#//'hyung' is used by men for older males/brothers; it does mean 'older brother' but is also used for close friends who feel like a brother

[ofchrysoprase]

hoseok: name 5 important people in your life and how you feel about them

Choi Jiwon; Hoseok's platonic soulmate. Jiwon most likely saved his life without either of them being fully aware of it. School was incredibly rough for Hoseok, even from a very young age. He had pretty much given up on ever connecting with anyone when Jiwon, despite two years younger, approached him on the playground. He never knew what it was that brought them together, but Hoseok is eternally grateful for whatever force it was that did. They were inseparable for years, until they did get separated. Hoseok doesn't know how he will ever be able to repay Jiwon for all the efforts he went through to be able to come live with him and a lot of the time he feels like he doesn't deserve the unwavering loyalty and support, but Jiwon has his whole heart, even if he sucks at showing it.

Ho Duksoo; Hoseok's adoptive brother. Their relationship has been anything but smooth and there was a mutual rejection going on for a while, but ultimately they managed to bond by speaking in Korean (and most likely frustrating their parents in the process). Hoseok struggles with the fact that he, already someone who finds it hard to read people, can never tell how Duckie feels about things or even about him. Sometimes he worries that the walls the other puts up are his own fault for being too pushy, so he's learned to be the first one to take a step back and try to give Duckie space. It took a long time to get used to Duckie's way of communicating - Hoseok being very sensitive to rejection and criticism made this a painful process - but he's gotten to a point where he's now comfortable enough not to take things too seriously. Most of the time. Hoseok does love Duckie and it warms his heart when the accidental 'hyung' gets thrown at him, even if he still walks on eggshells sometimes.

Maxxie Moon; Some may say the two are unlikely friends, others might see exactly why the two gravitated towards each other. Maxxie isn't the type of person Hoseok would normally have approached, but he's grateful that the two did end up engaging in conversation, despite how much he struggled at first. Hoseok has learned Maxxie and himself have a similar outlook on life, they both share a love for music and despite Maxxie's hard exterior, Hoseok has seen glimpses of a softer person. Maxxie fascinates him, the way he doesn't speak any Korean, hates sweets and drinks his coffee black. Maybe part of him wishes he had more of Maxxie's 'don't give a fuck' attitude, rather than just having the appearance without the personality to match.

Benjamin Park; When Hoseok came to America and his adoptive parents finally suggested for him to go back into therapy, the boy was incredibly pessimistic about the idea. How was he meant to be able to express himself when he already struggled to speak, let alone in a secondary language? And as expected, not much came out of any of the psychiatrists they found for him. After moving to Shrike Heights to chase after Duckie, Hoseok realized that perhaps he did need the extra bit of stability, just by being able to vent to an unbiased party. Stumbling upon Ben felt like a miracle, as for once he didn't have to worry or feel embarrassed for accidentally switching languages in the middle of a conversation. Even if he still gets awkward sometimes, he feels comfortable enough to properly talk to Ben about his life and Hoseok does view him as some sort of mentor.

His biological mother; Hoseok has conflicting feelings towards pretty much all parental figures in his life, but he's the 'closest' to his mother. Part of him resents her for how things went down with his father, though he isn't sure if he's angry about her calling the police on him or for the many years in which she was oblivious to what was going on. He also feels guilt for how much of a burden all the events have been on her, feels responsible for the way it affected her health, feels selfish for trying to take the easy way out and subsequently ending up on the other side of the world. He loves his mom for her unconditional love for him and knows that her decisions were to protect him - after all, she chose her child over her marriage. But Hoseok predicts it will take a long time for the relationship between them to balance out, especially since he hasn't been able to see her in years.

(mentions: @urdamage @berserkrs @ofsyzygies @bennypark)

[writingwithcolor]

Korean Friends, Man and Woman, Addressing each other

Anon asked:

Hello! I'm writing an urban fantasy story set in a South Korea-inspired country. My MCs - A, female, 44, and B, male, 49 - both have Korean names. They are equally-ranked colleagues at the same police station and also very close, platonic friends. My question is how they should address each other in private conversation: would it be appropriate for them to use 1st names with each other, and if so, should it have the -ah suffix? Or should they use full names/should A use an honorific for B? 

B was originally A’s mentor if that makes a difference. I want to draw from Korean culture in a way that’s respectful and recognizable but, this being a fantasy setting, also don’t want to be using too much spoken Korean (e.g. “sunbaenim,” unless you think that's a good idea) in order to maintain some distance from the real world.

-Ah / yah use

In this case, B is far more likely to just call A by her first name, and the one to add the “-ah/yah” at the end, although this is completely unnecessary if you’re writing in English. That’s because this isn’t actually a suffix. 

While...

 It does signal that you’re either being informal or are familiar to the person you’re addressing

And you can only use it when the other person is the same age or younger than you (which is why A would never use it for B) 

It’s actually something you add at the end of a very short sentence (aka consisting of only that person’s name) to show that this is in fact a sentence and you’re calling out to or addressing someone. 

Examples

A Korean character might say “Soohyun-ah! Let’s go and eat lunch!” to signal that they aren’t just randomly saying names for no reason, they’re deliberately addressing Soohyun. The same person could also say “Soohyun likes to eat carbonara.” without the -ah at the end, because in this case, Soohyun isn’t a complete sentence but just a single word of it.

With that said, B would not need to add any actual suffix to A’s name. 

In general, anyone who’s older doesn’t bother with those to someone younger, unless they’re in a formal situation, in which case they would add a ‘-ssi’ to the end of their name, like how in English you would add a Mr/Mrs/Ms/Miss at the front. 

Since A and B are friends, it would probably be overlooked even in those formal situations, although if B does that then they might have dealt with some teasing about “secretly dating” or stuff like that when they were both younger.

Hubae and Sunbae

B would NOT call A with “hubae”, the opposite of “sunbae”, after the name. You’re probably already aware that “sunbae” means “someone who is superior/got in first” and that it can be used after someone’s name. But while “hubae” does mean “someone who is inferior/got in later”, it is almost never used directly after someone’s name the way “sunbae” often is, unless in a joking or exaggerated manner. 

For example, B might say “A is my hubae,” but he won’t say “A hubae, wanna go out for lunch?”

A would use either “(first name of B) sunbae”, or just “sunbae”. 

Using the first name of anyone older

In South Korea, Confucianism is very much ingrained in our concept of manners, so a younger person addressing anyone older by just their name is extremely rude, in a “the sheer gall of that person, how dare?” type of intensity. Yes, this is true even if they use the full name, not just the first. You can use just the name of an older person in passing, but if said person can hear it, it’s just rude, and if you’re addressing them like that, to their face, that is beyond mere rudeness.

This goes doubly so because you mentioned that B used to be A’s mentor; I wouldn’t be surprised if A calls B “sunbae” even long after they’ve both retired and they’re in their 90s. You don’t need to add the ‘-nim’ suffix, though, that one is usually used to show respect to someone much higher up in the social hierarchy. I think it’s very likely A would have added the ‘-nim’ in the beginning, as showing proper respect to your mentor is very important, especially if you’re a woman in the police force (ugh misogyny). She would have dropped it as she grew to be closer friends with B.

Since you said this was for private conversations, it’s fairly likely A would just go with “sunbae”, as B would be the only sunbae A is talking to. The actual first name can be skipped, because the “sunbae” makes it clear whenever A is addressing B.

Some more information

If A was a man, then he would be equally likely to use “hyung” as “sunbae”. “Hyung” is technically the word a guy uses for his older brother, but plenty of men add the word to the end of the name of a guy they’re familiar with who is older than them. 

While “oppa” is the word a girl uses for her older brother, and plenty of women do use it the same way (aka to refer to older men they know), there’s a romantic connotation to it. 

As A is a woman, if she uses “oppa”, she would have been teased endlessly for that when she was younger, and even as an older woman would still be given odd looks for using it if not outright accused of adultery by some imaginative individuals.

I hope this helps!

- Mod Rune

[btsqualityy]

Scripted: Part 6

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating

“I haven’t seen him in days Momo,” you huffed as the two of you walked through the banquet hall that the benefit for the children’s hospital was going to be held in. 

“Like at all?” Momo wondered and you shook your head. 

“I go to bed alone and I wake up alone. I call down to his office and Taehyung makes up some bullshit excuse about how Namjoon’s too busy to talk.”

