✨ kth
among thieves ✨ bts • pjm
-Elenixx
#min yoongi#yoongi#bts suga#yoongi au#suga au#yoongi fanfic#suga fanfic#thief au#yoongi mafia#gangster au#bts mafia#criminal au#s2l#strangers to lovers#bts#bts au#bts fic#yoongi angst#yoongi fluff#jeon soyeon#bts fanfic#bts series#taehyung#seokjin#jungkook#namjoon#hoseok#jimin#yoongi slowburn
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Criminal AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - Word Count - 215
"Shut the hell up" The cop growled, the muffled noise of another cop asking for backup coming through the radio.
"You know you look a little busy, maybe you should let me go" Remus chuckled, eyeing the cop through the metal bars that separated them in the small car.
The door on the left was pulled open, a boy around his age was giggling maniacally. The cop pushed him into the seat, annoyed at the boy who was yelling crude insults.
"Wow" The curly haired man exclaimed staring at Remus intently, his eyes slowly raking up and down drinking in every detail he could.
"What" Remus smirked, staring him up and down, softly biting his lip.
"I just love looking at hot men in cuffs, thas' all" The boy tilted his head, his eyes looking up through his long lashes.
"Oh kinky"
"If you think that's kinky, jus' wait for what I'd do to you if we were alone"
Remus breathed out a laugh, a loud boisterous laugh. "You think you could handle me"
"Please, your wearing a sweater vest" He chuckles. "I know I could handle you"
"Will you two the shut the fuck up" The cop driving yelled, shaking his hie head as he looked over at the cop in the passenger seat.
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𝘚𝘒𝘡 𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 | 𝘖𝘛8 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘰-𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮… 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦?
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘰𝘵8!𝘴𝘬𝘻 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘹-𝘹
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘢𝘶, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭!𝘢𝘶, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 <3
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘒𝘡 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥--- 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!
𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐧𝐠
𝘱. 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳? 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
status: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
𝘱. 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: “𝘚𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?, 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯”
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬…?
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴; 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘱!𝘰𝘤, 𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵!𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴--
𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘚𝘰𝘰-𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤 | 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.
𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
𝘱. 𝘚𝘦𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦."
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
𝘱. 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴"
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
𝘱. 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰?"
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱
𝘱. 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: “𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺”
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
𝘱. 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
𝘱. 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊
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𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬!
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Bank Robbery ~ *Jung Wooyoung*
Summary: You just need to deposit some checks at the bank. That's all. However, you find yourself in the middle of a bank robbery. Too bad you don't seem to care about the apparent danger you're in.
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung X G/N!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Oneshot
Word Count: 2063
Warning: Swearing, guns, bullets, arguing, yelling, mentions torture, no one is actually hurt
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Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me
It was a simple deposit. You had some birthday checks from your extended family that you needed to put in your checking account. You really didn’t want to go to the bank today, preferring to binge watch anime in your pajamas. However you knew if you didn’t do it soon, you never would do it. Besides, it was more money that you could use. Who doesn’t want money?
So you were stuck waiting in line four people deep as the teller assisted an elderly woman with transferring money to her grandkids. Though the gesture was sweet in your opinion, you also were annoyed. You really didn’t want to be here. So you internally prayed that the four people ahead of you would go fast so you could deposit and get out.
But, of course, nothing could be that easy.
“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” A man in a mask yelled, getting everyone’s attention as he waves a gun around. “This is a robbery. Hand over everything of value and we’ll let you live.”
Seven other men came in and started taking valuables from everyone. Though you were paralyzed with fear, you couldn’t help but be a little pissed. This was just going to take longer! It seemed the universe was conspiring against you so that you wouldn’t go home.
A couple of the men in masks started going down the line of people, gathering the valuables they had on them. The others went behind the counter and started to shake down the employees. You watched carefully as they got closer and closer to you. Before you knew it, there was a gun being waved in your face.
“Be a good hostage and fork over the cash.” He snapped harshly.
Maybe you were tired from a long week at work and now having to come to the bank on your day off. Maybe you were crazy, after seeing this scene play out so many times in movies. Maybe you really did have a death wish. Whatever the reason, you found yourself refusing his request.
“No.”
This caused almost everything to come to a standstill. The man in front of you lowered the gun slightly in shock, his eyes wide behind his mask.
“D-did you say no?” His stutter wasn’t intentional, that much was obvious. He was trying to keep his composure as the half-baked plan fell around him.
“Yeah, I said no.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not giving you the money I was given as a gift from my family. Besides, you shouldn’t go around robbing establishments, especially banks, when you don’t have a solid plan to start with. I bet that gun isn’t even loaded!”
Yep, you were definitely crazy.
The man before you shifted from foot to foot uneasily. “Y-yes it is!”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course it is!” One of the robbers from behind the counter shouted back at the two of you.
The guy standing next to you nudges your shoulder harshly. “Just give him what he wants! You’re going to get us all killed!”
“He’s right, you know!” The robber behind the counter agreed.
You shook your head. “No, I know I’m right. Tell them! Tell them that the gun isn’t loaded!”
The man in front of you hesitated before he started to whine like a child. “It’s because MG didn’t buy the bullets!”
Well, you actually weren’t one hundred percent sure you were correct when you made that statement, but you were grateful you were.
The man behind the counter who was shouting at you stopped stuffing his bag with money. “What? Are you telling me that none of our guns have ammunition in them?”
