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Bad Cop Chronicles | MYG - Masterlist

LAST UPDATE: 5/1/22

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, angst, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Change from chapter to chapter - please check each carefully!

Word Count: 12k (COMPLETED)

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don't own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Yoongi would do anything for his daughter. No matter who might get hurt.

Part 1 - Anything

Part 2 - Everything

Part 3 - Something

Part 4 - Nothing

Part 5 - Fight or Flight

Part 6 - Burning Down

Part 7 - Ashes Falling

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Everything | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, rough sex, choking, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)

Word Count: 499

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You'll do anything to capture your target. But letting yourself get this close means you could lose everything.

A/N: Remember that lil' bad cop Dad!Yoongi fic I wrote a few weeks ago, thanks to @minttangerines prompt? Well, he's back, and this time reader's gotten herself a wee bit entangled.

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 1 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 3

Of your many skills, one in particular made you a top undercover agent for the Bureau.

It’s not your sharpness, your intuition, or the fact that you’re a hell of a shot. No, your greatest strength lies in how you connect to your targets, getting close enough to learn all their dirty little secrets in order to take them down.

In all your years on the force, you’ve never gotten this close to anyone before.

Yoongi groans as he slides into your enveloping heat. You urge him closer, deeper. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.” The pet name falls sweetly from his lips as his hips snap into yours.

For such a reserved man, it was all too easy for you to infiltrate his world. Posing as his daughter’s teacher gained you his trust. A few conversations at morning drop-off, a sympathetic hand on the arm when he discussed being a single father at a parent-teacher conference, a coffee and a dinner and now here you are, in his home, writhing against his silk sheets while he thrusts into you.

Sleeping with a target is a line you’ve never crossed. It’s risky. One wrong step could cost you everything. But you've run the calculations. You can handle this. You just need to stay focused. 

Just remember. You can’t be compromised. You’re steel. Difficult to bend, even harder to break.

Yoongi captures your mouth with his. The kiss catches you by surprise, so tender, a marked contrast to the way he fucks you so roughly. Your hands release their grip on his sheets to card through his dark hair, trying to hold him close. As he pulls away, pounding you into the bed, he smirks. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? So quiet. Gonna make me fuck the sounds out of you?” He lifts one of your legs, kissing your ankle. “I promise I can.”

In response to the slight change in angle, you moan, and he winks. “Told you.” 

Your fingernails dig into his arm, guiding it until his hand curls around your neck. “Well, better keep going.” 

Midnight. Yoongi snores lightly as you slip from bed. A lock of hair falls in his handsome face, and without thinking you reach out, tucking it behind his ear. Grey threads have begun to wind themselves through his silky strands. He’s still young enough that the splash of silver is shocking. Just a sign of how much he’s running himself into an early grave with his double life. All for his daughter.

Deep breath. Remember. Steel.

Yoongi’s years as a detective means he knows how to cover his tracks. But just like the other criminals you’ve chased, he’s cocky. Too convinced of his invulnerability. Which means that when you find the safe under the floorboards in his study and crack it open using his daughter’s birthdate, you’re completely unsurprised. 

Until an arm wraps around your waist and a deep voice growls in your ear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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Nothing | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - guns, shootout, someone gets shot, mention of blood, swearing, switching POVs, allusions to murder, Jimin's got a filthy mouth but probably not in the way you'd hope, tattooed Jimin, Jungkook in a police uniform, a lil' pining if you squint, Yoongi is not a good guy here and neither is Jimin (ymmv)

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Everything is falling apart. Will you be left with nothing?

A/N: The calvary has arrived! For both Yoongi and OC. Uhhhh also there are multiple shots fired, and no one here is a Stormtrooper so targets do get hit. 😬

Thanks to @hesperantha for alerting me yesterday to this incredible artwork by artist VermillionOrchid (not sure if they'd like to be tagged in fanfic, so I'm just linking to their gorgeous work!). Max, I was so inspired that I wrote a whole new chapter, so thank you! 💜

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 3 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 5

The Bureau taught you many valuable lessons during your time at the academy. But there was one simple instruction that stood out above the rest: keep calm. An agitated agent is a dead agent. No matter what, always keep calm.