“Maybe he is actually busy though Y/N-ah,” Momo chuckled. “He is President, remember?”

“You know that Taehyung can’t lie to save his life though,” you pointed out. “So I can tell that Namjoon’s making him cover for him.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” she nodded. “But still, you can’t really be surprised. I mean, you did tell the man that you didn’t want to have his babies.”

“He goaded me!” You whined loudly, making Momo chuckle at you.

“He’s your husband.”

“Legally,” you added. Momo opened her mouth to respond but Jimin walked up to the two of you then, a large grin spread onto his face.

“This place is amazing,” Jimin beamed with approval. “I think it’s a great place to have the benefit.”

“I’m happy that you like it,” you smiled softly before looking at Momo. “Can you call the owners and book this place for June 1st?”

“You think a little more than two months is enough time for us to plan this whole thing?” Momo questioned as she pulled her planner out of her bag, opening it up and writing a few things down inside. 

“It should be more than enough since there’s three of us behind this thing,” you said as you motioned to yourself, Momo and Jimin. “Plus, with my other commitments as First Lady, I’ll need the extra time and I wanna make sure that we do this right.”

“The kids deserve it,” Jimin added and you nodded. 

“Alright but speaking of Jimin’s help,” Momo smirked as she looked up at Jimin and you knew exactly what she was going to ask him. “Can we ask you something, to get a male’s perspective?”

“Sure,” Jimin shrugged.

“If you were married to a woman and she told you that she didn’t want to have your children, would you be upset?” Momo asked.

“I’d be pissed,” Jimin replied with no hesitation.

“Why?” you inquired.

“Well, as a man, there’s a lot of pride involved with being able to have children,” Jimin explained. “Children are the ones who carry on our legacies when we’re gone and for a lot of men, that carries a lot of weight.”

“But what if the marriage isn’t the best situation to bring a child into?” You challenged.

“Well, then I guess I would wonder why someone is even still in that marriage in the first place,” Jimin replied and Momo whistled lightly. 

“There’s some honesty for your ass,” Momo muttered.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?” Jimin questioned.

“We were talking about Y/N-ah and Namjoon,” Momo answered and Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Y/N,” Jimin apologized but you just smiled and shrugged.

“It’s ok, you didn’t know.”

“Still, it wasn’t my intention to seem judgmental,” he said.

“You were being honest, not judgmental,” you chuckled. “So I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Hey, I’m best friends with this one, aren’t I?” You laughed as you pointed at Momo. “I’ve definitely been told worse.”

“I resent that,” Momo deadpanned without looking up from her planner. 

“Don’t you have lunch plans with Jungkook today Mo?” You checked and Momo nodded without looking up.

“Not until 12:30,” she said.

“Mo?”

“Hm?”

“It’s 12:45.”

“Shit, he’s gonna kill me for not calling!” Momo gasped as she lifted her arm and checked the wristwatch on her hand. She hastily stuffed her planner back into her bag before she started to speed walk away from you and Jimin. “I’ll call you later!”

“Bye!” You laughed and you waved at her as you and Jimin watched her run out of the banquet hall. 

“Is she always that scatter brained?” Jimin wondered with a chuckle.

“Yeah, but she’s also a genius so I let it slide,” you giggled as you and Jimin began to slowly walk around the grand ballroom. “She has a degree in theoretical physics, you know.”

“Really?” Jimin murmured in awe. “No offense, but why does she work for you?”

“As a woman in the field, she found it difficult to break down barriers and be taken as seriously as her male colleagues were so she quit her job a few weeks before Namjoon won the election and I offered to let her come work for me,” you explained. 

“That was nice of you,” Jimin smiled but you just shrugged.

“I kind of owed her,” you laughed. “I never would’ve passed the Bar exam if it weren’t for her and Namjoon helping me study.”

“You practice law,” Jimin said and you smiled.

“Used to,” you corrected him. “I had my own practice but I gave it up once Namjoon decided that he was going to run for President.”

“Why?”

“As progressive as Namjoon is, he never would’ve won the election if he had a wife that worked as a lawyer,” you explained. “It would’ve been too much for the more conservative voters.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair to you,” Jimin frowned. 

“It’s not,” you agreed. “Especially given how hard I worked to get through college and then law school and then the Bar exam but I did it because I believed in Namjoon and I didn’t want to be the reason that he lost the election, you know?”

“No, I get it,” Jimin said. “It just...seems like kind of a steep price to pay.”

“When you pay a lot of steep prices for someone, you get used to it,” you sighed. Jimin wanted to ask you what you meant by that, but he decided that he had done enough prying into your life for one day.

“Do you wanna go grab some lunch?” He asked instead and you nodded, suddenly aware of how hungry you were.

“Absolutely. Do you have any suggestions?” You wondered as the two of you started to walk towards the exit of the banquet hall. 

“I think I have a place that we could go,” Jimin smiled.

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“Jimin hyung!” Jihyun exclaimed as he walked around the large counter that sat in the ramen restaurant and over to where you and Jimin were standing, throwing his arms around Jimin.

“Hi Jihyunie,” Jimin chuckled, hugging him back. Jihyun then pulled away from the hug and looked over to his left, his eyes widening considerably when he saw you. 

“Y-you’re the F-First Lady,” Jihyun stammered and you chuckled lightly as you nodded your head.

“I never get used to this reaction,” you joked as you looked over at Jimin and he just laughed before shaking his head.

“Excuse him,” Jimin laughed. “Y/N, this is my younger brother Jihyun. Jihyun, this is,-”

“First Lady Kim,” Jihyun rushed out, bowing to you respectfully. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I appreciate it but you don’t have to do that,” you told him as you bowed to him as well.

“A-are you sure?” Jihyun checked and you nodded with a smile.

“Jimin here told me that you have the best ramen in Seoul and I wanted to come try it out for myself,” you said and Jihyun nodded enthusiastically.

“Of course! Just have a seat and I’ll be right with you,” Jihyun stated before rushing back behind the counter and disappearing into the kitchen.

“Is he gonna be alright?” You asked Jimin as he led you over to a booth that sat in one of the corners of the restaurant, each of you taking a seat across from each other. 

“He’s probably back there freaking out,” Jimin replied honestly. “He couldn’t believe me when I said that I was taking this job working for you and Mr. Kim.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that this place is mostly empty then,” you murmured as you looked around the restaurant. 

“I figured that it would be, which is part of the reason that I brought you here,” Jimin replied. Just then, you heard a shrill voice and fast footsteps running in your direction.

“Uncle Jimin!” You looked up and saw a small girl, who looked like she wasn’t any older than 4, running over to your booth. Jimin slid out of the booth and kneeled down on the ground, opening his arms just in time for the little girl to crash into his chest.

“Hi Hana Banana,” Jimin giggled as he wrapped his arms around her and swung her from side to side. 

“I missed you,” Hana pouted as she pulled back and set her little hands on Jimin’s cheeks.

“I know, I missed you too. I’m sorry that I missed your call the other day,” Jimin apologized. “I was working.”

“You’re always working,” Hana huffed and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you from how adorable she looked. An older woman, who looked to be about the same age as Jihyun, suddenly ran out from behind the counter.

“I’m so sorry Jimin,” the woman apologized as she walked over to where Jimin and Hana were hugging. “She heard your name and lost it.”

“It’s fine,” Jimin assured her as he stood up straight, hoisting Hana up and setting her on his hip. “Eun Jung, this is First Lady Kim. First Lady Kim, this is my sister-in-law, Park Eun Jung.”

“It is such a pleasure to meet you,” Eun Jung smiled as she bowed and you quickly slid out of the booth in order to bow to her as well.

“Likewise,” you nodded as you looked over at Hana, who was whispering into Jimin’s ear. “You have a gorgeous daughter.”

“Thank you,” Eun Jung grinned as she reached over and fixed the end of Hana’s dress. “She’s amazing when she actually listens to me.”

“She’s just like Jihyun was a kid, adventurous and with a mind of her own,” Jimin teased as he reached down and tickled Hana’s stomach, making her squeal and plead for him to stop. Jihyun walked out from the kitchen then, two menus in his hands as he walked over to where all of you were talking. 

“Told the whole family that we were here, huh?” Jimin chuckled and Jihyun blushed lightly.

