I keep thinking about Jimin's first heat in my mafia!reader x hybrid!bts story. It's a beautiful moment, definitely the sweetest smut I've ever conjured up in my head, but there's SO much involved that I just HAVE to talk about it.
*nsfw under the cut, babes*
Nothing TOO graphic, but if you are uncomfortable with talks of sex and sexual experiences, then please do not read. I'll post another lil warning right before we get into the *juicy* stuff.
So, before Jimin goes into heat, the pack would notice him acting... weird. Not his usual slapstick humor or general quirkiness weird, but just a tad bit off.
They could blame this on a few things, though. There was the fact that they would still be adjusting to their new life, new home, and YOU. The fact that they were feeling some sense of security for the first time in their lives.
Or even, simply, the fact that male omegas were rare and most certainly the least studied group of all when it came to subgenders. Subgenders, in general, were still vastly misunderstood and often misrepresented.
With this in mind, it's no wonder the pack brushed it off when Jimin started acting unusually clingy towards you a few days before his heat. The heat they would fail to notice was coming, mind you. Namjoon and Yoongi would feel especially bad when it did come, being the pack's always protective Alphas.
Jimin would be no better himself, either. If he had to point out a moment he first started noticing something was off, he would think back to the night you brought them to their first work event.
It would be at a nightclub, and although the boys would think it a weird place to have a work event, you would offer no other explanation. True to your nature, you would tell them to just enjoy and not worry about silly things.
Not to get into too much detail (because otherwise, this would be entirely TOO long even though it's already going to be VERY long), Jimin would first start to feel weird as he watches you grab the lady who got too handsy with him and drag her outside. He thinks, at that point, that it's simply because of the pheromones you're releasing.
You see, humans can release pheromones that exude dominance and submission much like an Alpha vs Omega, and yet it's still entirely different. Jimin's mind would be flooded with your dominant pheromones the moment you turned to confront the lady. He would only assume this is why he suddenly feels so safe in your presence.
In the following days, the pack would notice this shift in Jimin, this *weird* behavior. It would start with him lingering around you while you sip your morning coffee, but would quickly spill into something sweeter. Jimin would find himself sitting in your office with you, or even curled up on the couch next to you on the off chance you had the time to sit around and watch movies.
Jin would observe this behavior with conflict in his heart. He would be happy that Jimin seems to be comfortable around you, as at this point he would also start to feel warm towards you. But he would also feel torn between protecting Jimin and feeling hurt at the thought of losing him. Hoseok would comfort him when he brought it up to him one night, whispering comforting words into his wonderful packmate's ear.
Taehyung would stay quiet when he noticed Jimin slip away from the pack to go find you. He would refrain from talking to Namjoon about how he feels in all of this, never offering more than a "its fine, hyung" when Namjoon asked. Taehyung didn't know what to think, so he often brushed it off and simply didn't think about it at all.
And so, the pack chose to dismiss this behavior, never assuming it would have anything to do with Jimin's fast approaching heat. The same heat that wasn't supposed to happen for weeks.
The same heat that hits their nose like a burning fire when they come home from shopping with the bodyguards one evening.
*okay hehe sexual content inbound! I warned ya!*
The sweet scent of Jimin in heat, one like creme brulee and rose wine, would hit their noses at the same time the sound of a moan that fell from your lips hits their ears.
It's almost comical the way their stomachs all drop at the same time. Well, it would be, if it didn't sent a jolt of panic straight up their spine.
Yoongi would be the first to move, pushing past Jin after dropping his bags. He would hear someome tell Jungkook not to follow, but he would be so focused on trying to get to Jimin that he would ignore the sound of the youngest following closely behind.
The entire pack knew what would be going through his head. They had to get to Jimin, protect him, his heat came too soon, protect, protect, protect-
What if you had already found out and hurt Jimin? The thought would hit him at the same time as Jimin's soft whimpering hit his ears. Any other time, he would have reveled in the sound. Now it just propelled him forward.
When the boys caught up to Yoongi, he would be standing just a few feet away from the doorway, the side door to the grand living room. The scent of Jimin, sweat, and arousal would taint the air. It was strongest here, which meant that Jimin was in the room.
Before Namjoon could question why Yoongi had stopped, he would be met with the sight of you and Jimin on the living room floor. The boys would all stop in their tracks and stare, wide-eyed and pupils blown at the scene before them.
There you were, layed out beneath Jimin, not even fully undressed. Your nightgown, the one you changed into when you came home in the evenings, was hiked up just above your navel.
Jimin was beside himself, his cock buried so deep in your heat that all he could do was continue to roll his hips into yours. Half lidded eyes would rake down your body where the two of you were connected, and he would watch lazily as he pulled out only slightly before bottoming out again. Heat would cloud his mind, but as he locked eyes with you again, he would be reminded how safe he felt with you.
How he had sought you out for this kind of comfort when you found him in the living room earlier that day, shaking and trembling with want. He didn't even register it was his heat when he had pleaded for you to help him.
You would have noticed the boys watching if you weren't so enthralled in the way Jimin filled you up. As his hand grows your hip, the other one splayed across your chest, you shuddered at the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls. He was reaching parts of you that you didn't even know you had, stretching you out deliciously.
The boys would silently slip away from the door, tearing their eyes away when Jimin's hips took on a faster speed, deciding that they had seen enough. They would all move to the room next to the grand living room, far enough away that they couldn't see but could still hear.
Taehyung felt out of place as he listened to moans and cries fall from your lips, followed by groans and whispers from Jimin. Some part of him wanted to run in and tear you away from his packmate, too scared of any harm coming to him. Another part of him, the part he would end up listening to, would be so stunned that he would feel conflicted in interfering. Especially after listening to what was going on in the room next to them.
Your voice would break their thoughts as you state, "Jimin, I swear to god- If you cum right now, I'm never letting you cum again."
The silence in between your words and the whimper that rings out from Jimin's chest would leave the boys void of any thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I just-" Jimin would sound worn out and high strung in the most delicious of ways as he begged, "I need- please, please let me- I just need-"
They would hear you comfort him, whispering words of encouragement as you shifted positions. They could hear you use Jimin's own slick as lubrication when you sank back down on top of him, riding him and eating up all the sounds he was making.
It's amazing how much the two of you could talk and communicate while you were making him lose his mind. It was jarring, actually, how many times you stopped to make sure he was okay, ask if you could continue, tell him he was beautiful.
The pack would find themselves mystified by how opposite you were of what they had expected you to be. The way you were praising Jimin and asking for his continuous consent, or even just asking him about what he needed from you was.... something they hadn't experienced before. Not from people outside of their pack, and certainly not their supposed "master." Jungkook would nearly growl at this thought.
At some point, they would even hear you both talk about pups after the word tumbles out of his mouth while he spills hot, white cum along your insides.
Namjoon's ears would perk when you say, "Well I can definitely pretend to breed you, but I can't give you pups, baby. Besides, is that even possible? Wouldn't you need an alpha?"
