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taexual · 6 years

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BTS / Mafia AU - They’re jealous

REQUESTS: @dcwonderwoman54: Can I ask for an arranged mafia au for bts where they get jealous?

anonymous: what i'd like to request is Mafia! au BTS when someone flirts with their s/o.

WARNINGS: overreaction, exaggerated jealousy, all of that unhealthy stuff + strong language & some sexual themes

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7

Jin

Jin was just watching. Observing. Plotting.

The guy at the bar of the restaurant had to arrive to talk to you as soon as Jin left to the bathroom. He was still talking to you with no intention to leave you alone whatsoever, so that meant he’s been running his mouth for about five minutes now. That’s five minutes too long.

“Get your ass up from my seat and out of the restaurant in the next fifteen seconds if you want to keep your head attached to your shoulders,” Jin growled, stopping right behind the guy.

Slowly, the guy turned around, a cocky smirk still plastered on his face. “Chill, man, I was just—”

“—leaving!” you finished for him, jumping up from the bar stool where you’ve been sitting before. “He’s leaving.”

The guy turned to look at you, licking his lips before opening his mouth. “Am I leaving, baby gi—?”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Jin charged. Jin’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw and sent his head flying to a side as blood splattered from his mouth to his cheek. You gasped, jumping away.

“Fuck, Jin!” you yelled, looking around at the people who have turned to stare at the three of you, shocked expressions on their faces. “We’re at a restaurant!”

“Fucking shit, man!” the guy echoed, wiping the blood from his cheek. “I was just talking to her!”

“The only thing you’re going to be talking to is my fist,” Jin replied, not a single trace of compassion on his face.

“You need to get the hell out of here,” you told the guy, knowing very well that Jin wasn’t going to repeat his warning, but he sure as hell would repeat his actions and punch the guy again. However, the guy didn’t seem to grasp that. “Are you deaf? Leave! Now!”

Finally, your louder tone got to him and he nodded, glaring at Jin one more time, and then almost sprinting out of the restaurant when Jin pretended to run after him.

“The punching wasn’t necessary,” you grumbled, annoyed, yet aware that you should have been used to this behavior already. Jin was impossible to change.

“His entire existence is unnecessary,” Jin shot back, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the restaurant. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh. That’s the first smart thing you’ve said tonight!” you said bitterly. “Let’s leave before the police gets here.”

“No,” Jin replied, stopping suddenly, so he could turn to look at you and let his eyes reveal the true intentions for leaving. “Let’s leave so I can show you who you belong to.”

Suga

The audacity of the guy who was so obviously flirting with you really took Yoongi by surprise, so it took him about twenty seconds to locate his gun in the back of his jeans, behind his jacket, when it usually took him five.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi’s hand move behind his jacket and it didn’t take a genius to understand what he was going to do. You had no doubt Yoongi would actually shoot the guy right then and there.

“You’re really nice,” you told the guy who kept incessantly asking for your phone number. “But I have a boyfriend.”

“Come on, babe,” the guy continued. “He doesn’t have to know.”

Just as you opened your mouth to give him another subtle warning, you knew your boyfriend had done it for you. The guy in front of you stood up straight, feeling the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

Slowly, he turned around to face Yoongi – or, rather, Yoongi’s pistol – and immediately raised his hands, all color draining from his face

“I’m s-sorry, man,” the guy said, somehow immediately understanding that the man, pointing this gun at him, was exactly the boyfriend you’ve told him about. “I was j-just talking.”

“Pathetic,” Yoongi spat, hearing the guy stutter. “Where’s your cockiness now, you fucking son of a bitch? What were you so keen on not letting me know, huh? Come on, tell me all about it. What were you planning to do with my fucking girlfriend even when she told you she wasn’t interested in you, you pathetic dick?”

“N-nothing. I was just talking,” he repeated. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, I swear.”

Yoongi laughed dryly, having heard you tell the guy that you were taken. “Just how stupid do you think I am? On second thought, there’s no need to answer that. I’ll—”

“Yoongi, let him go,” you cut in, noticing the way Yoongi took the safety hook off. “He’s not worth the scene.”

