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Warning - May be upsetting to some readers

The night he hit you, you knew you couldn’t stay. You couldn’t let yourself live in fear of it happening again, so you left him. You moved to England for a while, but it didn’t help to get him out of your head. At night, you found yourself crying. You somehow still miss him. You know that he didn’t mean to. Did you make a mistake?

You tell yourself to stop dwelling on it. You need to get over him. So you go out to a bar and find yourself a handsome man - James. You take him home for the night. But it’s not just that night. You find yourself in a relationship, and you tell yourself that it’s a good thing. This is what you want. It’s only when he proposes within the first 6 months that you start to question it. You accepted, but you start wondering why. Then you realise - this new guy is everything that he wasn’t. Boring, predictable, docile. So that’s why you make the decision at 3am to book a flight for you and James, telling yourself it’s just for closure. You’re going back to South Korea.

You make yourself known to be back. You tell all your friends, and you let just the right people know just the right things. He’ll find out that you’re coming home.

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This was requested by French Anon. I decided to add the ever-popular mafia twist to what was supposed to be a very fluffy, sweet story. I also have an idea for a longer story whirling in my head and I feel like this, or something similar, is the perfect budding point for it. I hope everyone enjoy and let me know what they think! Would you like to see this fleshed out?

“What is this?” You turned away from the mirror to see your boyfriend bend down and pick up a folded piece of paper. His slim fingers flipped the card. You returned to fixing your hair. In the reflective glass, you saw a corner of his lips lift into a smirk.

           “‘You are one of the brightest stars to grace the darkness that is this campus.’ Quite the poet your admirer is. Is this even legal?”

           His index finger slid down the edge of the paper. Even though there was a smile on his face and his tone was mocking, you saw a hardness glint in his eyes. The wine glass in his other hand was tipping precariously, and you wanted to say something before he spilled the liquid all over your lush white carpet.

           “Oh stop it. They’re just kids.”

           You reached over to pluck the love letter from him but he held on. A steely look replaced the previous warning one. “I sent you there to be on a mission, not to flirt with little boys.” His voice was low, deeper than it normally was.

           “Yongguk.” This time it was your turn to give him precaution. “You know that I know what my job is, and where my loyalty lies.”

           Gone was the brewing storm and in its place was the charm of a man who knew how to use it. “Of course, my darling. I was just toying with you.” Yongguk placed the glass on the dresser and beckoned you with one finger. You followed his direction, willingly entranced. He closed his legs so you could sit on his lap and he tilted a finger under your chin. “After all, it’s a cat chase mouse world we live in, and these little rats have no idea who’s chasing who.”

           It was moments like this, when Yongguk would utter these ominous threats, that you look past the man you love to see the man everyone else feared. It wasn’t that you didn’t know what he did. Hell, you were in the business yourself, having been trained single-handedly by your father. But knowing the gentle man Yongguk was when he was with you, and then seeing the cold ruthlessness he showed his men sometimes gave you quite an awakening that you were in bed with one of the most dangerous men in Seoul.

           “Penny for your thoughts, love?” Yongguk’s right palm was sliding up and down your thigh but his smile was beaming at you with an open curiosity.

           You bent at the waist to suck at his neck. “I just can’t quite reconcile that this cuddly man wearing a teddy bear sweater is one of the coldblooded leaders behind the city’s underground.”

           His lips furled into a smirk against your shoulder as he allowed you to bite him, a sleeping lion allowing his skilled mate to playfully provoke him. You pulled away to look at him, knowing that he didn’t quite like to be too marked up in front of his subordinates. Yongguk shrugged as he stood up, his hands supporting your bottom, as he shuffled his way to the bed. “I can show you that Mr. Teddy Bear can also be quite a beast in the sheets too.”

           The moment was gone but when you woke up the next day and got ready, it nagged at you. It was Yongguk’s idea, no, command, to send you to the university. The son of his biggest rival was slowly amassing his own group, and it bothered him. You remembered being there at that meeting, right after he had just snarled at a couple of guards for making mistakes, reacting too violently for such a small error.

           His eyes had been wild and hard as he turned around and around, staring at his domain, at his kingdom, at all the things that can threaten to topple at any moment before they settled on you. You were much too used to Yongguk’s ups and his lows but the decision he made afterwards, chilled you.

           “You,” he pointed at you, not gently, but in a do-or-die way. “You’re next for this mission.”

           It was only afterwards, in the peaceful quiet of your room that he was gentle again. “You know you’re the only I trust, baby.” Life with Yongguk was like this. His bark was worse than his bite, to you at least, but his bark still hurt. It was a constant volleying between his ever volatile mood and the favor he so obviously lavished on you.

           A hand dropped on your shoulder and you jolted. It was Yongguk and he was staring at you. “You’re mad at me.” He said the observation matter-of-factly. There was no trace of any emotion to the look he gave you through the mirror.

           It still never failed to amaze you how well he knew you. You turned to look him directly in the eye. “Yes. I wish you would have as much faith in my love for you as you do in my abilities. You sent me on this mission to get closer to him and when it’s working, you drop cryptic comments. Make up your mind.”

           You held a breath. You seldom spoke back to him like this. Yongguk didn’t smile. Instead, he leaned in close so his next words were spoken quietly but clearly. “This little brat thinks he can take my turf, but he sure as hell will not take my woman.” He kissed you hard, biting on your lips and drawing blood before pulling away. “There. Much better.”

           There was a rose on your desk when you walked into the classroom. Your first instinct was to glance up at where the younger man sat, in the middle of the room. But his seat was empty. When you reached to pick it up, a hidden thorn jabbed your finger, causing you to bleed. You let out a wry smile. Your love with Yongguk was like this. Beautiful, until there was pain.

           You tossed the rose into the trash can in time for the students to file in. You dabbed your finger with a tissue and held it closed in your hand. Smiling brightly at the tired faces of the college students, you began. “Welcome to class.”

           After the class was over and everyone filed out, he was the only one who remained. He was young, but not much younger than you were. There was a soft look on his features and you had to fight to remind yourself that this man has had received the same training you did when you were growing up. He was the next to inherit the group who was always at odds with Yongguk. He probably even has had blood on his hands.

           “Daehyun,” you greeted him.

           “You’re bleeding,” he said softly. Of course. Being in this business meant your observational skills had to be above others, and you probably developed an innate sense for blood.

           You had to look up at him; he was significantly taller than you were. “Just a small paper cut.”

           “Let me see,” his voice was enticing, his concern touching.

           “It’s quite alright. I’ll put a band-aid on it.”

           “Let me see,” he repeated, this time a little more forcefully. That was when you were once more jolted back to the reality that yes, he was a university student, but he was still head of a mafia.

           You held out your finger and his eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t look like it was from paper.” Then his gaze fell onto the blood red petal sticking out of your trash. “Ah, I see you have another admirer.” There was a dangerous, possessive look that appeared in his eyes. “Looks like I have competition.” And then he smiled, all charm, and you steeled yourself. “Have a good day, Professor. And don’t let some jerk who doesn’t know how to take care of flowers hurt you anymore.”

           Your eyes followed him out the room. The month that you have been at the university had taught you many things about this man who was a budding threat. Some you expected, but moments like this, when he seemed wiser and more clairvoyant beyond his years, still surprised you.

           When you went home, you made no mention of the rose to Yongguk. There was no doubt in your heart that it was he who had sent it. Your boyfriend said nothing, only giving you a cursory look, allowing his eyes to linger on the nude band-aid that wrapped around your finger. The fact that he said nothing was proof enough. It was done on purpose, a subtle reminder.

           As you were drifting off to sleep, you felt his lips pepper your skin with kisses. “I love you, I hope you know that,” he murmured, and there was nothing but sincerity in his words.

           The next present was two roses. This time, you bent to inspect them and saw nothing. Wordlessly, you placed them in an empty vase and went out to buy more to make them appear to be decorations, and nothing more. You found yourself apprehensively wondering what Daehyun would think. But such thoughts were dangerous, and you felt a wild panic claw at your heart. What was wrong with you? It was just a rough patch with Yongguk, you reassured yourself. Nothing more.

