Alliance

Author: Cocoa Editor: pffbts

[teddy-bear05]

Ayo

Hey y’all, I’m looking for an editor for my Wattpad story, ‘Born Singer’.

The basics of the story is about a girl who has always been moved around a lot but has always enjoyed musical arts.

One day, there is an invitation from xxxxx entertainment for people to try out to be part of a new group.

I do all of my writing on google docs, so email me at my email [email protected] and name the subject ‘EDITOR BORNSINGER’

thanks for reading this. Lots of love!

Xoxo

-teddy bear 

[teddy-bear05]

Wattpad

Hiiiii, it's your author here!!! I've decided to move my story to Wattpad, sorry for those who like the story and have been waiting for an update. If you want to read the story on Wattpad, here are directions.....

1. Go to the Wattpad app or website

2. Search, cocoa-82

3. Click on my profile

4. Follow me.

5. Click on my story.

6. START READING!!!!!

7. Like the story and feel free to comment.

Thankyou for your support up until now!!!! Love y'all!!!!!

[teddy-bear05]

Leftover Domino’s

Chap 3.

Namjoon’s POV

I blink awake slowly, and realize I’m laying on a large soft bed in a large room that smells like lemon and mint. There’s a little light coming in from in between curtains pulled over large windows and from under a door.

I sit up and since at the pain in my shoulder. I’m not in the clothes I was in yesterday. These clothes are a little baggy on me. There’s a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. I take two aspirin and open the door. I step into a long hallway. I see stairs and head towards them.

“You’re up.”

I jump and spin around, accidentally tripping. I start to fall and use my bad arm the catch me without thinking. I hiss in pain.

“Are you Okay?”

Y/N is crouched down and has her hand on my good shoulder. She looks worried.

“I’m fine,” I say.

She offers her hand to help me up. She immediately pulls away my T-shirt sleeve and checks my bandages.

“You didn’t rip the stitches, which is good. How’re you feeling? You slept through yesterday afternoon and through the night.”

“I’m feeling good,” I answer her. I notice her hair is up in a messy bun, she’s wearing cute glasses, and she has on a pair of sweatpants and a rumpled T-shirt.

“Did you just get up?” I ask.

“About 10 minutes ago. I came out when I heard your door open. How clumsy can you be?”

I smile a little. “The guys have started calling me the God of Destruction.”

“Oof. That’s pretty clumsy,” she says with a little laugh. “Let’s go downstairs. I think we got some food in the fridge for lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“It’s 11:28.”

“Damn, I’m turning into Yoongi,” I says.

She rolls her eyes. “Come on.”

She leads me down the stairs and we take several turns and end up in a huge kitchen.

“Holy sh*t. This place is huge!”

“Thanks. It was part of an inheritance.”

She opens a huge fridge and pulls out a plastic container. I sit down at the raised counter in the center of the kitchen.

“Leftover Domino’s?” She asks.

“I’d eat anything right now,” I answer.

She heats up the food and sits next to me.

“Thankyou,” she says.

“What? I should be thanking you. You took care of my shoulder.”

“You got hurt helping protect Jimin. Thankyou. Thank you for taking care of him. Whenever he leaves to hang out with you guys or to do a clients request, I’m always afraid that he won’t come back. So thank you for keeping him safe.”

Her face is serious as she says this. She really cares for Jimin.

“We’re all family. The moment we all saw each other, there was no rewind, no turning back, no second thoughts. We just knew. We knew that we were all connected in this unexplainable way. Either through pain or through memories, we all connected. And I can feel a connection in you that goes from Jimin to us. You’re part of the Bangtan family now, Y/N. Welcome to the BB’s.”

______

Y/N’s POV

“I’m gonna go shower,” I say. “I never got a chance to last night before I fell on my bed in a heap of stink and exhaustion. There’s a bathroom right across from your room to. Clean clothes are in a cabinet under the counter.”

I head upstairs and into my room. I hop in the shower and just stand there for a while. This evening I have a job to do, then I have to go to some coffee shop on a blind date that Jimin set me up on, then I’ll just come home and chill.