Yoongi’s eyes drifted to you and almost immediately as he saw your disappointed – yet nervous – eyes, he started to lower the pistol.

“Get the fuck out of here, loser,” Yoongi snapped at the guy. “If I see you again, you’re fucking dead.”

The guy didn’t bother to reply with anything – he didn’t even thank you for basically saving him – as he immediately broke into a jog and ran down the street, away from you, his dignity long lost.

You sighed, glancing at Yoongi who had extended his hand for you to take. “You overreacted.”

“You underreacted,” he shot back, smiling softly when he felt you take his hand.

“That’s not a word,” you told him, staring straight ahead so you wouldn’t have to look at him and the smile that was back on his face.

Yoongi’s smile turned into a smirk after you said that. “You won’t be able to know any words when we’re done tonight.”

J-Hope

You and Hoseok trusted each other… to a certain extent. Both of you could name a few instances where you’ve gotten jealous and felt the need to interrupt each other’s conversations to announce your presence.

This night was one of those instances. Hoseok had a meeting with a businessman at a casino and he brought you – his lucky charm – along and then ended up having to leave you at a bar as he had to play poker with said businessman, while you weren’t interested.

When Hoseok returned an hour later – after having won the game – he found you laughing at something a guy standing next to you had said. Since he was too occupied with the game, Hoseok hadn’t checked up on you, so he had no clue how long you’ve been talking to this stranger but he could tell the guy was enjoying your company a little too much.

“I’m back, love,” Hoseok announced, instantly leaning in to place a kiss to your cheek in a rare public display of affection. “Hope you weren’t too bored.”

“Oh, no, I actually met—”

“We can head out now,” Hoseok interrupted, not interested in hearing anything about the guy next to you and how he’s entertained you while Hoseok was gone. “Do you want me to get your coat?”

“Yeah, let me just finish my drink,” you said.

Hoseok nodded and continued to stand next to you, refusing to leave your side now that he knew there was another guy here, waiting to have your attention focused on him.

However, you were feeling uncomfortable now, so you sighed, putting your drink back down on the bar and stepping off the bar stool.

“Let’s go,” you said and gave the guy you’ve been talking to before an apologetic look. “I’m going to go. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Y/n,” the guy replied, seemingly unphased by Hoseok’s sudden appearance, which irked Hoseok even more.

As soon as you and Hoseok were out of the casino and ready to go home, Hoseok gave you a sharp look.

“I’m glad you had a great night,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Even without me.”

“I had a shitty night,” you shot back, already having expected him to be bitter about the new acquaintance you’ve made. “You couldn’t have expected me to just have fun by myself for an hour while you were playing poker. Sure, that guy kept me company, but I was bored out of my mind. I don’t know why I came here with you.”

“Well, then,” Hoseok said, his mood changing within seconds, as he opened the car door for you. “The night is still young. Get in. I’ll make sure you don’t regret going out with me tonight.”

Namjoon was one of the most mature people in the Mafia you’ve ever seen. He handled everything gracefully, diplomatically, and with this subtle arrogance that slid past most people’s eyes but made you really impressed by him. He knew his worth and he made sure people respected it.

So, when the two of you headed to have dinner at a new restaurant that had opened downtown and you found out that the owner of the restaurant was your childhood friend, Namjoon was slightly unnerved, but kept his posture. That is, until said friend arrived to say hi to you and wouldn’t stop drooling over you.

“It’s really been too long,” your friend said. “What do you say we get a cup of coffee someday?”

Namjoon cleared his throat dramatically, earning concerned looks from both of you. “Sorry, something’s stuck in my throat. Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Uh… sure,” you said awkwardly, giving a quick smile to your friend. “Will you excuse us?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll see you around,” your friend said, waving at you as Namjoon lead you towards the exit of the restaurant.

You had assumed he’d want to talk outside so no one else would hear, but as soon as the two of you walked through the door of the restaurant, he took your hand and just kept walking.

“Joon,” you said, confused. “Where are we going?”