           This time, before he left the classroom, he dropped a box on your desk. Without a word, he just flashed you a heartbreaking smile and walked out. Your hands shook when you opened it. A beautiful necklace peeked out at you. Light hit the crystals in the crescent pendant and you quickly closed it. You couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away, as you should. Instead, you slipped it into your bag. Keeping it at the school was dangerous. Clearly, Yongguk knew a way in or the flowers would not keep appearing on your desk.

           Daehyun approached you one week later. “Do you mind meeting me out by the quad?” His expression was calm but there was something else flickering in his eyes. Was it anticipation? It was right by finals time. Soon, you would no longer be on this mission, no longer be his teacher.

           You agreed, thinking there would be no harm. His full lips broke out into a wide smile. “I’ll see you there at three then.”

           The walk from your office to the quad where students were still milling around was a good ten minutes for you to clear your head and to quiet the raging pulse that was jumping at your throat. This was forbidden. Yongguk would find out. Yongguk would kill you. Yongguk would hate you. Yongguk would-

           “Hello sweetheart.”

           Standing in the middle of the meadow, out in broad daylight, in his teddy bear sweater, was the man himself. Yongguk was holding onto a giant bouquet of roses and in his other hand were soft pink and lavender balloons. Girls walking by was staring at him, clearly enthralled by his looks. Suddenly, all thoughts of Daehyun melted away.

           “What are you doing here?” What you meant was, why was he exposing himself? He knew he had enemies on this campus. And why was he linking you to him, when that had been everything he didn’t want.

           His gummy smile didn’t fade. “I figured I’d come here and announce to the world that you were mine. Is there anything wrong with that?”

           Yes, but seeing him there, openly acknowledging you, made you feel like all those years was worth it. “No,” you whispered. “But it’s still-”

           “No ‘buts’,” he smiled as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. His hand went into your bag and pulled out the box Daehyun had given you last week. Your heart was in your throat. Of course he knew.

           But there was no change to the soft expression. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the box onto the grass. From his own pocket, he presented you with a ring. “Marry me?”

           This went against all his principles. He wasn’t supposed to have ties that could hurt him. He especially was not supposed to let the world know. The balloons were drifting into the sky now and Yongguk was down on one knee. The wind blew by and ruffled his hair, creating an even softer look.

           “Yes,” you whispered. Yes because you loved him despite the ups and downs. Yes because even though you knew why he was doing this, you still loved him. Sometimes Yongguk hurt you beyond what was imaginable but you had long given yourself to him. Yongguk grinned and slid the ring on your finger, locking you in.

           The last thing you saw before Yongguk’s lips came over yours was Daehyun, standing behind him with a bouquet of his own, and a completely blank expression on his face.    

Dagger (part 1)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4(end)


“I don’t have to go there every day you know!” I whined, dumping my bag on the ground.

“Yes, y/n. You do.”

“I should be in some assassin school”, I retorted, “Not middling with people who can’t even tell an M4A1 from an AK47. I do not belong there. They give you homework oppa. HOMEWORK.”

My words made my brother snort and that only made me more frustrated. “I should have known this was the reason you stared.” He said, still grinning. Still not taking me seriously. “You know I don’t want this life for you right? I want you to make something of yourself.”

Unfortunately, our argument was interrupted by his stupid phone, ringing its stupid ringtone, at the wrong time, as per freaking usual.

Jerk.” I cursed.

“Bitch.” He replied, and proceeded to answer his phone.

As I reached my room, I dragged my bag pack behind me, too exhausted to even keep it in its regular place. They had made us stay afterschool for decorating the auditorium because our seniors had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to do it, and it was already dark by the time we were done with the task. My mind yearned for some action to get the school off of me.  I heard Jiyong shuffling down in the hall, and as if answering my unspoken request, he yelled, “Suit up kiddo, we’re going hunting.”

The next few moments were a blur of changing into soul pleasing black, and loading all my guns. The only thing I took time in, however, was deciding which one of my knives was going to adorn itself with the blood of my victims tonight.

When I reached down, Jiyong was already dressed and ready to leave. Acknowledging me with a nod he made his way out indicating that Seungri was already at the gate, waiting for us. TOP, Taeyang and Daesung were already at the site, to set up some traps. Just in case any of the inhabitants decided to make a run for it. You’d be surprised at how often those losers turn out to be disloyal cowards.

Seungri opened the front door to the car, like a gentleman, and I stepped in, before Jiyong could claim that spot. He made a sound of annoyance, but I just stuck my tongue out at him from the window. Seungri stepped in next to me after Jiyong had taken his place in the back comfortably, and from the driver’s seat extended an arm to draw in my seat belt. “Don’t want the lady to get hurt because of me, now, do I? Especially when she looks so dashing.” I just chuckled at his smoothness, whereas Jiyong was not half as pleased at this advance. “I’m about to puke, and then kill you, Lee Seung Hyun. That’s my baby sister.”

“Damn, treating me like a lady is sickening? Then what does taking me to a massacre stand for?”

“Shh. I’m trying to load my gun. Don’t want it accidently going off in your general direction, do you?”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Can you both be nice to each other at least once?” Seungri chimes in, in his ‘mom voice’.

“If you’re asking so kindly.” I answer with a little wink. Jiyong made more puking noises in the back. Sometimes I wonder how this dork has empires worth millions. But then again, other times, I’m helping him construct them.

We stopped about one block away from where we were supposed to go. Which reminded me, I did not even know what we were doing tonight. “What did they do?” I ask, looking out at the only lit apartment in the abandoned neighbourhood.

“They traded with some big shot under our name, and cheated him. Now he’s after my neck, and I want those bastards to pay for it.” He answered, with anger evident in every syllable he pronounced.

The three of us got out of the car and were joined by the others. They already had masks on, which made understanding what they were saying difficult. The fact that they were whispering, wasn’t helping.

“Can you take that thing off oppa?” I asked Taeyang, who seemed to be surprised on hearing my voice, almost as if he wasn’t expecting me to be there. He shot Jiyong a look, but then uncovered his mouth by dragging the mask to his chin, and went on. There were about 15 of them, and we needed them dead. That was all I needed to know. After a bit more briefing, we finally made our way down to get some work done.

Being in a team with the five people that had been protecting me for as long as I could remember, even when their own lives were at stake, gave me a blood rush. A feeling of gratitude and at the same time, completeness came over me. Walking in the dark as a single unit, with our footsteps unconsciously in sync, I felt like I was a part of them.

TOP unlocked their door, somehow managing to make zero noise in doing the task. We walked in, one after another. Each having the others’ back, with guns at ready. With Jiyong leading the way, we followed close behind. Alert. Tiptoeing to the upper floor where light was pouring out from, we took our positions outside their door. There were distinct voices coming from inside, they were excited to have pulled off their stunt, and were most probably drinking. All our eyes were fixed on Jiyong, waiting for his signal. After taking a quick peek in to check the possible escapes routes and to make sure that all of them were in there, Jiyong put up two fingers, and as soon as he turned them towards the door, we poured in. All six of us aligned at the entrance blocking their exit way with guns aiming right at them, all set to shoot, even if they so much as twitched a finger.

“What the hell” one of them, presumably their leader, gasped, which made his glass of whatever cheap drink he was having fall from his hand and on the table. Making the pungent smelling liquid flow everywhere.  

“It’s a little too early to celebrate, don’t you think. Wow, did you really expect to get away after pulling a bullshit stunt like this? I’m literally physically offended right now.” Jiyong stated, in the most dramatic voice he could conjure. Meanwhile, one of the guys thought it was a good idea to shoot him while he was in the middle of his ‘speech’. The bullet grazed the cloth on his arm a little, probably because the guy who shot was too drunk. But before his bullet even touched Jiyong, Daesung had already fired at the man and now he was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and alcohol.

