→ summary: they were dangerous. she knew that, and yet, she continues to hunt them. and this? this is her retribution.
→ pairings: jeon jungkook/fem!reader, kim namjoon/oc
→ tw: blood, gore, death, heavy themes, everything that comes with a mafia au, sad themes, possible depression not in this chappie tho, check the warnings on each chapter i decided to write this at 3am so it might get an actual plot at some point lmao
→ a/n: quarantine got to me and i finally decided to start the mafia au i put off for s o long. pls like this y'all lmao.....woohooo also check the warnings per chapter bc i decided to do this at 3am and i'm out here no knowing what the plot is also fem reader. also i know bts is literally bulletproof boy scouts but yes there is a female member (my oc).
→ disclaimer: this is not an accurate depiction of bts and anyone else mentioned in this fic. this is also not an accurate depiction of seoul’s police department, government, and any other institutions mentioned in this fic.
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Y/N first realizes that it’s a Bangtan killing. There’s nothing she sees other than the body, but as soon as she flipped it over the beta symbol shows itself. It’s bright red against the pallid skin of the man, and it’s tiny; they always hid it, and she always found it.
This was the work of the leaders, she notes. There’s nothing at all, not even the shell of a bullet for them to trace. They were perfect killers. Although Y/N and her team had found evidence, they controlled what she knew. Bloodied knives that revealed nearly nothing, untraceable matches leading to a shadowy arson, discarded guns with no secrets to reveal.
Bangtan Sonyeondan has eluded capture by her precinct for years. The whole precinct knew every member. Two leaders, six core members, and the rest of the lesser known mafia. Despite the corruption running rampant, the desperation for BTS to be caught had rapidly grown.
When Y/N brought her idea up to her superiors, she was quickly dismissed. The dangers surrounding attending a mafia meeting were too great, supposedly, and they weren’t eager to lose their lead investigator.
It was infuriating.
Y/N was trained, and she was sure she would get valuable information for simply watching it. It wasn’t everyday any BTS members came out of their hiding spots, and she wasn’t eager to give up the chance.
Y/N decided to try again, stringing Sejin along for good measure. He’d been helpful, and despite her disinterest in working with him, she was willing to do *most things* to achieve that goal. That, unfortunately, included working with Sejin.
Later, Y/N decides Sejin is possibly the worst person she could have chosen.
Y/N and Sejin first talk to Bang Si-Hyuk. If they manage to get his approval, she could easily pass through the rest of the higher-ups. They were pretty trusted by him, she thought, it wouldn’t be too hard, hopefully.
Y/N glanced at Sejin, who nodded for her to go on. They stood outside Bang Si-Hyuk’s office, his name printed on a black plaque hanging in the window. She knocked, tapping her foot nervously, waiting for him to open the door.
“Sejin, Y/N, come on in.” Mina motioned them inside. They glanced at each other, surprised that she was there. Since Mina had been injured in action, she hadn't made an appearance at the police station in awhile.
“Nice to see you again, Commissioner Myoui. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Y/N hears Sejin talk behind her as they enter the office. She opts to sit down across instead.
“We,” Y/N starts, quickly glancing at her friend, “were looking for authorization for an undercover ops on Bangtan.”
“Hitman” bang, as they called him, looked oddly calm, as if he’d been expecting her to say so. A few moments of silence engulfed the room, before he finally spoke up.
“Bangtan? As in, Bangtan Sonyeondan? You have a location on them?” Si-hyuk asked, sounding genuinely surprised. Y/N nodded hesitantly, looking back and forth between the commissioner and her captain. He had the surprised he lacked in his original expression, she noted. That was weird, but she quickly dismissed it as nothing more than her imagination.
“Well then, you certainly have my approval. Chances like these certainly must not be wasted.” Si-Hyuk smiled lightly, nodding. He pulled a paper from a drawer, quickly signing it and handing it over to Y/N. It was official documentation for an operation, signed and stamped by the captain. Y/N cheered internally, her quest finally complete.
She stood up again and bowed slightly in thanks. Y/N waited until he dismissed her, before stepping out the office again, Sejin close behind.
“I’ll be on call if you need my help later tonight. Good luck, Y/N, you’ll need it.” Sejin said to her, smiling lightly. He nodded to her before walking off, assumedly back to his desk, which was in the opposite direction to hers.
Sejin was one of the most loyal people she’d ever meet, as Y/N later learned.
→ a/n: alright that’s the end of chapter 1 woooooohooooooo also next chapter we see our mafia bbs uh i just realized that the title could be perceived badly bc of what’s going on rn but i swear it’s just a title that has little to nothing to do with the actual world. all due respect to 911 operators, and the name is just to do with the one thing i planned out for this...
→ wc: 687 (next chapters will be longer hopefully)
→ summary: they were dangerous. she knew that, and yet, she continues to hunt them. and this? this is her retribution.
→ pairings: jeon jungkook/fem!reader, kim namjoon/oc
→ tw: blood, kidnapping, needles, mentions of the mafia, continue to check warnings on each chapter pls.
