I'm gonna try and stay away from twt coz every time I scroll I see JK crying and my heart hurts and I cry all over again 😭
Literally same! I don't even use twt, but insta, yt, fb everywhere... Those clips are everywhere! I really can't watch him (them) crying! I really can't! 😭
In your opinion, is it alright for me to buy fake arirang jersey coz everything on weverse is sold out except for the ones for pickup during that city's concert?
Of course it's totally alright!!! Let's not call them fake but unofficial - as most of the times those are made by fans. Supporting fan-run businesses is one of the healthiest way of keeping the fandom a positive space despite all the shits we sometimes have to go through.
Go ahead and buy it! But I would suggest you choose a small business if you can. They often offer better quality and customer service than bigger ones just trying to earn profit.
I just woke up And I see jk being emotional during wab: te and then crying during please And into the sun,😭😭
Same anon! Very freaking same. After waking up, the first thing that I saw after taking my phone in my hand was JK crying. And it broke me. But I'm also glad that he let it out. I hope he feels better now. 😌
Nikaaaaaaa as I said that my exam week has started so I have a java paper on Mon and Calculus paper on Tue. Since we had 1 day break for java i thought of using today to study calculus as it's smthng i struggle with. I did study a bit of it but wasn't able to study as much as it was required for me to finish so that I would be able to finish all of my syllabus on Mon as we have huga ahh syllabus. I studied a very imp topic and practiced alot too but that practice didn't pay off ig because i still am making mistakes in it. So i feel like i didn't do anything at all and wasted my day because I wasn't able to perfect it and regret that I should have js finished Java course today so that i would have studied calculus properly tmrw. It feels like I fell between two stools. Students would get what I'm trynna say. The guilt and regret is consuming me out and I'm rlly stressed abt calculus.
No anon, just because you think your practice didn't pay off doesn't mean you wasted your time and effort. You invested a whole day in something you struggle with and tried to make yourself better! How's that a waste????
You are rather better in recognising your weakness and working on the same than many people in this vast world. So please take a moment and be proud of yourself. Sometimes we gotta appreciate our efforts even if they don't work out the way we want them to. Whenever I have a particularly rough day I make sure to pat on my own head and say "good job" because yeah, I did a good job in going through it all. I think you should do the same!
There's nothing to be guilty about, you can regret a choice, but don't feel guilty. You did your best, you did what you thought would serve you the most and that's not wrong. The result might not be what you desired, but you definitely are a bit better than you were yesterday! And that's definitely a win! 💜
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
Series Masterlist | Masterlinks | Patreon (join for early access)
Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
Series Masterlist | Masterlinks | Patreon (join for early access)
Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
HOWVE YOU BEEEN? how’s ur today been??? Have you been eating well? Hydrating yourself? Have you been sleeping okay? I have been a bit busy so could message earlier TT
Anyways DID U SEEE D-1 PARIS GOT JUMP AND BWL THATS SO COOOOL!!! AHHH I LUV JUMP SMMMM!!!
Take careeeee!!!
~MOCHI
MOCHIIII!!! I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU!!!! I MISSED YOUR MESSAGE FOR THESE TWO DAYS HUHU!!
I am doing fine. Eating well (trying to follow my diet because I need to focus on strength building), drinking a lot of water and sleeping like a baby!
I hope you are less busy now and you are taking care of yourself despite all the rush. Don't skip meals, drink plenty of water and stay happy!!! ✨
And yes!! Paris d1 got jump!! Woah! And bwl too!!!! Lucky people! 🥺 I love jump so much too because NUGA NAREUL MAGADO NAYE GAL GIREUL GHANDAGO INSEANG HANBANIRADO LET GO!!
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
Series Masterlist | Masterlinks | Patreon (join for early access)
Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
Hii Nika. I'm your new reader and I'v ebeen loving your stories too much. Can you please upload Everything's fair on tumblr? Such genres don't really catch my eye but I'm aching to read it now that I've seen it's description. Maybe you can just upload it for an hr or two and then delete it?
Hello dear anon! First of all thank you for loving my stories and coming to tell me that here in my inbox. I'm forever grateful for everyone's kind words and attention! 💞
Secondly, I do understand your request but I'm bound by a promise to myself and my Chinguz. What's exclusive, is to stay exclusive only. I upload 60% of my total work on tumblr anyway, but the 40% is strictly exclusive for patreon. I cannot really go beyond that rule.
However, it's almost time for my annual gift. I offer free subs of a month or two for my tumblr readers twice in a year. I'm planning to announce that by the next month so everyone who has been wanting to read an exclusive story, can take the chance and join my patreon for free for a month.