“I was panicking, ok?” He admitted with a huff as he set the menus down on the table. “Please, please, have a seat and take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” you nodded at him before sitting back down in the booth and picking up one of the menus. 

“Hana, come with me so that your uncle and First Lady Kim can enjoy their lunch,” Eun Jung said, holding her hands out for Hana to fall into but Hana just shook her head and folded herself in towards Jimin.

“It’s alright Eun Jung, I’ll keep her with me,” Jimin told her before looking over at you. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Absolutely not,” you smiled and Jimin did the same before sitting down.

“Alright,” Eun Jung shrugged. “Jimin, I already know what your order is but are you ready to order ma’am?”

“Yes, I actually I am,” you replied. “Can I please have the kitakata style ramen?”

“Absolutely,” Eun Jung nodded, pulling out a small notepad and a pen from the apron that she had on, writing it down. 

“What kind of ramen do you want, Hana Banana?” Jimin asked his niece.

“Shio please Mommy,” Hana requested happily and Eun Jung chuckled before nodding.

“I’ll have them out to you guys soon,” she promised before walking away to go back into the kitchen. You closed the menu and placed it back onto the table, and you happened to notice that Hana was staring at you.

“You look like you want to ask me something,” you said as you looked down at her and she nodded slowly. “Go ahead, you can.”

“Are you the lady who takes my uncle Jimin away?” Hana wondered and you giggled as Jimin began to stammer nervously.

“She does not take me away Hana,” he told her.

“But I wanted you to take me to the movies and you said you couldn’t because you had to work,” Hana shot back.

“She has a point Jimin,” you shrugged with a smile. “But yes, your uncle Jimin works for me and for my husband too.”

“You’re married to the President?” Hana questioned.

“Yes, I am.”

“He looks mean,” Hana frowned. “He’s always frowning on the TV.”

“That’s only because he has to try very hard to be serious when he’s on TV,” you told her.

“Uncle Jimin said that he has to be serious at his job too,” Hana nodded thoughtfully before looking up at her uncle. “Is it hard for you?”

“Sometimes,” Jimin answered. “But I love my job so it’s not too hard.”

“Uncle Jiminie loves it more than me?” Hana asked fearfully and you watched with a smile as Jimin firmly shook his head and hugged Hana to his chest.

“There’s no one that I love more than you, Hana Banana,” he promised, which made the smile come back onto Hana’s face. Just then, Eun Jung came back out towards your booth, carrying a tray that held three bowls of ramen on top.

“Ramen!” Hana cried out and Eun Jung chuckled at her daughter as she set each bowl of ramen onto the table.

“That was quick,” you smiled, the smell of your own ramen making your mouth water.

“I’ve never seen my husband move this fast,” Eun Jung huffed with a chuckle. “Maybe you should come visit more often so that he’d get more done around here.”

“Thanks Eun Jung,” Jimin said.

“No problem,” Eun Jung nodded. “Enjoy, you guys.”

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“Wait, are you serious?” You gasped and Jimin nodded as he took a spoonful of the last of his ramen. “You really joined the Navy right after high school?”

“How do you think I was able to move through the ranks and become Chief of Naval Operations by the age of 25?” Jimin chuckled. 

“I just figured that you must’ve been good at your job,” you shrugged.

“Well, I’m flattered,” Jimin grinned and you lowered your head to hide the heat that had risen to your cheeks. “But yeah, I shipped off to basic training two weeks after I graduated.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “What made you decide to do that?”

“I wasn’t really thinking about college because there was nothing that I found interesting enough to want to major in,” Jimin explained. “And since I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, I figured that the Navy could be a good starting point. Admittedly, I didn’t think that I’d be so good at it but I was and I just decided to run with it.”

“You ran right to the top too,” you joked, making Jimin laugh. 

“Yeah, but it wasn’t without it’s sacrifices. I barely saw my family or friends, and I didn’t even get to meet this one,” he paused to gesture to Hana, who was sitting next to him coloring. “Until she was almost a year old. It’s one of the main reasons why I took this job being head of security for you and Mr. Kim, so that I’d have a little bit more flexibility with my schedule.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, is that why you and your fiancee ended things?” You wondered and Jimin nodded.

“It’s more like why she ended things,” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “We were together for four years and one day, she just suddenly decided that she couldn’t handle the whole lifestyle anymore. I don’t blame her though. I mean, who wants to be married to a man who’s always gone and never has time for them?”

“I’m sorry Jimin,” you said softly.

“No, it’s ok,” he assured you. “It’s like you said, people change.” You opened your mouth to reply but just then, both Jihyun and Eun Jung walked over to your booth.

“How was your meal, First Lady Kim?” Jihyun wondered and you looked up at him with a smile. 

“It was amazing,” you nodded. “Jimin was right when he said that you had the best ramen in Seoul.”

“Thank you so much,” Jihyun replied as he bowed towards you.

“Oh shoot, it’s almost 2:30,” Jimin huffed as he looked down at the watch on his wrist before looking across the table at you. “Are you ready to head back to the Blue House?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” you nodded. You and Jimin both slid out of the booth then, standing up while Hana clung onto her uncle’s leg.

“I have to go back to work Hana Banana,” Jimin laughed as he looked down at her and she shook her head forcefully with a pout on her lips.

“Want you to stay here with me,” Hana huffed and Jimin bent down and picked her up, setting her on his hip.

“I’ll see you soon, ok?” He promised her and Hana nodded her head reluctantly. Jimin pressed a few kisses to her cheek before passing her off to Eun Jung, who was holding her hands out.

“Thank you so much for having me,” you said as you bowed to Jihyun and Eun Jung.

“No, thank you,” Eun Jung smiled.

“It was nice meeting you Hana,” you smiled and she returned a tiny smile to you as well.

“Bye. Tell your husband that he should smile more,” Hana told you and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“I’ll make sure I will,” you assured her. After a few more goodbyes, you and Jimin walked out of the ramen shop and out to the waiting limousine. After opening the door for you and watching as you slid inside, Jimin slid in behind you and the driver swiftly pulled off towards the Blue House. 

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“Thank you for taking me for lunch today,” you said to Jimin as he escorted you up the front steps of the Blue House.

“No problem. You kind of gave me the perfect excuse to go see them,” Jimin admitted sheepishly.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged, finally making it to the front door. “It was nice.”

“So, we’re still on to do some more planning for the benefit in a few days?” Jimin checked and you nodded.

“Yeah, but it’ll just be you and I. Momo has a family thing,” you told him.

“Ah. Well, I’ll see you then. Have a nice rest of your day Y/N.”

“You too, Jimin,” you replied and after he flashed one more smile at you, he turned around and jogged back down the steps. You then turned back towards the door and pushed it open, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you.

After taking off your heels, you paced down the hallway to your and Namjoon’s private quarters and walked into your shared bedroom. However, your heart almost jumped through your throat at the sight of Namjoon sitting at the desk in your bedroom.

“God, you scared me!” You gasped, placing your hand on your chest over your heart in order to help calm it down. “I thought you’d still be in your office right now.” All Namjoon did was look at you and shrug, so you walked further into the room and stood in front of his desk.

“How was your day?” You asked and Namjoon just shrugged once again. “Alright. Is there any special reason why you’re working here and not in your office?” You wondered and Namjoon just looked at you with a blank stare on his face and suddenly, you understood why he was acting like that.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in disbelief. “Are you giving me the silent treatment?”

“If I were giving you the silent treatment, don’t you think I’d be in my office where it would be more effective?” Namjoon questioned. 

“Well, why weren’t you saying anything?”

“Because what do we have to talk about Y/N-ah?” Namjoon asked. “You made it very clear how you felt about me the other day.”

“Namjoon, I know this isn’t about the baby conversation,” you huffed and when he didn’t say anything, that gave you the answer that you were looking for. “Wow, you’re unbelievable.”

“Look Y/N-ah, I don’t want to argue with you,” Namjoon said as he abruptly stood up, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair and shrugging it onto his shoulders. “I’m going out and I don’t think I’ll be back until late.”

“Where are you headed, to go fuck someone else?” You spit and Namjoon paused from buttoning up his jacket to look at you. 

“So what if I am?” He shrugged after a few seconds of silence. “You made it very clear how you feel about our marriage so why should’t I take advantage of the stipulations of the arrangement?”

“So just because I won’t have your baby, that means that you no longer respect me or care about me?”