→ a/n: alright this one is significantly longer nice. quick explanation for my oc being in there: i wanted to explore the dynamics with a female leader. if y’all have more questions abt the oc feel free to send asks!! i like responding to people and i know my writing can be confusing lmao. finally, all my respect goes to 911 operators and emergency responders, your work is incredibly hard and the title is not meant to demean that in any way.
→ wc: 1.8k
→ disclaimer: this is not an accurate depiction of bts and anyone else mentioned in this fic. this is also not an accurate depiction of seoul’s police department, government, and any other institutions mentioned in this fic.
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Sejin wasn’t totally sure how Y/N had gotten their location, but he trusted Namjoon and Hannah. They were smart, and if Y/N was going to witness something he was sure it wouldn’t be enough to do anything to them. Bang PD also approved it, so hopefully nothing would really go wrong.
Instead of returning to his desk, he decided to go talk to his friends. Sejin signed out of the police precinct, supposedly heading home for the day.
Their house was a little far off from the main city, so Sejin first stopped at a small convenience store to grab some snacks and a bottle of water. The trip had never been an enjoyable one, as it wasn’t easy to find something so carefully hidden from the public.
Sejin arrived in two and a half hours.
“Sejin! You didn’t text any of us?" Jungkook exclaimed as he opened the door. The youngest was usually the most energetic, eyes bright and happy. Sejin smiled slightly, exhaustion clear in his eyes.
“I was busy, the investigation is picking up some speed.” Sejin says, stepping into the house. It’s loud, as usual, but it seemed that most of the noise was centralized. At least it wouldn’t be hard to ask them, before they supposedly went out. Jungkook nodded solemnly before he directed Sejin towards where they were probably sitting.
They were all gathered together, arguing over a movie they’d watched.
Looking at them, no one would have ever guessed they were deadly killers, the forces behind the most powerful mafia in Seoul. They seemed far too normal for that. He stood awkwardly against the doorframe, unsure what to do.
Namjoon and Hannah, both as observant as ever, noticed him quickly. They motioned him over, pointing to an open space on the couch. He walked over, dropping his bag next to his feet.
“I suppose our darling investigator is attending?” Hannah says, ignoring the commotion in the room. Namjoon stayed quiet, opting to simply smile at him instead. Sejin nods, suspicions confirmed. They’d masterminded Y/N’s discovery of their location, and they’d effectively stopped the whole operation against them.
“All of you are going? It’s not important, is it?” Sejin can’t help worrying about their safety. They’ve come so far from where he first seen them, so much so that it would be devastating for them to be caught now. Yet, they didn’t seem worried, almost as if they thought they were invincible.
In some ways, they really are.
“It’s a little important, I guess. Either way, it doesn’t really matter. She won’t be going back.” Namjoon speaks, and Sejin could have been terrified of the switch in Namjoon’s behaviour. He smiles quietly, settling down.
They have a little time before they all have to leave for the Incheon docks. Sejin relishes the little time he has with his friends. It isn’t often he sees them like this. Jungkook can laugh freely, Jimin finally smiles, and none of them are burdened with the weight of their past.
Then the clock hit 9pm, and they changed.
Namjoon and Hannah, ever the vigilant leaders, stood up and silenced the room. They slowly filed out of the room, still chatting animatedly. Sejin followed them out, waving goodbye as he walked back towards his own car.
They drove out to the Bukseong docks, one of their favourite spots for meetings. It was relatively open, but sheltered enough for them to feel comfortable.
Meanwhile, Y/N had headed home too. She’d been confident earlier, but anxiety was rapidly creeping in. She hadn’t known Sejin for long, so she knew nothing about him. Whether or not he was trustworthy was a large question mark.
Y/N set herself to work, getting her mind off her future task.
Before she realized it, the clock hit nine pm. The two hours had passed quickly, her distractions apparently working. Her anxiety decided to spike, forcing Y/N to sit right back down for a minute while she recovered. As soon as she’d managed to start breathing again, she grabbed her prepped bag and headed out the door.
It didn’t take her long to arrive at Bukseong, and it’d only taken her a couple minutes to find a suitable area for her to keep watch. She’d found her way onto a shack-like building situated right behind a building. Y/N had made sure she couldn’t be seen, but she could still hear the conversation and see most of the site.
The soft colours of the setting sun were a calming backdrop for what she would witness.
Y/N tensed as she heard the tell-tale sounds of cars approaching. Judging by the amount she could hear, she assumed this wasn’t Bangtan. From what she’d gathered, this was the other mafia, but she didn’t recognize them.
She decided not to look out yet. Her investigation was on BTS, not whoever this was, so it wouldn’t be good if her position was discovered so quickly. As far as she knew, cops weren’t taken too kindly, even if they were working for the mafia.
Around 10 minutes later, she could hear the soft rumble of two cars pulling up. Y/N finally decided to look out slightly, careful to keep her balance so she wouldn’t fall off the roof.
Two black SUVs were lined up. First to step out are both from the first car. A man in his mid-20s with silver hair, and a woman, also in her mid-20s and black hair, are the two. These are the leaders, Y/N notes. Even from where she’s hidden, she can feel the air of confidence and sheer power they exude.