A tall robber who was keeping look out turned back to the rest of the group. “Hey! It’s not my fault! WY said he was going to buy them!”
The man before you whipped around and waved the gun in his hand accusingly at the other man. “Me? I never said I was going to buy them! Besides, even if you didn’t get them, YS should have checked the supply stash for more bullets.”
A different robber shrugged nonchalantly. “It wasn’t my week to check the supplies. This week was S’s turn.”
“C’mon! Don’t pin the blame on me! The youngest should be the one who buys all the supplies!”
“Don’t make being young a punishment. You already made the rest of my life hell.”
The sound of bullets clattering to the ground got everyone's attention.
The other man behind the counter had emptied his gun. The other man behind the counter stared for a brief moment before opening his gun to find it empty. You couldn’t stop the smile from growing on your face as realization dawned on you.
“So I’m assuming only one gun was loaded? Tell me they’re the right kind of bullets?”
“Shut up!” The short one behind the counter shouted.
However the other man answered you. “They’re blanks.”
“I can’t believe you guys were dumb enough to rob a bank with blanks!” A laugh escaped you.
You shouldn’t be laughing. This wasn’t supposed to be funny. You were a hostage in a bank robbery. Granted, it was a botched bank robbery, but still. That didn’t mean you were out of the woods yet. However, the whole situation was absolutely hilarious to you. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that you just really didn’t want to be here right now, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. You kept laughing when the man beside you elbowed you harshly in the side and when the robber in front of you grabbed you by the shirt.
“What’s so funny?” He snapped.
“You guys are!” You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sorry but come on! If you saw some other criminals mess up as bad as you guys are, you would laugh too! Not saying that I’m a criminal, it’s just, ah, I’m sorry! This is really embarrassing for you guys. I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t laugh. But it’s too funny not to! Sorry!”
“Shut them up already!” The shorter man behind the counter shouted.
The other man beside him spoke up. “We should get out of here. The police will be on their way and I’m not going back to jail.”
“SH you’ve never been to jail.” The youngest scoffed with a shake of his head before he continued. “Still, I agree. Let’s get out of here already.”
As the robbers started to head for the door, the man in front of you, the one called WY, stayed where he was. You stared right back at him. “Well? Aren’t you going to follow your buddies?”
“There’s something about you…” His voice trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Gee thanks.” You rolled your eyes with a small smirk. “Just what I’ve always wanted: to be complimented by a criminal. You made my whole life, mister.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes at your words, however he did let go of your shirt. “No, I mean you’re not scared of us. I don’t get it. Why aren’t you scared?”
You shrugged. “Should I be? Like I said, you guys tried to rob a bank with blanks. How can anyone be scared of something that would feel like being shot with a paintball? I mean, yeah, it’ll hurt like a motherfucker, but it shouldn’t kill anyone. I don’t see you guys as the kind to shoot a gun pressed against someone’s body.”
“That’s not the full answer.”
You were a bit taken aback by his response. It wasn’t so much that it felt like he was calling you bluff, but it felt more like he could see through you. Especially since he was right; that wasn’t the full answer.
Again, it felt like you were struck by a bolt of courage and the words tumbled from your mouth, “Yeah, you’re right. I can see behind that mask of yours. I can see your eyes. You’re not the kind to hurt someone innocent. Sure, you’ll rob and cheat, but you won’t hurt anyone. So, no, I am not afraid of you. As for the rest of you, I can’t say for sure. But you, I’m not scared of you.”
Behind his mask, you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, as he was giving a small smile. “Well, you may not be flattered by my previous compliment, but I am. And since we’re being honest, I should give you an answer of my own. You’re pretty cute. If you ever want to get in trouble with someone who has kind eyes, try and find me some time. You’ll find I’m pretty easy to find.”
Before you could say anything else, one of the other robbers came running in. It was S and he looked pissed. “Oh my God, WY! Hurry the fuck up! HJ is mad beyond all reason and we seriously need to get out of here before the heat does. So c’mon!”
As S ran out of the bank, WY sighed and rolled his eyes. “Damn, we’re all in for it when we get back to base. Maybe you won’t be able to find me since I’ll be six feet under.”
“I don’t know, your boss could be reasonable.” Even you knew those words were a lie as you said them, a smirk stretching across your lips. “But before you go, give me a hint of how I can find you. Perhaps I will take you up on your offer.”
He glanced around before shouting. “IF ANY ONE OF YOU TELL THE COPS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE, I WILL HUNT DOWN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU AND TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOUR LAST DYING DAYS.”
Before you could call him out on his bluff, he lifted up his mask and winked at you. Quickly, you memorized everything you could about his face. He had a small mouth and a button nose. But what really struck you about him were his eyes still. They were big and wide, sparkling with mischief and wonder alike. He was truly breathtaking. Perhaps you really would take him up on his offer to try and find him, just so you could see a face like that again.
Just as quickly as he lifted his mask, he quickly pulled it back down and raced out of the bank. It was like a spell had been broken. While everyone was in a rush to get information of the robbers, corroborating stories, and calling police, you were frozen in place.
It felt like your life had drastically changed in that very moment, that brief moment you saw his face without his mask. It was like you were seeing him at his most vulnerable, and you liked what you saw. Sure he was a stranger, and you barely knew his name, you knew you were never going to forget him. He was someone that was going to plague your mind for the rest of your life.
A small smile wormed its way onto your face.