Clutching his heart for a dramatic effect, Jiyong said, “I came out to have a good time, but I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” Finishing the sentence, he finally showed a little seriousness and turned to their leader. “Let’s make a deal, you spineless git. Tell whatever bastard you made an ass of, that it wasn’t us who did it, and that it was actually you cowards who bank on other’s identities like parasites, to intimidate people, and I’ll let at least six of you live. Otherwise, this place will turn into a Quentin Tarantino movie and I’ll enjoy every second of it.

A second bullet flew, this time at TOP who was standing right next to Jiyong, but luckily he dodged it within a fraction of a second.

“Bad choice”, Jiyong growled. And on cue, all six guns started firing while stepping forward, aware that the bullets would only get us so far. There were shots fired from the other side too, from the men who had not forgotten to bring their guns, while others simply took shelter behind tables and poles. On getting close enough, TOP took the guy who had shot him by the collar and punched him across the face. The man tried to retaliate with a punch, which was immediately blocked with one hand, while the other landed more punches, till it was covered in crimson.

I stood a few feet back while the boys moved in front of me as the first wall of defense. My gun was still in my hand, watching their backs. A group of thugs ganged up on Seungri, but he was joined by Daesung and the duo stood back to back, fighting of all the attackers as a well-furnished team, accustomed to each other’s moves. Taeyang, TOP and Jiyong too were busy knocking off teeth and breaking bones, as sounds of gasps, thuds and occasional screams echoed off the walls of the room. But something seemed off. There was still a puzzle piece missing. And contemplating this, unintentionally, I let my guard down.

In a matter of seconds, someone snatched the gun out of my hand and my back was being held against his chest. Putting the gun on my temple, the boss of the organisation yelled, “You shouldn’t bring weaklings on a mission, G-Dragon.” Which caused everyone to stop dead in their tracks. “It would be a shame, if I had to kill someone so young and beautiful, just to get back at you. So this time, let me propose a deal, drop your weapons like a good boy, and maybe I’ll let this one here see another day. Otherwise..”

“Otherwise what?” I interrupt. Catching him off guard. I used this opportunity to elbow him in the side, which made him take a step away in surprise more than pain. He tried to get a hold of me again, but his arms were stealthily dodged as I ran across from him, and instantly turned, stepping on one of his knees for support as I wrapped the other leg around his neck, which dis-balanced him and he fell. I got up from the ground and moved to his front, hoping to strangulate him. But before I could make it, a realization struck him, he raised his hand and took a shot at me. The bullet grazed my cheek, and I felt hot blood drip down from the wound. “Wrong move, bitch. Wrong. Move.” I snarled, as he got to his feet. Taking my knife out by its hilt, I flung myself at him, slicing the vein his neck before he could take another shot. Blood splashed across my face as the older man fell down with a thud.

The commotion that had resumed sometime while we were fighting, suddenly came to a standstill as the underlings stood with their jaws hanging. Their boss, lying dead on the ground with blood still gushing out of his wound and pooling around his limp body. A girl, not more than 18, walking away from the corpse with blood smeared all over her and the weapon that did it all still in her hand.

“You bitch”, one of them cursed as he lunged at me. Shifting to a side to dodge his punch, I caught his extended arm and stabbed him, never breaking eye contact as his pupils dilated and his eyelids fell shut. The other five joined me and as a single unit, we killed every single person in the room. Like an artist drawing a masterpiece, our movements were fluid, coordinated. Where one left off, the other picked up and within what felt like seconds, it was the just the six of us who remained standing.

“Well that was interesting.” Daesung broke the silence before it got awkward. “We should head back now, there’s nothing of interest in here anyway.”

Nodding in agreement, we headed out back to the cars. While I was getting in the front seat, beating Jiyong to it again, I turned back to give him another teasing look. He, however, was nowhere to be found. What was odd, was that Taeyang was missing too. I stopped halfway from getting into the car and went up to TOP, who was standing near his car, smoking a cigarette, “Oppa, have you seen Jiyong oppa anywhere?”

Putting out his cigar on the hood of his car, he threw the butt in a nearby dustbin. “Yeah he and Taeyang went back to the building to see if there were any clues as to who the guy they cheated was. They’ll be back in a minute, don’t worry. Meanwhile, let’s take care of that cut. There’s a band aid in the car, let me go get it.” With that he turned and opened the door to his car while I was left with an uneasy feeling. But I shrugged it off as he shut the door and tearing the cover, gently covered the bruise on my cheek with the adhesive tape.

“Why do you all keep flirting with my sister?” His low cracked voice made TOP wheeze. “Ji, if I ever make the horrible mistake of even looking at her that way, you are more than welcome to draw a blade through my heart. No questions asked.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, hyung.” Taeyang spoke up in a gentle voice. “And it’s about time we were on our way. Daesung-ah! Let’s go!” He yelled out which made Seungri and Daesung break up their conversation. Seungri pointed to the car indicating that he would be waiting for us, while Daesung walked up to us.

“Y/n, we should head out too. I don’t really want to listen to the maknae whine all the way back home.” I giggled and bowed to the other three, wishing each other good night, we parted our ways.

The ride back home was fairly silent, except for the music that was blasting from the car stereo. When we reached the turn that separated our way home from Seungri’s, Jiyong told him to drop us off there, and head back to his place, we could walk back home, it wasn’t even that far off.

“But hyung I really have no problem…”

“Go. It’s okay. Get some rest.”

And so we ended up walking back home in the dark, the sounds of our footsteps resonating in the dark empty street.

“What did he say to you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“What did who say to me?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Youngbae oppa. He took you aside to say something to you dint he?”

He let out a deep breath and looked down at the ground. “It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin/OC)

Author’s note : i forgot i had this fic OMG! You guys, This is by far, my favorite fic of all time : eventhough i wrote it.) Fair warning… it isn’t finished and i don’t know when i’ll finish it, but I have written eleven or so chapters… 

Y’all ready for this one ? 

Here’s the first chapter : 

Chapter 1

“Flower , Flower, Flower…” Jin Soo wouldn’t stop shouting and I couldn’t think straight with the phone nestled between my shoulder and cheekbone, arms filled with the leftover food from the diner and one hand futilely trying to keep a hold of my son’s wrist while he tried hard to reach for the bouquet of flowers nestled into the grilled door outside my apartment. I felt my skin crawl when I saw the scribble on the card which read, TM.

Lee Taemin was some sort of a pest I couldn’t rid myself of, I thought in despair. After five years, the man still chased me like some sort of a rabid dog in heat. it was disgusting and it made my skin crawl, but mostly it made me furious. The man had wrecked my life. Destroyed it. And still he thought he had a chance with me. Or rather , thought I was desperate enough to actually have sex with him. It was the worst sort of insult.

But honestly, even if I did sleep with him, no one would blame me, I thought despondently, looking around at my ramshackle apartment which had barely the necessities. I’d paid a lot for it, simply because of the locality. I had a child , I couldn’t get an apartment in some seedy locality just because I was hard up . So even though the place was basically a crumbling dump, I’d gone ahead and rented it. Over the past five years it had become home and now I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

“Mum, can’t I get the flowers?” Jin Soo whined when I tossed the offending bunch out into the garbage chute. I gave him a wide, coaxing smile.

“those are dirty ones baby. We can go out later and Omma will get you new ones from that pretty noona down the street…” I said , injecting a lot of excitement into my tone although I’d been up for the past sixteen hours and my feet and spine were killing me. i had to open the bakery again in just seven hours. It was eleven already and technically, Jin Soo ought to be asleep but he’d woken up when I’d picked him up at the day care. I resisted the overwhelming urge to just collapse on the nearest flat surface and sob.

I was so tired. So tired.

