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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?”



“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.”

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………
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.


“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.


“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… 

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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Not So Bad

Member(s): Tao X Female reader

Genre: smut, MafiaAU

Word count: 1,648

Warning: smut obviously


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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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.”



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?”


“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.


“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.

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A/N:  Annyeong! I know it’s been forever since the last part came out and I don’t even have a valid excuse for it other than “Nothing I’ve written so far satisfied me enough to post it.” I’m also very aware that it sucks I couldn’t hold up to any of my promises for a while, but I will try harder to keep the ball rolling and update it at least a little more frequently from now on. Thank you for not giving up on me and for sticking around even though there was no indication of when the story would be coming back. Anyways, we’re back in business guys! Let’s wake up from our eternal slumber.

Summary: You wish your life was normal again, but you know it will never be the same. Not with what you’ve experienced since joining one of the most dangerous Gangs in Seoul: Bangtan.

Genre: Gang/Mafia!AU

Included: Reader, Namjoon, Jungkook

Word Count: 1932

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |  Part 9 | Part 10

Warnings: Strong Language, Violence – You have been warned.

Part 8

You woke up from the best sleep you had in weeks. The sun was shining and the birds were singing a happy song as you stretched your sleepy body in the morning light.

A quick look next to you indicated Namjoon had already been up and running the business and a sad feeling was growing in your stomach, but instead of pouting by yourself all day, you decided it was time to get out of bed and take a thorough look through your new workplace.

The pain you had felt before was getting less with each passing hour, making it easier for you to stand up and walk to the locker with your belongings. You put on some comfortable clothes and as you took the pendant out of the drawer of your nightstand, the door suddenly opened.

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Dagger (part 4)

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. But when an old, forgotten rival suddenly rises, things start to get complicated.

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

“Two broken ribs, one dislocated shoulder, extensive loss of blood, dehydration, an alarming drop in the blood glucose levels and lots of internal bleeding.” The nurse tore her gaze from the chart and stared up at me, then at Jiyong. “Car accident, you say?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“She was stuck in there for a long time.” Daesung replied, in a matter of fact tone, that only made the nurse more suspicious. She proceeded to leave the room, but not before giving all five of them the dirtiest look she was capable of. “I’ll come back to check up on you later, dear.”

As soon as she left the room, I burst into laughter, and soon, all six of us were in fits.

“You guys can go home.” Jiyong said after a while, turning to the rest of them, “it’s been a long day. Get some rest.”

“If you think, for even a second, that we’re leaving her, or you, alone with that shady nurse, you need to rethink our entire relationship, Kwon Jiyong.” Taeyang said, patting Jiyong on the shoulder, and then making himself comfortable on the couch in the VIP room, followed by the rest of them nodding and finding places for themselves on the rest of the couches.

Although he pretended to be annoyed, all of us knew he was actually grateful for their presence. But unlike the rest of them, he sat on a chair next to my bed.

“They said they’ll let you go tomorrow, it’s just a precautionary admission.” He said, somehow managing to sound relieved and worried at the same time.

“I suppose that’s good then, I don’t think that nurse is very fond of you guys.” I replied, with mock concern in my voice.

“I don’t think she’s fond of any guys with the way she was looking at you.”

“I don’t blame her. I’m practically irresistible.” I joked, but something dark stirred in me then. “Midnight certainly seemed to think so.”

“Don’t even…” His voice trailed off. “I’ll never let him take you again you know that right?”

“He’s like double my age. It’s just… disgusting.”

“Yeah well, in his defence… oh who am I kidding it makes me want to throw up.”

“Tell me about him.”


“About midnight, why did he capture dad?”