You would gasp, followed by a teasing, "I bet you look so pretty bouncing on Namjoon's cock, hm? Oh! Did that excite you? I felt you twitch-"
It would delve into more teasing and a high pitched keen falling from their omega's lips when he came once again.
They would continue to listen in silence for hours as you teased Jimin, edging him before letting him cum. They'd listen to you chant his name when you brought yourself to your own ruin or when you let Jimin eat you out until you forgot your name. They'd nearly lose it when you'd start eating Jimin's ass out. Jimin wouldn't make sense at that point, too far gone to make any coherent sentences.
Perhaps the most perplexing, however, was the communication between the two of you, and the obvious safety Jimin felt for you. Jin wouldn't be able to wrap his mind around how he could smell Jimin's want to be around you even under the intense heat.
As the pack listened to you suggest Jimin move to your room with you, they'd have so many things running through their minds that they wouldn't notice something.
They wouldn't notice the small seed your interactions and affection towards Jimin would plant in their minds. They wouldn't notice, in the following weeks, how this seed would begin to grow into longing. Lust. And, eventually, love and protection.
It's no wonder they didn't notice. Because who would think they would come to yearn for you? That they would come to desire you to touch them, fuck them, love them?
I mean come on. Who would think by the end of the month, you'd be pegging big bad alpha Yoongi, and getting him to submit with a tug of his tail?
— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader
— genre: fluff, angst, smut
— warnings/content: none
— word count: 6.5k
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You fix the last button on your blouse in place as you walk downstairs, feet bouncing with a little more pep than usual.
Even if you’re waking up before the sun and have hours of gruelling work ahead of you, spending the weekend with the boys has left you feeling refreshed. It was a much needed break to help restore your dwindling morale and a good reminder of why you put yourself through this in the first place.
Skipping over the last step of the staircase, you turn to head towards the kitchen, more than ready to kickstart your brain with the help of a cup of coffee.
You startle, almost tripping over your own feet, when the downstairs bathroom door flies open just as you’re about to walk past it.
A dripping Namjoon steps into your path, his naked chest and arms on full display, droplets clinging to his sunkissed skin. He has a towel draped over his head, obstructing his vision as he roughly tries to dry up the back of his head.
You watch, mouth dry, as the motion causes one of the droplets to slide from his collarbone down over the smooth expanse of his torso, only stopping when it hits the sweatpants hung low on his hips.
warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update this list as needed)
summary: You are finally moving out of your hometown and following your dreams of living in the big city. With an internship at a successful company and your best friend living close by, you feel like things are finally working out.
Sure, your apartment might not be the most glamorous and your new neighbors are a bit strange but that’s normal for a first time living away from home, right? Everyone had warned you about how evil the world could be but it wasn’t until you moved there that you started to understand how strangers could be a real hell.
*Loosely based on the drama/webtoon Strangers from Hell (you don’t have to know the original story to read this!)*
I actually decided to rewrite the first chapters of both fics because I felt like they weren't fleshed out enough. I felt like they feel too similar to the little dribbles I post on here, and I want then to feel like an actual STORY, not just ideas plopped together. I'm working on making it flow better. So it'll be a few more days because I have to rewrite and write more ☠☠☠
The good thing though!!! Is that I have almost 3.5k words already written for the mafia!au 🤗 I feel more motivated to write this way, so yall better watch out for some LONG ass chapters!!! The eay I'm writing now FEELS like how the scenes are in my head, like a movie.
Sorry for the delay, but you guys will like it so much better this way, I promise! 💖💖💖🤡🤡🤡
I hit a cute little spot of ❤️🔥depression❤️🔥 and stopped writing (and doing most things, actually) but I want to get back to writing this week. I'm just having a rough time right now so I'm being gentle with myself right now.
hi! i was wondering if you could help me find a fic! it was an ot7 x reader mafia au i think, where reader was kidnapped to be used against her father but she didn’t want to be sent back bc he was abusive, but the boys don’t know so they send her back but then come rescue her
i feel like i may have read this trope before but i'm unsure of who and what. anyone in the comments know?
I actually decided to rewrite the first chapters of both fics because I felt like they weren't fleshed out enough. I felt like they feel too similar to the little dribbles I post on here, and I want then to feel like an actual STORY, not just ideas plopped together. I'm working on making it flow better. So it'll be a few more days because I have to rewrite and write more ☠☠☠
The good thing though!!! Is that I have almost 3.5k words already written for the mafia!au 🤗 I feel more motivated to write this way, so yall better watch out for some LONG ass chapters!!! The eay I'm writing now FEELS like how the scenes are in my head, like a movie.
Sorry for the delay, but you guys will like it so much better this way, I promise! 💖💖💖🤡🤡🤡
So. Here’s a collection of some of my favorite mafia au fics in the BTS fandom, accompanied by some fanart for each fic. If you like mafia aus and BTS, you should definitely definitely check these out, they are A M A Z I N G.
Young Spy by @jeonstudios - Jungkook x reader, Jungkook is the spy and he’s been caught… barely conscious, Jungkook is saved by reader, but does he realize that he’s been saved? mmmm, this story had me mesmerized from beginning to end. Sometimes I find myself still daydreaming about it, my mind just keeps on coming back to it and boyyyy its a good fic, i love it so much, you should go give it a look and shower this author in some love!!
How to Sell Sunshine by @alpacaparkaseok - (to be revealed) x reader, Reader is a mafia boss building herself an empire, and to do that she gathers the forces of seven members of different skillsets and backgrounds. Will they make it, or will the pressures of this world tear them down?? eeheeheeheeeeee this series is EVERYTHING, the intrigue, the badassery, the snark, and the crime, everything you could ever want in a mafia au is in here, go read it, and then go read everything else on this author’s masterlist IMMEDIATELY. do it.
Edge of Tonight by @park-jimin-isnt-real - Namjoon x reader, Namjoon and reader have known each other for a long while, but then reader went missing. Namjoon built himself an empire and suddenly… his team catches a glimpse of reader, jaded, dangerous, and ready to kick ass. ASKJDGEHFJHSAGDKJA THIS SERIES. This Series, ooohhhh boyyyyy, this series is Absolutely Beautiful. Not only is the Namjoon romance sweet and heartbreaking, reader’s interactions with every other member are so meaningful too, it just. feels,,, so good. GO READ IT. SHOW THE AUTHOR SOME LOVE FOR THEIR MASTERPIECE
The Web by @btsmosphere - Jimin x reader, Torn away from everything she’s held dear, reader is on the run and scared for her life. And yet, still, she stands up and throws herself into a web of lies and question marks. Will she find her way back to Jimin before it’s too late? …Does she want to? I WILL NEVER STOP SPREADING MY LOVE FOR THIS SERIES, IT IS BEAUTIFUL SHOWSTOPPINGLY GORGEOUS 10/10 GOOD FIC, The Inrigue, The Build Up, The Final Confrontation!!! This author is amazing and their writing style is so cool, definitely check out their masterlist after you read THIS WHOPPER OF A FIC IN ALL ITS BEAUTY
Cry Me A River by @minniepetals - OT7 x reader, As the daughter of a mob boss, reader has been destined from the beginning to be a pawn. She is married off as such to Bangtan, and there she learns what love is. She also learns just how much it hurts, how easily it can be taken advantage of. 10 years later, the soft girl has grown to become something much more….. the ANGST OOOHHHH BOYYY OHHHH BOYYY, it’s. it’s heartbreaking, but it hurts SO GOOOOD NNNGHHHH. We’ve been promised a happy ending so I’m keeping my eyes out for that but so far it is deliciously agonizing to read and yet so utterly delightful. This is another amazing author, go check out everything they have to offer!