“I’ll always care about you Y/N-ah,” he told you as he stepped around the desk and stood in front of you. “But respect is a two-way street, and you stopped respecting me a long time ago.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You questioned and you swore that you could see something flash across Namjoon’s eyes, although you couldn’t decipher what.

“I have to go, I’m late,” he mumbled suddenly, stepping away from you and walking over to the door. “Don’t wait up.” You watched dumbfounded as he opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind him; leaving you to wonder, “What the hell just happened?”

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[jeontaehui]

Hi I don’t mean to be rude but I was reading your pinned post and it mentioned that Taehee preferred calling NCT ‘hyung’ instead of ‘oppa ’ when that is completely wrong since hyung is reserved for younger males addressing ONLY older males. Reminder that this is not some kind of fan fiction world but an actual language

hello !!! thank you for sending this, anon. i just thought that it’d be something she’ll come to grow up with considering that she’s the only girl in the group, surrounded by a lot of boys who call older boys ‘hyung’ so she’s bound to pick it up at some point. ‘oppa’s’ also mostly associated with romantic/intimate things (even if that wasn’t the case), and she doesn’t want to get the wrong idea across especially since one simple word/action in the kpop world can turn into something completely different when the audience takes it the wrong way.

also, there are a number of instances where younger girls in korea prefer to call older guys ‘hyung’ in real life! sure, it isn’t traditional or anything (can come across as weird) and it isn’t very common but it does happen, and from what i’ve seen and read, it doesn’t really offend the guy as long as they’re close and they’re comfortable with it.

take kim sejeong for example !!! she says the person she ever calls ‘oppa’ is her older brother, since using it with other older males makes her feel shy/cheesy so she calls them ‘hyung’ instead.

when i was constructing taehee’s character, i had to take note of her environment and everything to make it seem realistic and possible — so i researched to make sure i’m not crossing any boundaries. and she only calls these older men close to her ‘hyung’ since she knows they’re comfortable with it (she didn’t even call the older members in superm ‘hyung’ at first since they weren’t that comfortable with each other when they met).

again, thank you bub for telling me this and i appreciate it! i’m really sorry if you or anyone took this side of taehee the wrong way and i genuinely didn’t mean to offend anyone !!! i was simply trying to create and make taehee’s character at least sensible for her to fit into her environment.

[shybunnystudios]

chapter 03

word count: 2576

“I need direction and you need someone to manage

You love to break my walls and I love all the damage”

- Lisa Cimorelli

The following week was monotonous, we started working on the seminary but not along with the Games’ class yet, so I’d only see Jungkook tomorrow, saturday. Time flew by so fast that I didn’t even feel anxious about the date we setted up at the party, at least until I got home after class to start planning everything.

Jimin tried to take advantage of the situation and choose my outfit again, but this time I didn’t let him do so. Once I settled up everything I would need the next morning it was almost midnight so I decided to take a shower before going to bed.

- Wow girl, want me to braid it? - my best friend said once I walked out of my room only in an old pair of shorts and an oversized shirt.

- What? - he gestured his head towards my legs, which were a bit furry - Hey! What’s wrong with it?

- Absolutely nothing, my angel. But only if I didn’t know you and how you don’t like being like that, you’re going out with your man tomorrow and as a friend I just wanted to help. - I sighed, I really don’t know why I thought he’d be a jerk about such a thing. But Jimin was right, the outfit I chose will leave my legs out and by preference I don’t feel comfortable if they’re unshaved.

- Okay… thanks.

- And that’s why I also have to tell you I stole your last razor. - I gave him a look, which made him hide his face in his hands. - My bad, but it was when I went out with a tinder match right away last sunday. I was desperate and running like a wild man, you saw it!

I could only facepalm while he explained himself, I got back to my room to put on a pair of old jeans, grab a coat and my wallet.

- I’ll be right back, okay?

- No problem, I’m actually going to bed now anyways so take your keys with you too. - I nodded him goodnight and left the apartment.

The night wasn’t too cold or too warm, but there was a fresh breeze that managed to calm me down a little, if that makes sense. I made my way to the small convenience store around the corner as fast as I could when I saw two male silhouettes at the other end of the street, when I got there I started looking for the corridor where the razors were.

- Can I help you? - I heard a familiar voice coming from the cashier and turned to look at it’s owner.

Min Yoongi.

I stood there with no reaction for a second, but he seemed so calm that I’d feel bad if I took any longer to respond.

- A-actually not, but thank you. - he just gave me half a smile and nodded.

When I got to the corridor I was looking for I heard a cell phone ringing, I checked mine and nothing. It was Yoongi’s, I observed from afar as he checked his screen with an unamused face and proceeded to throw it beside him after denying the call, annoyed. I resumed my shopping to disguise my spying, I decided to grab some ice tea as well and as soon as I walked to the fridges Min’s cell phone rang once again. This time he picked up.

- What do you want? I’m working. - his voice tone was dry, he seemed slightly mad. - Well, that’s your problem, not mine. One of us has to earn money to bring food home in this shit, solve it yourself and let me out of this.

While he argued with whoever it was at the other side of the call I slowly made my way to the cashier, waiting for some eye contact from him to know if he could get me or not, I felt like it wasn’t a good time for interruptions now.

- Man, I gotta go. As I said, I’m working. - he responded a bit tense as soon as he saw me, then he hung up and tossed his phone aside once again. - I’m sorry for that.

- No problem. - I placed my things on the counter.

- Are you okay? You seem more tired than the last time we saw each other.

- I know I’m ugly without makeup, you don’t need to say it to my face. - I responded playfully to ease the atmosphere and earned a timid laugh from him.

- No, I’m serious. Are you okay?

Why does he make me feel like we’re very close friends?

- Yes I am, I think the tired face has my college work to blame. - he tells me the price of my things and I quickly pay him. - You haven’t been working here for too long, right?

- I got the job this week.

- Oh… nice. I live by the end of this street.

- I know, I remember. - that’s when I realized the store was at the same corner he left me at that day.

For some reason I thought he would forget, based on the first impression I had of him, but the fact that he remembered made me feel good.

- I guess I’ll… see you around again soon?

- Maybe, of course.

- Why maybe? - he slightly laughed and raised an eyebrow at me.

- Curious as always, I see.

I was about to mess with him a bit more - any excuse to stay there with him for a bit longer - when a young man that seemed to be a bit older than us ran inside the store.

- What are you doing here, Geum Jae? I told you to leave me out of this, fuck! - Yoongi snorted, his anger blowing up this time, which kinda scared me.

- Lil’ bro, they’re after me. For real, help me!

Lil’ bro?

We heard voices approaching outside the store and Yoongi looked at me from head to toe with a worried look in his face.

- Fuck, come here hyung - he left his position on the cashier and ran to the main entrance, his brother following right behind. - Help me to lock it, fast!

They closed the glass doors with ease and locked them, but when they were about to pull down the inside lock the men arrived, I stood paralized at the same spot. They screamed a lot of threads, some of them had baseball bats with them and it just took the two Mins to unroll the steel door for the men to start using those bats against the glass.

That’s when a weird adrenaline hit me and I ran to the scene to help, I was scared indeed but not enough to make me run to the opposite direction of what was happening. As soon as I got to the doors some of the man threw themselves at them, making it shake and Yoongi - that was crouched trying to lock us inside - scream in pain, throwing the padlock on the floor and holding his right hand tight.

- Step on the border! - I screamed at him as I did it myself, his brother replacing him on the floor, then he copied me. Geum Jae quickly closed the padlock and we stepped away from the doors just as quick.

I helped him to push one of the shelves to block the door even more in case the men were stronger than we thought they were, Yoongi ran to the first aid section and I went after him.

- Let’s escape from the backdoor! - the older Min screamed.

- There’s no backdoor here, asshole! And can’t you see I got hurt because of you? - Yoongi struggled to get everything he needed for a bandage with only one hand so I helped him.

- Then what do we do now?

- We call the cops.

After hearing that, the older one no longer seemed to be someone needing help as an angry expression consumed his features as he approached to grab his brother by the shoulders and shake him aggressively. Now I’m scared for real.

- Yoongi-ah! You know that if we call the cops I’m going to jail too.

- But that’s the point. - Yoongi stared at him quite calmly, a string of blood running down his hands.

 Geum Jae inhaled harshly and quickly raised his right arm, boosting it up and aiming his fist at his brother’s face.