He let out a sharp breath. His hands were on the side rail of my bed, clutching it so hard, his knuckles went white. “Midnight’s was the biggest company at that time.” He began, “I was eighteen then, and you were barely eight. Our company was doing really well too, and dad was very happy about it. But Midnight wasn’t. He was threatened by us. So, at first he started warming up to dad. Pretending he cared about our company, advising him on his business ventures, playing golf together, the usual bromance. Then, one day he offered to buy our company. When dad refused, he showed his true colours. He sent threats to dad, about the company, about us. We knew nothing about Deathstroke then. But then one night, he took dad. His men would’ve killed us too, had the guys not been there with me.” He paused, looking at the four dorks. Three of them were throwing pillows at Seungri, who was running around the couches in self-defence, with hands protecting nothing but his face. “We knew that would not be the last time he attacked us, so we started preparing for it. We found out about his minions, trained, got to know about his hideouts, trained, made plans, trained, and when we knew we were ready, we attacked.

“It took him by surprise, so we got the advantage. But finding dad took a lot of time. And when we did, it was too late.” He said looking down, grief evident in every inch of his posture.

“Midnight and his right hand were the only people who escaped from the building that day. And the fact that he’s still alive, that is the single greatest regret of my life.” He said, with hatred I had never heard in his voice before. “But, it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to drive a stake through his heart this time.”

“Can I break his limbs first?” I ask, only half joking.

“Be my guest.” He smirked.

“Yah Jiyong-ah, let her sleep. Come here, we need to plan the next moves too.” TOP shouted from the couch, dodging a pillow from Seungri.

“Rest”, he said, as he got up to go to the others.

Sleep was a sweet luxury, and it came almost too easily.

I was ten when Jiyong had given me my first dagger. It was beautiful, and I had sworn in that moment, that I would never use it unless the occasion was befitting enough. It laid on the side of my right thigh now, the cold metallic sheath rendering it passive, like a beast in its cage. For two weeks we had been planning, working, staying up till the early morning hours, trying to tie any loose ends. And now, finally, as we stood at his front gate, Midnight was going to get what he deserved.

“So, like every intelligent person in any action movie would say, we’re going to split up. But, we’re not going to meet at the door; we’re going to meet in his office.” Jiyong said, for the final time. “Y/n, you’re obviously with me, TOP hyung with the panda, Tae with Dae” He paused, “And guys, let’s meet again in one piece. Split.”

With that all of us shuffled in the different passageways of the building. Our guns were held against our chest, ready to empty out on anyone who dared to stop us, but our minds were set on one goal, and one goal only. Kill Midnight.

The two of us walked back to back, Jiyong looking out behind us, while I watched the front. There was uncanny silence in the first few hallways, even as we proceeded to the upper floors.

“So either they’re really good at camouflaging themselves, or there’s actually no one here.” Jiyong said, with a flicker of doubt in his voice, which did not help the anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

“Let’s at least go up to the office, recollect, then plan our next course of action.” I answer, hoping we were not walking straight into a trap.

“Since when did you get intelligent?”

“Zip it, jerk.”


I have to admit, it did make me feel better.

Eventually, we made it to the top floor, without encountering a single guard on our way. Something felt wrong. Very wrong, and I could see it in Jiyong’s eyes that he felt it too. As he pushed the door open to the final floor, there were hundreds of simultaneous clicks, as an intimidatingly large crowd of guards turned towards us, weapons at ready, and we froze. About a second later, Taeyang and Daesung entered the floor from some other stairway, and half the guards turned towards them, when I realised, TOP and Seungri were already there.

“All of you, put your hands where I can see them” One of them, presumably the alpha shouted from the door of Midnight’s office. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Alright, listen up, douche bag.” Jiyong shouted from next to me “We don’t take orders from wannabees who hide their asses among their human shields. Now, I suggest you go and tell Midnight, none of you are going to leave this building alive tonight. Not even him.And he fired the first shot at the guy right in front of us.

Soon, the silence of the building was engulfed in gunshots and gasps as an intense gunfight commenced. But as the guards fell one by one, and we dodged almost too many bullets aimed at us, the dwindled hope was rekindling somewhere in the back of my mind.

Given the lack of bullets, we had to make our shots count, and our years of training, ensured that we did. When there was only one bullet left in my gun, and a lot less men than they had initially begun with, I used the gun as an extension of my arm, as I grabbed a man, kicked him in his abdomen which made his head bow, and hit him on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. There were still bullets being fired around us, but I dodged them as I grabbed another man by the arm, twisted it and then walked him in front of me as a shield. From the sound of the punches behind me, I could tell Jiyong was out of his ammo as well, and was almost right behind me.