I hope out of the shower and brush my teeth, wash my face, and put my contacts in. I walk out of the bathroom into the conjoined walk in closet that joins my regular room.

My client has me going towards somebody who likes the goth/cute style. The target is 29 years old and works as a judge. He puts away innocent people. He puts innocent people on death row. He bribes the jury. He lets the bad people loose.

I plan on going shopping before I do my job and going on a date.

This is the outfit I put on…..

I blow out my hair and put it half up in a messy bun. I add shocking blue colored mousse to the ends to make them bouncy. I do a Smokey eye with dark browns and reds, and dramatically wing out my eyeliner. I brush mascara onto my eyelashes and apply dark red matte lipstick to my lips, adding a little gold eyeshadow to lighten them up.

I put my backup minnie makeup and medical kit into my bag and head downstairs.

I hear people talking in the living room and walk in to see that Jimin has everyone over.

“Holy-”

Jin slaps the back of Jungkook’s head. “You do not get to use such profanity young man!” He says.

I roll my eyes.

“Where’re you headed?” Jimin asks me.

“Shopping. Then I got a job to do. After that I have the date that you set me up on,” I answer, glaring at him at the last part.

“Jiminie, you set your sister up on a date?” Hoseok asks him.

“Yeah, she needs to get out more.” He says. “And not be in her room all the time.”

“Oh Jimin, you are so lucky that you are adorable, or I’d be beating you to pulp right now,” I say. “See ya later guys!”

The all chorus goodbye as I leave the house. I head to my 2019 Ford Mustang GT two passenger car and hop in. I set my bag in the seat next to me, put on my black Juicy Couture sunglasses, and blackout of the driveway.

______

“Please! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me! I beg y-”

I silence him by putting my black gloved hand over his mouth. I have him trembling against a wall. “And I bet the innocent people you put on death row begged to live as well, but they’re dead.”

“Who are you?” He asks.

I smile behind my mouth mask. “Phantom, of course.”

I bring my knee up into his stomach, causing him to double offer in pain. I pull out Arabella, my smallest dagger. I make a small slice to his arm. He flinches away. I roll him onto his back. He looks at me terrified. He’s sobbing.

“Li Jinsue, you are a disappointment.”

And with that, I slit his throat.

______

I slam the door.

“Oh my gosh he was the douche-iest douche bag that I have ever met in my entire life. Within the first 10 minutes he was trying to get me to go back to his place with him. Like hello? I’m a human being. I got feelings to.”

I drop my shopping bags and sit down in between Jimin and Namjoon and lay my head on Jimin’s shoulder. He pets my head.

“He didn’t deserve you. I mean, come on Y/N, you’re drop dead gorgeous,” Jimin comforts me.

Everyone is still hear, and soon we’re talking and laughing. Before we know it, it’s almost 1:00 am. Everyone heads home, but Jimin and I make Namjoon stay. We make it clear to him that he is not going home until his arm is almost completely healed. Jimin changes his bandages while I shower and wash my face. When I get out of the bathroom, I change into a pair of black shorts and a dark purple sports bra. Yes, I’m one of those girls that sleeps with a bra on.

Before I crawl in bed, I walk over to Namjoon’s room. He’s already fast asleep. I walk up to his bed and look at him. He’s so adorable. He looks so relaxed. I brush a piece of hair off of his forehead before whispering goodnight and closing his door.

I go to my room, close the door, and crawl in bed. I stare at my nightlight and slowly drift off into sleep.

[teddy-bear05]

ALLIANCE: part two.

↳ chapter two: THE WOUND.

↳genre: angst; thriller; assassin au!

↳characters: kim namjoon x assassin! reader; reader x ot7

↳word count:  1.5K

↳author`s note:  these images and GIFS do not belong to me.

“Lee Jungsoo is responsible for 8 deaths, 5 armed robberies, 11 critical injuries, 9 kidnappings, and 3 terrorist attacks. He is currently 34 years old and lives in a private villa here in Seoul. He’s 184 centimetres and travels with 3 armed bodyguards at all times,” I say.

 “You obviously have all the equipment you need to take him down,” Namjoon says. “So what do you need us for?”