And the more I worked, it seemed the more work piled up. But now, finally it was paying off. I’d finally gotten a contract with one of the wedding planners. This meant that I could actually get paid substantially. For now, that was enough really. The bakery did good business and I worked part-time at the diner so if everything went according to plan, I would be able to finish saving enough to move back to Busan. My grandmother lived there and I somehow knew that she would accept me, even if the rest of my family wanted nothing to do with me. I felt a lump in my throat at the thought. i missed my parents fiercely. Had loved them so much.

Almost as much as I had loved Park Jimin.

I sighed. I’d gone the entire day without thinking about him. But of course he managed to creep into my head just when I was going to end the day. It was funny. He’s kicked me out of his life without a thought and I couldn’t even kick him out of my head. But then no one who meets him can. Jimin was …. well, he was Jimin.

Beautiful, brilliant successful Jimin. Temper like a live wire but one of the sweetest men on the planet. Wonderful husband.

The most wonderful husband any girl could ever have.

The man I had loved, madly, truly and so deeply it still took my breath away,

I felt a sob build up and swallowed it when Jin Soo glanced at me from where he was playing with his toy legos.

I had to forget about him. I had to move on, if not for my sake then at least for Jin Soo’s sake. Now that he was older, i finally realized the danger of staying in Seoul. Jin Soo was the splitting image of his father. One would have to be blind not to notice that he looked exactly like the man whose face was pretty much plastered across every placard in the city. He was too young to be affected now but when he grew up, I would hate for him to get stigmatized because of his mother’s mistake.

It was another hour before I finished putting Jin Soo to bed and settled down with the day’s bills. The figures weren’t promising and I bit my lips in nervousness. I could only hope that somehow, I would be able to save most of the money I got from my new job with the Wedding Planning agency.

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“well, you’re clearly good at what you do. This is a really big society wedding. Scheduled for six weeks from now. You’ll have to meet up with the groom and the bride along with me and once you get a hang out of it, I’ll be willing to let you have free reign.”

I bowed gratefully, surprised and thankful that Mrs. Min, the lead chef in charge of the catering, wasn’t prejudiced and actually very fair. While she told me all about the requirements the guest lists and how the desserts would be served , with pictures and portfolios, the phone rang on her desk.

She said some quick phrases in English and then turned to me.

“We’re lucky. Park Jimin ssi and his fiancee are here already. you can meet them directly right now…” she smiled.

The earth crumbled beneath my feet.

“what?” I rasped out, stunned.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin….

“Well, Mr. Park is the one we’re going to be serving. Him and his fiancee, Lee Mi Rae….”

It felt like a gunshot to the head.

Mi Rae had been my best friend…

She had known about everything.

The truth about what had happened that night.

How could she do this to me?  Betrayal, disbelief and nausea chased across my body in quick succession and breathing became difficult.

My husband was engaged to marry my best friend.

My husband who thought I had cheated on him.

My best friend who knew I hadn’t ….

Even when i was pregnant with Jin Soo i didn’t faint. I couldn’t faint now, although my vision was blurring at the edges.

But when the door behind me opened and I heard his familiar voice fill the room.

“Mrs. Min… So nice to meet you…”

I stayed perfectly still. My hands were trembling now. i couldn’t do this, i thought vacantly. I’d envisioned running into him a million times but never like this. Never with my future hanging on the line. at least Jin Soo wasn’t here… I thought vacantly, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

“Mr. Park. This here is Mrs. Kim Min Hee…”

I couldn’t put it off anymore. I turned, keeping my gaze steady as I stared unseeing at the man who had pulverized my heart five years ago. Who had destroyed everything, Everything I’d held dear. The man who had once been my everything. The father of my child. My throat went dry as I stared at him.

Silence.

“Is this some sort of a fucking joke?” Mi Rae rasped out. I glanced at her. The woman who had once been like a sister. It didn’t make sense. Or maybe it did.

Maybe they’d always cared for each other and I’d been the one too blind to see it.

But I was staring at Park Jimin. He’d somehow grown more handsome over the five years I hadn’t seen him. And wealthier if the expensive suit on his body was to be considered. I swallowed as the familiar and unwelcome ache started inside me. It ought not to hurt so much i though in despair. Didn’t time heal wounds??

“Minnie….” He whispered, the forgotten name tugging on my heartstring rather unfairly. He used to call me that when i was eighteen years old. When I’d literally known nothing but him, his touch the way he felt around me, inside me . When he’d been mine and mine alone.

But I wasn’t eighteen and he certainly wasn’t mine in any way or form.

He looked like death as he stared at me, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock.

“I’m sorry Mr. Park. is something wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong, that’s his lying, cheating ex-wife..” Mi Rae shouted .

“Enough.” Jimin’s voice was calm and steady but came out like a whiplash. Mi Rae sobered at once, giving me a vindictive glare. Mrs Min looked stunned .

“I’m so sorry Mr. Park…”

“Please. It’s okay. All water under the bridge really. We’ve both moved on. There’s no reason we shouldn’t do this like civil adults, right, Min Hee ssi…?” He said evenly.

“Of course..” I said steadily, refusing to look him in the eyes. Water under the bridge? Can love ever become water under the bridge? Can it really flow out of your heart and not leave a trace behind? If it did then obviously you didn’t love me the way I loved you, Park Jimin,.

“Can we talk about the arrangements? ” He said casually and Mrs. Min nodded but she gave me a little nod.

“You can leave Ms. Kim. I’ll take ample notes and we can discuss about this tomorrow.”

I saw the kind smile on the older woman’s face and realized she was offering me an out from this potentially embarrassing situation. Feeling tearfully grateful, I bowed twice and hightailed it out of there.

But something told me,  as I stepped back into the diner where I served as the cashier, that this wouldn’t be the last time I’d be seeing him.

My only concern now was to make sure he never ran into my son.

Our Son.

Author’s note : don’t forget to tell me what you thought… 

5

SHINee 5- Power Rangers

Protecting Seoul from danger, a team of five heros strive to serve and protect the innocent people of Seoul.

Jinki- Red Ranger

  • The best leader
  • Really really passionate about keeping people safe
  • Especially his team.
  • He is always willing to sacrifice himself to save the others, which make them mad at him.
  • Has really sick flying abilities
  • “Hey Kibum! Watch me do a backflip!”
  • *Cue him hitting a wall*
  • His condition is the same, except it’s like more extreme?
  • Like once he fell off of a cliff while he was doing a stake out with Taemin
  • He was fine though
  • Becuase awesome Power Ranger healing
  • Has a cool sword as a weapon
  • His Zord is a huge red T-rex
  • He named him Tyrone (J: Why Tyrone? O:Like Tyrone-osarus Rex!)
  • *eye roll*

Jonghyun- Blue Ranger

  • Didn’t mean to be a power ranger tbh
  • Sodam was supposed to be
  • But she had been ill when the time came
  • When the propher showed up on their doorstep
  • He hid it from her bc he couldn’t let her risk her life when she was already so weak
  • Good egg
  • Really into it though
  • “Gotta do it for my sis”
  • Full of heart
  • Made matching t-shirts for the team
  • Those shirts were thrown away by Key
  • Really worried about their well being though
  • Like He doesn’t want to die.
  • Can make himself invisible
  • Always suggests they play hide and go seek for training warmups
  • Fights with two daggers that turn into a double edged sword thing
  • “Watch out bad guys! I got blades of fury and I don’t know how to use them!”
  • Was afraid of his zord at first
  • “Nice Dino. Good Dino. PLEASE DONT EAT ME

Key- Pink Ranger

  • Was not thrilled
  • “What do you mean I’m the pink ranger?”
  • Tried to trade colors with Taemin
  • “So is wearing your color all the time a requirement?
  • Refused to wear pink 24/7
  • Died his hair pink instead.
  • Enjoys the free room and board
  • Enjoys helping others
  • He just wants to be a different color
  • He is just Jelly 
  • Makes OT4 take group photots
  • Self appoints himself in charge of their social media platforms
  • Really proud that he got super strength out of this too
  • “Look Minho, I can lift more than you” *Ugly laughing*
  • Has a weird staff he fights with
  • Doesn’t really know how to use it
  • He just kind of pokes them?
  • His zord flys, how awesome right?
  • Jinki: Wow Key, you’re looking real ‘fly’ in your zord
  • *eye rolls*