In front, TOP and Daesung were somehow fighting as a unit, back to back, and I winced as I saw blood on the side of Daesung’s face. Seungri and Taeyang, who were each on opposite sides of the corridor, were still firing, with each fired bullet burying itself in a person. They were careful, unlike the rest of us, to not exhaust their bullets sooner than necessary.

As the door came closer, the man who was standing in front of it became more and more frustrated. And when there were less than three steps between us, I knocked out the guy who was my shield.

“I don’t suppose you’ll simply step aside peacefully?” I say, taunting.

He replied with an attempted punch, that was blocked with my palm, But I couldn’t get a hit either as he dodged my attack. I tried another uppercut, which too was dodged with a smug, annoying grin. Determined to not give him the satisfaction, I kept hurling punches at him, some hitting the mark, others, not so much, until my still wounded shoulder decided it had had enough. Then, it was his turn.

I tried to move as stealthily as possible, hoping to not reopen any old wounds, but also to not gain any new ones. I could see Jiyong out of the corner of my eye as he picked the lock to the door, while I dodged a kick the guy threw at me. “Jesus, not the face asshat” I said, and in that exact moment, Jiyong flew the door open that drew the guard’s attention, and I used the opportunity to kick him in the gap created by his legs, and then knocked him out.

As I walked in after Jiyong, the first thing my eyes captured, were the chains in the back wall. The blood, still on the floor, though it had all dried up now. A strong wave of hatred crashed through me as I turned to the other side where Jiyong was engaged in hand-to-hand with a man double his size, barely familiar, but my attention was behind them, on Midnight, who stood smug as ever, his piercing eyes taking in my form, and I suddenly felt rage tingling through every inch of my skin.

“Couldn’t stay away from me, could you, Princess?” He said, without any hint of regret.

“Yeah, how could I possibly stay away, knowing you still had all of your limbs intact?”

He wheezed again, that horrible, infuriating sound made my blood boil to the point of vaporising out of my veins. “I’m all yours, Princess.”

I dint need the cue as I lunged at him, throwing him off balance as I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall behind.  “Brings back memories of our good times, doesn’t it” He spoke, as well as he could in his current state, but that grin never left his irksome face. I tried to punch him with my free hand, but he blocked it and gripped my hand that held his throat, and pushed it away from his neck. Every time he touched me, it made me want to jump out of my skin.

Jerking my hand free from his grasp, I used my elbow to hit his nose, hoping to stimulate the tear ducts to blur his vision. Blood flew out from his nose and I noticed the slightest break in his expression. Yes, success.

He swung his arm at me with impossible speed, and I barely managed to duck out of it, when I felt its impact with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Using his temporary blindness to my advantage, I grabbed his arm before he could retract it from the punch and brought the other hand down on his forearm in a slice, followed by the satisfying sound of his radius cracking, and him screaming out in pain. “Now these are the memories I’ll never forget.” I said, as he backed away from my reach, holding his broken arm with the other. His haughtiness gave way to desperation and fury. With an animalistic roar, he charged towards me flying punches and kicks as I tried hard to keep up and land my fair share of hits. In the heat of the action, I pulled out the dagger from my belt, and swung it in a clean slice, cutting his cheek as blood poured out.

“Bitch.” He breathed as he tried to take control of my weapon bearing hand. “Whatever happened to ‘princess’, dickbag? I was almost getting used to it.” I replied, determined not to lose hold of the dagger. I rotated the weapon in my hand so the metal faced him and raised the arm to hopefully stab him. But in that moment, he captured my wrist, and forced it to turn against me, the blade centimeters away from my chest, as I fought against it.

With no better option available, I head-butted him, as he fell backwards, and the knife cut the skin in my chest in the momentum. I then grabbed him by the collars, and crashed my knee into his, satisfied, as I felt it dislocate and he went down. I took his unbroken arm and twisted it behind his head, inviting another scream of pain, and finally, I take a look at Jiyong. The man he was fighting, looked strong, nevertheless, Jiyong had landed some pretty strong hits. There were still guns firing and people fighting outside, as I knelt down behind Midnight, his broken form making every bone in my body buzz with mirth. I picked up the dagger, and brought it to his throat, and dug the edge into his neck, painfully slow, barely enough to let some blood flow.