Three other members exited from the same car. The first one had brown hair and the other two both had black. Automatically, Y/N tensed when she spotted the leaders whispering to the other two. The brown-haired one had glanced around quickly, surveying the area. As his eyes seemed to pass over her, she took a deep breath to calm herself.
From the other car, the remaining four members exit. In the quartet, two have black hair, while two have blonde hair. Y/N grimaced, realizing that despite the year she’d spent on this case, she couldn’t really identify or name any of them. To be fair, neither could anyone else, but that still got on her nerves.
How could it not? She’d been so invested for so long.
Y/N snapped out of her thoughts as the groups began approaching each other. She had a better view of the Bangtan members now, so she decided to take the time to examine each one.
From where she’s sat, she could hear bits and pieces of the discussion. It isn’t exactly clear what everyone’s names are, but she picked up the name Namjoon and Hannah. The female was obviously Hannah, but it’d be a wild guess as to who Namjoon was.
The leaders, Hannah and the silver-haired man, were standing in the middle. Hannah was the shortest out of all of them, although that wasn’t saying much considering they all were tall. She had long, flowing, black hair, and she was dressed pristinely. She’d only managed to spot semi-formal clothing before Hannah had turned away from her, and she could only tell she was wearing a beige trench coat with black jeans.
The other one, the man she'd dubbed simply dubbed “silver hair,” was similarly dressed. Beige trench coat, and as far ar Y/N could tell, all black clothing. His hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, the silver color heavily accentuated by the full moon. There wasn’t much Y/N would be able to distinguish about him if she ever saw him on the streets. Anyone could have silver hair, and she hadn’t seen anything before they’d turned away.
The three from the first car had ended up standing off to the same side. They were obviously relaxed, although the brown-haired one kept glancing around, giving Y/N a slight view of his face. He had high cheekbones, and his eyes were surprisingly soft. She unconsciously split his face into two halves: the top half, which radiated a kind soul, and the bottom half, signs of a hardened criminal.
From where she was sitting, the last three members were slightly obscured by the building. With the dark clothes and black hair, Y/N wasn’t sure she’d be able to distinguish anything anyways. With that, she refocused on the conversation, not noticing that there was only 7 members standing there, rather than the 8 that had arrived.
It was chaotic in the drive to the docks. Yoongi had lost track of how many times he’d threatened the trio that he would crash their very expensive car. Namjoon and Hannah would kill him, but it was probably worth it. They were fighting over who’d get to sneak off, although it had already been determined it was going to be Jungkook. Sometimes Yoongi would look in the mirror and he’d be surprised he still looked his age.
It wasn’t much better in the other car. The duo had been barely managing to keep everyone calm inside their car. Hannah had long since tuned out whatever they were now fighting over, instead opting to take a nap. Imagine her surprise when she’s woken up by Hoseok, who was complaining a little loudly about how his hair was messed up. Silently, she turned around, roughly brushing his hair back to its original position.
Everyone had spotted the sparkling sea, and they'd subsequently sobered up dramatically. Both cars had quickly fallen silent, despite the sound from before.
Hannah and Namjoon had stepped out first. She'd proceeded to nudge Hoseok, whispering about finding the investigator. Once they’d noticed the slight movement of someone behind a building, Hoseok motioned for Jungkook to move.
Neither Hannah nor Namjoon were paying much attention to the conversation. It wasn’t that important, as the main goal of this meeting was to get the investigator, not do any important deal. Namjoon kept an eye out for Jungkook in the shadows, carefully watching for his movement.
Y/N reaches for her phone as the world darkens around her.
Jungkook later admitted that she was cute. At the present moment however, he’s annoyed that he’s been selected for this honor. As strong as he was, it wasn’t easy to drag dead weight. He managed, though it was with no small amount of cursing.
Yoongi’s car was chosen, since they had one more space, and they technically had the stronger members. So Jungkook dropped her in the middle seat, and Taehyung bound her hands and feet together tightly. Jimin put a cloth to the wound at her head, stopping the blood from flowing onto the seats.
Before they arrived at their house, Jungkook had to anesthetize her, since they weren’t really supposed to cause permanent damage. They placed her in the White Room, waiting for her to wake up.
→ a/n: the white room is basically a holding cell that they call the white room ironically, cause it’s literally never white. also if u wish to be tagged simply ask, but i’m not sure this series is good enough reEe. feel free to ask any questions, this chapter had a lot of pov switches.
alright so i’m starting my sophomore year of uni in 3 days, and i’m going to be pretty busy with classes and such. i’m still going to be posting whenever i can, but since i’m pretty heavily loaded up on classes i won’t have much time to be updating all my works.
so i’m going to be putting 911, what’s your emergency? on hiatus.
i’m currently not too sure where the story is going, so i’m going to leave it until i have a better idea.
a couple of other works i was planning on getting out will also be pushed back. all parts of late night wine will still be published. ‘til death do us part will also be published. everything else is a little unclear whether or not it’ll be published, but these two are confirmed.
uhh i’m considering releasing headcanons for 911WYE and ‘til death do us part, so (possibly) look out for that!!