Maybe you were tired from work. Maybe you were frustrated because your peaceful day off was thwarted by not only having to go to the bank, but also because you were part of a hold up at the bank. Maybe it was because you had a death wish. But none of that mattered anymore.
As you started to leave the bank, the man who had been standing beside you called out, “Where do you think you’re going? The police are going to want to talk to you! You’re the star witness you know!”
You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Unlike the rest of you, I’m not pressing charges.”
“But, but, but they’re criminals!” The woman who was before him blubbered, tears still falling down her cheeks. “They stole our money!”
“No they didn’t.” You opened the door to the bank and picked up the bag that was in front of it. “At least, they didn’t steal the money each of you had on you. However, they took the money from the bank. So if the bank wants to press charges, it can. But I hold no alliance to an institution, least of all to a bank.”
You threw the bag into the bank before walking out.
You had a criminal to find.
#Ateez#Ateez Fanfiction#Ateez Oneshot#KPop#KPop Fanfiction#KPop Oneshot#Atiny#Jung Wooyoung#Jung Wooyoung X Reader#Jung Wooyoung Fanfiction#Jung Wooyoung Oneshot#Jung Wooyoung Angst#Wooyoung#Wooyoung X Reader#Wooyoung Fanfiction#Wooyoung Oneshot#Wooyoung Angst#Criminal#Criminal AU#Oneshot#Angst#Fluff
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From making out in back alleys after small jobs to fucking each other in king sized beds after ordering the men of their mob to deal with buisness instead.
Peter and Tony really had done what every petty criminal on the streets wanted, they had made themselves an empire.
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🦋 ( a second part for the collection of serial killer x fbi agent starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!
"You know, Agent, we're not so different, you and I." "Don't even try to justify your actions. There's no comparison between us."
"I've always admired your determination, Agent. It's what makes this game so thrilling." "This isn't a game. It's justice, and it's long overdue."
"I have information that could help you catch the real monsters out there, Agent. But it comes at a price." "I'll never make a deal with the devil, no matter how tempting."
"You must be getting tired of cleaning up after me, Agent. Tell me, does the blood ever wash off your hands?" "My hands are clean, but yours will never be."
"You should be grateful, Agent. Without me, your career would be rather uneventful." "I'll be even more grateful when you're behind bars for the rest of your life."
"I've left you clues all along the way, Agent. Can you solve the puzzle before the next victim falls?"
"I've left breadcrumbs for you, Agent, but can you follow the trail to the truth?" "I'll follow your trail all the way to your downfall."
"I did what I did to expose the darkness within humanity, Agent. To make them see their own potential for evil." "Your twisted philosophy won't save you from the consequences of your actions."
"I have information on a new threat, Agent. Let's make a deal. You help me, and I help you." "I'll never trust a word that comes out of your mouth."
"You're so close, Agent, and yet so far. Can you decipher the riddle before it's too late?" "Your games won't stop me from catching you."
"You got lucky this time, Agent. But luck can't protect you forever." "I don't rely on luck. I rely on my training and my determination to stop you."
"Your profile of me was surprisingly accurate, Agent. Almost like you know me better than I know myself." "I studied monsters like you so I could bring them to justice."
"Do you remember the first time we met, Agent? I knew then that we were destined for something special." "I remember, and I remember that it was the start of your downfall."
"You're too late, Agent. The next victim is already gone. It's a shame you couldn't save them." "I won't let you claim another victim. You're not leaving here."
"You must get lonely, waiting here all night. I can keep you company, Agent, if you'd like." "I'd rather be lonely than in your company."
"Agent, I've been patient. I've watched you. Now, I have a proposal that will benefit both of us." "I'm not interested in your twisted proposals. You'll pay for your crimes."
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Crossover Fusion: Law And Crime: Police Officer & Thief AU
When JNPR Thieves comes to the museum to get some art... Seras is ready to deal with them. All of them... except Jaune who uses this opportunity to distract her with his magic. In fact he wants them to make out in the broom closet while his teammates are taking the art away. Seras shouldn't... but can she truly say no to Jaune when he continues to pull at her heartstrings like that?
(2-Koma) (Flirting) (Make Out) (Moral Degradation)
"Freeze dirtbag!" Jaune smiled under his mask as he turned around to look at the drop-dead gorgerous vampire girl who was aiming her giant rifle at him, glowing red eyes set in a stern glare. "Put your hands in the air or face the firm hand of justice-"
"You look beautiful under the moonlight, My Seras~"
X-xx-X
"MMmm~!" Seras moaned into the lips of Jaune Arc, leader of thieving group "Team JNPR (Juniper)", her hands on his firm chiseled chest, his large, powerful and flexible hands on her wide child-bearing hips.
She knew that Mr.Arc was distracting her while the rest of his team was stealing away the priceless arts in the museum...but she cannot bring herself to care or stop them.
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detective james potter and detective remus lupin being added to case where they're chasing after the infamous black family
may or may not elaborate
#detective au#starseeker#sunchaser#rosekiller#jegulus#wolfstar#remus x sirius#reggie black#regulus black#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#the ancient and most noble house of black#the house of black#criminal au#marauders era#marauders#can you tell im drunk#barty crouch jr
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guess whos back!! (tw: blood & dark undertones)
yall im in my emo phase dont @ me 😕
also ARTSTYLE CHANGE!!! found out how to render + felt a bit edgy so boom. blue azalea aka my criminal hilda au made her return. keep an eye on your abusive fathers
#hilda the series#hilda netflix#hilda#hilda the show#hilda (hilda)#hilda fanart#hilda drawing#hilda art#hilda au#criminal au
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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - epilogue
"so eager to be in a headlock again?"