Between the Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga - OT7 x reader, Reader is a private doctor, and her services have been hired by quite the rowdy group of men. What she wasn’t expecting to find was a world of pain and crime… and perhaps, love? SUCH a good fic, so many feelings, so many cute lil scenes AND it’s got SEQUEL which is just as amazing. Go forth, enjoy the scrumptious, scrumptious story.
If I can never give you peace by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - hybrid!Jungkook x reader, Jungkook is the hybrid of a mob boss’s daughter. That is, until she gets tired of him, and he gets forced into an illegal fighting ring. It falls upon reader to handle his fights, keep it all organized, and it falls upon reader to “get rid of him” when the mob boss wants him gone. Only, she lets Jungkook escape instead, and it’s all good. But then he comes back, and he wants to build an empire of his own. THIS. STORY. IS. SO. GOOD. I don’t really know how to describe my love for it without getting repetitive but its suuuuch an amazing enemies to lovers, such good tension and interactions and just sagdhfjfjahf it’s great, go check it out and see for yourself what a great fic it is
Here’s each individual drawing (+my lil artsy comments) if y’all wanna see them better:
ASDFGHJKL THE FACT THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO DRAW ME A FANART AMONGST OTHER WRITERS AHHHHHH!!! my heart‼️‼️🥰💗💓 thank you so much, honestly. when i clicked on this post and saw some drawings, i was like “ooh, these are pretty.” and then i looked more closer, reading the captions and then i saw cry me a river and i saw my badass yn and ASDFGHJKL i’m honestly so happy and honored you have no idea!! thank you thank you!! thank you a million times. cmar means so much to me and i do indeed promise we’ll be good in the end after all the angst. we’ll just have to go through it all together before that hehe 💗
I'm super excited! Now, I might go and switch some things, so it might be a few more days until I upload them.
For one, I'm rethinking the omegaverse aspects of the hybrid one. I'm thinking maybe it won't be included in the story, because although I like the boys having the whole alpha/beta/omega dynamic, I'm not sure I'll use it as a literary tool. Like, I don't imagine it really having an impact on the story. So, maybe I won't include it. But if I do (because jimin and yoongi in HEAT hello????) maybe it will boil down to more.... certain hybrids get heats and others get ruts. Not so much hoe other writers sometimes write, where it impacts their daily lives. I think there will still be a hierarchy, but it'll be loose. Lmao is there such a thing as a progressive omegaverse???? Whose to say.
I dunno, it makes sense in my head! I'll figure it out and you all will just have to find out 😌😌😌
hi! i just saw your post, congratulations on hitting 200 followers!! 💞
also, could you add me to the tag list for the hybrid!bts x mafia!reader story, please? (i'm so excited to read it!! 💓)
Thank youuuuu so much 🥺💖💖💖
And yes!! Of course I can add you! And I'm happy you're excited because I'm SO excited to finally have some time to sit down and write the final draft. I want to have it out soon, I'm aiming for second week of January 🤗
Ayo wait THERES A TAGLIST??? I’ve got those post notifs on for constant account surveillance bc I didn’t think you had one 🧍 could I please be added to your general taglist if you have one, or if not just the mafia!reader x hybrid!bts?!! It has me in a chokehold 😮💨
Ayo I'll put you on the taglist homie, no worries 😎
Ahhhh the mafia!reader one has me in chokehold as well, I cannot TELL you the amount of times I think about the clubbing scene (I haven't written this out yet hehe) or the scene where you cry for the first time. It stays ON MY MIND 24/7 no stops !!!!!!!
Also thank you so much for putting on post notifs 🥺💖 that makes me feel so special!!!
There are 200 of you following me??!?!?! When did that happen!!! Wow!
I'm so thankful for all of you 🥺 it's really cool to get to interact with you all and talk about my ideas! The response has been amazing hehehehe
Okay to properly thank you all, I'm planning on doing requests. Be on the look out for that! And I also am finally sitting down to write the FINAL final draft of the first chapters for both of the fics! 💖💖💖
Seokjin, in my hybrid!bts au, would definitely be the last hybrid to trust you. He would argue that this is for good reason, and the others would agree at first.
But after you helped Jimin through his heat? The others would find themselves slowly sinking into a comfortable existance with you. They wouldn't particularly like you, no- that would come slowly for then. Each of them would take their time in placing any ounce of trust in you, even if Jimin did spend most of his time trying to convince them that you weren't malicious.
"Give Y/N a chance, hyung," Jimin would mumble to Namjoon one night. He would gently finish grooming the top of Namjoon's head, gentle fingers combing through thick hair. "Y/N might surprise you, I... I was surprised. I feel nice here, comfortable. I want you all to feel the same."
But Seokjin? Seokjin would find himself going around in circles in his mind.
He would constantly try to find balance between wanting to believe Jimin (and trying his hardest to not offend his packmate when he couldn't) and vehemently telling himself that this was all a jest. An attempt to get you used to them in order to use them later on.
Was it true that you had never tried anything with them? Yes.
Was it true that you had only been accommodating towards them? Yes.
Was it true that Jimin had felt comfortable enough with you to spend the most intimate moments of his heat with you, and NOT regret it afterwards? ...Also yes, much to Seokjin's confusion.
Because it was also true that he did not know you, as you made it a point to keep them at arm's length. Just as it was true that they had seen their fair share of suspicious things in your home even if you had tried to hide it from them. Just as it was true that you could just as easily be like the other homes he had been in and hurt his pack before he could blink an eye.
His instincts told him to do everything in his power to keep you away from his pack. Logic, his packmates, and even his own curiosity told him to at least try to get to know you.
This is how Seokjin found himself up late one night, his mind swimming with information and hesitant arguments. As he passed the grand living room on his way to the kitchen, he noticed Yoongi was awake, staring blankly at the TV in the main room. Seokjin had been with him long enough to know that he wasn't really paying attention, that Yoongi was just too tired to even fall asleep (a problem only Yoongi would have).
When Seokjin made it to the kitchen, he already knew you would be in there. He could smell your scent from down the hall, hear the sound of your heart. Yet, he stilled in the doorway in favor of watching you.