Again, I'm sorry to have to decline your request but I hope you understand. 🥺
Babe, it's my birthday today! I still have to receive a birthday greeting from that one friend who always ask me to lend her money. I have already declined her twice in the 2 instances she tried to ask to borrow. If I don't receive a greeting then I'm gonna assume she's upset I didn't lend her money aksjsjdjdjdjkf
First of all, a very very very happy birthday to you, anon!!! May you get to spend this beautiful day just the way you want! ✨💞
And now, coming to your friend... I still remember your ask. And I'm glad that you declined her! As I said before Friends that come you when they need something for you, are more of opportunists than real friends. If she doesn't wish you today, this will only prove that damn point. Stay safe from such people, babe! 💜 You deserve way and way better! ✨
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
Series Masterlist | Masterlinks | Patreon (join for early access)
Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
Series Masterlist | Masterlinks | Patreon (join for early access)
Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
Tmrw is the start of my exam week! Wish me luck! I'm tired and my brain's saturated from studying so I'm skipping one chapter:( Hopefully there's not much qs from that chapter! TMI - No matter how many exams I give, I don't get used to the feeling of it and am always anxious and stressed and nervous............ Yeah I'm the type of person who stressed over the smallest things so even a 25 mark test increases my cortisol level
ALL THE VERY BEST, ANON! YOU'RE GONNA ROCK YOUR EXAMS!
And yeah, totally relate to the smallest things raising your cortisol levels because SAME! 🙃 But no worries! I'm sending you all the good vibes and praying for that one chapter to have the least number of questions! ✨
Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: kidnapping, keeping hostage, mentions of injuries, 3/7 members are here, rest will follow soon.
Minors Do Not Interact!
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Disclaimer:
The works are pure fiction and created for entertainment. While real-world locations, organizations, or public figures may be mentioned to provide a sense of authenticity, the characters, events, and dialogues are entirely products of the author's imagination. They should not be construed as real or factual and they do not depict the public figures' real life in any way.
Thunder rambles. The sound courses through your veins, vibrating with equal parts of anticipation and fear.
This is nowhere near being as easy or safe as the cases you handle usually. This is tough - no not tough, it’s risky - one misstep and you will end up losing your life.
Increasing your pace, you almost start running through the smelly dark alleys. The footsteps echoing behind you are quite audible, no matter how much you wish it was just your mind playing a sick game with you at this sick moment, the small echo of the footsteps are too prominent for them to be your hallucinations.
You increase your pace even more. It has started drizzling somewhere in the way. A few droplets spatter on the slippery material of your hood and some land directly on your face bypassing the protective layer. Wiping your face with your hand, you start running.
Seoul has been seeing torrential rains for a week now. The sky is always uncharacteristically dark these days as if it’s trying to warn you about the consequences of the games you are playing.
You step into a puddle, sending splatters of muddy water in every possible direction. Your ankle twists as you try to avoid stepping into the next one, resulting in a fall. You crash on the ground. The impact is immediate and painful.
Trying to stand up is a lot of work right now, especially the way your ankle and your knees are aching. You only need to make sure that your phone is fine - all the photos are in there.
Trying to reach for your pocket, you try to feel the device. It’s there, although you are unsure of the state the device is in, but it hasn’t flown out of your pocket when you fell down - which is a good thing.
No… There's no time. You will have to gather your wits and start running. You need to get out of these dark allies of Geomun-dong, you need to reach the center of the city - help is waiting there.
You need to-
Before you can collect yourself, shove the physical pain and mental exhaustion under the rug, you feel something on your head. It feels exactly like what you suspect - a gun.
Wait - there’s no need to be afraid, you have pepper spray. All that you need to do is to twist your head and press the nozzle-head.
You try to find the pepper-spray blindly, patting down on the raincoat. Shit! It’s not inside your pocket! It is inside the fanny pack! God! How can you move with a gun pointed at the back of your head?
“It goes without saying, but don’t move if you don’t want me to pull the trigger.” The voice sounds over-excited. Either this person is doing a job someone else couldn’t do, or he is just too happy to kill a human being for the first time in his life.
You gulp, not knowing what to say, how to react - you are afraid but something in you tells you that the person holding the gun does not have the authority of making such a big decision. You need to buy some time. Yes, you need to buy some time to find the pepper spray.
“What- what do you want?” you ask, right hand sneaking inside the raincoat to access your fanny pack, unzip it and pull the pepper spray out.
“I can see what you are doing there.” another voice echoes, much confident, much… sinister.
You look up, given the words spoken from somewhere right in front of you. You see a silhouette forming out of the faraway dim street lamp that is on the verge of giving up.
Another round of footsteps start echoing. Even though this guy is alone, he seems like he is walking with an army of his own. A few more steps and you will be able to see his face clearly. Your gut tells you that you are about to come across one of the notorious seven - the exact people who brought you where you are right now, despite your own wish.
Your hands cease - fear reaching a few notch higher. Suddenly your throat is all dry, so much so that even if you try to scream, no sound will come out.
The man takes his sweet time to walk, as if he has all the hours and minutes inside his fists.
“Are you a rebel? Or just stupid?” he speaks again, you hear a hint of mockery and laughter in his tone.
He steps under the light and his face illuminates. Your eyes find his eyes glowing under the street lamp.
Fuck! Are thugs allowed to be this beautiful?
The man comes to stand right before you and you have to crane your head to take a look at him, to see his face - to be utterly enamored by his beauty.
His hair is wet, not drenched. His clothes are alike. Maybe he was waiting under a shed? To finally catch you when you think you have succeeded?