Minho- Black Ranger

  • Ready to roast the bad guys
  • Goes hardcore 24/7
  • Always looking for any threat
  • Carries around a police scanner
  • “Guys, someone’s cat is stuck in a tree, We gotta go”
  • ….this guy….
  • Enough energy for the entire team
  • This guy is either eating, training, or fighting crime.
  • Going 24/7
  • “Psst, Taemin, Wakey wakey. Lets go for a run!”
  • Taemin: Hyyunnnggg It’s 4am, lemme sleeepp
  • Drags him out of bed anyways
  • Claims he got the lamest powers out of them all
  • He can read read minds
  • Often caught smirking at Taemin or Jonghyun
  • When called out on it, he whispers to himself and leaves the room.
  • Really good at fighting though
  • Got two axes and he just does Onew’s propellor move with them and he mows over enemies.
  • His Zord is his bffl
  • Name him Manny, after Ice Age
  • J: Manny is a Wooly Mammoth not a-
  • “I KNOW”

Taemin- Yellow Ranger

  • Didn’t mean to be a power ranger
  • 100% accidental
  • He found this box on his family’s doorstep for Taesun,
  • Curiosity killed the cat
  • He tried on the morpher bc he didn’t know what it was for
  • The morpher bonded to him and he was stuck
  • Great.
  • Good addition to the ream though, even is he is the youngest
  • Super speed my man
  • But Ironically, he hates running.
  • He is v glad that it’s impossible for him to lose his morpher. 
  • Yellow is cool, right?
  • When deciding who would room with who, him and Minho got stuck together bc they were the youngest
  • Morning runs every day
  • Someone save this baby
  • One time they got a call for a mission while he was showering.
  • He just walked out of the bathroom already morphed and OT4 was like ??
  • 6v6 “Lets go. Hurry up, I have shampoo in my hair”
  • Uses a bow in battle, but also good at hand to hand bc he took some classes as a kid
  • He named his zord mittens
  • “That’s a typical cat name, right?”
  • OT4: *Facepalm*

A/N: This has been one on my mind since Taebabe mentioned Power Rangers while they were in America. So here you go! Power Rangers AU!

Requests are still open! 

#1 Rich Boys of Gangnam - [BTS] Noir!Au

Originally posted by bbomb

[A/N] I’m back after Tumbleweed, Her. Now that the series have ended, I’m starting a new one with BTS to cope with the withdrawal symptoms of BTS taking a break until further notice. Hope you like it!


That’s right. The bills this month had reached another toll. It’s probably due to the broken socket in your house, the one next to the television. You sighed to the total numbers at the end of the paper, 150,000 ₩ and the salary this month was postponed due to internal conflicts.

You wished you were kidding, but you know your bank account is going to hurt the most this month. Hope your stomach can take all the MSG the instant noodles is going to provide you. It was late. Heck, it was 11 minutes to midnight and yes, most of the restaurants are closed, and all the good ones are packed.

Not to mention, your purse didn’t have the capability to afford outside food for now. You sighed again. You climbed the final step and turned first thing to the left. Upon shoving the keys into the keyhole you realized the door was already open, leaving a gap.

Adrenaline rush through your veins and you felt spooked all of a sudden. There’s a scary criminal on the loose and you’re a tenant in one of the most cheapest and dangerous neighborhood in Seoul. Your heart beats like crazy. Should you enter or should you just bail, not caring if people would call you paranoid if it turns out to be absolutely nothing.

Should you be calling someone?

Keep reading

Dagger (part 2)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Pairings: A wee bit of Reader X Seungri, and that subtle GDYB.

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4(end)


“It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

Someone hit me with a bag full of bricks.

No, I thought, that would hurt less.

If I had been told Jiyong and Youngbae were about to get married, adopt three children and name them after different types of pasta, that would be more believable. “I have been with you people since before I could even say my own name. It’s where I belong, oppa. I don’t do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else.” I said, coming to a standstill.

“You need to understand, y/n, none of us wanted this life thrust upon you. All we want to do is keep you safe. And what we do, it is as far from safe as is possible to be. If anything were to happen to you, do you think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that it was all because of me? That it was my fault I could not protect my own baby sister? Even after I was warned so many times, even when I almost saw you die today?”

I could understand. I did understand. But he had to understand I had a choice too. For eighteen years this man had worked tooth and nail, not being able to afford three square meals for himself, but making sure I never went to bed hungry. I was his responsibility. And now that I could, I wanted to repay him. Even if it was with my life. I wanted to watch his back, make sure he returned home every night, and bury anyone who dared to ruin what he created with his blood and sweat.

“Do I not get a say in my own life then? I need to make decisions on my own now. I’m not your six year old in pigtails anymore. Why can’t you see that?” I really did not mean to yell, or sound ungrateful, but that, somehow, was how things turned out.

“I suppose I should. I’m sorry for trying to do the right thing. I’m sorry for trying to protect you.” The pain in his eyes killed me over and over again. He just walked on, without a word, crestfallen.

I wanted to go after him, but something held me back. It took some time to register it was not my feelings, but was indeed a person, holding my arm.

“What the hell? Let go of me.”

The person, who was being referred to as ‘perv’ inside my head, showed no intentions of doing that.

“Right. Now. While I’m still asking nicely.”

“Well I’ll treat you right, love.” He sounded positively drunk. His breath only confirmed the same. “Don’t bother running after that coward of a man anymore, who doesn’t even know what he’s leaving behind. I know what girls like you want. And I’ll make sure you get what you des-” He was cut off by a punch landing square on his nose, causing blood to drip down.

Pulling me behind him, Jiyong growled, “If you so much as breathe within a thousand miles of my sister again, I will slice you into so many pieces, they will have a lot of trouble burying your useless ass.

“Think you’re so tough, huh?” The guy said, wiping the last of blood from his face, visibly offended. “Hey guys, I think we need to teach this stiff douchebag and his little bitch here some really solid lessons.”

“I’m going to do you a favour and tell you to back the fuck off before you and your peasants have to be scraped off the floor in the aftermath.”

“You son of a bitch-” He cursed and tried to punch Jiyong, who stealthily dodged it, caught a hold of the guy’s hand, stretched it out, so they looked more like a couple doing salsa than two extremely angsty dudes fighting for dominance, and used his elbow to hit the back of the perv’s head repeatedly.

Meanwhile two men, presumably the ‘guys’ ganged up on me, as I backed away from Jiyong. “Well this is hardly fair gentlemen.” I said, sarcastically. “An exhausted girl who is not in the mood for your bullshit, versus two scrawny rodents hell-bent upon making her loose her temper. The odds seem a bit off to me.”

“Shut up, bitch. You’re only making it more difficult for you.” One of them said as both the men lunged at me at the same time.

Ducking out from their reach, I grabbed both their wrists in the process, and exactly as Daesung had taught, turned suddenly, jerking their arms, then folded them against their backs, inviting gasps of pains from both.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit” I say as I kick the first one from behind, then the next making them fall on their knees. Before they had the time to comprehend what their free hands were going to do, I elbowed one of them from the back, with enough force to knock him unconscious, strong enough to send jitters up my arm, and then kicked the other one to the floor and again knocked the living daylights out of him; with the heel of my foot, gently caressing his face.

When I turned around Jiyong was already done with the guy who was bundled up on the ground still mumbling curses at both of us. He still looked extremely hurt from our argument earlier, and something in me broke.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, as tears began to well up in my eyes. “All you’ve ever done is risk your own life to keep me safe, and I am so, so grateful for that. I wanted to be with you guys, not for adrenaline kicks to fulfill my wild teenage fantasies of punching assholes into the sunset, but so I could maybe try to do the same for you, as you have done for me. Watch your back, make sure you don’t die doing something stupid like taunting people with grenade launchers aimed at you, maybe also make sure you came back every day. Take care of you, in the only way that I know.”