You looked small, as you always did. Especially when you wore your night gown and robe as you were now, standing at the counter with your back turned to him. He would hear hot water boiling in the electric kettle and assumed you had gotten lost in the sound.
As attentive and detail-oriented as you were, Seokjin noticed that you had moments where you seemed to float away. It reminded him of Yoongi sometimes- the look he got when he was thinking of music. Though, he could tell by the gentle crease between your brows and the way your heart would race that whatever you were thinking of was not quite as comforting.
Seokjin hates to admit it, but he knows he's curious about you. Even now as he makes his way over to the counter, he watches your shoulders hunch and your head drop and he finds himself wondering what you're thinking about.
You jump when you finally notice him standing next to you, turning quickly to stare up at him. He watches your eyes search his face before recognition flashes across your face and a smile finds its home on your lips. If Seokjin notices the tugging of his heart, he chooses to ignore it.
You don't say anything to him, instead turning to the cupboard in front of you and opening it. You take out a mug and set it down alongside two other mugs you had already taken out. There are now three mugs on the counter, each one part of a set.
Three mugs?
His head tilts in curiosity as he watches you take the electric kettle off its station, pouring the hot water into each cup. He notices that you try to keep the water levels even and is so caught up in his own confusion that he almost misses the label on the bucket you have on the counter next to the kettle. Hot chocolate, which you now scoop into each mug and mix carefully.
"Can you find the condensed milk in the fridge for me?" You ask, not looking at him. He notices that this is the first time you've spoken to him in a while at the same time he notices the tip of your tongue poking out in concentration.
When Seokjin returns to your side with the condensed milk, two more spoons have appeared on the counter. He notices how much care you put into scooping up a dollop of the sweet substance on a spoon before gently placing it into one mug. He notices how your hands shake as he watches you do the same with the other two mugs.
He finds himself blindly following you to the living room, watching quietly as you hand one of the two mugs you grabbed to Yoongi before sitting down in a lounge chair off to the side of the room. Seokjin remembers Taehyung liking that particular chair because it was plush and circular, perfect for curling up by the fireplace it sat next to.
Yoongi is confused, to say the least. Not quite as confused as Seokjin, at least not about you, but definitely confused as to why you would make him hot chocolate unprompted. He looks up at the other hybrid who shrugs and sits down next to Yoongi on the couch, large hands cradling his own mug carefully.
Seokjin watches as Yoongi takes a sip from his mug, smiling at the adorable hiss he let's out when the hot liquid burns his feline tongue. For a moment, the room slips into a comfortable quiet, and he nearly forgets you are there to share it with them.
You let out a small sigh, staring down at your mug before speaking softly, "I'm sorry."
Sorry? The hybrids glance at each other before turning their attention to you.
"For a lot of things. For not being around enough, for... not making you all comfortable enough here, I'm sure there's probably more I could be doing." You wrap your fingers around the mug tighter. Seokjin was worried they would burn. "But what I'm most sorry about is over-stepping any boundaries when I helped Jimin. I don't want to intrude on your pack."
They both frown at that. Something feels wrong in the way your separate yourself from their pack, a feeling which surprises Seokjin. Yoongi beats him to his response:
"He chose you. You made Jimin feel safe and he chose you as a partner. The rest of our pack is thankful you were there to help. Besides, you are our owner. What you say goes."
You stare at them, your eyes ticking back and forth between their faces. They see the glint of something on your face before it leaves and you turn to glance at the fire.
"I don't want you guys to feel like I own you."
"But you do," Seokjin responds, a crease forming. "Unless you wish to give us back..?"
They hear the panic in your heartbeat before they see it on your face as you turn back to them, shaking your head frantically.
"No, no. I'm not planning on giving you back, I just meant-" you sigh, licking your lips before clarifying, "I meant that I don't want you guys to feel like I'm above you. We are equals. I want to care for you and I want you to be able to rely on me. I didn't adopt you because I was on some kind of power-trip."
When you see their confusion, you continue your explaination:
"I don't want you to see this as a pet and owner situation, because it's not, in my eyes. You are all free to do as you please whether that be leave or stay, but I want your pack to be able to rely on me. I'm glad that I could help Jimin, that he felt safe enough to rely on me, but I want you to know that I eventually want you all to feel safe in this house."
You laughed softly before adding on, "And I'm not saying it has to be in the same way that Jimin felt safe with me, I'm not trying to get in all of your pants. I just... want your pack to eventually feel like you can rely on me."
Maybe it was the sincerity in your voice, or the need to comfort you, but Seokjin found himself answering, "We already view you as a member of our pack."
He didn't know if that was true, especially because he had his doubts. And he didn't know how the others felt 100%, but he took Yoongi's eager silence as confirmation of these feelings. Instincts do not lie, even if he was nervous.
Yoongi clears his throat before he adds, "You have been considered a member of our pack by most of us even before you helped Jimin. We might not be certain about you, but we do know that we can rely on you. You've done a lot for us. You're not our mate, but... you're a member of our pack, even if it is different."
Later on that night, as Seokjin would curl up against Jungkook's back, he would not forget the way the tips of his fingers felt when you smiled at him.
They wished to reach out and hold your face when he saw that beautiful smile. It spread across your lips and the room filled with a warmth that felt like a hug. He doesn't know where that feeling came from, but he can't deny it existed.
Maybe he was beginning to warm up to you quicker that he thought he would.
I'm feeling especially soft tonight thinking about the very first time Seokjin would let his guard down around mafia!reader, and the very first time the reader would show their softer side to him.
I'm thinking I'm going to make a post about this tomorrow, once the scene is fully played out in my mind :)
Hahahahaha wow I posted this so long ago and I'm SO sorry for never getting to it, but I will definitely post about it tomorrow!!! I've just had a lot going on recently.
— summary: no matter how many times you read the same book over and over again, it always ends the same
— pairing: bts x reader
— genre: angst, mafia!au
— word count: 6.5k
— warnings: violence
— a/n: all hail for our queen :)
— part one / part two / part 3 / part 4 / part 5
— masterpost
The doors to the meeting hall slam open as you walk right in with a grave expression resting on your face. With a black leathered trench coat, red lipstick, and red high heels that click like firecrackers with each step you take, heads turn your way as they make way for the daughter of the Reaper to walk past. Your hair wets from the pouring rain just outside, dripping down your coat and onto the dark red carpeted floor yet you pay it no mind.
Mingyu is just a few steps behind you, his eyes darker and grimmer than most days and the eyes of every member that belongs to the Reapers fall with confusion. Their brows furrow deeply as they watch their lady take the stage in the dark, crowded room, wondering why you’ve gathered everyone here for an important meeting.
Your second in command stands with the crowd, watching as you take a good look at the seat before you. Mingyu knows what goes on in your mind as you stare at something that belongs to your father, but before anyone can grow suspicious upon your lingering gaze, you turn around to address the crowd.
“I have grave news,” you say with a face void of any emotions.
