These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
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He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
Though, you hadnât always used this as an escape. At least, he didnât think so. Not with the way you used to laugh and joke with him in that very spot maybe 5 or 6 years ago. Before they stole that ecstatic grin from your face, your eyes squinting slightly at the corners. When was the last time he saw that smile on your face?
He winced at the sight of your bare fists hitting the punching bag with a concerningly loud thud, feeling as though he could hear your knuckles splitting at this very moment.
The entire scenario drudged up a memory that typically remained buried deep in his subconscious â it hurt too much to think that he might have witnessed the turning point of your entire character.
Heâd found you almost exactly like this.
He knew something was wrong as soon as you returned home.
If he didnât know from personal experience, your silence was telling enough. The way you kept scratching at your hands, breaths shakily leaving your lips. He hadnât ever seen you so uneasy, so fearful.
It fucked you up, witnessing your first murder.
It was a mistake letting you out of his sight before he could make sure you were okay. Because as soon as he went to his room to clean up, he couldnât find you anywhere.
You werenât in your room, werenât in anyone elseâs room, werenât in any of the bathrooms.
He made it through almost the entire property before he noticed light coming through the cracks of the gym door from the end of the hallway.
He didnât know anyone else that came back from something physically taxing just to work out more.
When he entered the room, you didnât even respond to his presence.
Instead, your gloves hit the punching bag in a flurry of movements, but thatâs not what stuck out to him.
What he was entirely focused on was the tears streaking down your face, your teeth biting into your bottom lip hard enough that he was sure you must be bleeding.
He had planned to quietly approach you to get your attention, not wanting to add to the anxiety you were already feeling. But before he could take one step, you ended your movements with one big punch, accompanied by a noise somewhere between a sob and a shriek before whipping the gloves to the ground.
He couldnât help the way he jumped, but as soon as he saw you muffle a scream into your hands, it was as though he was on autopilot.
You jumped when his hands made contact with your shoulders, but you didnât resist when he pulled you into his arms, cradling your head as you shook like a leaf. Luckily, that meant you didnât see the way his eyes teared up, too.
âYoongi,â you choked out, tears wetting his shirt as you gripped his waist weakly.
âI know,â he whispered, staying silent as you cried, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your back. He wished he could do more, but the reality was that he couldnât fix this for you.
He would just have to be there.
He didnât know how long he stood there â long enough for him to feel the strain of holding up your weight. But he hardly noticed.
Eventually, you settled down enough to pull away slightly, his own pained gaze meeting yours. Your faces were close enough for him to fully take in the red of your eyes behind the glassiness of your tears.
âHow?â you breathed, taking a moment to wipe at your eyes before looking back at him imploringly. âHow do you do it?â
Your question caught him off guard, his mind wracking for something to say. You didnât say exactly what you meant, but he was sure he could guess.
How can you keep killing? How do you live with the guilt?
âI have to.â
A cheap answer, even if it was true. There wasnât a chance that he could escape this life, not now. Not when he was next in line for the family inheritance. Failure to work meant death â Bangtan had no shortage of means to take him out within days of running away.
With the way your face fell even as you nodded, you were very clearly not satisfied with his answer. But the reality was that he couldnât tell you what you wanted to hear â that it went away, that you stopped caring, that it got better.
Because it didnât - you just got better at blocking out your humanity. Was that considered âbetterâ?
âI didnât even do it,â you murmured, looking at your hands with a shaky breath. âI didnât even pull the trigger and it hurts. It hurts so much. He looked so afraid...â
âIâm sorry,â he said quietly, taking your trembling hands into his own. âYouâll get better at blocking it out.â
You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath, your hands breaking free from his own to rub roughly at your face. You stayed like that long enough to concern him, but you turned around before he could reach out for you.
Your hands clenched into fists at your side, and at first, he thought you were about to cry again. Until he heard your voice.
âIâll get better at blocking it out,â you said, voice almost robotic, entirely defeated. Devoid of emotion. But the feelings werenât gone. Youâd just buried them as you always did. âYou're right.â
It should have scared him then, but he thought it was normal for you. Everyone dealt with pain differently, and you always tended to retreat into yourself when something greatly upset you. But you always came back to him the next day, smiling with a hop in your step as if it never happened.
Until you didnât.
If he could go back and change that day, he would do it in a heartbeat. Heâd spent endless nights replaying that scenario in his head, wondering what he could have said, what he could have done to make it better.
But he couldnât change the past, couldnât fix his mistakes. He could only be there for you now, would only offer what you would accept. And maybe one day youâd open up to him again.
The sound of a pained hiss as your fist hit the bag broke him free of his thoughts. He sighed deeply â you must have split your knuckles. In fact, it would be a wonder if you hadnât dislocated a finger by now.