“To a different restaurant.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “What? Why? We haven’t even tried the food at this one.”

“We’re not trying anything there,” Namjoon replied, his face still collected, even though his hand was now tightly squeezing yours. “I didn’t like… the atmosphere.”

“The atmosphere,” you scoffed. “Sure.”

Namjoon gave you a look. “Well, of course.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re jealous. Pointlessly, might I add. We were just talking.”

“I am not jealous. I don’t get jealous. I’m never jealous.”

Namjoon could tell how pathetic this sounded but he had too much pride to admit the truth.

He was jealous. Very much so. And that is why, he was taking you to a different restaurant, never talking to you about this again, and later, making sure your mind was occupied with him and him only.

Jimin

Jimin had a tendency to get irrationally jealous about the smallest things but instead of getting extremely possessive, he just turned clingy and needy. It was truly fascinating to watch him suddenly become overly warm to you as soon as you focused your attention on your neighbour’s puppy for too long.

When it came to other people, however, Jimin was different. His neediness manifested itself in rough and aggressive behavior that you’ve only witnessed when he was doing business.

You weren’t expecting that side of Jimin to come out on the street, where you ran into an old friend and shared a hug with him. Jimin held your hand all through it, basically pulling you away from him. And when you gave Jimin a weird look, you were met with his angry eyes. Here we go…

“So nice to run into you here!” your friend said, making you turn back to look at him. “How have you been doing? You look great!”

“Thank—”

“We need to go,” Jimin stated, already pulling you in a different direction from the guy.

“Uh, right,” you said, choosing to just go with it or you knew Jimin would cause an even bigger scene. “Sorry. Great running into you. I hope to see you again!”

Your friend gave you a wave as Jimin started to walk faster, trying to put more distance between you and the guy as quickly as possible.

“No need to be so rude,” you mumbled, letting Jimin know that even if you went with him, you still disapproved of his behavior.

“You hope to see him again?” Jimin countered instead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! It’s just a nice thing to say.”

“A nice thing to say,” he repeated. “What else would you have said to him if I hadn’t pulled you away?”

“That my boyfriend is an idiot,” you retorted. “I don’t understand what your problem is, Jimin. He just said hi to me.”

“He hugged you.”

“That’s how people say hi!”

“He was looking at you with sex in his eyes.”

You scoffed at this. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

But Jimin was still watching you, his gaze ruthless.

“I’m not going to share you with anyone,” he said then.

“Yeah,” you replied. “You proved that to him.”

“I proved it to him,” he said. “It looks like I’ll have to prove it to you, too. Multiple times just to make sure you really know you’re mine.”

Taehyung and you were supposed to meet up at a park close to your house for a date night but he was running late. Some unplanned business had made him reach the park twenty minutes later than he had planned. Once he got out of his car, he literally sprinted to the bench where he knew you’d be waiting, but he stopped short once he saw you because you weren’t alone.

A guy dressed in sportswear was standing next to you, laughing at something you’ve said and making Taehyung want to shoot him on the spot.

“Hey, babe,” Taehyung called out to you from across the street before jogging towards you and kissing your cheek as soon as he was next to you. “Sorry I’m late. I texted you about the stuff I had to take care of.”

“It’s okay,” you said, giving him a smile and then turning to look at the guy you’ve been talking to before. “I’m going to head out. It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” the guy replied, a wide smile on his face. Taehyung was ready to wipe it off his face with his fist. “I hope I can see you again sometime.”

You smiled as a response, allowing your boyfriend to guide you away from the guy and towards his car.

“So,” Taehyung said, not even trying to conceal the bitter tone in his voice. “Who was that?”

“I don’t know, some guy stopped by to tell me I looked like one of his classmates from school,” you replied. “Funny story, I actually happen to—”

“I’m sure it’s really not that funny,” he cut you off dryly.

You frowned, a little taken aback by the way he interrupted you. “What’s your problem?”

Never one to admit his feelings just like that, Taehyung ignored your question. “We’re going home.”

“Home?” you asked, confused. “I thought we were going to get dinner.”