Jiyong simply walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my whimpering body. In an instant I did the same, as if clinging onto him for dear life. As my head rested on his shoulder, his hands gently played with my hair. There was a comfortable silence, interrupted only when we heard one of the guys that I had knocked down slowly come to his senses. We ran then. Not because we couldn’t take them in a fight again, hell, we would still emerge victorious if they called in multiple reinforcements. But, because none of us wanted to ruin the effects of the moment that had just passed.

As we came to a stop in front of our house, out of breath and pumped on adrenaline, one of the guards opened the door before we even reached in and both of us bowed to thank him. I was about to make my way up the stairs when Jiyong half whispered half yelled, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled, I turned around to see him; he looked like he had committed the most heinous crime in the history of heinous crimes, and was severely regretting it. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. That filthy guy and his minions could’ve done anything to you, and again, it would have been my fault. I’m so so sorry, y/n, I promise, I’ll never leave you alone like that again. Never.”

It was my turn to initiate The Hug, and so I did.

“It was mostly my fault, you know. I should have caught up to you. If not that, then at least I should have been the one to punch his nose off his face. I should’ve done something, but I dint. Let’s call it even.”

“You know,” He said, tightening his hold on me, “When I say ‘never’ I also mean the times when I’m out kicking ass. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“So, I’m not being shoved out of your super cool ninja clan then, G Dragon-sama?”

He just laughed and breathed a light no somewhere in between. “Now go to bed, Naruto, you have school tomorrow.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”


The next day Jiyong and Youngbae had a very heated discussion about me and what’s best for me and eventually, both of them decided it was best indeed, that I do stay with them, lest I shall be harmed in their prolonged periods of absence.

While they were in there, discussing my future, I was in the kitchen, making a very healthy double cheese chicken lasagna for my hungry self. As I was too busy drooling over the cheese that was bubbling in the oven, my surroundings became void and all that mattered anymore was the wall of time that stood between the food and my esophagus.

Out of nowhere, two fingers pressed down on either side of my waist, making me jump up in surprise. What was more embarrassing was the inhuman sound I made in the said process. Taking the first thing I found on the shelf I turned towards the attacker in a poise of self-defence.

“Whoa, y/n, you’re going to decapitate someone with that lethal spatula, girl.”

“Seungri? Dude, I would actually have decapitated you. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I have killer reflexes, you know.” I smirk.

“I’d love to put that to test someday. Let’s see, next weekend? My place?”

“Did you think that was smooth, Lee Seunghyun?”

“Is that a no?”

“Do you like lasagna?”

“What?”

“Yes. It’s a yes. Now, would you like to have lasagna? It’s almost done.” Talking about relationship stuff made me uncomfortable, and so, in the worst, most weird way that I could, I changed the topic.

“Some other time, princess. I need to go meet your brother first.”

“Cool. More for me then.” Princess? What?

“Watch the calories though.”

“Watch the calories though.” I mimic in a mocking tone as he smirks and walks away.

What a beautiful pain in the ass.

By the time the guys were done, it was evening already, and I did not realize that I had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter. Only managing to eat half the lasagna before my screwed up sleep schedule demanded to be acknowledged.

I woke up to the sound of Jiyong munching down the lasagna, sitting across from me on the counter.

“So Seungri asked you out?” He said, when he realized I had woken up.

“What? How do you know?”

“He called me this morning to ‘confess’ his weird feelings for you. He dint want to do it behind my back.”

“And you agreed?” I ask, visibly taken aback.

“Well, might as well. He knows what’s going to happen if he fucks it up.”

I snorted, and took a bite out of the lasagna as well.

“How did you make this?” He asked, making a disgusted face, “It tastes like damp socks.”

“It definitely does not. It’s better than what that good for nothing girlfriend of yours used to make.”

“Oh but she was good for something…” He says looking up at the ceiling, as if he was nostalgic. A smug smile on his face.

“You’re disgusting Kwon Jiyong.” I say, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Also, let me sleep. Go away.  Shoo. Do whatever deep dark stuff you do locked away in your deep dark room.”

“No, y/n, listen to me. This is important. It’s about that gang that’s after us.” He said, in a serious tone, which indicated we were down to business. “They’re called ‘death stroke’. Almost ten years ago, they were our biggest rivals, when dad’s company was about to go bankrupt and I had just ascended in his place. But, we beat him. After which they went underground. Now, I believe it was because they could not bear being defeated by a sexy eighteen year old, but according to Seunghyun hyung they were just ‘laying low’. Now that they believe it is us who screwed them over, their leader is blinded by revenge to extract vengeance from my majestic self. Even if we tell him it wasn’t us, he won’t believe it because, despite what TOP hyung says, he hates my guts. Now we’ve got to be careful, because who knows how many upgrades he has gone through over the years.”

“Upgrades? Oppa, this isn’t a video game villain.”

“Sister, he is called Midnight.”

“Ok first of all, I want that title. Second, why was this guy such a big rival of dad’s company?”

“Because apparently he had some beef with dad. He’s the reason the company fell in the first place.”

“Then let’s kill this bitch.”

Over the years, I always wanted to know why such a big company had reached such a low within almost no time. Who was the catalyst that favoured this downfall? I never asked my brother, because I was afraid he’d blame himself for it. But now that the son of a bitch had a face, and not to mention a cool ‘stage name’ that I required, I wanted nothing more than to paint his walls in deep, permanent red.

Over the course of the next few days, the guys all did their digging on this ‘Midnight’ and his ‘death stroke’, while I doodled in the back of my notebooks because whatever the teachers were saying in classes, was either never going to help me, or was just plain boring. As it is I was able to maintain good grades and an average image in class, so I could afford to doodle. I had earned the right to doodle. And so, I shamelessly doodled.

Fridays were the worst. Teachers gave extra homework, we had PE as the last period, and the instructor loathed my mere existence. Also, you never knew when the principle would come over and hand you more things to do, because of which, more often than not, we had to stay back after school hours.

This time, we were supposed to make paper cut outs for the first graders’ classrooms because they had a ‘Bring your mother to school’ day. I always hated these days, and anything to do with them.

“Never have I ever seen someone cut up golden stars with that much hatred in their eyes. You ok y/n?” My best friend asked me.

“Yeah well, when you have been personally victimized by your PE Instructor and then have a ‘decorate-a-classroom-for-mothers’ shoved in your face like a big ‘fuck you, you motherless git’, it sort of sucks the fun out of your peachy day.”

“Whoa slow down there sunshine. Here, have some chocolate.” She said, handing me a Hershey’s Kiss.

“Never leave me girl. What would I do without you?”

“Curl up in the fetal position and sob endlessly.” She said indifferently, as she pulled out a chocolate for her own self and ate it.

We finished the work sooner than I expected.

“A hundred starts and a double hundred chocolates later, the salty bitches finally emerge victorious!” I say, stretching my arms and got up.

“Speak for yourself, Cinderella. I happen to be a sweeter bitch.”

Both of us made out way out. Glad, the headache assigned to us was over. There were people in the class who looked at us with envy, and that made leaving even more satisfying.

We were out the school’s gate when it suddenly struck me, “Oh! I almost forgot, Seungri asked me out.”

“WHAT!! And I’m hearing about this NOW?! I feel betrayed. Did you find someone else to tell this to? *gasp* Are you CHEATING ON ME?”

“Calm down, you’re going to go into cardiac arrest. Who else would accept this eternal void of darkness except for you? I’ll tell you about it later, I want to go home right now, and sleep in a tub and hopefully drown in there for a couple of days.”

“Gimme a call when you come back from the dead, or if you die for good, ask Jiyong oppa to do it. We’ll support each other through the tough time. Then get married and name our firstborn after you.”