They try to read you, the members’ brows knitting so tight while the employees look amongst each other, whispering words upon theories of what news you can possibly have for all of the Reapers to hear at once. This doesn’t happen often after all. No one would call every member of a mafia along with their servants unless the news was so grave.
But that could only mean one thing.
“Father has been assassinated.”
The room goes into an uproar and everyone begins to speak up at once. Many of them are in disbelief, their expressions hardening, eyes widening, while a few maidens even fill with tears as they clasp a hand upon their lips, the news far too much for them to take.
He never treated you well enough for you to hold that expression, you scoff to yourself but decide to ignore them while Mingyu stands there in the front, standing out due to his indifference to the news. His expression is blunt and when you cast him a glance, your second in command gives you a simple shrug.
“How dare they?!”
“Are you sure boss has been assassinated?”
“I saw his dying face with my very own eyes,” you tell them and the room explodes with anger.
They all express their displeasure, the audacity of this person who decided to go after their big boss, some even go on to take their weapons out, ready to make a move for their revenge plan yet you stop them before they can walk out.
“You know better than anyone to run out there without a plan.” The coldness in your voice stops them in their tracks and once more, they turn their attention back on you, the heir to the throne, the only family member left, daughter of the Reaper.
“Milady, did you witness the person who did this to boss?” One asks.
“Do you think me of incompetence?” You raise a brow and he knows that wasn’t right of him to ask.
Someone else speaks up without taking note of your unamused expression. “Then we have to go after him!”
“It’s a good thing you came back unscathed.”
“Sir Mingyu must have helped her return well.” You look at Mingyu who wields no expression. He’s usually a man who speaks up during grave moments so they must be really confused by this. Still, the idea of your dead father is their top priority as they return to the topic at hand.
“But who would dare kill the Reaper?”
“Who would dare…” You repeat the words slowly and carefully, feet turning to the side as you lay a finger on the throne you had been standing beside. It’s always been your place to stand beside the throne, the very same seat your father sits in, but those days are over. “Why…” slowly running your fingers at the arm of the throne, you tilt your head over at them with a smirk curling along the corner of your lips, “me of course.”
When you take a seat right upon the throne, the only doors leading outside the room slams shut along with the windows and curtains as each of your very own loyal members, dressed in wholly black, stands before every exit, blocking the paths.
The room runs cold in an instant as everything turns dark, saved by the light shining on you.
Heads turn back your way, bodies freezing in place, eyes widening. The trembling begins and you let out a laugh that echoes loudly into the room. Fear creeps down their spines and someone brave enough who had their gun already in their hand holds it up and points it straight at you.
In an instant, a bullet runs straight through his head, a bullet you know that was held by a particular sniper, hidden on high grounds, laying on her front with eyes peeking right into the scope. Dasom makes the first kill and when the men’s body falls to the floor, chaos ensues.
The rain pours loud and hard outside, its storm cold and icy as the room warms from all the bodies that runs at each other, hoping to kill one another. Your father’s people are strong as they always have been but they could not have been prepared for what you had in store for each one of them.
The servants are defenseless and so they’re the first to fall to the floor.
You were really hoping to sit this one out after having finished the most important kill of the night but apparently, your father’s loyal members aren’t one to let you off that easily.
“Hells,” you say with a heavy sigh. You stand from the throne, a bored expression plastered on your face when someone comes at you with a knife, far too incompetent and weak against you. She’s quick to be eliminated by your own hands with a bullet shot straight up from her chin.
“Oh great, now my hands are dirty.” You stare at your hands with contempt when someone hands you a handkerchief.
“My lady,” she says, her voice generous while the room ensues in mass murder. When you look over at your first loyal companion who holds a black satin blindfold over the eyes she’s lost years ago for you, you consider accepting her offer for a second, before refusing it completely.
“There’s no point when the room’s already bathing in blood.” The second you say that, her ear twitches and in just a split second, she has the person who had been hoping to hurt you by the throat, throwing him right onto the floor and a bullet straight through his head. Even with blind eyes, Yuna protects you well.
She turns to you after it’s over with, frowning deeply. “How dare they,” she growls protectively. “Are you alright, my lady?”
You turn from her, unfazed by what she had just done. “Take care of the rest,” you order, and with a small bow your way, Yuna disappears from your side.
The red heels click under you when you walk down the dais to deal with the people who have yet to fall, too stubborn for their own good to die without a good fight.
“Your efforts are pointless,” you speak at a man who holds onto the pain of his stomach. For a moment he was hunched over, barely able to keep standing on his feet, but the second he hears your voice, the strength in him returns.
He launches himself at you with a dagger and an annoyingly loud roar. You, on the other hand, is the calm face of Death, the dark leather at your shoulders that leaves a trail of blood. He flings himself hopelessly and you twist his arm, puncturing the blade of his dagger back on him and stabbing it right into the pain he received from one of your men.
He falls to the floor with a thud, meeting his fate for ever daring to go up against you.
The rain screams loud in place of the void of your emotions as you handle each member who comes at you with ease. They scream and shout, threatening to kill you, crying and spitting at your face for killing their boss, yet you remain calm amongst the chaos.
When the last person falls onto their knees and you kick them hard in the face, forcing them to fly back and hit the floor harshly, peace returns to the room now filled with dead corpses.
Black cloaks emerge from the shadows, their eyes trained solely on you as you turn from the last body, heels walking straight without a care about stepping on the corpses. When you walk up on the dais, you take one long glance at the throne before you and, surprising to the group behind you, you knock the throne down with a hard kick, causing it to fall to the side with a loud thud.
The sound echoes for a moment before all is silent once more. You turn to your people and sit yourself right on the floor of the dais, a hand resting on a bent knee while you lean your weight against the other arm just a few inches behind and let your head stare up at the ceiling.
What a waste of energy.
Hands spilled with blood, you wipe it against your cheek at the small cut you got from one of your father’s men, a bored expression resting on your face as you stare at your bloody hand. More blood will spill tonight but for now, you meet the eyes that have been trained on you with a dark gaze and in seconds, they fall to their knees, head bowed respectively.
A moment of silence for the queen, the room filthy with blood, and you give your first order as the Reaper.
“Burn this place down.”
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“You wanted to see me?” You ask, voice a bit light as you cross a leg over the other as if the tension in this room isn’t clear enough for you. But it’s clear, it’s so clear.
After all, you’re finally meeting your ex-husband after ten years of disappearing from the face of the Earth.
He wears a grim expression, brows furrowed as he stares straight at you from the other side of the table, and you almost want to laugh at how he never seems to change. Always so serious and grim-looking. You used to be so intimidated by that gaze once upon a time but now? Now nothing terrifies you anymore.
You feel nothing, devoid of emotions even as you sit right before someone you’ve loved so hard once upon a time.
Ten years is quite long after all.
“Do you not have anything to say?” Namjoon asks as if that was the obvious thing for you to do.