Straightening up, he stuck his hands in his pockets as though he had just casually walked into the room. Doing his best to dispel the sadness and regret, he called out to you.
hey everyone - as you may or may not have noticed, iâve been pretty quiet on this site lately.
to be honest, itâs mostly because iâve been having a really rough go of things recently, so i havenât had the energy to interact much on this site. i promise iâm not ignoring your asks or messages or tags on purpose, and that i will get respond to everything when iâm feeling better. thatâs a promise and guarantee!
iâll probably maintain my radio silence for a while longer while i sort myself out mentally.Â
iâm still working on some fics, and still making plans for future fics. this isnât a writing hiatus by any means - more that iâm not pushing myself to interact on here while iâm struggling a bit.
thank you to those who have sent me kind messages over the holidays. i hope youâre having an amazing holiday season and a happy new year soon!
I just wanted to give a thank you to everyone who sent in milestone requests!! I selected 1 prompt using a randomizer and I'll be working on that one after my holiday collab is complete!
I don't want to give out too many clues but I can confirm that it's a Yoongi fic and will probably be under 5k.
Depending on how busy I am early next year, I may do another request after writing Fractured pt 4.
Thanks again for participating!! I love seeing all of your amazing ideas â€â€
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
â
He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
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He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
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He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
KHARLIIII đđ thank u as always for reading!!! Writing that memory hurt me too, I'm so attached to these characters and this is only the beginning.
summary: Yoongi takes his baby out to sing karaoke the night before Christmas with the two Seoks. Itâs a riot with drunken caroling (read: hollering) but heâs so in love that he doesnât care.
a/n: My part of the SNOWLLAB with a super lovely bunch. Pls do yoself a favor and read everyoneâs stories when they drop cause I promis itâll be amazing. <3 A big thank you to Willow for pulling this crew together. A big thank you to Willow for the prompt inspo. A big thank you to Willow for creating the banner. A big thank you to Willow for beta reading my lil story and fixing up all the lil pieces and praising meâŠ.. So basically this is one big love letter to Willow. Thanks for being the best and most amazing little holibean đđ
Here he is now, currently regretting his inability to ever say no to your whims as he watches you skip with a couple of slips and twisted ankles along the way to the front of the small darkened room and snatch the mic off its stand. Youâre bent over the karaoke machine, clumsily swiping the screen to find the song you want. After several more swipes, you squeal excitedly⊠and then he hears it. The reason for your excitement. The all too familiar jingling of church and sleigh bells elicits an embarrassed groan from him. You turn to face your small audience and after taking an unreasonably deep breath, you close your eyes and sing.
âI⊠donât want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I needâŠâ
âSing it girl!â Hoseok cheers, thrusting a newly opened glass bottle into the air.
âAaall I want for ChristmasâŠâ
âWHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?!â Hoseok shrieks over the music.
ââŠiiiiiiss YOOOOUUâŠNGIII!!!â You hunch over to belt out the last note and your hair falls over your face but he doesnât need to see you to know your features are scrunched up in order to sing past your lung capacity.
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
â
He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
â
He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
â
He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
wow, talk about a punching bag (iâm the punching bag in this situation, emotional punching bag to be exact, taking hit after hit with your beautiful writing and top tier angst. this is really such a well developed story, ash, and i am so excited to dive deeper into this world with each chapter)Â
WILLOW your kind words always make me feel 10000x better about my fics, thank you so much as always â€â€â€ I can't wait to explore these characters some moreeee
These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
Let me know if youâd like to be tagged!
â
He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
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These bonus chapters are not essential to understanding the main plot of the series. However, they exist to expand upon the backstories of different characters and give insight into their relationships.
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of guns/violence/death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Rating: 18+
Summary: Youâd always known something was strange and different about your âfamily,â but it wasnât as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the next part of this series, life has been super super hectic! I debated whether I wanted to post part 4 before or after this bonus chapter, but for the sake of characterization and the fact that I know some of you guys are interested, I decided to do this first. But donât worry â part 4 will be coming soon regardless!
Chronologically, this chapter takes place from Yoongiâs perspective in Chapter 2.Â
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He didnât even plan to go to the gym. But for some reason, the loudest room somehow had the worst soundproofing in the entire house.
He had only gone outside for a quick breather before heading up to rest, but muffled grunts reached his ears before he made it anywhere near the stairs.
There was no question who they belonged to, and his body turned back toward the gym door before heâd even consciously decided to take a look. Not that there was ever any chance that he would leave you there alone.
He was sure you would hate that he felt the need to check on you, but he couldnât help it. You had a habit of going too hard too fast and suffering for it later. He told himself that it was investigating for everyoneâs best interest â that you had a mission at dawn, and you needed to be fully intact and rested. Not because his heart lurched at the notion of you suffering in there alone, pushing your body past its limit with that empty, lost look in your eyes.
Sneaking in without catching your attention was easy. He doubted that slipping in through the door and silently closing it behind him was even necessary. Not with the way you were going at that punching bag, your forehead glistening with sweat. He couldnât fully see your expression from his angle, but with the way your jaw was clenched, face screwed up almost to hold back tears, he doubted you were fully present.
It wasnât his first time finding you like this. Sometimes youâd run laps. Sometimes youâd do so many push-ups his body hurt just looking at you. Sometimes heâd even find you shooting target after target in the shooting range one building over.
But more than anything, you boxed.
Youâd told him once that the repetitive sound of glove on punching bag lulled you into the best trance.
With the way your words hit him in the gut that day, perhaps he would have been better off not asking.
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