Try telling that now to your heart. 

With a little exertion, you manage to free your hands from Yoongi’s rope. It takes considerably more effort to turn away from where he’s sprawled on the cold cement. Long lashes flutter against pale cheeks as he slumbers, knocked into unconsciousness by your hard head. His flawless skin is marred by splatters of dried blood, like stained porcelain. But you know he’s not as delicate as his beauty would have you believe, so you force yourself to get up, dashing back into his house. You hurriedly dress and grab the box from the safe, stuffing it into the tote bag you sling in your cover as a teacher. On your way back to the garage, you spot Yoongi’s holster, and swiftly pluck a pair of handcuffs from it. 

As you’re crossing the kitchen, there’s a rap on the back door. 

You peek out the window over the sink. A shiny black and white police cruiser is parked in the driveway. 

Yoongi drives an unmarked car. 

Shit.

Slipping your handgun out of your bag, you hold it behind your back as you peer through the peephole, thankful that Yoongi’s paranoid enough to have installed one in his back door. A worried pair of doe eyes greet you. Jungkook is standing on the other side of the door in his uniform, hand resting on his gun where it sits on his hip. 

“Oh thank fuck,” you sigh as you usher him in. “I thought you were off tonight?”

“I swapped shifts with Taehyung. He had some hot date or something,” your partner replies, walking in with his gun drawn and sweeping the room, making sure you’re safe. Any other night, you’d mock him for being overprotective, but the way your heart still rattles in your chest keeps your lips sealed. “You okay?” 

You just nod, not wanting to talk about what happened. Not wanting to remember. “Come on, he’s in here.” 

Thankfully, Yoongi hasn’t moved from where you left him. Quickly, the two of you roll him onto his stomach and snap the cuffs onto his wrists, binding his hands behind his back. He groans as you turn him, but otherwise doesn’t stir. 

“So now what?” Jungkook asks, hands on his knees as he kneels across from you. 

“Now we bring him in. Did you get the lab results back yet?”

Jungkook licks at the corner of his mouth. A bad sign. You’ve been his partner long enough to know all his tells, as much as he’d petulantly insist that he has none. “Yeah, so… all that work to convince Taehyung that I ate the dumplings, instead of smuggling them out of the crime scene, and it turns out that Yoongi only laced the eaten one with the poison because none of the others had any traces. Not a single drop to be found.”

“Goddamn it.” All that effort, for nothing. You’d been hoping for a smoking gun in the form of a poisonous dumpling, but of course it couldn’t be that simple. Still, it had been better for your lab to run the tests, rather than rely on the lab in Yoongi’s precinct. God only knows how many people there are in his pocket. Anyone there could fake the test results for the right price. And Yoongi’s got money to burn. 

Your partner hums in agreement, running his hand through his raven hair. His baby face made it so easy for him to infiltrate the police department, effortlessly selling the lie of a young cadet fresh out of training. But the scar running through his right eyebrow tells a different story. It heralds him as a warrior who has fought many battles, faced death countless times, and won. The scar reminds him who he is when he’s in uniform, staring at his handsome face in the rearview mirror of his police car.

But Jungkook knows that if he’s a warrior, he’s Achilles. He can only pray that no one ever figures out his heel.

As though you can read his thoughts, you catch his eye and smile, but it’s weak, a half-hearted attempt at reassurance that misses the mark, and it only makes his chest ache. 

Jungkook gazes at the kingpin lying on his stomach on the garage floor. He’s seen firsthand how intimidating the man can be. He doesn’t seem so threatening now. “Even without the dumplings, don’t we have enough to put him away?” 

“I hope so. I mean, I know Namjoon’s been working on obtaining the financial records I requested, which hasn’t been easy since Yoongi apparently discovered how to use shell companies in the last year since his empire expanded.” You glance at the still sleeping man, missing the way Jungkook watches your face. If you know all his tells, he surely knows yours, and right now the way you chew your bottom lip makes his stomach twist. “And I’m sure we–”

You both straighten up as you hear it. A door closing in the house. The back door?

Jungkook’s hand is already on his hip. “Da-som?”