Yet you remain nonchalant. “I killed my father, you witnessed that, end of the story. What’s there for me to say? I am the rightful heir to the throne as the Reaper and you have no say in that.”
“As ally of your father, I do in fact have some say in that. Our contract states I lend some power to your father, after all.”
“Correction, our contract states you lend some power to the Reaper,” you say with a small smirk as you take the paper out and place it on top of the table, “not my father. And since I’m the Reaper now, I have full right to all that my father owns, including some of your power.”
Narrowing his gaze suspiciously your way, Namjoon leans back into his chair. “Is that what you’re after?” He asks. “Power?”
“Power’s quite delicious now that I’ve gotten some taste of it. I think I quite like it and would like to pursue it some more. You’d be a great help with that.” When he stares daggers at you, you shrug lightly as you look away. “Though of course, Mr. Kim has all the right to refuse.”
“Why?”
“Why power?”
“No,” he states. “Why did you kill your father? You’ve been living under his protection all your life and now come ten years later, you kill the one person who raised you and protected you.”
Hm. What painful words — or so you’d say if you were that weak-hearted girl you once were. But you’re not anymore and anything that comes out of Kim Namjoon’s mouth doesn’t phase you anymore.
He never found out the truth but he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t deserve the truth. You no longer tremble under his gaze, no longer hesitate, and no longer falter. He made you weak.
Father was right about one thing, love made you weak and now you’re over it.
Still, you give him a small, easy-going smile. “Ungrateful, aren’t I?” You laugh. “If I told you I got bored of him, would you believe me?”
He gives you a long, narrowing gaze that lasts for a few moments. Namjoon can’t read you as easily as he did ten years ago, he can no longer tell what’s going on in that head of yours, no longer able to understand what answers your eyes hold.
Because your eyes only lie now.
Finally, he gives up and leans back into his chair once more. “I cannot lend you my power.”
“You’re breaking the contract, Mr. Kim.”
“You broke it first by meeting with me again.”
“Actually, you met with me,” you correct, memories of your fateful meeting flashing in your head. “You were the one who decided to be the curious little cat and dug your nose into someone else’s business. No one told you to run up the skyscraper when you heard the gunshots, you should have just enjoyed the party like everyone else there. And you were also the one who sent me that letter, asking to meet. Family kills each other everywhere in this world. Who cares that my father died?”
Namjoon frowns at you. “Many of his allies.”
A smirk plays at your lips. “Actually, many of them betrayed him for me long before his assassination. They saw my potential and father was getting old. No one likes to follow a crippling leader. The others who didn’t like me tried to stop me and that was quite strenuous to deal with, let me tell you,” you say with an exasperated sigh before grinning again. “But we’re on good terms now, they decided not to give me another headache. Speaking of that, sorry I came a little late to our meeting. One of them almost gave me a migraine so I had to take care of that first.”
He’s disgusted by you, but you had everything planned out, he realizes, all the way up to the very day you eliminated your father. “So you decided to leave me out of this whole coup?” He asks, knowing you met up with all of the people your father had connection with except him.
“I had a contract to consider,” you say simply, noting at the fact that the two of you couldn’t meet. “I am a woman of my words, Mr. Kim, I’d hate to go ahead and break my promises, especially when I’ve given my words to someone.”
The knowing gaze you give him leaves him conflicted as he knows exactly what you mean behind those words of yours.
What a cunning woman you’ve become, someone entirely different from the person he last saw ten years ago. He can still remember that face of yours, filled with tears, pleading, and begging. It was almost pitiful. He drove you away and now here you are, ten years later, a totally different woman.
What did those ten years do to you?
He shakes the thoughts away, knowing that caring now wouldn’t change anything.
He doesn’t care.
“I lent your father some power because he had something to give me in return,” Namjoon says, returning to the main subject. “I have no idea what sort of leader you will be, I’d be a fool to trust someone I don’t know.”
That’s right, he doesn’t know you. Not this person you’ve become.
“I had an inkling you’d say that, that’s why I have a proposition for you.” You lean onto the table, elbows resting against it with fingers intertwined into one another as you prop your chin up against them.
Namjoon narrows his gaze and you go on.
“You’ve been looking for your lost brother, haven’t you? Mr. Kim Jungwon?” His brows furrow tightly and you can see his chin protruding. He’s angry yet you go on without fear. “I know him and I have some information that may help lead you to a better investigation.” He eyes you with hard suspicion while you remain nonchalant. “Come on, Kim, I know you’ve been stuck on his disappearance even before the two of us fell into an arranged marriage.”
“...How do you know him?”
“Why, he was my butler,” you say with a playful smile, “and a very good butler at that. Mr. Jungwon took care of me very well.”
Suspicion doesn’t leave his gaze. “Why would my brother disappear to work under the Reapers?”
“Why indeed.” You stand from your seat, giving him a pointed gaze as you slide the contract towards him. “Consider it, will you? Before you refuse me completely?”
Obviously, this is all a hoax just to get him to agree to the contract. His older brother has been long gone, dead from the hands of your father who was too sick in his head and psychotic enough to kill the one person that cared for his only daughter. But you don’t have to tell him that just yet. You’d rather do this without meeting your ex-husband and ex-lovers but you’d be a fool to get rid of the reins on one of the most powerful mafioso in this world.
If Namjoon agrees to the contract, you get your shared deal and he gets an answer to where his brother is; dead and long gone. You just have to use him in the right way, like a pawn, just as your father and he used to do to you.
With that, you refuse him to let you take any closer look at you and turn your back on him. You can feel his piercing gaze on you when you walk away but still, you take no wasted time to look back.
You’re done looking back at the past.
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“How’d it go?” Mingyu stands outside the door and the second you emerge, he rushes to begin walking right by your side.
“Do you still believe me to be that useless, incompetent girl I was then?” You ask him, sounding a little irritated. “Those days are over, Mingyu, you need not worry about that anymore.”
“Right,” he shrugs carefreely, already used to your mood swings. “So what happened?”
“I gave him the bait,” you say. “Once Mr. Kim gets a taste of the information I have, he’ll come crawling to me, begging for some more and once that happens, he’ll land right into my palm.”
“You know I’m kind of surprised, Boss.” You give him a small look and he continues. “For a moment I thought you’d falter and it’d ruin all our plans but you seem to compose yourself well.” Only Mingyu would be brave enough to speak up about such things before your face and normally it would upset you but with him, you don’t feel that offended.
That smirk on his face does make him look very punchable though.
“Are you sure you didn’t feel anything? Your heart didn’t skip a beat or two?” He asks, his tone playful almost as if he’s purposely trying to tick you off.
Yet you don’t take his bait.
“My heart stopped beating long ago.” You tell him, face as emotionless as it always was and Mingyu, for a moment, is about to speak up when you stop dead in your tracks.
Your second in command blinks when he feels another presence and when he turns to look over at the man who has you stopping for, the playful expression on his face falls.