“You don’t have the guts, do you, princess?” He asked, trying, and failing to sound composed.

“I wouldn’t try me if I were you, bitch.” I said as I took out my gun with the other hand, aimed at the man who now had Jiyong in a headlock, and shot the last bullet into his heart. The man collapsed with a thud, and silence fell, both inside and outside.

“I had him.” Jiyong said, mockingly.

“I know. I needed the help.” I reply, with fake helplessness that made him smirk.

“Hey dickhead, remember me? I beat your ass last time too.” Jiyong said, talking the knife from my hand as four figures appeared behind him.

“Just do it already.” Taeyang said, and flashing a victory smile, Jiyong brought down the dagger like a hammer, and it went straight through his rib cage.

Blood poured out of Midnight’s mouth and as I let his arm free, he collapsed to the ground. Dead.

“Can we go get tacos now?” I asked, innocently, looking up at the five men around me, grinning, as a familiar adrenaline rush coursed its way through my system on seeing them all together.

“Anything for you, princess.” Jiyong teased.

“I still have another bullet left you know?” I taunt back, mocking.

“I have a dagger. Bring it on.” He said, still smiling so wide, his eyes shrunk completely.

“Jerk.” I cursed.

“Bitch.” He said, putting an arm across my shoulders, as all of us headed out into the night.

Dagger (part 3)

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. And when an old, forgotten rival suddenly rises, things start to get complicated.

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

The first thing my mind registered was pain. Severe brain numbing pain that, ironically, was what woke it up. Then there was the distinct metallic taste of blood in my mouth, compelling me to open my eyes. As I tried to lift an eyelid, I was greeted with a similar ace that almost made me yell out in agony. It took a lot of effort to peel open my eyes, and once I accomplished the feat, there was the strenuous task of adjusting to the room’s uncanny brightness, which sent jolts of pain from my eyes all the way to the back of my head.

There was a man standing dangerously close to me. As I took in his form, I realised he was dressed in unusually expensive clothing. A satin tuxedo, that made him seem like a 90’s movie gangster, which, on second thought, he probably was. His right knuckle had blood on it. My blood.

“Oh look, princess Kwon is finally coming around. Two days is a lot of sleep, you know?” He said, as if inspecting me, “I’ve always been impressed by the Kwon genes, honestly. But you? You’re a work of art.” He said, running a finger down my cheek then grabbing my chin with unnecessary force and pulling it up so that I could face him.

I swung my arm to punch him in the face, when the shackles that bound me to the wall behind made themselves known. Thankfully, they were long, and I did manage to get a hit, square across his face. “Keep your filthy hands off of me if you ever want to feel your limbs again, dickbag.”

The man wheezed, which made me want to punch him again. But he just touched his cheek, and looked at me. An evil grin on his lips, that sent shudders down my spine.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced properly, y/n-ssi. I’m Midnight.” He said, stepping closer to me until we were face to face, and then whispered, his lips almost touching my ear, “and I’m used to getting what I want.”

Suddenly, he dug something sharp, deep into my shoulder that made me cry out in agonising pain. Before I knew it, his hands were on either side of my face, and he pulled my head down, making me bend, before my forehead banged against his rising knee, followed by repetitive hits to the abdomen, that made me lose my balance. I would’ve fallen down, but he grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall. The impact made me want to yell but his grip was so tight, no voice came out.

“The more you struggle, princess, the worse this is going to be for you, and the more I’ll feel bad for hurting such a masterpiece.” Another hit to my face, and I was bundled up on the ground, while he simply turned, wiped his hand on a handkerchief, and walked away. “Don’t turn off the lights in this room.”

 You are weak.

You are incapable.

You’re a disgrace.