"only if it's by you."
he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie
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masterlist: here
— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
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3 months later
somewhere in the mountains of Taiwan
Soyeon dragged out a breath, the pencil in her right hand coming flat onto the notebook on her knees. Her mind felt heavy and she slowly sank her head until it touched the pages. And she remained like this for seconds until stirring up and sitting straight again. Allowing her brown irises wandering over the scenary in front of her.
Everything green as far as the eye could reach. A mellow breeze brushing by, clouds moving slowly on the lightblue sky.
It was peaceful, it was calming.
Maybe too peaceful and too calming.
Picking up the earphones that had fallen from her ears previously, she put them back in. The same melody still playing on repeat.
She was motivated to write, however, she simply didn't feel inspired. That was the issue.
Her gaze fell back down on her half-written lyrics.
'sunny
exceptionally pleasant morning
sunny
even if I hum lightly
in the scorching sun
that dirty feeling flies away'
Why did she struggle so much coming up with a chorus and second verse?
Of course, deep down she knew the answer and simply didn't want to admit it to herself. Admit that the story wasn't completely finished yet. That one puzzle piece was still missing, one end being still open. She just didn't know if it'd ever be possible to complete the puzzle, to finish this story completely.
Frustrated, she shut the notebook with the pencil still inside and pulled the earphones out. There was no use to try. For today, she was done.
Stuffing everything back into her backpack, she decided to look for some company. It'd been an hour, that was enough me-time she decided and hopped the stony steps down from the porch to the garden. Finding her object of interest not too far away, secluded from any possible disruptive elements - even if there were hardly any in the middle of a temple in the mountains.
Folding her lips, she suddenly felt lighthearted and in the mood to tease him a little. So she took off her shoes, holding them in her hands as she barefootedly neared him with quiet steps. Trying her best not to make any sound on the grass.
Only a few steps seperated her from him when she paused, heaving her leg slowly. Her tongue sticking out mischieviously between her lips like always when being focused. Ready to poke him with her foot when his chuckle made her pause mid-air.
"You didn't actually think I haven't heard you from the moment you stood up from the porch, did you?"
Soyeon puffed her cheeks, huffing offendedly. "As if." Yoongi only laughed more when seeing her stepping in front of him with crossed arms and a sulky expression, making her even more adorable.
"Did you get bored and wanted to scare me?" he grinned smugly and stood up. And she earned a poke on her still puffy cheeks. "You finished the lyrics?" he asked then, tilting his head inquiringly. Only getting a disappointed sigh as response. And he nodded, understanding.
"It's okay, you tried your best," he said, giving her an encouraging smile then which made her only sulkier. Feeling somewhat embarrassed about him having to cheer her up over trivial things like this.
They turned around then, making their way back when Yoongi peeked at her. Sighing then. "It's that list of symbols, right? You can't get over it."
Perhaps she shouldn't be so astonished about his perfect deduction as it was probably more than obvious. Ever since she had told him about it, he'd offered his help but she refused, believing it'd be pointless. But deep down, he knew, she couldn't let go of the curiosity.
Soyeon looked away, feeling only more embarrassed about having been so easily to figure out, like an open book. "Maybe.." was the only thing she was willing to admit in that moment.
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The third manga volume was spread between her fingers when she eventually got tired of reading. She hadn't noticed how much time had passed already.
The scenery outside was only a blur. The mood depending on how much sunlight the clouds left through. Currently, they were hanging dark and low, creating a gloomy atmosphere contrasting to the deep green of the fields and forests.
For a moment she paused, simply staring out of the train. The view of the afternoon giving her some kind of inspiration, a tingly feeling spreading in her fingers.
It was usually random things like this, even watching animation films could sparkle her inspiration. So she quickly got her earphones out along with her writing tools.
Tapping her pen against the notebook which was balanced on her folded thighs. Chin resting on the palm of her hand as she pensively observed the grey cloud-blanket. Trying to fill in the empty spaces in the melody that was on repeat by creating somewhat poetic sounding sentences out of nothing.
She peeked at Yoongi then who had somehow managed to fall asleep next to her almost as soon as the train had departed. She internally scoffed, but couldn't help observing his sleeping self with a soft expression. His chest raising and falling under his folded arms, while his head was leaning against the seat. Dark streaks slightly covering his forehead and eyes.
She still couldn't believe he had convinced her in giving it a try. Frankly, it might not have been that hard after all, but she liked to pretend it was.
When she took a closer look of him, she could notice him having similar dark circles under his eyes as her. And she wondered if it was her fault, having unintentionally compelled him into staying up late with her, contemplating which decision to make. Her lips curled into a smile when reminiscing their conversation the previous night. He hadn't really pushed her or tried arguing, his words had been rather simple. Yet effective. And his voice was still stuck in her mind.
"My honest opinion? Do it or don't - you might regret both anyway. But if you don't, you'll have to live with the 'what if' and I think that's worse."
A string of words suddenly crossed her mind and she averted her eyes from him, redirecting her gaze onto the landscape.
'how was your sky today
how was your day today
how was your weather?
oh, my season?
every summer the same
good weather, bad weather
come and go'
She scribbled the words down when a yawn excaped her lips. She envied him. Despite her also still being tired, she wasn't able to fall asleep as easily, especially not in a cramped train.