Jung Hoseok stands right before the two of you, his presence protruding heavily with charisma and the only one he has eyes for is you, the new leader of the Reapers, and Mingyu’s presence disappears into the background as the two of you stare at one another as if stuck in moments in time.
Your heart stopped beating long ago, you told him, and for a second Mingyu wants to ask you whether that still applies to you before Jung Hoseok when he watches you carefully.
Yet he knows more than anyone that intervening now will only ruin things. The two of you have to return to headquarters during this busy time but he lets you be for now. After all, he remembers Jung Hoseok being that one person who didn’t betray your trust.
“I’ll be outside,” he tells you but he’s sure the words don't reach your ears. Still, Mingyu walks away from the poignant scene, knowing not to intrude.
Silence walks into the hallway once the footsteps disappear and for a while the two of you stand there in the stillest way possible, eyes never leaving each other’s gazes. You wonder what he’s thinking about, whether that promise he held within his heart still exists after all these years but you doubt it.
If the other guys were able to stop loving you, Hoseok would be all the same. Eventually, he probably got over you, went on with his life after the tears and anger, stopped thinking about you frequently, and acted as if your existence was simply just a passing of time. He probably doesn’t love you in the same way he had years ago but even if he still does, you’ve changed from the girl you once were.
Hoseok will probably hate the person you’ve become.
But why should you care? You don’t. You don’t care one bit.
None of it was his fault but still, still, a piece of you aches deeply inside as you stare at the last man who allowed you to hold onto hope. You’ve buried the little girl then deep from inside you and slowly, she’s beginning to creep forward and you know that this is all because of Jung Hoseok.
You hate this.
“Hi,” he says. A whisper. A soft, soft whisper you hadn’t heard in a long while. His eyes soften just slightly, his tone gentle, and you frown because you don’t like it.
“Hello,” you say, voice a little more strong, filled with less emotions. It’s blunt the way you speak, as if it’s simply a stranger right before you, and for a second you think you see a flash of hurt in his eyes.
But it disappears as quickly as it appeared, before you can truly believe you actually saw it right.
The silence fills once again and you hate this.
So many questions swarm in your head just as you’re sure he has them as well. He has to. After all, the girl he knew ten years ago is entirely different from the woman he sees now. You stand before him emitting a different energy, standing tall and confident, a gaze of boredom and bluntness, with no emotions exceeded out of you.
The you then held her heart on her sleeves, always willing to lend a gentle smile, a soft tone, eyes filled with innocence and purity as she constantly builds a wall before everyone, too scared and frightened to ever let anyone break it down.
The you now hold a much thicker wall, the secrets too overbearing and held so securely even a whisper wouldn’t be able to slip through. There are no cracks, no leaks to let anything out, just as you’re unwilling to let anything in. It builds all around you, above and below, refusing to let anything in and anything out.
The invisible wall carries herself well and you’re sure even Hoseok can sense that. He’s always been great at reading people but not great enough against you.
Even the you then presented herself well, holding onto her secrets, allowing no one in. No one understood her pains, no one knew. She smiled gently, gave her heart out, but still built a wall no one could step in. She was weak but she understood her assignment.
“How are you?” Hoseok asks and you remain silent for a moment, contemplating.
Should you choose to lie or tell the truth?
“I’m alright.” You lie.
It’s not anything new and Hoseok probably even understands that there are things you wish not to say, unanswered questions he wishes to ask you but knowing it isn’t in his place to do so. So he stays silent and you repeat his own question back at you, hating this silence.
“And you?”
“I’m alright.”
Whether that is the truth or a lie, you aren’t sure. Keeping tabs on Bangtan was never a priority in your agenda, in fact, you always strayed from doing so, so you have no idea what is going on with them and you’re fine with that. You just hate the fact that despite seeing you like this, so different from the girl you once were before you left them, Hoseok doesn’t flinch.
His eyes are similar to the ones you’ve seen years ago, the same sort of kindness he always had in them. He gives you no accusatory glare, no level of question passed onto you about what he saw that night and why you did what you did. Even if he had asked and you told him the same answer you gave Namjoon, a part of you feels as if Hoseok wouldn’t believe you as easily as Namjoon had.
And if he did, he wouldn’t look at you with disgust as Namjoon had.
You’re the first to look away, not wanting to bathe in this moment any longer.
It makes you uncomfortable knowing that little girl inside of you is slowly trying to creep back out. So you shut your heart, refuse to give into Hoseok’s eyes, and let the darkness return to its full capacity once more.
“If you’ll excuse me,” is all you say with a small nod made his way before walking past him without another glance.
You’re done, you’re done.
Hoseok won’t make you weak and you can’t falter now, not after everything you’ve gone through to be the person that you are now. Your story with them ended a long time ago, there’s no reason for you to return to the pages and read them all over again. Because no matter how many times you read the same book over and over again, it will always end the same. You cannot expect a different ending.
There’s no need to shed unwanted tears when you’ve already expected the outcome.
Yet as you walk on without the slightest hint of hesitation in your steps, Hoseok watches you silently from behind, a yearning left in him which he knows he cannot act upon, and even after you disappear around the corner, his gaze never leaves just as it always was.
But this time he lets you go. He doesn’t try to hold you back and doesn’t call after you.
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“Boss looks pissed, what’d you do this time?” Dasom whispers as she watches you walk into the mansion with purpose in your feet and a scary expression resting on your face. No one has the guts to speak to you when you’re like this so she approaches your incomptetent second in command instead.
Mingyu gives her an offended glare. “How dare you?”
“Everyone knows you love pushing her buttons.”
“I just have guts unlike some people,” he says almost as if trying to irk you on purpose is something he should be proud of. Dasom levels a glare his way and he answers with a shrug. He crosses his arms against his chest as both their eyes follow your figure while standing still from the entrance way. “Wouldn’t anyone be pissed after a meeting with their ex-husband?” Mingyu asks.
“Hm.”
“And she may have also met with Jung Hoseok as well,” he says. “Though why would that piss her off? If anything, shouldn’t it have alleviated some anger?”
“Boss hates weaknesses.”
“So he triggered some memories she’d rather leave behind.”
“Shouldn’t you know that more than anyone?”
With that question asked, Mingyu let out a small chuckle as he begins to walk off. “Of course not. I don’t know her as well as little Yuna does. Speaking of, she’s probably already on her way to calm boss down.”
“It still surprises me how fearless Yuna is.” Another voice joins in on the conversation and the two of them turn to find the first hacker recruited into the team; Choi Yeonjun. He was once a small little boy with eyes as fierce as that of a wild stray who knew no master. Now he follows you well, eyes always bored and filled without emotions, just like his own master. He stands tall from where he emerged, eyes traveling down the hallway you walked through. Him and Yuna are one in the same, both loyal wolves whose eyes only live for you.
“Anyone else would just leave boss alone,” Yeonjun says.
“Well.” Mingyu shrugs as he begins walking away once more. “We all know boss has a soft spot for the little one, whether she wants to admit it or not.” He laughs. “That stubborn little thing.”