You shake your head. Yoongi’s daughter isn’t home. 

Jungkook’s gun is in his hand. Yours is as well as you follow him back into the house, one careful step at a time. There’s no one in the kitchen. 

You motion to your partner, pointing to yourself, then at the ceiling. He nods, understanding your plan to split up and check the floors of the house separately. 

“What the fuck?”

The two of you spin, following the sound of the exclamation to the blond man standing in the doorway to the living room. He wears a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, snake tattoos winding down his forearms to his hands which are gripping a giant duffel bag. There’s a loaded holster tucked under both his arms. 

“Whoa, whoa, don’t shoot!” the man yelps, dropping the bag as he raises his hands above his head.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook shouts back, but you don’t need him to answer. 

“Drop your weapons, Park!” you order him. Goddamn it, you’d completely forgotten that Yoongi had called for a cleanup earlier.

Jimin merely smirks, arms still in the air. “Fuck, I knew that call was for you! I told Yoongi he was making a mistake, dating you. He should’ve gotten rid of you after the first fuck.” His dark eyes skim your figure so slowly, so blatantly that your skin crawls. “Guess the pussy was just too good.”

“Shut your fucking mouth and drop your weapons!” Jungkook growls, taking a step towards the blond. Despite the anger that radiates from your partner, Jimin doesn’t flinch. 

“Relax! I’m just going to reach… for… my… guns,” Jimin speaks in a low, soothing tone, dragging out his sentence as he gingerly lowers his hands. You and Jungkook follow his movements closely with the barrels of your guns.

In the blink of an eye, Jimin draws his weapons and starts firing. 

You dive behind the kitchen island as Jungkook lands beside you. “Shit!” 

“Fuck!” he concurs, head slamming back against the wooden cabinets as bullets continue to whizz by above you. Jimin cackles wildly, shooting holes in Yoongi’s tastefully decorated kitchen. Jungkook leans around the corner, firing off a few rounds. 

“This guy’s a fucking maniac!” your partner yells over the barrage of bullets coming from the blond. 

You shimmy around the side far enough to aim a few shots at Jimin, who promptly hurdles over Yoongi’s couch, seeking cover. Silence. He’s reloading.  

Because the two of you are deep undercover, there’s no one else nearby for you to call for backup. Even if you sound the alarm now, it’ll take too long for the nearest team to reach you. So it’s up to the two of you to end this. 

A frustrated wail sounds from the garage. Yoongi’s awake. Your seditious heart stirs again at the anguish strangling his voice. “Jimin! Get me the fuck out of here!” 

The blond leaps to his feet and bolts for the garage door, sending another deluge of bullets your way. You and your partner huddle against the island until the shooting stops. A quick glance at the door finds it ajar. 

“We gotta go,” Jungkook is already on his feet, tugging you to yours. Any second now, Jimin will have Yoongi out of those handcuffs, and then he’ll find you, and then he’ll - he’ll -

“Hey!” Jungkook is gripping your face. “Come on, we have to go! Now!” 

The two of you scramble out into the driveway. Footsteps pound behind you. Jungkook throws his arm around you, shielding you as best he can as you reach the car. 

A shot rings out. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he falls to his knees.

You scream. 

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Something | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints, mention of choking, reference to previous sex, blood, allusions to murder, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.” 

A/N: Another installment in the BadCop!AU! OC's about to find out what happens when you fuck with Yoongi's money. Spoiler alert: nothing good.

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 2 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 4

“Please! You don’t have to do this.” 

Yoongi finishes binding your wrists to the back of the wooden chair, ignoring your pleas. Stupid. How could he be so fucking stupid?

He whips out his mobile phone from his silk pajama pants pocket and presses a button. A click and a voice. 

“Jimin. I’m going to need a cleanup. Yeah. At home.” 

He snaps the phone shut and sets it on his workbench. Thank god his daughter is sleeping over at a friend’s house tonight, so he can take care of this mess quickly. 

You try again. “Let’s just talk this out. No one needs to get hurt, okay?”

Ha. Too fucking late. 