I sigh. “The thing is…..I have a beef with him.” I look at my brother. “He did something to Jimin that is unforgivable. It’s Jimin’s choice to tell you, but since you’re his friends, I figured you’d want some part in this revenge.”

“Okay? So what should we do?” Jungkook asks.

I feel my lips curl up. “Hurt him. Slowly. Let him see what you’re doing. Don’t hurt his family. They know nothing about what he’s done. Beat him, scratch him, gag him, and cover his eyes. And 5 minutes before I come in, tell him that Phantom knows.”

   Jimin laughs evilly. It sounds extra creepy cause his voice is higher. “Revenge and fun.”

______

Namjoon’s POV

“You were staring.” A voice comes from behind me.

“Shut up Jimin,” I respond.

“He’s right Hyung, you were,” Taehyung says, sitting between Yoongi and Hoseok in the middle.

I focus my eyes on the road and try to ignore them.

“Does Joonie have a crush?” Jin asks from the passenger's seat.

My cheeks heat up and I hate it.

They all notice and start ooh-ing and ah-ing.

“So Jimin, do you mind telling us what that man did to you?” I ask, pulling the attention away from me.

“He cornered me in an alley once. It was after I visited Y/N at her job. He saw me and started hitting on me. I told him politely that I wasn’t interested. He came after me. He pushed against the wall and started to kiss me. Y/N must have sensed that he was going to do something, cause next thing I know, he’s on the ground with a bleeding head. Turns out she threw a beer bottle at his head. He probably would have raped me. She saved me.”

We’re all fuming.

“He’s gonna be hurt. He’s gonna be hurt bad,” Jungkook says.

“Hey guys,” Yoongi says. We all look at him. “That Ford Explorer has been tailing us for a while now.”

I curse. Jimin looks behind us. His face pales.

“It’s Jungsoo,” he says.

“I’m gonna-“ I say but Jimin cuts me off.

“No, let me call Y/N. We can’t expose ourselves.”

He calls her and connects the phone to Bluetooth.

“Can I help you?” She asks.

“Jungsoo’s tailing us,” Jungkook says.

We hear a car honk on the another side of the phone.

“Lead him into the alley between Daisy’s Bar and the crappy looking tattoo shop. I’ve got it from there. Make yourself look like sitting ducks. Get out of the vehicle. And trust me.”

 Another loud honk.

“Why should we trust you, we just met you,” I say.

“Okay Namjoon, this is a little thing about me. If anyone could be potential harm to my brother, they’re gonna hear from me.”

With that, she hangs up.

“Just do it Hyung,” Jimin says.

I do as Y/N told me. I go into the alley. The Ford parks on the road outside the alley. 4 men get out. One in a dress suit, and the others in black uniforms.

They approach us.

“Ahhhh,” says the man in a dress suit. If it isn’t the little escapee,” His smile is like a wolf`s.

“Stay away from him,” Taehyung says, stepping in front of Jimin.

“What are you going to do to stop me?” The man asks. He raises his hand and the guards pull out guns.

“We have a backup on the way,” Jimin says, coming out from behind Tae.

“Backup? Well, I have guns. So come with me, sweetheart. No one has to get hurt,” Jungsoo says.

 We hear tired squealing and a Chevy with covered license plates speeds into the alley. It stops less than a foot in front of Jungsoo and his guards. They flinch back. A girl gets out. Y/N. She has her hood up, leaving her face in shadows.

“Mr. Lee, I suggest you leave. And take your lapdogs with you,” she says.

“And this is your backup?” Jungsoo laughs.

“A backup with grenades,” she says, pulling out the weapons.

“You don’t have the guts to throw them little girl,” Jungsoo answers.

She pulls the pin with her teeth and throws it at Jungsoo. A guard fires at Y/N but she’s already moved. Another fire at us. It hits me.

It explodes as smoke. A smoke grenade. Ingenious.

It’s so thick we can’t see anything.

“Everyone behind the car,” Jin says, ushering us all blindly through the smoke. We hear grunts and more gunshots.