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“My lady.”
You lay flat on your back, your feet still touching the floor as your legs bend in the knees from where you lay on your bed. Your arms lay straight by your side, hair flared all over, with eyes staring aimlessly at the ceiling above.
The silence echoes on for a while as Yuna stands in the room, a bite on her lower lip as your brows furrow, wondering what could be on your mind. The steps in your feet sounded angry just moments before and now that you’re completely silent, telling her dead on just how pissed off you must be. You’re a silent angry type.
But at least you haven’t demanded her to leave.
So Yuna stays, waiting and waiting as she always does until you can speak again.
“Yuna.”
And when you do, she’s at your side in an instant.
You sit up from your bed, the covers dark with red, and let out a heavy sigh that’s filled with frustration. She doesn’t see anything, her eyes blinded with the blindfold wrapped around her head, but Yuna knows more than anyone the expression you have on your face.
You take a moment before another sigh escapes your lips, this time softer, shorter, and she knows you must have an annoyed, bored expression on you.
“Come here.”
You feel a dip in the bed and she feels your head resting silently on your shoulder.
No words fall from your lips after that, the silent completely engulfing the room. But no words are needed out of the two of you. Yuna doesn’t have to say a thing to comfort you, she doesn’t have to speak because she knows, she understands that her presence alone can help you relieve some stress.
And for that, the silence stretches on for the longest time until she hears your slow breathing, long and quiet, and knows that you’ve fallen asleep.
Even after she tucks you in, she remains by your side just as she’s always done. Your first ever loyal follower who never made an attempt to shatter your trust.
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Eyes widening, brows arched upwards, and with a mouth slightly held agap, Namjoon stares at the paper before him with disbelief. That was before his hands began to tremble well with a tight knuckled grip and questions arose before the rest of them at the anger that flashes in the boss’s eyes.
“What is it?” Yoongi asks and the paper is handed to him forcibly. He reads the content, brows creasing with suspicion before passing it on to the rest of them to have a look. “A paper proof isn’t proof at all,” he says to Namjoon. “Anyone could have altered his face and faked an employment record.”
“Hand me the flash drive.” When it’s handed to him, he immediately plugs it into his computer and let the video play for itself.
There before their eyes, is video evidence of a security footage showcasing the very man Namjoon has been searching for his whole life. He looks as young as he did the last time Namjoon saw him, a face he knows he can never mistake with anyone else.
“Who’s that little girl?” Jungkook asks, eyes narrowing at the small figure beside Namjoon’s brother.
“That must be Y/N,” Seokjin says and they watch carefully at the repeated video footage, at the little girl who smiles so brightly, her hair short to your shoulders and holding onto a book as she speaks happily to the man dressed in a butler suit, smiling down at her with the same compassionate eyes Namjoon always remembered them to be.
“So she was telling the truth.”
“No, this could have been altered too. Taehyung, take a look at it.”
“Right.”
As the others talk amongst themselves, Hoseok stands there in the midst of it all, eyes unable to leave the sight of the little girl in the video. Such a small little thing, smiling sweetly, eyes as pure and innocent as they were when he had loved you then.
He remembers the eyes days before, that bored expression, emotions left unseen no matter how much he searched, hoping it was all just a dream and you weren’t just looking at him in such a light — or the lack thereof.
There was so much darkness in them, different from the girl he remembers, from the little girl in that video. You used to look at him like he was the sun, but now he’s just another insignificant person in your life meant to pass by and not stay forever. You held no feelings, nothing, and was even strong enough to kill a person close to you.
You killed someone and he’s sure you’ve killed some more.
What happened to you? What happened to that girl he once knew?
“Hoseok.”
He looks up to find six pairs of eyes staring straight at him, and Hoseok remains silent as he knows just what those eyes are asking him. His brows furrow but he suppresses his anger because of the conflicted position he’s been placed into once again, just as he was ten years ago.
Them, or you.
Yet the answer is always clear, always the same.
He cannot love you when you belong to the Reapers. He cannot betray his own kingdom for yours. He has to abandon his feelings for you, bury them alive, for it to never fester ever again. Ten years ago he lived a lie, numb to almost everything, yet he still loved the guys so he couldn’t completely hate them for what they had done.
Ten years later and you return to his life once more.
What are his feelings now? Does he still love you all the same?
No. It isn’t the same.
He still cares but it isn’t the same as it was then. This is different, almost as if seeing your first love once again and knowing how you felt in those moments you loved them. He cares, he cares, and he will always have love for you, but right now his feelings are confusing and Hoseok doesn’t know what to think.
He walks away from his position, towards the door, while knowing all too well of the eyes that follow him.
But for now Hoseok ignores them. Bangtan and the Reapers are enemies now, playing as allies in your own little game.
He doesn’t know what to think.
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“Boss, I’m sorry I couldn’t—”
The door pushes wide open with stomping feet rushing right in, almost knocking the man off his feet but he keeps his balance, brows furrowing. Then one by one, your soldiers are instantly at your side with protective stances ready to lung at the intruding members.
Yuna at your left, Mingyu on your right, with Dasom frowning deeply as she loads her gun.
You hold a hand up and everyone halts at your command.
“Y/N.”
Laying on the side of the newly made throne meant just for you, you let out a deep, exasperated sigh at Namjoon’s call as you make the effort to move in order to sit correctly for the guests you now have to entertain.
Seven of them are right there before your eyes, glares leveling your way saved by Hoseok who simply has on an unreadable face, and your eyes glint with slight amusement.
“I assume you got my message?” You say with a leg folding over the other, an elbow resting on the arm of your throne, with your head leaning against a fist. “So then, Mr. Kim, are you here to take my head or come in the conditions of our alliance?”
What arrogance.
Mingyu revels in how you enjoy playing with the people who had cast you aside. A smirk tugs at his lips as he knows just how much fun you’re having creating an amusement park with all the people who were allied with your father, with you playing as the master of ceremonies and tugging at everyone’s heartstrings of weaknesses.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here.” Namjoon scowls your way yet you’re unfazed by his glare.
You used to be so scared of him, now everything’s just entertainment for you.
“Am I?” You ask, even laughing a little. “So then, what do you say? Would you like to play along in this little revenge game of mine?”
He’s silent for a moment but you know Namjoon didn’t come here barging into the Reapers house, knowing just how much he’s outnumbered, without an already made up decision ready for you.
He takes out a piece of paper and throws it towards you where it flies for a few seconds before falling onto the floor. You don’t have to look at it to know what his answer is and a smirk plays on your lips.
“There’s a party I’d love for all of you to attend, held in just a few weeks.”
Namjoon narrows his gaze. “A party? For what?”
“My debut,” you say. “No one outside some trusted allies knows of my existence because father hid me very well. It’s time the dark society knows that the Reaper died and his daughter has taken over the throne. It’s time they know who Y/N is.”