“We were. I’ll cook you something at home,” he said. “Because if one more guy, who isn’t me, tries to hit on you, I swear I’ll kill them all.”

“Taehyung,” you said strictly, knowing that he’d stay true to his promise. “We were just talking.”

“That’s the way you see it,” Taehyung disagreed. “But he wanted to have sex with you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’m a guy,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And I want to have sex with you basically 24/7.”

“That’s kind of unrealistic.”

Slowly, a smirk appeared on Taehyung’s face. “Is that a challenge? You know I never say no to a challenge.”

Jungkook

You didn’t know Jungkook was here. And, truth be told, he wasn’t planning on coming here, either. He knew you were going clubbing with your girlfriends, so he agreed to go out for drinks with his friends. He couldn’t have possible known both of you would end up in the same nightclub.

You were on the dancefloor, laughing at something your friends have just done, while he was leaning against the railing of the balcony overlooking the dancefloor, his eyes never leaving you. He followed every movement of your body until his eyes caught a male figure behind you.

“Hold this,” Jungkook told his friend, handing him his glass as he started to walk towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?” his friend called out after him.

“Y/n’s here,” Jungkook replied simply and his friend needed no further explanations.

Jungkook was on his way to claim what was his.

By the time he finally reached the dancefloor and managed to walk through the thick crowds of dancing bodies, you were already yelling something at the guy, while he kept trying to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Hey!” Jungkook called out, his angry voice booming over the loud music of the club. “Get the fuck away from her.”

The guy was clearly drunk as he stumbled on his feet, attempting to turn around to look at Jungkook, while you frowned next to him, not having expected to see your boyfriend here.

“Hey, man, I’m just talking to her,” the guy replied.

“Talk to someone else,” Jungkook snapped, approaching you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “She’s not interested.”

“Whatever,” the guy said, clearly not in the mood to be starting any fights tonight.

He turned around the next second, disappearing into the crowd, while you turned to Jungkook, not knowing if you should ask him what he was doing here or thank him for saving you from that creep.

“We’re going home,” Jungkook stated before you made your decision.

“W-what? Why?” you asked. “That guy backed off. And I was screaming curses at him anyway, didn’t you see?”

“I saw that,” he said, leaning in closer to you until the smell of his cologne mixed with alcohol overwhelmed your senses. “Now I want you to scream something else. For me only.”

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inneedofsomehope · 6 years

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BTS Minjoon smut

A/N: Sorry that I haven’t been posting much. I have secretly been binge-watching “Scarlet heart Ryeo”. Whoops. I am totally and utterly in love with the actor Lee Joon Gi. That man is so swoon worthy O~O. I have been working on three series, but I want to work a bit ahead before I post some more. Also don’t forget that my requests are open and that I appreciate it if you leave a request or a comment!

Pairing: Namjoon!top x Jimin!bottom

Genre: Smut

Warning: Daddy kink, soft touching, hand job, blow job, fingering, anal penetration, overstimulation/oversensitivity, pain kink.

Words: 1,8K

A/N: I got inspiration from this video, don’t watch if you don’t like. It is not my video, it was posted by @babyxbangtan

{video}

Jimin had been teasing Namjoon all week, testing his limits, seeing how far he could go before Namjoon would snap. But much to his own disappointment, Namjoon had only been patient and hadn’t shown an ounce of irritation. He had tried almost everything that he could think off that could set Namjoon off, without risking a fight, but Namjoon already caught on on his boyfriends strange behavior and decided to tease him back. Two could play a game.

Every time Jimin placed his hand a bit too high on Namjoon his thigh, the other man would just do the same of ignore it completely. Sometimes Jimin would go as far to lean over the elder and whisper dirty things in his ear, while softly grabbing or rubbing the others crotch. ‘I want this cock inside of me so bad, daddy,’ he whispered in Namjoon his ear, slightly grabbing his cock through his pants. Namjoon sighed and grabbed Jimin’s hand, placing it back in the younger his own lap. Jimin was really getting on his nerves.