Throughout the night, the thoughts kept me up more than the lights did. And when I’d had enough, I channelled all the strength I had to my hands, trying to get out of the chains. Struggling with all the might I could muster. My shoulder begged me to stop, my limbs threatened to give way and my conscious was ready to walk out the door. The metal retaliated by bruising my wrists, mercilessly, and still, through the agony, I kept trying.

I woke up to the sound of someone whispering my name.

“Y/n get up! We don’t have time, we need to leave.”

As I adjusted to the light once more, a familiar face popped up in my vision. White hair messed up by the wind, big, soft eyes staring at me with concern and mouth set in a stern line, indicating urgency.

“S-Seungri? Wha- How? Am I hallucinating? Is this some sort of sick trick?”

“Y/n-ah, I’ll explain everything later, we need to leave right now. Before they realise something’s wrong.”

“Yes, let’s go, Lee Seunghyun. It’s not like I’m tied up to a wall or anything.”

“Sarcasm? Now? Really?” He sighed and took out a weird looking key, then, with some effort, unlocked the chains from my wrists. The air felt cool against the warmth in my hands as blood rushed to the places it had been cut off from. A tingling pain rose from the sore, bruised skin but I ignored it as I got up to my feet and ran for the door with Seungri, even though my body was still screaming out in revolt. Realising the state I was in, he placed one of his hands on my waste, enabling me to maintain balance, and in the other, he held a gun.

As I sneaked a look at the ‘prison’ I was held captive in, pure scorching rage flew through my entire system, threatening to vaporise the blood in my veins. I was not kept in some dungeon, away from human reach where no radar could ever locate me, no. I was kept on display in his own office like a trophy he intended to show off to the world.

“He’s going to regret this so much.” I breathed.

“I know, I’ll be there to ensure that.” He replied, and we head out into a dimly lit hallway.

Stealthily, we manoeuvred through the building, one dim hallway after another, dodging patrolling guards and scanning eyes. Muffling our footsteps to the best of our ability, we finally made it to the ground floor. Somehow through it all, I was aware of the way he held me, protectively, like I would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly, and I hoped that the bruises on my face hid the blood rush in my cheeks. I was instinctively about to go for the front door when he pulled my arm in the other direction, “We’re going through the backdoor, genius.”

It took a lot of effort to stifle the scream that was about to tear its way through my throat, as stabbing pain shot up from my shoulder. I felt something hot trickle down my arm onto Seungri’s hand that made him turn back, just in time to catch me as the floor slipped from under my feet.

“Y/n! Are you conscious? Can you hear me?” He said, concern dripping from every word he pronounced.

“It hurts so much…” I whisper, getting back on my feet.  He used both his hands to balance me this time, keeping the other one carefully on my shoulder, hard enough to stop the bleeding and keep me upright, but soft enough to not cause too much pain. “What have they done to you..?” He said half enraged, half sympathising, as we reached the door, ready to fly it open to my freedom.

“Let’s just get out of here. I can’t stand being in this place.”

“Aww princess,” said a voice that made the hair on the back of my neck rise, “you break my heart.”

“Who the fu-” Seungri turned, pulling me behind him, and in the process, I opened the door and both of us shuffled out.

The night air was welcoming. But the bullet that almost blew Seungri’s brains out wasn’t. Stopping dead in our tracks, we turned around to see Midnight at the door. A man next to him had his arm out, with a gun in his hand.

“You’d choose this guy over me? Your taste in men is really poor, princess.”

I felt Seungri stiffen next to me at the last word.

“I can’t say the same for your taste in women, Midnight. Or in adversaries, for that matter.” The distinct, too-proud-to-be-subtle voice echoed from one of the alleyways that surrounded us. A smirk sneaked its way to my lips.

“G-Dragon. Come to witness your friend’s murder, I assume? Or is it for your sister’s giving away?” Midnight yelled, at apparently nothing, because he still hadn’t made out where exactly Jiyong was. In the silence of the night, a tiny grenade rolled towards Midnight’s feet. He ducked behind the door just in time, but the man who shot at us, was not so lucky.