It clears after a while, and we see Jungsoo and his guards on the ground, unconscious. Y/N is taking their guns. I lean against a wall, holding my shoulder. 

Y/N looks up and sees the blood a moment before the others do. She runs over to me and pulls off her jacket.

   “Jimin, I need you to drive the pickup. I’m going to get him in the bed of the truck and compress the wound.” She looks at me. “You are coming with me whether you want to or not.” She looks at the other. “And you guys are following us.”

 No one argues with her, and Tae and Jimin help me get in the bed of the truck. Y/N takes off her jacket and wraps it around my shoulder, stopping the blood from flowing. God, it hurts like Hell.

Jimin grabs her bag and gives it to her. She pulls out scissors and a bottle of peroxide. Oh, sh*t.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, panting from the pain.

“I need to check for an exit wound then disinfect it. It’s gonna hurt like hell.”

She has an accent. Australian.

“You’re from Australia?” I ask her, trying to take my mind off the pain as me cuts my shirt away.

“Yeah,” She says, realizing what I’m trying to do. God, she looks beautiful right now, her hair tangled, her eyes extra green, and blood on her face. “Yeah. My family lives there. An incident happened and poof, everyone’s gone.”

She pours the peroxide on my shoulder.

“#&@$*@&$*-+&#)$&@&3)&:&))#&@” I let out a string of curse words. She laughs at that, a soft, short sound. Beautiful.

We talk for a while, her keeping my mind off the pain.

The truck stops in front of a house outside the city. A really nice house.

Tae and Jimin get out of the truck, being careful not to touch my shoulder.

Y/N is already inside and comes into the living room with a black bag. She pulls out a vial and a needle.

“This will numb the area of the shoulder. I’m going to stitch you're wound together. There’s an exit wound,” she explains, injecting my arm with the serum. My whole arm goes numb.

“Jimin, hand me the sewing case.”

He does as she says the moment she says it. I watch as she threads the needle and sews my skin together.

“Ha, talent,” Hoseok says. He’s trying to make light of the situation but I can see the fear in his eyes.

“I’m going to be fine Hobi,” I say. “I have a surgeon hear taking care of me.”

She’s wrapping my shoulder in bandages now.

“How did you do that so fast?” Jungkook asks.

She smiles, and there’s something sad in her eyes. “Lots of practice, I guess.”

The pain is returning to my arm. I groan.

“Okay Namjoon, I’m going to give you something that will help you sleep. When you wake up, there will be a slight pain. Don’t get up. If you need anything, Jimin and I will be there. Okay?”

I nod my head as she injects me with something else.

I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

If you are reading this, THANKYOU SO MUCH! 

I don’t know if this is just a me thing, but I can’t seem to find a RM fan-fic without it having an overwhelming amount of smut. I just wanted to make a RM story without that.

LOVE YA!

[teddy-bear05]

Simply Cocoa

Yo! My name is Cocoa. I love BTS and hope to post short stories on them. I’m trying to get big on here, sooooo, mention me to your friends! This post is kinda awkward sorry lol. Hoping to post soon. TTYL

[teddy-bear05]

ALLIANCE: part one.

↳ chapter one: THE MEETING.

↳genre: angst; thriller; assassin au!

↳characters: kim namjoon x assassin! reader; reader x ot7

↳word count:  1.2K

↳author`s note:  these images and GIFS do not belong to me.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m an assassin, a hacker, and a chemist. I keep my identity secret. I hide away. I hide my gender, my voice. I’m a ghost, there but not. I never leave a trace. No gender. No voice. I work with mob bosses. I work with regular citizens. I kill for justice, not enjoyment. Before helping or committing an execution, I check the target. Do they deserve it or no? Have they failed this city or no? I am Y/LN Y/N, and I am The Phantom.” “JIMINIE!” I yell and jump on his back as he makes his way towards the door. His bag on his shoulder and his signature jacket adorning his body like it usually does. Today he was wearing a snapback hat while his cologne smell refreshing. I take a sniff for an instant before he yells at me. “What the hell Y/N!” He exclaims, almost toppling me from his back. I hold onto him for a little bit longer just for the sake of it. Park Jimin is my brother. Kind of. I’m adopted.  “You are not going out to that gang of yours without telling me goodbye!” I say, before jumping off his back. He pulls up the slid down strap of his bag and turns his head sideways, only to give the view of his side profile. On his lips, there adorned a smirk which I was very much acquainted with. “Goodbye,” He says finally. “Better. I’ll see you later.” I cross my arms on my chest and watched my brother walk out of the door, who looked up at me for a millisecond only to give a nod.