And yet, her eyes did close eventually and she almost dozed off. Her head sliding onto his shoulder and resting there for awhile until one of her earphones dropped, startling her a little. Her eyes opened and she plugged it back into her ear, straightening herself and focusing back on the melody. Her eyes returning outside. Letting her mind wander.
'cloudy
dark clouds
have lost their taste
manic-depressed sky
you're dyeing even me'
She propped her chin on her fist when noticing small droplets hitting the glass. The pen tapped along the rhythm when she glanced at Yoongi again, pausing.
'in the rushing clouds
that clear feeling flies away
don't come, don't come anymore
summer, don't cry now
it's time to pass
how was your sky today?
how's your weather?
rainy
it's a rainy night'
She noted everything down, being so absorbed in her writing that she hadn't noticed Yoongi stirring up at her movement. Stretching next to her.
"What time is it?" he yawned, not getting any answer as the music in her ears was blasting too loud.
Confused, he blinked an eye open, realising she didn't hear him. And he got curious, now fully awake he leaned over to see what she was doing. His eyes widening when seeing her hand gliding over the paper.
He observed her writing like she was possessed by that pen, finding the way how immersed she was quite endearing. And he didn't want to disturb her flow, being happy her inspiration had returned in the end, so he sat back again. Waiting until she eventually put the pen down, exhaling contently.
She took a proud look at the once blank pages in front of her then. It was quite a lot. She had verses, the bridge and chorus. Not bad, she smiled to herself and was about to go back when the music was cut off in one of her ears. Startled, she looked aside, seeing Yoongi holding the earphone to his own ear and taking a listen.
He hummed then. "Didn't know you also work on weekends," he smirked and gave it back to her, seeing her pausing the music on her phone.
"I don't, but the weather fits the song's mood so I got some inspiration.."
"Huh, is that so.." His eyes instantly went outside, seeing the low hanging clouds, then went back to her notepad. "You know, you've never shown me any of your songs." He held her gaze while an implying smile spread on his lips, "You said you would."
Her lips folded, remembering their conversation months ago. "I did say that.."
She hadn't done it on purpose, avoiding showing him any of her work all those months. The opportunity simply never occured. Usually she was all by herself when writing lyrics, to concentrate better. So naturally, he didn't really saw her doing it and she didn't happen talking about it besides complainging whenever she got stuck.
She handed him the earphone back with a nervous feeling. "I don't know if you're gonna like them though.." she mumbled, searching up songs she had worked on.
He cocked a brow at her, mockingly. "Since when are you so self-conscious?"
Ignoring his teasing, she pressed play. Watching his eyes widening while the song progressed. "You wrote that?"
"The chorus and second verse only. Not the whole thing."
The irrational nervousness that rose in her didn't get any better with his unreadably stoic expression while listening through them all. She knew the songs were good, otherwise they wouldn't have got picked. And yet, she was nervous about his opinion, knowing he wouldn't lie just to be polite or because she was his girlfriend. Maybe only sugarcoat it, not to be too harsh. However, much to her ego's delight, he didn't have to do either one.
"You've got a nice way with words," he nodded then, unable to hide the clear adoration lingering in his simple words.
And she smiled.
He might not be a man of many words, but the ones he chose to say were always the right ones.
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Taipei, Taiwan
"I.. don't understand anything."
With a yet again sulky expression she lowered the piece of paper. Not being able making any sense of the symbols drawn by her grandfather ages ago. Her already lacking certainty about finding the mystery behind them only declining ever since they had stepped foot out of the train.
After finding it behind the photo frame, she had tried - -and failed to decipher whatever code this was supposed to be. Leading her to give up back then. So she didn't know why she'd thought this time by being at the location would be different.
She knew 'oro' meant 'gold' in italian, most likely hinting at all the loot her grandfather had gathered over the years of being a secret thief and which interpol had still been unable to locate till now. This, however, was her only clue. The rest of the symbols had remained unknown to her.
She knew that this unsolved mystery constantly invading her thoughts in the back of her mind would never let her go, unless she tried solving it, though.
And yet, right now, she regretted telling Yoongi about it and him convicing her of going there.
Who knew, maybe it was nothing after all. Just a silly little doodle made by an old man.
"Don't give up so quickly, we just arrived," Yoongi scolded her and looked around, "And you're sure this is the place that photo was taken at?"
She nodded, fiddling out a photo from her backpack and pointing at it. "Yeah, see. That's my grandpa and that - " She pointed at the Little South Gate behind them. "Is the exact same spot. He even wrote it on the back."
However, something else seemed to have caught his attention instead. Brown irises fixated on the photo she was holding in front of his eyes. He grabbed it then with a scowl. "Who's this guy next to your grandfather again?"
She shrugged. "No clue. Some friend, I assume, whose name was 'M'. See." She turned the photo and he read the handwriting himself. "Why?"
"'Cause he seems oddly familiar. And I never forget a face," he mumbled then, trying his hardest to remember where he'd seen this man before or if he had at all. The photo was quite old.
She slid the photo back into her bag then, redirecting their focus onto the mysterious symbols.
"Let me see again," Yoongi said, peeking over her shoulder to the piece of paper she was holding.
This wasn't the first cypher he had come across. Over the years, he and the guys had seen and solved lots of them in order to find hidden treasures. This one, however, was quite different from the previous ones.