When practice was done, and everyone went back home, Namjoon decided to stay a bit longer trying to perfect the dances. Much to Jimin’s dismay. ‘Namjoon hyung, why don’t you just come home with us? You are pretty good at the dances already!’ Jimin tried to convince Namjoon to come home with him, but it was to no avail. Once Namjoon had his mind set, it would be that way and no other. And this way he would be away from Jimin for awhile and that would give him the chance to calm down before he would show Jimin what his bratty behavior had got him into. With a pout Jimin left with the others, leaving Namjoon on his own.

When Namjoon came home a couple of hours later, he found Jimin sound asleep on their shared bed. Bare legs tangled in the sheets, a big t-shirt covering his chest and his hair all over the pillow. He smiled softly, dropping his bag and stepping in the shower. He would probably need one later on too. Towel drying his hair, he walked back into the room, finding Jimin in the same position as before. He discarded the towel and walked over to the bed, crawling onto the soft mattress, slightly hovering Jimin. Softly he started to kiss the younger his neck, leaving pretty pink and purple bruises. A couple of whiney sounds left Jimin his mouth, but he didn’t wake up. That was until the elder man grabbed the cock of the younger and sucked and bit particularly hard on his delicate skin. ‘What the...’ A strangled sound left Jimin’s mouth as Namjoon started to pump his now semi hard dick. When he opened his eyes, he found Namjoon his dark chocolate eyes looking hungrily at him, filled with dark lust. Namjoon his hands left Jimin’s body, only to grab the base of the shirt Jimin was wearing and to rip it off, showing the younger his pretty, milky body. A warm mouth on his left nipple left Jimin squirming for more as he pushed his boxers down with his own hands.

Namjoon grinned, feeling satisfied with the way Jimin his body reacted to his touch. ‘Did you like teasing me all week?’ he asked in a low voice, noticing the shivers running over the small body. When Jimin didn’t react right away Namjoon got up from the bed, losing all skin contact, placing himself at the end of the big bed, in between Jimin his legs. ‘I asked you a question, baby boy.’

‘N-no, daddy.’

‘And why is that?’

‘Because you didn’t react much,’ Jimin whined and fell quiet when two warm, big hands started to run up and down his body, softly scratching nails, pinching flesh, but never actually touching the sensitive areas where he wanted to be touched the most, ‘a-and because you didn’t give me what I wanted.’

‘And what are you supposed to do when you want something?’

‘Ask daddy...’

‘Do bad boys get what they want?’

‘No.’

‘Well I guess you shouldn’t get anything at all then. You are not allowed to touch yourself, or I’ll cuff you up.’

Namjoon got up from the bed, leaving Jimin’s body bare to the cold air in the bedroom. He sat down in the big leather chair in the corner of their room, legs spread, semi hard cock full on view for the younger. He kept eye contact when his hand lowered to his cock, slowly pumping up and down, moaning every now and then, to tease his lover, watching him squirm and having a hard time not to touch anything but the bedsheets, which were now clenched in his small fists.

After a while, as Namjoon felt that he was getting closer to his climax he looked over Jimin’s body once again. The boy his muscles were tense, precum spilling from his pretty pink cock, eyes focussed on Namjoon his fist that was wrapped around his length. ‘Come here, baby boy.’