He finally chuckles and leaves letting me to witness the door close with its usual click.

I head up to my room. The BB’s are meeting The Phantom today. The BB’s is Jimin’s gang. Jimin knows who I am. What I do. He accepts me. And I accept him. Assassins stick with each other. That`s how the rules and regulations go by. That`s how our blood bond is created. I’ve worked with the BB’s before. Mainly Kim Namjoon, the leader. We’ve talked only through untraceable emails and voice distorting phone calls. We started talking a year ago after Jimin told him about Phantom. We do the same thing. Kill for justice, not enjoyment. Just recently Jimin mentioned something interesting to all of us and now we’re meeting up.

I head upstairs to my room and check my watch. 3 hours until I have to meet BB’s.

I decide to pick out an outfit and then nap. Since its fall, I choose a grey sweatshirt, black skinny jeans, white converse, and a light grey beanie. I’m leaving my hair down.

______ I have my black mouth mask on and my black contacts in. Shocking green eyes kind of make you noticeable. I have one of my earphones in while I’m sitting in a chair in a reserved, private room in a restaurant, looking out of the one-way windows back turned to the door. I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Several pairs of them. Then I hear Jiminie’s voice. “Just be respectful to Phantom and Phantom will be respectful to you,” he’s saying. Nice, Park Jimin. Warn them first. Smart. They walk in.

“Can we help you, Miss?” A voice asks. I turn around and stand up, staring at the man that talked to me in the eyes. Voice changer on, I speak. “Hello. And no, Jin. I’m not lost.”

The moment he realizes who I am, he kind of gets this weird look that makes me want to chuckle. They all sit down. “Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, and Kim Namjoon,” I say, naming them off and nodding at each in turn. “Phantom’s a girl?” Jeon Jungkook says quietly, almost to himself. “Well not all great executioners are men,” I answer him jokingly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Phantom,” Jin says, holding out his hand. “Don’t be formal. Be modern. Formal is in the past. Live for the future. And don’t call me Phantom,” I say, taking off my mask and shutting off the voice changer. “My name is Y/LN Y/N, but you can call me Y/N.” “You trust us with your name?” Yoongi asks. “Yep. And if anyone was to ever betray me, I’d find them. I wouldn’t kill them, I’d just temporarily disable them,” I say with a soft yet razor-sharp smile. “I’m a big fan of your work. How do you stay so hidden? What kind of tech do you use? Is that your natural hair colour? How did you become an assassin?” Taehyung says in one breath while pointing out his long forefinger at my head.   “Whoa, slow down, oppa,” I say. “Thank you first off, I use different varieties of tech, my hair colour is naturally black, I lost someone.”  “Question,” Hoseok says. “How old are you? You just called Tae, oppa.”  “I'm 21. A few months younger Jungkook and I don’t mean to be rude, but can we order quickly? I forgot to eat breakfast.”  We all order food. “So, what’d you do all day yeodongsaeng?” Jimin asks.

“Wait, yeodongsaeng?” Yoongi asks.

“I’m adopted,” I say. “Into the Park family. But Jiminie’s parents passed away and now it’s just us.”

“As much as I would love to interrogate Jimin on this subject,” Namjoon pointedly looks at Jimin, “We’re not here to just talk.

“Oh, yes, yes, of course. How could I forget? I reach into my bag and lay a huge Manila envelope in the centre of the table labelled Lee Jungsoo. I feel the excitement run down my body. I smile and say, “The target.”

____

Hey, I hope you liked chapter 1 of ALLIANCE.

Let me know if you want more.

Special thanks @ibangtanthings for helping me out with correct terms!