- Hey! - his arm froze mid air and both of them looked at me. - Look, I don’t know what’s going on but I’m pretty sure that this won’t solve anything. -I gestured my head towards his fist, as both my hands were occupied with first aid things.

They let go of each other and Geum Jae let out a sarcastic laugh.

- Who’s that, lil’ bro? Your girlfriend?

- No hyung, she’s just another innocent person you just involved in your bullshit. And you know what? I’m tired of this shit!

Yoongi said as he walked to a narrow door at the back of the store and opened it, revealing a small bathroom. After that he grabbed a key chain and two packs of chips with his free hand, then turned back at us. By then the men’s tries of getting in faded out a bit, we didn’t know what they could try next.

- Sun Hee, get in. - Wait, he knows my name?

- What are you doing? - Geum Jae asked.

- Cleaning my hands and hers, you do you.

- What do you mean, Yoongi? I have no idea of what just happened.- I said, lost. 

- Get in and I’ll explain. - he gestured to the bathroom. - And hyung, if these men manage to get in, the problem is yours only. When the cops get here you’ll join them in jail because y’all got in so me and her hid in the bathroom.

- Are you fucking kidding me now?! - that scream was angrier than the others, it was all it took for me to run to Yoongi and do as he said.

- You’re the one who’s been kidding me all this time by getting involved with these guys in the first place, but now fuck you! If you want to ruin your own life like that, go on your own because I wanna live, thank you very much! - and with that, he closed the bathroom door and locked us from the inside.

Yoongi stayed still for a moment resting his forehead on the door, both in silence.

- Is that why you told me it was better if I never saw you again? - I asked in a sad tone after I heard him sighing loudly. He breathes out a sad laugh and turns to look at me.

- I’m glad you remember it, because after we’re out of here that’s still valid. - I rolled my eyes and denied with my head.

- Come here, let me see your hand. - he raised an eyebrow. - I own you one, right? Two now, actually.

He surrendered and we sat on the floor of the ridiculous small bathroom.

- Can I use your phone to call the cops while you do that? - he asked while I examined his injured hand. - I forgot mine outside.

- Sure, here. - I unlocked my phone and handed it to him, but as soon as he started dialing the police’s number… the battery died.

Yoongi cursed under his breath and placed the device beside him on the floor, we couldn’t even call Jimin now. Or anyone else. But while I thought about the people who would miss us while we’re here I heard Min sniffing, when I look up at him I was a timid tear running down his cheek.

- I’m sorry, - he wiped the tear with his good hand. - I didn’t want you to see me like this.

I responded with a low “it’s fine” out of habit but I was honestly speechless for a few seconds, I just observed him as I opened the antiseptic.

- It’s just… this is all so hard to deal with, he wasn’t always like this. I just want my brother back. - his voice was trembling, changing the atmosphere completely.

What minutes ago was filled with adrenaline and fear, now hidden in the bathroom which Geum Jae surprisingly didn’t try to break in, the air became way more intimate and deep. After this whole movie scene, Yoongi’s voice tone and body language made me feel like he was keeping this to himself for a very long time now, having no one he felt safe enough to hear him, but he had just let his guard down for me.

Perhaps was that weird feeling of intimacy I feel whenever I’m with him… mutual?

- We live by ourselves, our parents wanted us to move to Seoul as soon as possible but never gave us any financial support at all. So after a few months working in part time jobs, my brother had enough and found those guys.

- And what are they, anyway? You told me you would explain. - I interacted, without taking my eyes off the bandage I was doing in his hand.

- So, - he threw his head back, lightly hitting the door, and stayed there for support. - I never wanted to find it all out, the less I know the better. It seemed like my brother would help them sell things they’d rob to keep part of the money, but that was just at the beginning.

- To explain that whole mess, do you think he’s-

- Selling drugs? - I nodded, worried. - I don’t think, I’m sure. I found a bunch of it under our mattress last week.

- Holy fuck… - I cursed under my breath, he let out a sarcastic laugh.

- You get it now why I told you that that day?

- Yoongi… - I let his hand go, now with a neat made bandage.

- I don’t understand, you know? I know our parents don’t help us, but I want to at least make them proud someday. Even if it takes a very long time and I have to work everyday in as many part time jobs as I can, pay my college and… be normal.

The more he said the more he lost strength to hold back his tears, I rested a hand over his shoulder when I heard him hiccuping mid sentence.

- I’m sorry, I-

I interrupted him with a hug, it took him a few seconds to hug me back, surprised. But then he cried a bit more on my shoulder, proving to me that the feeling I had that we were like close friends for years now was indeed mutual somehow. When his tears were over the subject of the talk proceeded to get lighter with time as we both calmed down, and between words and cheap chips we didn’t even notice time passing by as we waited for someone to show up.

Who knew that’s how the night would end.

“I’ll never let you go, you’ll never let me stay”

(Dysfunctional)

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[rnufharose]

Chapter 12

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

︻デ═一 ♥

Haneul bowed before the three males that accompanied Sehun, her eyes darting toward the man with cat-like eyes, then the tall one from hours ago—Chanyeol—and the third man who was much shorter. He was more like a boy than a man, his eyes twinkling and his smile wide.

"Annyeonghaseyo!" Baekhyun greeted cheerfully, not minding that his voice had slightly cracked during his greeting. "Wow... you really are pretty. My name's Baekhyun, want to be friends?"

"You remember me, right?" Chanyeol showed off his dimples while he smiled. "I'm sorry I lied to you too... but really, I want you to be safe too. Sehun-ah may look scary but he's very kind and loyal. When he takes care of someone, he is very gentle and loving."

"I'm Kim Minseok, but you can call me Xiumin oppa," the eldest of the four males walked toward her, chuckling a bit before patting her head. "You must have been very lonely here... Sehun-ah," he scolded the youngest gently, looking over his shoulder. "You should have stayed here with her... we could have handled FT. It's not right to leave a girl alone at home..."

Even though he was right, Sehun knew she wouldn't want to be in the same room with him if they were alone. It only made his heart shatter again, but he managed to push away the unpleasant feelings in his chest and speak toward the girl, "I'm sorry this is so sudden... I thought maybe having some more people to talk to could make you feel less scared."

He was right. She wasn't feeling very afraid right now. Even though he tricked her, Chanyeol was smiling at her, Baekhyun was buzzing with excitement, eager to talk to her, and Xiumin was very affectionate. Haneul remained silent, and the eldest gestured first her to go toward the living room.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Standing isn't good," he spoke gently.

"Right! Come this way into the living room, Haneul!" Baekhyun said still holding his smile. He loved that he potentially had a new friend, but she just needed to warm up to him first.

Sehun stepped out of the way so she could follow after Baekhyun and Xiumin. He figured if she could get accustomed to his friends, maybe that would be enough to convince her to finally look at him and trust him. Chanyeol sat down across from the three of them with Sehun beside him, looking over the girl again. She sat with her eyes on the coffee table, her hands in her lap and her body was only a little stiff. Vivi leaped onto the couch and sat on Sehun's lap silently, his fingers absentmindedly stroking his fur.

"So, how old are you?" Xiumin asked her, hoping to ease the tension by asking her personal questions, wondering what her interests were.

"Twenty-two," she answered once she faced him. "I was born in ninety-eight, but I was able to go to school with the kids that were born in ninety-seven."

"Ah, so cool! You must be so smart!" Baekhyun cooed from his spot. "What did you study while in undergrad?" He sat forward, resting his chin in his hands.

"I studied music. I only graduated recently," Haneul replied. "I love to sing and play the piano. I was thinking of becoming an artist but things didn't go as planned. Instead, I sing at The Magic Shop. My friend owns that club." Xiumin looks very handsome, she thought as he watched her with intent. And Baekhyun... kind of reminds me of Taehyung. Chanyeol looks like a restless puppy...

"Musically gifted huh?" Xiumin chuckled, jerking a thumb toward the tall, dimpled male across from them, "Chanyeol is musically gifted too. He can play drums, piano, and guitar."

"Yeah, I taught myself, but I can't read music," he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sure you can though. Maybe you can teach me next time!"

Sehun smiled slightly, happy that she was warming up to them. Having his older brothers come along turned out to be a good idea after all. She just needed someone to socialize with to feel more comfortable. "Perhaps you'd consider playing for us one day?" He asked, finally joining in on the conversation. He looked at her curiously, the cold look from earlier in the night completely gone. He was fascinated that in such a short time, he'd learned so much more about her. He'd have to repay his friends later.