These symbols could mean anything or nothing at all.
And his eyes narrowed while trying making sense of them. "What's this?"
Soyeon squinted her eyes at the spot he was pointing at next to the 'W' and the arrow. Indeed, she hadn't paid attention to it before as it had almost completely faded away compared to the rest, but there was also a moon symbol.
"A crescent? Now I'm even more confused.." she mumbled under her breath. Losing any hope she had to ever find her grandfather's haul.
"Let's not over-complicate things," Yoongi said then with a surprising enthusiasm in his voice. He seemed to have caught onto something, she could see it in his little grin. Glancing at his watch then, he saw it was almost 6pm. The sun would set soon. "'Moon' might indicate night. And the 'W' with the arrow perhaps the cardinal point, West. So whatever these symbols are, we can only see them at night when going west from the Little South Gate. What do you think?"
Her brows rose in awe, his interpretation making sense. At least they had another possible clue now. "But.." she slowly began then, the excitement leaving her eyes, "Grandpa wrote that 'map' - or whatever this is - years ago. Who knows if these symbols still exist nowadays. "
He only hummed. "Suck it and see," he shrugged and began walking down the western located street. The raven-haired girl observed him dumbfounded before quickly trotting behind him. Following him with a curious glare as the sky darkened above them.
"So something you can only see at night," she thought out loud then, her eyes going back and forth from one side of buildings to another. "What could that be?"
A square. A rectangle with a semicircle on top. A triangle. An umbrella. A star. A keyhole.
She abrubtly stopped then. Her eyes widening. "Isn't that.. a rectangle with a semicircle on top?"
Yoongi paused in his tracks to look over his shoulder. His eyes then following her gaze, catching indeed a big blue neon-light on the top of a department store shaped like the second symbol.
"And there, a square!" she exclaimed excitedly. Pointing at red neon-sign on the opposite side of the street. "You think he meant neon-signs?"
"Could be," he smiled at her beaming face. And they continued walking down the street when Yoongi caught something that could be the third symbol. "You see the lights over there?"
She nodded vigorously at the illuminated triangle-sign of a building. Taking a look at the cryptic map then. "So we might've found the first three."
"What was the next one?"
"An umbrella."
An umbrella-shaped sign might be harder to find, if something like that even existed.
They continued looking around in the crisp evening, unable to find any neon-lights in that form, though, which was expected. A bright cloud icon on a display catching Yoongi's interest then. It was for weather forecast, informing tomorrow's weather would be cloudy again. And he smirked, beginning to understand.
"I can't find any," Soyeon stated with disappointment when he nudged her side, motioning with his chin to the display among the numerous billboards at the crossroads in front of them.
"I think I found our umbrella."
Her brows furrowed puzzled. Not being able seeing what he meant until it finally clicked and her expression returned to an excited one. "I see.. when this was drawn the weather forecast was predicting rain."
He nodded. "Now the star is missing."
Soyeon immediatelly perked up at this. A star, right! She had seen a star somewhere near by.
She started running, taking him aback. Only stopping at the end of the block, where the tall buildings weren't hiding the ferris wheel in the distance anymore. "He surely meant the giant star-shaped lights on this!" She faced him with a huge smile and he reciprocated.
"You're right, no way it's not this."
"That means only the last symbol is left."
The keyhole.
"Maybe it's not a light, though," Soyeon mused, "Maybe it just stands for the lock where the loot is at."
Shaking his head, he disagreed. "I don't think so." He grabbed her hand then, taking a few steps back until the vertical neon-framed billboard on one of the buildings was perfectly alligning with a circle of lightbulbs on the taller building behind it. Creating a keywhole-shape.
"You think that's.." She looked up at him questioningly, seeing him giving her an innocent look.
"Who knows.." Taking a glance behind then, he noticed they were standing right in front of an entrance. "But if I'm correct, then.. it's probably inside this building."
Her eyes grew, looking at the dark building that was quietly soaring to the sky. She rummaged the key out of her pocket then and inspected it closely. There was a small letter engraved on one side. B.
"B. Basement?"
"Possible. The only way to find out is to get in."
"Get in? But it seems there's nobo- oh. Oh!" She looked at him with big eyes, making him chuckle.
"You guessed right. We'll just break in."
"Or wait till tomorrow?"
He arched a brow at her. "You actually wanna wait till tomorrow? And have people ask questions?"
Watching her contemplating it, mouth moving from one side to another she eventually gave in with a groan. "Ugh, fine. But only if you're sure we won't get caught."
He scoffed. "You offend my abilities as a thief."
"Isn't Jimin the thief and you and Taehyung rather the assistants?" she grinned teasingly to which he only shrugged casually. "If that's the case you don't need me here then." And he turned around on his heels, ready to leave when she grabbed his arm, pulling him back with an eyeroll.
They decided to go look for the back entrance, it being less risky to enter from there. He took his phone out to switch on the flashlight as picking a lock in complete darkness went beyond his abilities, when seeing his screen being filled with notifications of multiple missed calls and texts from Jimin. All in caps. He turned his screen to her then so she'd read them as well.
chim (6:45pm): GUYS
chim (6:45pm): IDK WHERE YOU ARE BUT COME ASAP
chim (6:45pm): PLS?
chim (6:46pm): THE BABY IS COMING
chim (6:47pm): IM GONNA BE A DAD!!!!
Their eyes grew, exchanging glances.