Yoongi should’ve listened to his head when he met you. It told him you were too good to be true. But no, he’d listened to his dick. And then to his–

“Please. Yoongi.” Your voice is remarkably steady. Probably your training kicking in. The Bureau did a bang-up job with you, Yoongi thinks sullenly. “Listen to me. You can cut a deal. I want to help you. Trust me.” 

You screech as Yoongi suddenly spins in the cramped garage, tossing all the tools cluttering his workbench to the ground with one sweep of his arm. The metal instruments clang on the cement floor as you stare wide-eyed in fear. He sneers as he stalks towards you, bare chest heaving. 

“Trust you?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” He drops to his knees and grabs your ankles, yanking on the rope to tie them tighter to the chair. His face hovers above yours. A scorching fury radiates from him in waves, burning the words forming on your lips to ash. “I did trust you! And look what happened!”

Why had he kept that safe in the house? When he’d awoken to an empty bed, a horrible sinking feeling had stolen over him. He thought for a moment that it had happened again, that he’d been left behind once more. The sight of you in his study brought relief, but it was fleeting. 

As most good things in his life are.

“It was only a matter of time!” you shout, calm replaced by anger, leaning forward, nose bumping against his, making him recoil. “Someone was going to catch you eventually! Why not me? Why not someone who cares about you and Da-”

“Don’t,” he growls, nearly spitting in his rage. “Don’t you fucking say her name.” Everything he did was for his daughter. You could never understand. You didn’t deserve to understand. And you didn’t deserve to even speak her name anymore.

"If you kill me, that won't kill the investigation." Your voice is composed again, but your lip quivers as you speak.

Yoongi smirks, a cold smile that comes nowhere near reaching his eyes. "You just don't get it," he growls. "I run this fucking town. I'm the one with the money. I'm the one with the power. I just need to make you disappear. Then I'll pay a few people in the right places to make this investigation disappear, too."

He didn’t get to where he is without learning which palms to grease. Now that his biggest competition is out of the way, the money’s streaming in so steadily that he should have no problem getting out of this. If he can just do what he needs to do next. 

But he can’t stop thinking about earlier tonight. The expression on your face as he came apart inside you. The way you’d fallen asleep in his arms, sighing his name contentedly. Had any of it been real? Fuck, he’d been such an epic fool, to believe that he could be the king, and provide for Da-som, and maybe, maybe even find l-

He can’t let himself finish the thought, snarling as he reaches out and lays his long fingers around your throat like a heavy collar, thumbs slipping easily into the notch of your collarbones. Only mere hours ago you’d begged him to choke you as he fucked you towards oblivion. You’re trembling now, as you did then, but Yoongi knows it’s a different kind of anticipation. 

“Wait. Please.” He feels your breath catch under his fingertips. “Please.” 

“I can’t let them take her away from me,” he explains, heated glare meeting your frantic gaze, and you nod. 

“I know. But please… Yoongi… I can help you. It doesn’t have to end like this.” 

But it does. Because he knows that if he goes along with you, and turns himself in and strikes a deal, he’ll still lose Da-som. Even if they can stay together, once he confesses, she’ll know exactly who he is. What he is. And she’ll never look at him the same way again. 

He can’t lose her love. If he loses that, he’ll truly have nothing.

“No, I’m afraid it does.” His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.” 

“I know,” you repeat softly, a sad echo, and before he loses his nerve, Yoongi kisses you. He tastes salt on your lips, feels a shudder pass through you, and he breaks away, lowering his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“So am I,” you reply, and he can’t stop himself from peering at you again, heart jolting at the regret he finds reflecting in your eyes. “For this.” 

CRACK

“You bitch!” Yoongi’s hands fly to his nose. Blood streams from his nostrils, veins cut by broken bone thanks to your headbutt. The pain is blinding, but his wrath moreso. With a mad howl, he lunges for you, but you merely crack him again, forehead to forehead. This time, he goes down. 

Inhaling desperately, you watch his prone body for a moment before you start to rock, working up some momentum before throwing yourself onto your back. The chair doesn’t smash completely as you’d hoped, but the back does break off enough for you to slip the rope under the rungs. Contorting your body, you manage to slide your constrained arms under your ass and then bend forward until your chest is pressed against your thighs. As soon as you can feel the rope around your ankles with your fingertips, you work the knot loose enough to slip your feet free.