Jimin’s eyes snapped up to look at his daddy’s face. After confirming that he meant it, he slowly got up and walked over to Namjoon. There wasn’t an ounce of amusement left on Namjoon his face, only pure lust and it did something to Jimin. Shivers ran up and down the boy’s body as the big hands of Namjoon roamed over his skin. Jimin whined softly and bit his lip. With a harsh move Namjoon turned Jimin around, ‘Go get the lube for me,’ he said, voice dripping with desire. As he walked away, a stinging sensation was left on his butt. He could feel the blood in his left asscheek rush to the surface, forming a bruise. He got the lube and walked back towards Namjoon, who had watched the petite boy with dark, hooded eyes. ‘Now get on your knees for daddy and suck my cock like the bad boy you’ve pretended to be.’ Slowly Jimin got onto his knees, grabbing the base of Namjoon’s cock and taking him all the way in. The tip of Namjoon’s length hitting the back of Jimin’s throat, making him gag and swallow breathlessly around Namjoon. Closing his eyes, Namjoon started to thrust up in Jimin’s mouth. ‘Yes, that’s it baby boy. You make daddy feel so good.’ Before Namjoon could cum, he pulled Jimin’s greedy mouth away. Without much words, Namjoon turned Jimin around, squirted a good amount of lube on his cock and fingers, before he bent Jimin over, slowly pushing his fingers into Jimin. ‘D-daddy,’ Jimin whined as the sensation of Namjoon’s fingers hit his nerves. Slowly he started to pump the fingers into the warm hole of the younger boy, working till he started to relax. Two fingers became three as Jimin started to relax more and without further hesitation Namjoon lowered the boy onto his hard cock. Jimin moaned and squirmed in Namjoon’s grasp, already feeling sore at the brute intrusion after not being fucked for so long. When Jimin was seated all the way onto Namjoon’s cock, he leant forward, taking Jimin’s earlobe in-between his teeth, before mumbling, ‘now ride daddy, let me know how sorry you are for teasing me all week.’ Slowly Jimin started to bounce, swirling his hips, standing on his toes to pleasure his daddy the best he could. This position was one of Jimin’s least favorite, he couldn’t relax that well and he always found it hard to get a grip on the floor or Namjoon his legs, since he couldn’t look at his daddy. He found himself running out of breath at a fast pace, his whole body sensitive and wanting to be touched so bad. Trying to find a better position so he could get a better grip, he leaned his hands on Namjoon’s knees, ass sticking backward, feet getting tired of standing on his tippy toes. After a while Namjoon could feel Jimin his body growing tired, grabbing onto his hips and placing him down on his cock firmly. Jimin whined and moaned out to the length of Namjoon’s cock hitting that very sensitive spot. ‘A..ah! Daddy!’ Namjoon started to firmly and harshly thrust up into Jimin’s ass, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again, making Jimin even more sensitive. With one hand on his hip and one hand on his shoulder, Namjoon kept Jimin in place as he started to thrust fast and deep. Jimin’s moans were like music to his ears and he often found himself lost in the sound, loving it the moment it started to sound agonized and pained, knowing that he could bring the boy to a point that he couldn’t do anything else but fall prey to Namjoon. ‘You’re such a good boy,’ said Namjoon as he brought his hand up to pinch and tease Jimin’s nipple. The younger boy squirmed and whined, body being too overstimulated.

As Namjoon came with a grunt, biting in the flesh of Jimin’s neck, pinching his nipple harshly, he could feel the younger ones nails scratch the flesh of his wrist. He cried out as he was filled to the point it spilled all out of his ass hole, body completely spent, cock still untouched and painfully hard.

Slowly Namjoon lifted the limp, spent body of his lover off of him, feeling the muscles of the younger boy tense to the point where he felt like they could snap. ‘You’ve been such a good boy, Jimin. I should take care of you now,’ Namjoon said. He slowly placed the boy onto the bed, crawling onto it himself, lying down beside him and softly trailing his way towards the younger boy his hard length. As his hand wrapped itself around the boy’s cock, the small body jerked, and he cried out. ‘No more. Please no more daddy!’ Namjoon swallowed and looked at the face of the younger, tears on his cheeks, eyes squeezed shut. ‘Shit,’ he mumbled as he pulled the comforter over Jimin’s shivering body. ‘It’s OK baby. You did so well.’

Namjoon softly kissed Jimin’s cheeks, nose and eyelids, slowly feeling his body relax. ‘That’s it, there you go. You did so well. You took daddy so good today.’ A soft smile started to spread over Jimin’s face, eyes opening and looking lazily at Namjoon. ‘Anything for my daddy,’ he whispered before closing his eyes again. Namjoon softly ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair, looking lovingly at his baby boy. ‘I love you, Jiminie. Tomorrow I’ll take care of you all day.’

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streetkings-yusa · 7 years

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Joon Gi 1/?

