the gangster song

Jealous Girl
Lana Del Rey
Jealous Girl

You say you want your own life well I do, too
You wanna’ lead me all night well I’ll show you
C'mon girls march it out show him what you’re all about it

Whoopin’ the house down, show him who’s the leader
Bring ya’ baby down, down
Go cheerleader

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you if you don’t feel the same,
Boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

You say you got your own life; good for you
You got more important things to do
C'mon girls, say it loud, tell him that it’s over now

Whoop!
You’re not off the hook, ya’ deceiver
I know whatcha’ done done, sing cheerleaders

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you
If you don’t feel the same,
Boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

(Why ‘cause I’m a)
I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

BE AGGRESSIVE
B-E AGGRESSIVE
I said, BE AGGRESSIVE
B-E AGGRESSIVE
B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

Whoopin’ the house down, show him who’s the leader
Bring ya’ baby down, down
Go cheerleader

Think you should be my man
No one’s better than I am
C'mon give it to me, bam
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you
If you don’t feel the same,
boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

Why 'cause I’m a
I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can.

Welcome. First time with BTS?

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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I had worked at the club for nearly a week now. I worked nearly every night the rest of the time I was free to do what I liked.

I didn’t go out much, I was still too worried that I might bump into the Joker, not that I imagined that he would just be wandering around in broad daylight, but I still felt paranoid.

To avoid having to leave the club much I got things delivered. The penguin seemed pleased with my work and so had gifted me my own chauffeur when I needed it and anything I wanted was brought to me with just a call to the man at end of a phone – I was spoilt and I loved it - working for Penguin wasn’t half bad.

I didn’t see the Penguin much, he came in once or twice a week to check how the club was doing, but even then he spent most of the time locked up in his office – I only really saw him before the club opened.

It was Friday night when I took to the stage once again in a sleek deep blue shimmering dress – it hugged my figure and finished just below my knees – and dark blue heels. My hair was partially up in a bun, the rest flowing freely down my back in loose curls, and my makeup was subtle but effective.

I performed my pre-planned songs, the only part of this job I disliked – no freedom of choice. They were slow, classic songs they were beautiful, smooth and tuneful but not really fit for a club on a Friday night and the audience was restless for something more upbeat.

After finishing my first set I stepped to the right of the stage and met Ollie Grimms backstage behind the side curtains. Mr Grimms was in charge of the club when penguin wasn’t around and was the one that gave me my song list. He was a skinny slightly balding man with spectacles, not unkind but he definitely knew things had to be perfect for penguin, and made sure no one stood in the way of everything running smoothly.

“Hey Mr Grimms, do you think it might be possible to –“ I began nervously

“No – I know what you’re gonna say girl,” he interrupted me, “I am not changing the list. I do what Penguin wants and that only. It’s more than my life is worth to question him - I value my neck intact.” He looked at me over his glasses as if I didn’t value my own.

I sighed in defeat – I knew he wouldn’t budge.

Once my break was over I moved back onto the stage as the previous entertainment – a jazz band – moved off. I positioned myself and the microphone ready for the next set and the band behind me – started up the next song.

“Ah come on not more of that! Give us something with a bit more of a beat!” Called a voice from the back of the room where a man had stood up from one of the tables. After this outburst it seemed to cause a cascade of calls from others in the room - all after a similar thing. I’d have a riot starting on my hands soon if I didn’t do something.

I glanced over to the right where Ollie was stood – I looked at him for a hint as to what I was supposed to do. He frowned and shook his head telling me not to do what I was thinking. Tough – he wasn’t the one up here being yelled at. It was time to do what I wanted for once if I was going to fix this

I turned around and gathered my band together. “Do you guys know Bang Bang by any chance – you know Jessie J?” They looked at me in complete shock but they nodded – “don’t worry,” I reassured them, “I promise I’ll take all the hit for this.”

“Bit risqué isn’t [L/N]?” question Mike the drummer.

“They asked for a bit more beat – some I’m giving it!” I turned with a sway of my hips and I sauntered back up to position.

I held up my hand to the band and counted down on my fingers and the beat started exactly on queue.

She got a body like an hourglass
But I can give it to you all the time
She got a booty like a Cadillac
But I can send you into overdrive oh
You’ve been waiting for that
Stop, hold up, swing your bat
See anybody could be bad to you,
You need a good girl to blow your mind, yeah

I swung and moved my body - even pulled the microphone out the stand and strutted up and down the stage. I owned the song. I was never usually this confident but I wanted to show these people that I wasn’t just some pretty doll that stood still and sung when I was told to. I need to rebel a bit.

The crowd began to join in – people moved to the dance floor, or stood up and danced by their tables - few people remained in their seat. I loved it.
When the song was finished I was out of breath and reality came crashing down, but so did the applause and I couldn’t help but grin out at the audience. Oh I was in so much trouble. I looked to my right to find Ollie’s reaction but he was gone – probably to rat me out to Penguin.

If that was the case I was going to make the most of my time on this stage.

I sung a few more songs – ones I use to sing at the old club. The memories brought the Joker back to my mind and I kind of missed him in a weird way. He had never been that mean to me – he just had a temper I knew not to cross, and of course he now wanted to kill me.

I decided to dedicate the next song to him – no one would know anyway. I turned to the band and told them next song up – Gangsta by Kehlani

I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do

As I sang I felt myself miss him more - I missed him sat in his booth in the centre of the room, so much so I could almost see him in the similar booth in here. I could imagine him draped over the cushions in his burgundy shirt with only the bottom buttons done up leaving his pale and inked chest exposed, his bright green hair neatly slicked back. He would watch me with his dark ringed eyes with his red lips partially opened.

I had to close my eyes to stop seeing him, but his image seemed scorched into my eyelids

I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do

I finished the song with my eyes closed and I saw the image of him float away from my mind. When I looked into the room he was still there sat in the booth.

And I wasn’t imagining him anymore.

“Really wanna be the type that don’t put up with no one”

Gangster // PJ

(it’s quiet when you say low your breath going shallow, my hands and my bones finally going steady: “the planets are so kind”)

all our names are assigned at birth
but often times we’re not those people
(you be the moon) (i’ll be the earth)

i trip over your feet
even when we’re not walking anywhere
and yes, it feels oh so kind
(sometimes we’re just full
sometimes only half the light reaches us)
(there is always at least one horizon)
every day we are to become
(planets : planets : planets) again

—  [ insp. ] // l.b.