Kicking the remnants of the chair away, you crawl towards Yoongi’s phone. Bound hands fumble through his contacts until you find the name you need. A click and a voice.

“Sir?” The voice is confused. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s not Yoongi. It’s me.” 

Yoongi moans, stirring slightly, and you hold your breath until he stills again. 

“We need to move.”

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[minisugakoobies]

This is either:

A. The go-to dealer in an 80s ensemble piece

B. The neighborhood loan shark

C. A single dad

D. The senior detective in the squad that lets the new guys be until they fuck up

E. All of the above?

Anything

Members: Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook (no pairings)

Genre: crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+) (for implied murder)

Warnings: mention of poisoning, mention of gun, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)

Word Count: 413

Disclaimers: None, other than I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Yoongi would do anything for his daughter. No matter who might get hurt.

A/N: Luce, sometimes I just can't help myself. You bring me ideas and I just run with them! Thanks for inspiring me again. 💕

Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 2

Yoongi props his feet on his enormous desk, staring at his underlings over his sunglasses. "You lost the evidence."

"Technically, sir, we didn't lose it," Taehyung replies. "Kookie ate it."

Yoongi glances at the youngest member of the police force. His worried doe eyes are fixed on the floor. Yoongi bites back a sigh. "Kook, is this true?"

"I'm sorry! Sir. I didn't realize the dumplings were part of the crime scene! I just - I just thought Taehyung had brought his lunch with him again."

"Hey, that was one time, and - "

With a simple raise of his hand, Yoongi silences the pair. "Well, it would appear that you weren't poisoned like the perp, considering you're here and not lying next to him in the morgue. But Kook, do me a favor - next time you're on a crime scene, try not to eat anything, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Jungkook chirps, relief evident in his big orbs.

"Good. But with the food gone, you're back to square one on figuring out who killed the most powerful drug dealer in the city." Yoongi pauses. "So why are you still sitting here?"

The two men leap to their feet. "Yes, sir, sorry, thank you!" Taehyung barks as they hastily leave his office, closing the door behind them.

Yoongi unbuttons his blazer, running a hand through his long raven-black hair. His beeper buzzes, and he glances at the number. Jimin again. Probably wants to place a wager on the Dolphins game this Sunday. He'll call him later. He hates conducting bookie business on company time. It gets messy.

Picking up the letter lying on his desk, he rereads the number again. So many zeroes. Why did private school have to cost so much? Not that it really matters. He'll go to any lengths to give his daughter the world. She's his everything. Being a single dad is so hard sometimes.

But things should be easier now with his biggest competition out of the way. Thank fuck Yoongi only added the toxin to one dumpling. He'd hate to lose Kook. He and Taehyung sometimes make things hard for Yoongi, but they're sweet kids.

And he'll continue to help them as long as they never find out what Yoongi's been doing in his spare time. His hand slips under his jacket, fingers unconsciously rubbing the grip of his gun as it rests in his holster. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for his daughter.

No matter who gets in his way.

A/N 2: Unbeta’d as usual. Let me know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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[minisugakoobies]

Just finished the last update of your Bad Cop Yoongi series! All the clues!!!! Loved reading this WHILE having my brain create a whole other story as it “fills the blanks” with all the little hints woven in. Looking forward to more!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I love that you're visualizing this little world and putting it all together as you read! Makes me excited to work on the next chapter. Thank you for sending me this lovely message, please have a wonderful day/night! 💕

[minisugakoobies]

"Something" is so good, i'm obsessed!!! It packs such a punch and is so colorful

Yoongi is also hot and oc is a badass - truly a gem to find on my dash 🤩❤️

Oh, anon, this series of messages absolutely made my morning! I’m so delighted that you discovered my BadCop!AU. You are not the only one rooting for the baddies, believe me! 😂 And poor Kook! OC better move fast, because you know Yoongi’s not messing around!

Thank you for taking the time to send me your thoughts! I hope you have a lovely day/night! 💕