For the pride of Korea, right? Fuck that.

Several decades had passed since the 1980 Jingweon Massacre at the hands of the Tojo Clan. Joon Gi was still a small child at the time, but he had relatives who had served and died in the gang. The Korean Mafia was relentless, but from their standpoint at the time, they couldn’t hold a goddamn candle to the yakuza, and so they held back. He wanted payback for his family, he wanted to spill that damn chairman’s blood. Joon Gi wanted Kiryu fucking dead.

In the ways of his gangster relatives, he learned as he grew up. Who’d have thunk that cute little kid with the bright eyes, little Han Joon Gi, would beat the shit out of his classmates and stab them with sharpened pencils? Can’t be, right? It had to be the big bully in the class next door, right? But he's so well-mannered and behaved! He learned at a very young age that his cute face would get him off the hook, probably could even get away with murder. All he needed to do was play by the rules, smile, and say "please" and "thank you." No one suspected a thing. After middle school had come and gone, everyone still wondered where little So Jung’s body went. Incinerators do fucking wonders.

Joon Gi was a fucking god at getting away with violence, and he loved the thrill of it. By high school, he had a long kill count on mafia hits over twice his age, and he was untouchable. Poison? Done. Murder? Standard. Shootings? Perfected aim due to his two years of service, along with taking up boxing. He practiced headshots on mob hits prior to his service, and by the time he was out of high school, Joon Gi was a seasoned hitman. The army was peanuts to him. After his discharge, Joon Gi went right back to killing. He was a superstar in the underground, and even older gang leaders feared him. Here he was, before hitting thirty, and he accepted the title of Jingweon’s newest leader.

The bigwigs back home threw a huge fit over Joon Gi’s decision to bring the Jingwoen back to Japan. “Are you insane, kid?! Do you really want to throw your life away? That’s what you’ll be doing when the Tojo sic their yakuza dogs on your ass.” Frightened bitches, he called them. None of the big bosses had the balls to go face the Japanese, and plus, he had a new idea of setting up shop before taking down Kiryu.

He knew he was good-looking. Hell, he already had a hard time keeping the girls away from him sometimes. Fuck buddies got in the way of work every now and then, and there was always a sad moment when he was hired to kill a girl he’d slept with. Oh well, water under the bridge, and there goes her body floating in it. Seeing as there was an over-abundance of women at his doorstep every day, he figured he could get into a host club in Japan and start establishing his foothold there. Korean pop stars were all the rage nowadays, and even Japanese tourists who ventured into Seoul would ask for pictures (of course he declined. He’s no idiot.) Get in a club, work his way up, get dirt on targets from thirsty girls on the way—it was a piece of cake. Speaking Japanese was easy for him too, he did spend his whole life preparing himself for this moment. And those teachers at school thought he was just trying to broaden his horizons, hah!

As soon as he and select members of his gang landed in Japan, they immediately styled their hair into whatever was fashionable, Joon Gi going for the striking silver and hitting the host clubs. He had enough money backing his stay in Japan to buy his own club, but Joon Gi thought best to not attract too much attention to himself. Where’s the fun in getting caught too early? After his successful interview (and instantaneous hire) at Stardust, Joon Gi was on his way home when a pair of street punk nobodies tried to mug him in an alleyway.

“Yo, pretty boy, just give us your wallet and you won’t have to get hurt. Pretty easy, right?” The knife the thug held in his outstretched had looked rusted and worn. Joon Gi couldn’t help himself but laugh out loud at the pathetic sight. Typical wannabe alley trash in cheap black hoodies with busted weapons, fucking riot! “Yo, asshole, what’s so funny? Are you messed up in the head or somethin’?”

“Tch. Yah, you guys are too fucking cute!” Joon Gi said through his bouts of laughter. He just needed to push a few more buttons. “What’s with the puny knife? Gonna fuck me with that ‘cause your dick’s too small?” He saw the rage building in the knifed man’s face. Just a little more. “Sorry your girlfriend faked it all in bed. Must be hard having the world’s tiniest pecker, eh? What? No girlfriend? Damn, being a hooker suckin’ on a straw for a dick doesn’t even sound worth it.”