"That's a great idea, Sehun-ah!" Baekhyun agreed. "Sehun loves music as well. He usually does dance routines and choreography work for songs he really likes." He said to the brunette, who heard the hitman's question, glancing his way, but the moment she saw his face, she averted her gaze, her knuckles going white and her body tense.

"H-Hey," Xiumin began, hoping to cut the tension that filled the air. "it's okay," he held her arm, smiling at her in assurance. "No one is here to hurt you. Sehun is a good guy. Go on, take a look at him. You'll find he looks like a little boy more than a man."

"Minseok hyung is right," Chanyeol said. "In time, he'll be running after you like a baby chick just to get your attention. He's got a very cute face!"

"Just one itty bitty look?" Baekhyun tried as well along with the others. "He really is a sweet guy. I mean he has a fluffy white cloud for a dog!"

"Haneul..." Sehun called out softly to her. He was beginning to feel sad knowing that she still couldn't look at him even after bonding with the others. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes becoming narrow, and he didn't know how else to help her feel safe around him.

Haneul listened to their pleas, unsure if she could fulfill what they asked of her. After what happened in the alleyway days prior, all she could see was that cold glance. She wanted to hide, disappear so she wouldn't have to be afraid, but at the same time, she knew she couldn't stay like this forever. She would have to face him eventually. Maybe one look didn't mean he would kill her.

She slowly looking up, and she was met with Sehun's face. His eyes were dark but shone like stars, and his hair was black as night. His skin was pale, his nose tall and his lips thin, his features mature and chiseled, and his expression not so cold or murderous. In fact, he looked... normal. He didn't look as scary as she thought he was.

Sehun smiled a little more now that she had finally looked at him. She'd gone as far as to look him in the eye. Knowing this made some of the weight on his shoulders lift.

"That's better, isn't it?" Xiumin smiled between the two of them, content that she mustered up the courage to look at him. "She's much prettier when she looks at you, huh Sehun?"

"I agree with Minseok hyung, she does," Chanyeol have a single, firm nod, sitting back against the couch.

"There's still one thing missing though," Baekhyun squinted his eyes, looking over the girl's face with a hum. "It's the most important thing of all!"

"Smile!" The eldest male sang to her. "A pretty girl like you has got to have a pretty smile."

For a moment, Haneul wondered if she was capable of truly smiling again. After everything she had been through, she thought she couldn't smile anymore. However, these men thought she was capable of it, so she decided to humor them. Her lips tugged gently, and she smiled at Sehun, feeling her own heavy burden being lifted off her shoulders.

The raven-haired hitman couldn't help but stare at her now. He thought she was beautiful before, but now he was sure of it. It was like looking back at all the old photos from her house on the day of her grandmother's funeral. Her smile was beautiful in the photos, but in person, it was absolutely gorgeous. He was able to witness it now, and he hoped she would do so more often. "I like it when you smile. You look prettier."

"And here I thought I had the cutest smile. Looks like I've been beaten, so I give the title over to you!" Baekhyun clapped his hands together, and they all broke into laughter.

Sehun listened to her break into giggles, and he found the very sound to be cute like soft bells chiming. Just listening to her laugh made his heart skip a beat, and one single thought crossed his mind at that moment. She's happy.

︻デ═一 ♥

Hours later, after the three of them left, Haneul gave them one last bow before watching them leave, and she was alone in the apartment again with Sehun and Vivi. This time, she didn't run into her room and hide. She decided to stay out, her gaze trained on Sehun's back.

"Did you enjoy meeting them?" Sehun asked, facing her after he closed the door and locked it. "Sorry if they were a bit overwhelming. They can be a handful. And don't even get me started when Minseok hyung, Baekhyun hyung, and Jongdae hyung are together."

"It's fine... I enjoyed meeting them," she said, looking up at him again. The more she looked at him, the more she realized how sweet he looked. Right now, she noticed how his eyes turned into crescents when he smiled. It was as if he was a completely different person. She felt guilty for not looking at him before and even thinking that he would try to kill her.

He looked her over once more now that she was looking at him without cowering away. Her petite frame stood elegantly in a very proper manner, her healthy, long brown hair tumbled down her shoulders and back, shining in the light, and her beautiful eyes were like sweet chocolates, shining brightly with a lively innocence. Sehun cleared his throat and looked away, hoping to not scare her again with his excessive staring. "You must be tired. Why don't you get some sleep. I still have some work to do so I'll be up a little longer."

"Alright," she nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. "And... you make sure to get some sleep too," she proceeded to walk toward her room before coming to a stop, turning to face him once more. "Also... if you'd like, you can call me Neullie..."

"Neullie..." He tried out her nickname, which rolled off his tongue effortlessly, sounding rather pleasant. It was endearing, just like her, and he liked it. "Alright... Good night, Neullie."

She bowed once more and walked into her room, closing the door behind her, leaving Sehun to be the only one left in the middle of the living room. Vivi walked up to him, standing beside his feet and the raven-haired male glanced at his office. "Come, Vivi..." he mumbled, and the white Bichon followed.

Once he entered his office, Sehun took a seat at his desk, leaning back against the leather rolling chair with a heavy sigh as he recalled the events that transpired today. He realized this wasn't some weird dream. He wasn't living alone anymore. There was a girl four years younger than him staying in the other bedroom, she was the last surviving member of a powerful syndicate she knew nothing about, and he was going to protect her from this day forward.

How will this work...? He thought. He only ever lived with Suho and his family and that was when he was growing up in the Kim estate after they adopted him. As far as he was concerned, Sehun didn't know how to cook or do simple menial chores because the housekeeping staff always handled it. He didn't want Haneul to handle it all but it seemed she would either way. Though having a woman's touch would benefit his life—which wasn't a sexist mindset, not in the slightest—he would have to find some way to make up for his irresponsibilities.

You are such an idiot, he mentally kicked himself. Living off of ramyeon and steamed rice... she's not a prisoner.  You have to make her feel at home, Oh Sehun.

In her new bedroom, Haneul was laying between the sheets again, the comforter pulled up to her chin as she tried to sleep. She too was thinking about the day's events. Yesterday, she was living in the storage room of The Magic Shop before she was almost assaulted, and now, she was living in an expensive penthouse with a gorgeous man who happened to be an enforcer in the mob.

Guess I've been reading too many books, she thought as she hid under the covers. This isn't some stupid Beauty and the Beast scenario... he's just an intimidating guy who works for a powerful family. And you're a girl... who is living... with him... She groaned and burrowed deeper within the comforter. Crap... it is that kind of scenario...

Well into the night, after mulling over every little thing about each other and how they were going to live together, the two of them eventually came to the same thought.

At least we didn't run into a pack of wolves.

[confidenceatitsfinest]

The Fire Was Screaming Out Your Name (And I Watched You Burn) Ch. 6

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

Jungkook was Jimin’s most trusted right-hand man. While Jungkook is dutiful and devoted towards Jimin, their relationship and past is slowly unveiled, but not without turmoil and conflict.

Author’s Note: New year means new chapter for this fic! Yay!!! 2019 was honestly SO HAHA YIKES for me so here’s to 2020 being a better year for mental and emotional health. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in the next one!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Crossposted on AO3

Jimin frowned, gripping his fountain so hard it was almost at the point of snapping in two. He had really not expected to delegate any of his time or attention to the Jeons this early when they weren’t even a threat to him yet, but even he had to admit that Suwoong’s words sparked an undeniable awareness of their growing monopoly over key territories. These were territories that could bring billions of dollars in profit in the right hands and there was no way Jimin would give up his portion so easily.

There was a knock and the door opened to reveal Kim Namjoon, standing tall in his black suit. Jimin relaxed a little, at least he still had the Kim’s and Min’s on his side.

“Namjoon hyung, what brings you all the way here from Ilsan?” Jimin stood up to move to the plush leather seating area.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, Jimin-ah, plus I have some information I think would be useful to you.” Namjoon took a set across from Jimin and leaned forward, clasped hands resting on his knees, a serious expression taking over his features.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Seokjin hyung, do you mind getting us some tea?”