“Gross. Officially too gross. Oh the mental image. That’s it I’ve been scarred for life. I’m going to leave and pretend this never happened.” With that I turned, and walked away, already dreaming about essential oils soaking away all the torture I valiantly withstood today. And honestly, my body ached from head to toe, fingers about to spasm because of constant use of scissors, legs screaming out in protest, my eyes watering from the dire need for sleep. I was literally a wreck.

The sky was a dull yellow grey, clouds gradually blanketing all the blue and the setting sun not making any attempts to put up a fight either. There was a cool wind sweeping the streets, and weather like this meant a storm was on its way. A gentle breeze hit me, making me uneasy to the core. Ever since I was a little girl, I had noticed, on days like this, something always went wrong. And somewhere inside, that little girl wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up inside Jiyong’s blankets, because she was scared to be left alone.

Without second thoughts, I broke into a run as soon as I saw my house up ahead. I desperately wanted to get away from the rumbling clouds, slowly setting the stage for something more terrible to take over.

As soon I made it through the door, I took out my phone and called my brother.

“Hello?”

“Oppa?” I gasped, too tired to hide the nervousness in my voice, still breathless from the unnecessary running.

“Oppa where-” I was cut off as a large hand blocked my mouth. I wanted to retaliate, to protest, but my body refused to respond. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and I fell, barely conscious. I could feel hot blood drip down my head, as I made out a figure bending down to pick up my phone.

“G-Dragon, It’s been a while. I hope you haven’t forgotten me? Not that it matters right now. You see, I have something you want, and you have something I want. What do you say we discuss it over tea sometime? If not, then forget about seeing this little cheesecake again. I can’t say would mind that. I can imagine a few things I could do with her. When you make up your mind, call me on this number.”

If Jiyong argued, threatened or even yelled at the man, I couldn’t make out. I knew I had to do something to save myself, and I had to do it fast.

I tried to get up from the floor, but my arms betrayed me. And I fell with a thud that bounced off the walls and drew all the attention towards me.

“Knock that bitch out for the love of God. And put her in the car.”

The last thing I heard was Jiyong’s muffled cry, seethed with pain and anger, then it all went dark.

Didn’t think it would happen (1)

Originally posted by mewchim

I walked in my classroom as usual being the first student to get in there I started to write stupid things on the black board.After 5 minutes of drablling weird things someone enterd the class with a loud sound. I turned my head to the door to see no one but my friend Jackson looking lost at his books that where all over the floor. “I swear Jackson,every time you enter a class you need to drop something."I said lifting his books from the floor and putting them on the fist desk that I found. "Sorry ,I was reading something a text from Ella and I got distracted as always."he responded with a gummy smile,giving me a hug and taking his usual seat in the second desk.I looked at him for a few seconds almost laughting at his extremly concertated face while texting his ultimate girl crush from 6 grade.Jacksonn is an amazing boy and is always there when you need him or when you feel down and sometimes I really can’t understand why Ella is not dating him though. I sighted really hard and started to erase my writings from the board.The class started to fill quickly and soon the teacher eneterd the classroom . Angela was talking to me about her last dream while the teacher was corecting some test when the door swing open and the "bad boys” of our highschool entered filling the class with their expensive parfume smell. “Mister Kim ,you and your friends are 15 minutes late for my class."the teacher said getting up from his seat even tho he was so short comparing to the tall boys. "And the earth is round,do ypu have any irelevant facts for me now ,profesor Park?"V asked taking his seat beside me. The teacher opened his mouth to say something but gave up really quickly and took his seat back. I was allready familiar with V’s comebacks for everyone he didn’t like ‘because after all he was in the same classrooms with me for 2 years now .He and his group of frinds are hands down the most atractiive guys in our high school but the bad thing about them is that they are dangerous ,a lot of people are scared of them because last year ,rumors about them where floating around the school taht they are the kids of the most dangerous mafia group in Seoul. On the other hand I didn’t belive it because rumors where always floating in our school,like 2 years ago when I came here and everyone thought that I was spy send fro CSI to find things about Korea. "Y/n,are you going to stop staring at V?"I heard Minho say and I imediatly snaped not realizing what I was doing . "It’s really funny when stupid girls like you stare at me like they never seen beautiful peoples in their life."V said giving me a smirk and bumping his fist with Jimin. I rolled my eyes knowing how big it’s V’s ego and retun to Angela to listen to the final of her dream. The classes where over and me,Angela,Minho and Jackson where going to the convenience store to pick up some icecreams for Valine who has her leg broke. "Do you think she would like vanilia ove apple?"I asked getting lost betwen flavours. "Just pick whatever and let’s go home,it’s getting dark"Minho said pushing my back to the cashier. "Y/n,you think you could run to the school,I forgot my math paperworks in my locker and I need them for tomorrow or profesor Park is gonna fail me"Angela said coming to me out of breath . "But why me?"I asked whinning about going all the way to the school. "Girl,you have freaking abs and you wined 5 medals at long running marathons and you are still asking us why you?"Jackson sopke paying the icecreams. I groned in respons and got out of the store and started running to the school.In 10 minutes I was enetering the empty hallways of our highschool and starteed shearching for Angela’s loocker when I heard a lot of giglles coming from our math clasroom.I ignored the thinking it was our teacher flirting with one of the nurses as usual and grabed the math papers and walked out . The sun was completly set down as I was leaving the was school yard and to be honest I was scared as hell to walk alone to my house in this pitvh blacknes so I called Jackson. "Please tell me you and the guys are coming after me right now?"I almost whispered in the phone scared of my own voice in the empty street. "No,we are still waiting for you at the store,where are you tho ,is really getting late."Jackson asked with a wary tone. "I’m on my way but everything is really dark and I can’t see much,could you abd the guys come my way because I’m really scared to be honest."I said and started to walk slowly haering footsteps from my back. "Okey,we are coming your way,see you in 10."Jacskon said an hang up. I put my phone in my front pocket and started to walk on the lonly streets scaring myself everytime a cat apared on the road.While I was thinking about what way to walk to get to some ilumintaed streets I heard someone talking form my back. "Aish,you really are lost in your stupid world,aren’t you?"I heard a low voice say from me back.I turned faster and saw the one and only headass from my school ,V. "I didn’t heard you."I said trying not to stare again at his face. He smiled and looked at me "Trying not to stare at me like a crazy person again?Don’t worry,like I said today ,I’m used to weirdos like you to stare.” “What do you actually want?"I asked strated to lose my interes in this stupid conversation. "You said you where scared to walk alone so I thought that you might want to me take you somewhere close to your house."V spoke pointing to his expensive sports car waiting for him a few steps back. You heard about him and his gang inviting girls to get them home but insted they took them out to drink and made horrile things with them after ."I think I will pass,my friends are coming for me."I said and started to walk away from him.I just heard a short laugh and them a car door closing and the street became silent again. —————Next Day———————————————– As ususal I got early to school and because I did’t want to stay alone in my classroom I took my gym close and headed to the football field.There was no one as usual so I quickly changed my school skirt to some Nike leggings and put on my running shoes and head off to the field.I loved doing sports,I was in the track team back in my home country but now being in the 12 th grade I had to focus more on grades than hobbies. While I was running my last lenght I saw Angela and Minho sitting in the players steats on the field so I started to slightly run trowards them. "What’s up with you guys so early at school."I asked getting a water bottel from Minho. "Well I had to take some books from the library and Angela wanted to make sure she didn’t came late at least to this class."Minho spoke whipping some sweat with his shirt sleve.I changed qiuckly back to my school uniform and headed to class with them. "Do you think V has a think for you?"Angela asked for the 14 time in the last 5 minutes. "No ,I am not the only girl he asked to walk home."I said bored while grabing my notebooks. "Maybe he actually likes you but you are being ignorant as usual and can’t see that."She started jumping excited while holding my free hand. "Angie,for the last time,V is never gonna like me or even look at me ,there are more changes for me to freaking hit a freaking phoneix bird than go on a date with him."I said while moving my hand dramaticaly in the air. When I swing open my locker door I herad a loud sound and everyone from the hallway stopped in their tracks and looked at me worried.I didn’t understand what happend so I closed the door slowly and I almost jumped out of my shoes when I saw V rubbing his hand on his now read forehead. It took me 10 seconds to proced what happend and I imediatly dropped my books and put my hands over my wide opened mouth. "OMG,are you okay?"I asked feelling my cheeks turn red from the embarsement and the stares.Angela was in shock too but she managed to move a few steps away letting me sit there hopeless in front of V and His boys. "You really are some difficult women to deal with."he said still rubbing his forehead"You don’t have other things to do?"Joon shouted loudly and the crowd of students quickly started to move. "I’m so sorry."I managed to say one more time before he passed by me bumping hard into my shoulder………
Not So Bad