“FUCK THE MONEY, YOU ARE DEAD, YOU FUCKING BRAT!”

There we go. Joon Gi smirked as he readied himself for the coming attack, fists raised in a fighting stance. The man pounded in his direction, knife raised as his bumbling feet stampeded down the alley like a disoriented rhino. It was almost sad knowing it would be over so quickly. Joon Gi sidestepped into the man’s side, giving him the opening he needed while the knife sailed right past him. Poor bastard. Joon Gi delivered an uppercut with the power of a fucking cannon to the man’s gut, sending him reeling backward. The hit made the man disarm himself and the knife clattered on the ground. In one fell swoop, Joon Gi grabbed the knife, slid towards the inebriated man on the ground like a batter to first base, and drove the rusted blade home between the eyes. He stabbed him several more times until his face looked like a messy knife caddy, wait, what face? Joon Gi’s laughter rang throughout the dark alley. He couldn’t even remember what the asshole’s face even looked like. “Ten seconds,” he exclaimed as he lifted his eyes to the dead man’s partner.

Joon Gi was over the fucking moon. The shithead tried running away, tripped on his own two giraffe feet and pissed himself while trying to regain his balance in a filthy puddle. He couldn’t stop laughing at the pathetic sight. The guy was screaming and rolling around in his own piss! Who knew Japan would be so fun? Still, Joon Gi didn’t want to attract attention, and he was cutting it real close on time. Without further thought, he pulled the knife out of the attacker’s face, giddy that one eyeball was intact as it rolled out of its socket, and strolled over to the attempted-escapee. In one fluid movement, Joon Gi grabbed the man’s hair and lifted it upward, exposing his neck, and buried the rusted blade deep into his throat and slit a nice wide bloody smile. Gotta look pretty for the cameras tomorrow, right? He held the man’s head in place while the blood sprayed outward, waited until the convulsing stopped, then dropped his draining body back into the piss puddle, now mixed with blood.

“Tch, this sucks.” Joon Gi was annoyed with his timing. It took several minutes until the man died. Maybe I should’ve buried the knife deeper. Next time I’ll get it right. He rustled through their pockets and drummed up a measly twenty-thousand yen. This couldn’t replace the bloody shoes they messed up! Frustrated with the night’s end, Joon Gi grabbed both bodies and dragged them along to the dumpster at the end of the alleyway like unwanted luggage. He tossed them into what he assumed was the incinerator pile and buried the bodies under several bags. He was beyond pissed now, seeing as this was his messiest clean-up job, and he couldn’t even properly dispose of the bodies. He knew that they would be found sooner or later, whenever the fuck trash day was in Japan, so he immediately thought of an easy way to pin it on someone. Earlier on in the day he had found a lapel pin belonging to some small-time gangster in a taxi (he learned that members of yakuza gangs wore pins with their clan crests to denote with faction they came from, some shit like that), and it was still in his pocket. He pulled out the pin and his handkerchief, wiped the pin and knife clean of his prints, and tossed them onto the pavement next to the dumpster. He then wiped the blood splatters from his shoes until they shined once again, cleaned off the blood from his hands, and returned the handkerchief to his pocket. Irritated as all hell, he trudged back home and went straight to bed.

The next morning, Joon Gi saw a report of a double homicide on the news. Some yakuza lieutenant was charged with two counts of murder, the bodies trashed in a dumpster and wallets cleaned. One body didn’t even have a face, the other looked like his head was partially lopped off. The killer was arrested upon identifying his pin, which he claimed had lost on his way to some club. He killed the two for wanting to rob a yakuza lieutenant and, not knowing what to do, tossed them into the dumpster like discarded garbage and dropped the pin he had on him all along. According to the anchorwoman, it looked like concrete evidence enough for a unanimous decision in court, and he would most likely be getting ten to life in prison. It seemed almost impossible to contest.

The fried fish he ate never tasted so good. Joon Gi couldn’t help but smile. Who knew Japan would be this fun?

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