The older male, still standing beside the door, nodded before leaving, casting a worried glance at the two powerful men. Even heknew, if Namjoon was here in person it had to be something crucial. He just hoped whatever it was wouldn’t disturb the peace too much. There were too many people he cared about within these walls.

“Jimin-ah, I understand that right now, the Jeon’s are no match for you even if they used all of their men. However, from my data, their power is rising exponentially and it won’t be too long until they become a threat, not only to you, but us as well. We need to regroup and make sure the balance is kept the way it is.” Namjoon’s eyebrows were furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I wasn’t expecting us to need to intervene so soon, but I can’t say I didn’t see it coming eventually. Well, this is going to be a shit show isn’t it?” Jimin crossed his legs and leaned back, he could feel a headache starting to form behind his eyes.

“Better to be safe now then sorry later I suppose. There’s also something else you should know, Jimin-ah.” Jimin narrowed his eyes, Namjoon rarely ever looked hesitant or uncertain, but right now he looked very reluctant on saying whatever he was going to say.

“You might as well spit it out, hyung, how bad could it be?”

“I’m not going to say anything is one hundred percent confirmed, but I had my people dig as deep as they could into the Jeon’s family history and one of your men’s names was in their records.”

Jimin froze. Deep inside he already has a suspicion and the curiosity was killing him, but another part of him wanted to prevent Jungkook from getting too involved, especially considering the way he had found the younger boy. “It’s Jungkook isn’t it? Tell me everything you know.”

Namjoon nodded grimly, “Thing is, we don’t know much except his name was on their family tree from the year he was born but all information was erased and he hasn’t appeared in their records since five years before he joined your faction. The man Jeon Jungkook is a walking ghost, Jimin-ah. Are – are you sure he can be trusted so close by your side?”

“Namjoon hyung, with all due respect, any one of my men would gladly throw their lives away for me,” except Jimin would do the same for Jungkook, though he would never say that out loud with so many risks, “the only difference is he would take down at least ten of my enemies before going down himself. Regardless, I do appreciate you caring enough to tell me these things.”

“Alright, you know I trust your judgment when it comes to your men. We’ve had Hoseok-ssi and Seokjin-ssi’s help enough times to know your training is effective. I’m going to meet with Yoongi hyung soon and then we can all talk about our next steps. I have to go now, but take care…Jungkook-ssi too.”

With that, Namjoon stood up to leave, casting one last concerned glance at Jimin before opening the door. He bumped into Seokjin who was holding a tray of tea, startling the older male.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Seokjin-ssi. Please pardon me.” Seokjin only nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. He couldn’t help but think, ‘Since when did he even remember my name?’

“Jimin? Do you still want the tea? I wasn’t expecting you two to finish so soon.” Seokjin sent the tray down on the table beside the mafia leader.

“Yes, thank you hyung. Could you tell Hoseok hyung to come see me once he’s back?”

Jin nodded, “Let me know if you need anything else, Jimin. I can make you a home-cooked meal.” He quietly slipped out of the office again, despite the typical uninterested expression Jimin always wore, Jin could tell he was exhausted.

Jimin closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he needed to take inventory of his arsenal and crack down on training the newer members of his faction. There was no room for mistakes now and he had to be prepared. He had to be ready for whatever came at him, but if that meant Jungkook would turn his back and betray him like that, he’d… No, Jungkook wouldn’t do that. It’s ridiculous to even consider the possibility. His Jungkook would never.

Maybe sending Jungkook out on a recon mission wasn’t the best idea. If Namjoon knew about his connection with the Jeon’s, there’s a chance they did too. Despite sharing the same last name, Jimin didn’t know what they could do to Jungkook if they ever got their hands on him. Blood didn’t always mean a pleasant, familial relationship as demonstrated by his own interactions with his brother.

At this point, there was no use in worrying about Jungkook. He hated to leave things to unfold on their own, but this time he’d have to trust Jungkook. There wasn’t anyone else he trusted in more, no one who he believed was skilled enough.

It was two in the morning when Jimin finally settled into bed by himself. While he usually slept by himself, having Jungkook beside him for a few nights once in awhile made him crave the contact again and again. Now that he was alone in his bed, there was much to think about, too much to think about and his mental capacity had already been drained by today’s events. He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tomorrow would be another frustratingly eventful day.

Jimin never really understood why people missed other people, didn’t understand what it meant to long for someone. All he ever felt when he was younger was the longing to leave people, to get revenge, to slaughter, to make them feel the pain that they inflicted on him. He only ever experienced something akin to comraderie and fondness when he first became the head of his own organization and gotten closer to Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon, and even Seokjin and Hoseok whom he only intended to establish a subordinate relationship with. Otherwise, he didn’t have any connections of affection to this world.

Then he had found Jungkook, merely two years younger than him, but looking so much more innocent and helpless than Jimin. He didn’t know why he felt such a need to take him in and make him so strong, Jungkook wouldn’t even remember what being weak felt like. That night, Jungkook looked at him like he was the world, doe eyes sparkling with admiration and an overwhelming devotion that Jimin had never seen directed towards him before.

From that point on, Jungkook became the closest person he’d ever let near him and the only person Jimin had ever admitted to himself that he missed. And right now, alone, cold sheets against his skin, he missed Jungkook.

Jimin turned on his side and stared at the empty space next to him. When Jungkook came back, he was going to have the younger sleep with him. With that thought, Jimin began drifting off.

“…pathetic. Look at you, groveling on the floor. You weren’t born to be trash, but here you are.”

Jimin cried out in pain as a foot struck his abdomen once again. “Pl-please, please stop. I’m sorry, s-sorry. I’ll do better, please just stop.”

“You dare call yourself a Park with so many failures? You are a disgrace to our family name. It’s disgusting to call this pathetic excuse of a son my next heir.”

Jimin cradled his tender cheek, a bright red handprint making his jaw throb, a reminder of the disappointment he was. He backed up into the corner, tears and snot running down his face.

“How dare you hide yourself from me?! You can’t even take one hit and you want me to let you do things your way? Hah! I’ll teach you a lesson, boy, and we’ll see who’s method works best.”

Ten-year-old Jimin screamed, crying and begging, curling into a ball in a last-ditch effort to protect himself from the blows that were coming.

“…s-stop, hnnnn, don’t – ” Jimin woke with a gasp, silk pajamas sticking to his sweaty skin.

“Fuck, why can’t that asshole die already…” He brushed his fingers through his damp hair, face scrunched up in frustration and an underlying anger.

Jimin stripped out of his clothes and turned on the lights to his bathroom. He look at himself in the mirror. His jawline was now chiseled to a sharp angle, body tight and fully capable of fighting, eyes hard with determination. No, he wasn’t the same sniveling and pitiful child anymore. He tore his eyes away from his own reflection and got under the piercing cold spray of the shower. Jimin stood there in silence and hated how he could still feel those phantom remnants of the blue and black bruises that used to litter his body. He hated how he still remembered what it felt like to move an inch and feel like his body was caving in on itself. Hated how it still felt so fresh, so vivid in his mind.

Jimin didn’t even notice when he started to scratch at his neck and chest. Bright red streaks stood out against the paleness of his skin from the ice cold water. All he could think of and wanted to do was to stop the feeling of those too-tight hands on his body. Why did he let himself endure that treatment? Why didn’t he fight back, yell something, anything? Why did he suffer for so long? Why was he so weak?

Jimin wanted to scream, anger bubbling under his skin. Leaving the Park family wasn’t for his sake, it was to spare the lives of his bloodline from his wrath after he’d gained his own power. Whatever he had now was no thanks to his family, but he could accredit his ruthlessness and his drive for revenge to them. Family was just a formal term at this point. Those people were nothing more than cockroaches to him now, only contacting him to ask for money or help. As if he would give them anything. All of them, heartless bastards.

Except his mother…his poor mother who had suffered from illness until the end. It made sense that she was different, she wasn’t from the society Jimin was in right now. She had unknowingly stepped into this ring of hell when she fell into the trap of love. With her last breath, she still defended the importance of love to him.

‘Jungkook-ah, whatever happened in your past, I hope you didn’t have to endure as much as me. For your sake, I hope so.’

[authorofdanger]

Miroh 2

Genre: Angst

Skz zombie apocalypse AU

It's very sad and violent in some parts, sorry.