Member(s): Tao X Female reader

Genre: smut, MafiaAU

Word count: 1,648

Warning: smut obviously

*NSFW*

For @exocausetearsandsmiles


      You’d never intentionally set out to have this kind of life. Money, gangs, fast cars, drinking, trouble - it was like an action movie plot come to life. It always looks fascinating on the screen, but the real deal was, although thrilling, difficult. When Zitao was out at work late in the night, you were left at home wondering who he was dealing to, whose car he was boosting, who he was seducing for the sake of slander and cash.

      But if it all proved too challenging you’d only have to remember that you were his. You’d only have to hear him quietly sneak through the door in the silvery early hours, only have to feel him slide under the sheets next to you, only have to breathe in the musky scent that wafted pleasantly in your nose. Then you knew it was all most definitely worth it.

      There was something completely enchanting about Huang Zitao. You’d been drawn to the leather-jacket, clean-cut look the moment you’d met him, your eyes instantly falling in love with the way he looked. Because how could you not be attracted to him? You stood by the opinion that he was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. The way his lips curled at the edges when he was content, the little crease that appeared on his chin when he was concentrating, the line of his jaw that was so perfect it seemed as if someone had spent years carefully sculpting it into shape. His hands were traced with veins, knuckles easily capable of delivering a punch someone’s way, his fingers both ticklish against your cheek and skilled at moving inside of you.

      Tonight was a night like any other for Zitao, although nerve-racking for you. Tonight as well as being his girlfriend, you were also Zitao’s employee.

      “Run through what I have to do again,” you said walking bristly alongside him, the cold November street silent as you reached a more dangerous area of Seoul.

      “Guy named Jesung, lives in Gangnam. He’s a police officer and trying to bust me and the guys for the pills we dealt on Friday. All you’ve gotta do is seduce him, get something out of him and then we can blackmail him.” He ran through the schedule briefly, professionally. Of course, why wouldn’t he? This is everyday business for him.

      You glanced at him and caught his eyes for a second. He must have noticed the troubled look on your face, as he smiled and took your hand in his and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

      “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be fine, and I have Baekhyun and Chanyeol positioned in the club so they can whisk you out in case anything goes wrong.” He somehow reassured you, and you began to relax. Everything would be fine.

      Now outside said club, Zitao pulled the bouncer aside and whispered something in his ear, handing him a small plastic packet of ecstasy pills. Before you knew it the hip-hop music was throbbing in your chest and Zitao was behind you, pointing out your target.

      Jesung looked pretty easy. He was sat on one of the couches, hawk-eyes looking around the room. Probably looking for anyone dealing. But still, you were confident getting something out of him would be a piece of cake.

      Zitao’s voice in your ear again made you jump and he pushed a small recording device into your hands to record your conversation. “Good luck, baby,” he said before merging into the crowd.


     “…and I wasn’t sure if he was dead. But I didn’t turn back.” You smirked. It had only been fifteen minutes and you’d already managed to get three drinks into his system and quite a scandalous confession out of him.

      You clicked the button of the recording device off and stood up. “Thank you Jesung, I reckon that little piece of information will be very useful. There’s nothing I love more than a bad cop.”

     He frowned up at you, eyes glazed with drink. “But how…how’d you know that? How’d you know I’m a cop?” he asked, grabbing your wrist and standing up too. You prayed the two boys would turn up now.

      And they did. Chanyeol wrenched Jesung’s hand away from you and he pushed him back down to the couch. Baekhyun appeared behind you, hand out for the recording. After Chanyeol had quickly but thoroughly threatened Jesung, the three of you made your way outside the club where Zitao was standing waiting.

      “Did you…?” he asked. You nodded in reply and smiled as he raised his eyebrows in approval. 

      “She was amazing Tao, y’should consider hiring her full time,” Baekhyun said. The three laughed at the horrified look on your face at this suggestion, but eventually after a discussion of the next course of action, Baekhyun and Chanyeol sloped off into the night.

      It must’ve been gone midnight and was now the last day of November. It sure was going to be a cold winter this year, your hands were frozen and you shivered on the spot.

     “I believe it’s someone’s birthday?” Zitao purred in your ear, his hand slithering around your waist and drawing you in close. “We’ll go home and I’ll warm you up, yeah?” You shivered again but with anticipation this time. Suddenly the bitterness of the cold wind didn’t affect you anymore.

     Zitao hailed down a cab and didn’t take his hand off your thigh for the entire journey home.


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Contraband (Jimin x Reader, Gang!AU) - Chapter 10

Title: Contraband

Member(s): All, Jimin Focus.

Genre: Gang!AU

Word Count: 6002

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11




“Taehyung, did you hear me? Don’t just fucking look away and act like you don’t know shit”

His gaze was fixated on the ground, breath becoming uneven as it occurred to him it hadn’t been the best idea to get himself drunk around you, not when you’d been acting so suspicious the past few days. His sudden timid demeanour as soon as you’d mentioned Jae’s name was enough of an answer for you, but you refused to settle for that, you needed to hear it. You had to hear him confess to what had happened or you’d never fully believe it was true. Tears were forming in your eyes and you felt like your voice would crack with every word you spoke, but you were so desperate at this point that you weren’t going to let your emotions stop you. You were sick of being treated like a weak link, living under the authority of an organisation you basically knew nothing about, tired of acting like nothing was fucking wrong even though you could barely bring yourself to call Yoongi your brother anymore. You had to fight for answers.

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Contraband (Jimin x Reader, Gang!AU) - Chapter 6

Guess who finally got back to writing Contraband?! So yeah I promised like 20 times that it would be out sooner but I’ve had a dreadful week and I’m very sorry. Also this is very long for me so I’m sorry if that takes away from the action. I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please give me any feedback, and like/reblog if you enjoy it, it really does indicate to me whether I’m going in a good direction and makes me feel good about myself so. Also, there is a solid chance you’ll have a brand new chapter to read tomorrow too! Love you lots :)


Title: Contraband

Member(s): All, Jimin Focus.

Genre: Gang!AU

Word Count: 2784

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10


“Isn’t making a deal with a new drug supplier in Namjoon’s territory a bit-” You hesitated, wondering if you were overstepping the line “I mean won’t it set him off? Like you’re pissing in his own back yard”

Yoongi gave you a slight glance through the rear view mirror, the same he would give you when you got too cheeky when you were younger.

“Yah, remember I’m older than you Y/N”, he would say, “don’t be rude in front of my school friends”

“Technically we’re not making any deal tonight” He turned his attention back to the road in front, Jin behind the wheel, and Tae and Hoseok sat beside you. “The supplier’s giving us a sample of the drugs to test for ourselves and we’re convincing him to use us as his dealers instead of Kim’s group”

“There’s guys in Japan saying it’s legendary. Like his pills take you to a whole new high or something”, regardless of how much it upset you seeing Hoseok lose himself in drugs, you took the slightest comfort in the fact that he finally seemed enthusiastic about something. “Can you imagine the money we can make if we score this? There’s no way I’m letting Kim get this deal. I’ll kill them all if it means we get this, hell knows they deserve it”

“Not Kookie” Tae spoke, barely a whisper. He’d been subdued around Hoseok ever since he’d heard what he’d done to Jeongguk the other day. “Kookie doesn’t deserve it”

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