He is leaning down towards you, but the light behind him is too bright for you to see the details of his beautiful face. You squint and maybe upon observing your expressions, the man decides to couch down before you.
His pretty face comes closer to yours, so close that you can even see the mole on his upper lip.
He smirks, “oh… you have got a pretty face, huh?” two of his fingers hook under your jaw, he tilts your face to look better.
For a moment - everything stills around you as the man stares right into your eyes and as you stare back at him.
His eyes drop down to your lips from your eyes - smirk vanishing momentarily to bloom into a full smile. A smile so bright that it could rival the sun itself.
“Sorry darling, but even this pretty face can not make me spare you. I will have to take you with me.” he informs while standing up. You watch as he gestures something to his men with sharp eyes. Everything happens within a moment after that. Your hands are suddenly being cuffed and you are being pulled up harshly.
Due to this strange encounter with this man (who is most definitely one of the seven) you almost forgot your twisted ankle. Now that they pull you up harshly, a shock of pain courses through your pain receptors, making you scream out loud.
You squeeze your eyes shut, ears ringing, chest heaving with the sudden jolt of ache. As the initial shock of your pain ebbs, you feel stinging in both of your knees as well. Oh god, you must have scratched yourself when you fell down.
One of the guys pulls you ahead, sending yet another shock of pain. You scream even louder.
“No one is going to save you! There’s no point of screaming!” he points his gun at your temple again.
“Are you fucking stupid? Can’t you tell I am screaming out of pain, you dumbass?!” your anger takes the better of you.
A laughter echoes through the street as soon as you are done lashing out on the guy who can most definitely kill you right then and there. It’s the man who laughs - there’s no mockery in his tone, it’s pure amusement.
“I see, you have hurt yourself, huh?” he looks down at your knees and then at your feet, “a sprinted ankle, as it looks like.” he assesses for a second and then looks up at his men again, “carry her to the car. She can’t walk in that condition.”
The guys try to take you in their arms, you fight back. “Don’t you dare touch me!” just because you are caught does not mean you will submit yourself to them. If your legs were in working condition, you would have been out of here long ago.
“Yah!” the man prompts again, “leave her.” he instructs his men. The guys scatter at his word, leaving you right then. You know he is letting his guard down because you can not run or walk anyway.
Stepping towards you again, he smiles - sickeningly sweet. “Let me do the honor, darling.” Even before you can protest, he bends down, places his arms under the buck of your knees and lifts you up bridal style.
You stare at his face, in horror and amazement, all while winding your hand around his neck to safeguard yourself. Your lips part, several questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. But before you can shape them in words, someone presses a piece of cloth on your nose.
And everything morphs into an unfathomable darkness.
Your head hurts, so do your legs.
Actually each and every part of your body hurts like you have been thrown under a boulder. There’s a sting, a very sharp one on your knees. And it is what makes you tear your eyes open. With a very blurry vision, and a head that feels heavier than ever, you try to read the room. It’s dark and there’s only one old-fashioned lamp dangling from the ceiling.
Blinking a few more times you get rid of the residual blurriness that was making it hard to take a good look at the room. It’s an abandoned warehouse, one of those abandoned coal factories in Geomun-dong, but the vastness of its size is unlike any other you have come across before.
Your back presses on the hard wood of the chair. Fuck! You are tied to it. Trying to move your feet, you become the subject of a loud, “oh hoi! Sit straight!”
And just then you realize someone is sitting right before you, treating your wounds with his head down. You focus on the mop of golden hair and the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms peeking through his grey tank top.
Is this another of the seven?
“Done!” he looks up. And oh god! Who is this angel?
The man smiles sweetly at you, “you have hurt yourself badly. Especially your ankle. I am afraid you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, love.” his smile stays, not budging a bit even when he is talking about your serious injuries.
“Why would you do something that’s not good for you, love? Your life is never going to be the same again, I hope you are aware of that.” His smile widens. Your heart takes up an erratic pace in your chest.
Why did you think it would be a good idea to get into their den and steal documents? You should have listened to Jiwook! Why, oh lord, why? Your eyes fill with tears. You bite your lips and look down.
“Are you done, Jiminie?” another voice rings through the stuffy air of the room.
“Yeah, hyung. She is yours now.” the guy says in a sweet voice. Grabbing the fast aid kit, he stands up and starts walking away.
You hear footsteps again. It rounds your chair before the guy comes to stand right in front of you.
“So you are the fish Hoseok caught, huh?” The man mocks, voice velvet and gravel at the same damn time. Goosebumps raise all over your body.
You dare to look up again. If you are going to get killed, you would rather see all seven of their faces before dying.
This man is uniquely handsome - feline eyes with rimless glasses adorning them, inviting lips pressed in a thin line, sharp jaw, full cheeks, dark hair reaching to his nape - he looks like a cat, a wild one.
Why is everyone in this gang so beautiful?
Your breath hitches as the man leans down to level his eyes with yours. A small smile plays on his lips as he parts those to say something with that insanely attractive voice of his, “welcome to hell, kitten. Enjoy your stay.”
Your heart thumps with blood and fear in your chest - this has to be the last day of your life! Fuck! This is the end!
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