As soon as the grenade exploded, Seungri’s hands were on my back, more for direction than for balance, and we were running.  Soon, we were in one of the many alleys, and I could see the headlights of a car in the distance.

Summoning up strength I did not even know I had, I made a full sprint and spotted Jiyong waiting outside the car, looking up at the sky, worried. Hearing the footsteps, he immediately changed his composure into a fighting stance, but as soon as he saw me, his expression changed into relief and I ran right into him, burying my face in his chest.

“You’re okay.” He said, more to himself than to me. “Oh thank God you’re okay.”

“Okay is kind of an overstatement, hyung. They’ve hurt her too much.” Seungri said, a little breathless, and Jiyong pulled me away from himself, examining me. The condition of my face, the bruises on my skin, the blood dripping down my arm, one by one, they all came to Jiyong’s attention, and I could almost feel the anger in his feline eyes, because the same was burning in mine.

“Y/n-ah!” I heard Daesung shout, as he ran towards me from behind the car. “Oppa!” I reply with similar enthusiasm, grateful that I get to see them again, after I was so convinced the cage would be the death of me. He stopped just meters from me, his hands about to hug me, but froze midway, as he took in my form. His expression changed so drastically, it was almost hard to believe. Without a word, he opened the backdoor and sat me in it, facing out towards him, and got the medical kit, as Taeyang and TOP ran out from the dark, and like Daesung, they too froze as they saw me.

TOP was sitting in the passenger’s seat in the front, looking at me like I would fall apart if Daesung moved even a finger wrong while tending to one of my many wounds. Taeyang was next to Daesung, helping him, and flinching every single time Dae dabbed the ointment, like my wounds hurt him too. Seungri was pacing back and forth behind them, obviously tense, still contemplating all that had happened, and Jiyong was leaning against the car next to me, with his hands folded across his chest, eyes fixated on Daesung’s hands, but somehow distant.

“So, how did you know I would be in there?” I ask Seungri, breaking the silence that was about to crush me to bits. He stopped suddenly and stared at me like he had never heard my voice before.

He just blankly stared in without answering, when I realised TOP was also staring at me, with even more pain in his eyes, Daesung hand had stopped dabbing the ointment, and Taeyang’s gaze had fallen from the medical kit, to his feet.

At last, Jiyong shuffled uncomfortably next to me, “It’s where he kept dad,” all eyes darted towards him now, “eleven years ago, that’s where he died.”

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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Complicated Love ♡ ( j-hope and you )

Note: You’re Namjoon’s sister and Fall in love With J-Hope. Little Problem, Namjoon is the leader of the dangerous gang BTS , fluff 

Words: 1500 

There you were. In your new room. In a new big apartment. You were glad that your brother namjoon allowed you to move in his dorm. The reason was that you wanted to start a new life with new people. You couldn’t live in the little town where you used to be, before you moved to seoul. You hated the little town. You grew up there and it was hard. You’ve been through alot of shit.

Flashback: It has started when you was in the first grade. Your classmates were cold to you. The girls did’t play with you and when you played with the boys they started a fight. And once they kicked and punched you because your team won when you played football/soccer. You cried because it hurt so much. When you went home you parents and your brother saw that your back was full with bruises. Your parents tried everything but the teachers said that the boys are young and that they won’t do it again. They never said sorry to you. But the teacher was right, this thing would never happen again. Why? Because Namjoon would never let it happen again. His heart broke when he saw you, his little sister, hurt and crying. Every break he came to your school. Sometimes with his friends and sometimes alone but he was always there. You grew up with your brother and you loved him with your whole heart.

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Welcome. First time with BTS?

A/N: Annyeong! You didn’t actually believe I was gonna end this series on such a sad note, did you? Even I am not that mean. It’s still Saturday and I made it in time! Hurray! Characters are based on this post. Rise and shine, sleepyheads! A new day awaits!

Story Summary: You wish your life was normal again, but you know it will never be the same. Not with what you’ve experienced since joining one of the most dangerous Gangs in Seoul: Bangtan.

Genre: Gang/Mafia!AU

Included: Reader, Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin

Word Count: 3482

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Warnings: No warnings today. Let’s just have some fun.

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