"Oh my - When's the next train leaving? We must hurry!" Soyeon asked panicked, causing Yoongi to give her an astonished look. "But what about your grandfa-"
"It was hidden for decades, a few days or weeks more won't matter," she quickly dismissed his worry, waving him off. "Come, let's go already!"
And he smiled, nodding.
And so they went back to the central station. Catching the last train back to Tainan.
THE END
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What Are You Doing in My House? ~ *Hwang Hyunjin*
Summary: After a long shift at the hospital, you come home to find a man bleeding out in your house. You know you should be calling the cops, but he’s so scared and it’s your job to save him. You have to save him.
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X G/N!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Oneshot
Word Count: 2312
Warning: blood, injuries, near death experience, hospital, stealing, crime, angst that ends happy
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Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this @maeleelee
When you came home from work, you did not anticipate finding your front door unlocked. You also didn’t anticipate to see an injured man lying on your kitchen floor, still struggling to get to your bathroom it seemed. You should be terrified, but considering he was only inching across the floor, you felt like you had the upper hand here.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” You demanded, grabbing your pepper spray just in case.
He glanced behind himself to see you and groaned. “Hey, can you get me some bandages or something? I’ve been bleeding on your floor for a bit here.”
“I can see that.” You tried to get a look at the wound. “How bad is it?”
“Bad enough that I can still feel it coming out of me and I’m getting light headed.”
“We should get you to the hospital then. Hang on, I’ll call one of my coworkers-”
“NO!” He shouted. “No hospitals! No coworkers! None of that!”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? If you’re not careful, you’ll bleed out! And I’m a nurse so you can’t try and lie to me saying you’ll be fine.”
He groaned again. “I just can’t risk the law finding me.”
“Look, you’re hurt, I’m not going to press charges for you breaking into my house. So let’s just get you some help.”
“I’m sure the cops won’t like all of the stolen jewelry and cash in my pockets.” He chuckled before coughing. “But since you’re a nurse, you can help me, can’t you?”
You paused, pursing your lips. You couldn’t leave him like this. But he was a thief. Could you actually be a good nurse to a criminal? Well you did know you couldn’t stand by and watch him bleed out before your eyes.
So with a sigh, you said, “Wait here. I’ll get my equipment.”
Quickly, you gathered up your first aid kit and some extra medical equipment you kept in your house in case of emergencies. Once you were sure you had everything, you went back to your patient. You found he had turned himself onto his back and you could better assess the damage. He was badly injured and he was still bleeding. You needed to work quickly before he lost more than just blood.
“Hang on, I’m going to cut your hoodie and shirt so it’s out of the way.”
“Geez, at least buy me a drink first.” He chuckled weakly. “But sure, go ahead. You’re the doctor, or rather nurse. You know what’s best.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his words. “I do, now hold still and keep your mouth shut. The more you talk, the more distracted I get. And you don’t want your nurse distracted. Now don’t move.”
Carefully, you cut through his clothes to see his torso. You cleaned the dirt and blood until you found the wound. It was deep but not life-threatening, not if you had to say anything about it.
“Were you shot or stabbed?”
“Why does it matter?”
“It matters if there is still a bullet in your body. I want to get it out before it really makes a problem for you later. So I’ll ask again, were you shot or stabbed?”
He groaned. “Stabbed. My buddy got pissed that the law was on our tail, said it was my fault, stabbed me, and took off in the other direction. His mistake, the police were that way. I just happened to have collapsed in your house. You should really keep your front door locked.”
You grit your teeth. “I do. You got in somehow. If I didn’t know any better, you broke in.”
Chuckling, he sighed, “Yeah, I did. So are you still going to press charges?”
“Not yet. I still need to get you taken care of. You’re not done yet.”
“Really? Because it hurts like hell? What are you doing to me, nurse?” He whined.
“Cleaning the wound. Now quit moving and quit talking. I’m getting ready to sew you up.”
His eyes widened and he tried to scramble away from you. “Hey, whoa! No one said anything about stitches! You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t like pain. Isn’t there something you can give me so I won’t feel anything?”
“It’s too late for that now. C’mon, I promise to be gentle. Just quit moving.” You tried to reason, until you caught sight of his big, pleading eyes full of tears.
“Please,” He whimpered. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be in pain anymore. Please don’t hurt me anymore than you have to. Please help me stay alive.”
Something inside your heart cracked at his words. At this moment, he looked like a vulnerable little kid. You had to help him, no matter what he did. You vowed right then and there that he was not going to die, not on your watch.
Touching his cheek tenderly, you gave him a small smile of encouragement. “Hey, you’re going to be okay, I promise. You just have to trust me. You’re not going to die. Not while I’m here. Okay? So just stay still and I’ll have you taken care of in no time.”
He nodded weakly before laying back down on the ground.
Taking in a deep breath, you began stitching. He winced and you whispered encouraging words to him. He whimpered when he jerked at the feeling and you calmed him down before continuing. You were careful and precise and with deep pride you knew he was going to survive the night. But he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He still needed to replace the blood he lost.
“What’s your name?”
You don’t know why you asked that.
“My, my name?” He asked. “Are you asking so you can press charges?”
You shook your head. “No, no I just want to know.”
“Hyunjin.”
Smiling, you touched his cheek again. “It’s nice to meet you, Hyunjin. I wish we had met under better circumstances.”
He grinned. “Yeah, me too. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking but you’re really pretty.”
You laughed. “Easy there. Just rest now. I’ll get you a pillow, blanket, and lots of water. You need to drink as much as possible.”
“Thanks. I’m really thirsty.”
After getting him everything he needed, you made sure he didn’t drink too fast and that his water was refilled before saying the hard thing you weren’t sure he would like to hear.
“Hyunjin, you have to go to the hospital.”
He made a face. “Why? You fixed me up. I should be good to go by morning if you don’t mind me crashing at your place for the night.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s not what I meant. You lost a lot of blood. You might need a transfusion. You’ll definitely need an IV bag. I can’t do that here, at least not as effectively as a hospital can-”
“Hey, hey, hey.” He said, taking your hand and squeezing it. “What do I need right now? What can we do right now?”
“Well, keep drinking water. And I might have an IV bag and catheter that we could use…” You mumbled, biting your nails on your other hand.
He nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I don’t want to go to a hospital, not until I’m on my deathbed again. Please, can’t I stay here, just for a little while longer?”
You bit your lip. He couldn’t stay. If the police found out you were harboring a fugitive, you’d get in serious trouble. But in good consciousness, you couldn’t send him on his way. He needed to recuperate, and you knew how to help.
“How much did you steal?”
Hyunjin furrowed his brows. “What?”
“How much did you steal and can you give it back?”
“I can’t give it back! I stole it for a good reason!”
You folded your arms in front of your chest. “Hyunjin, stealing is wrong and I can tell you know that. Whatever it is, we can fix this and you can stay here. But if you’re not going to give it back, I can’t help you anymore. I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean we?” He shot back. “There is no we! It’s just me! I work alone! I don’t need your help, I’ll be just fine on my own!”
Hyunjin tried to stand up, but he fell back to the ground, causing him to curse under his breath. You sighed and held out your hand. “Give me your hand.”
He smacked it away. “No!”
“Hyunjin, listen to me! You lost a lot of blood and you’re going to get sick if you don’t stay and let me take care of you. However, I can’t have you stay here if you’re still on the run. I can’t lose my job. I will let you stay, I will get you back on your feet, I will help you, but you have got to return the things you stole. Can you do that for me?” You explained, staring deep into his like he was only moments before.
He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “I… I don’t know.”
You took his hand again, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “I know it’s scary but I can help you. I will help you, I promise. But you have to help me first.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at you. “I didn’t want to steal. I really didn’t. But my friend said he knew of a way to get cash fast. And so we started stealing. Just simple pick-pocketing jobs. It was fun, I guess. I liked the adrenaline rush. But then he started to go bigger by stealing from stores and then he wanted to steal from houses. I tried to tell him I wasn’t interested, but he said I was in too deep now. I had to stay with him or he’d stab me for betraying him. Which he did anyway. I didn’t want this. I just wanted to stop living off of scraps and sleeping on the streets.”
Your heart broke at his story. Squeezing his hand, you put your other hand on his cheek and rubbed your thumb over it, clearing some of the dirt on his face. “Hyunjin, let me help you. I can get you out of there. You don’t have to snitch but you won’t have to steal anymore. I can get you a job, you can stay here for as long as you need. All you have to do is give me the things you stole and I’ll return them. I promise to make sure you’re taken care of.”
The tears started to slip down his cheeks and you wiped them away tenderly. “Why? Why are you being so nice to me? I broke into your house! You should be furious! You should be calling the cops! You should have left me to die!”
“Because I am a nurse. It is my job to save lives. And that is exactly what I’m going to do for you, come hell or high water.” You told him. “Do you trust me?”
Hyunjin bit his lip before taking one of his hands and rummaging through the pocket of his pants. He handed you a clump of jewelry and coins. “This is all I took. It’s not much, but I’ll help you return it.”
You smiled at him. “Can you try to stand again? I’m going to help you to my spare bedroom. We’ll get you all situated there and then I’ll start an IV. In the morning, when you have more of your strength, you will write a letter apologizing for what you did and I will hand deliver it. I will convince them some way, somehow to not press charges. Then you can stay here, rebuild your strength and the blood you lost, and then you’ll work to repay your debt. Okay?”
He nodded. Helping him to his feet, you shuffled down the hall to your spare bedroom. He leaned heavily on you which was understandable, but he still managed to stay upright with your help. Eventually you got him into bed and you quickly set a catheter before giving him the IV drip.
“There, that should do it.” You sighed and looked down at the tired boy. “Tomorrow, if you have the strength, you can shower. I’ll get you some new clothes in the morning. You’re lucky I have tomorrow off. You can also make a list of things you like to eat, although I’ll be making sure you eat a lot of iron rich food. You have to get that blood you lost back.”
Hyunjin sniffed. “You really don’t have to be this nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”
You frowned. “And now I’ll be putting you through therapy too.”
“But-”
“No, Hyunjin, listen to me. I am your nurse now, whether you like it or not. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of because it’s my job. You will repay me back down the road by staying out of trouble and taking care of yourself. You will keep the job I find for you and you will do your fair share of chores around here. You will also work on your mental health so you can have a better life. Have I made myself clear?”
He nodded. “Yes. Crystal.”
“Good. Now, get some rest. You have a lot to do tomorrow.” You made your way out of the room but stopped in the doorway. “Hyunjin, I want you to know, I’m not doing this out of pity or out of duty. I may not have known you for long, but I care about you.”
“Thank you. For everything.”
And with that, you closed the door.
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