"Balance! Balance is key Shuyang," Jeongin sighed while coming behind the boy and helping him plant his feet. Shuyang looked at him in slight confusion before one of the other young boys translated in chinese. Jeongin was given the difficult task of teaching these boys no older than fifteen and no younger than twelve how to shoot a bow and arrow. Smiling to myself I was beyond proud of Jeongin for not only strengthening his shooting skills but for being able to teach as well.

"Hyung have you not noticed how clumsy he is? I'm surprised we didnt put him in farming with Yeji," Hanyu chuckled as he shot and nearly hit the bullseye. "Stop being mean," Zihao groaned in english. Pulling myself to my feet I took over Jeongin's place behind Shuyang and placed my hands over his. "Slow your breathing," I said in his home language, "it's okay to miss. You are learning so breathe. Now balance and focus on your breathing."

"You know chinese," Jeongin gasped. "And english," I said while looking over at Zihao, "dad moved us around alot since he was a company translator. Does it really shock you? I lived in Taiyuan for five years, Texas for six, and Busan for eight years now. Korean is relatively my newest language."

"Hey I'm from Taiyuan," Xinlong said excitedly. Giving him a wide smile I turned my attention back to Shuyang and whispered for him to release the arrow, watching as his arrow finally landed on the rim of the target. "There you go," I encouraged, "now keep practicing."

As time went on, and corrections decreased, I had decided to leave the boys for a moment to survey the base. It wasn't as broken down as the infected towns but it surely needed repairs. The houses were run down and in a few years probably dilapidated but for now it was livable and somewhat warm. The shops we kept around were always busy with people making food, clothes, weapons, and more. Children were running around the property with no parents to corral them inside, only a few of us teenagers and early adults taking over the parental life.

"Y/N I thought you were with Jeongin," Seungmin asked while running up to me from the pig barn. He was wiping the dirt from his hands with a rag in his pocket and tried to clear his face but with little result. "I thought you were supposed to control the pigs. Looks like it was the other way around." Giving me an off smile he lowered his face and groaned, "younger sow has been testing Jisung and I's patience. It's too hyper to be cooped up in the barn but too lazy to burn energy when in the field and it's hard to catch it when I need it. Somehow it managed to learn to open it's own pen so I had to get Changbin to help me rebuild the door to move the latch."

His small smile made my heart swell, I rarely saw him smile during our time together so it's refreshing to see happiness in the same boys I worried about months ago. "I'm obviously not a builder," he added after holding out his cut up hands, "gonna have to borrow some of Hyunjin's bandages." "Need help?"

****

"I missed the way you patched us up. Its alot more comfortable than Hyung's tight and rigid tactic." Finishing up the last wrap I gave his hand a soft squeeze before putting the medical supplies back to its spots. "Had to learn somehow with Namjoon always managing to injure himself. I still cant figure out how he would do it but he always had new injuries each week! Mom was always finding small jobs to do so she was gone alot while dad was always at the companies he was doing work for. He tried to patch himself up but would always hurt himself more," I laughed, "I wonder if he found someone to replace my handiwork."

The room was silent for a moment but my smile never faltered. "I'm sure he's fine," I added, "I'm sure he is running around with Jungkook or Seokjin. They had a big group of friends apparently. I didnt get to see them often since he was scared I would fall for Jungkook but I think he was overreacting. Big brother stuff you know?" "I understand completely. My older sister was the same way with her friends. But she was more worried because I was a bit of a wild child in her eyes. She thought I would corrupt her friends." The room filled with laughter as we thought back to our pasts. Thinking about it now I never would have believed someone like Seungmin would be my friend. In high school I was always shy and a bit of a book nerd but wasn't afraid to stand up for myself. I guess that's how I meshed well with Jeongin when I moved to Korea, attending high school with him. Apparently Hyunjin went there too but I never really got to know him and didnt even know of his existence!

As we sat here I realized just how lucky I am to have met my boys. They helped me learn to grow a backbone and how important it was to not judge a book by his cover. "Well I better get back to the pins. I heard that Chan is going to take some of the men and younger males for hunting practice. You going," Seungmin sighed as he got up. "No I'm going to stay here and let my shoulder rest some more." "Right. But hey, thanks for patching me up."

**** Three years ago****

A loud crash erupted from the living room followed by an "Oh shit!" Glancing over at Jin who came and helped me make dinner tonight I wiped my hands on the apron he gave to me and followed the sound to see my brother trying to pick up the pieces of the now broken vase.

"Why does mom demand we keep glass items in this house," he growled before he cut open his hand yet again. "No Joon get the broom," I laughed. I quickly pulled him up to his feet and examined his hand to see a few thin lines here and there but nothing a few bandages couldnt cover. "You're a god of destruction," I giggled to myself before letting go of him and moving to get the broom,"dont move Joon! You'll break something else with your luck!"

"How is it that he is the older brother but you are the one who takes care of him," Seokjin laughed. "I swear the birth year on my birth and adoption certificates are wrong. I have to be older than him." "What will he do without you in a few years?" "I'll be fine!"

****

I always wondered where he went. Did he make it out of our town alive? Did he find the boys? I might never get answers.

A few hours later and I was huddled in my room by the fireplace, waiting for the boys to get back. Chan and Jeongin were out teaching the younger boys to hunt which was freaky in it's own sense but it was also scary that it was starting to get dark. "Y/N," Shuyang called while rushing in. "I thought you were hunting! What's wrong," I asked. Going over to him and rubbing his heaving back I could barely hear him huffed out "need translator. Felix cant understand. A man is here!"

****

"救命啊," I heard a young man scream as I raced up the staircase. "I dont speak chinese! Do you speak anything else? What group are you from," Felix yelled. "Hyung yelling isnt going to help. It's like when we did that when you were learning korean," Seungmin sighed. "Shut up! I dont see you helping! And where the hell is Shuyang?" Shoving the door open I walked in front of Shuyang and took a look at the situation. Seungmin was sitting in the back corner with his hands in his face, Felix was standing firm but with panic laced on his, and the boy who must have been the man screaming in chinese moments ago was pacing the room.

"My name is Y/N. I speak chinese well. Are you okay," I asked while slowly approaching the frantic man. " His eyes grew wide and he let out a "oh my god! I can speak a little korean but the words arent coming to me right now! My base has been invaded and we need help! I'm from Amber's section!" "Amber? Amber Liu," Felix asked after finally catching on. "They're invaded."

****

We filled the trucks with as many members as we could as we raced to the compound. In my truck we had Felix, Changbin, Minho, Jisung, Lucas, and I. The ride was quiet aside from the engine roaring as Minho raced us through the winding roads. "Please let there be survivors," Lucas whispered to himself, "let my friends be okay." Placing my hand ontop of his I tried to comfort him in any way I could but with little results. "How did this happen," Felix asked which I ended up having to translate. In the best korean he could manage in the moment he said "people were coming back from hunting and one was bitten while he was out. He didnt tell anyone and turned. It spread from there. Oh God Winwin!" Tears rolled down his face and he pulled his sleeves to his eyes to try to stop them.

"Its okay to cry," I hushed, "we are going to help the best we can I promise." Jisung eyed me as I comforted the stranger, knowing my heart was breaking for him. Placing his hand on his back, I could tell Jisung was trying to help too. We both knew what it was like to lose someone to this situation. When we first found eachother he had his older brother with him who got bit saving Jisung. I on the other hand had to shoot my mother when she turned and soon after my father. It's a pain that many in this world are forced to go through but it never gets easier. We all hope for a day this will end but at this point we know the odds are out of our favor.

"We're here," Minho interrupted before we all rushed out of the trucks and others pulled in. With a team of an estimated thirty we raced into the compound and began to shoot every Walker in sight. I stuck close to Lucas and Felix as we tried to find and gather survivors but only managed to find a small group hiding in a closed off room in the leadership tower. "Ten! Amber," Lucas cried as he rushed into the room. Doing a headcount I was able to see five survivors and then Lucas, my heart dropping at the alarming number. "We couldnt stop them," Amber shook, "I just had to find survivors and barricade ourselves until help arrived."

"We're here," Felix comforted, "now come on. We need to get you guys to a vehicle while we search for more." "I'll keep looking. I have great aim and can protect myself," I suggested. Nodding his head, Felix ushered everyone out while I raced around the entire compound. The bodies laying on the floor added to my fear and I prayed for atleast one more survivor. "Please! Anyone!" On the ground was a young male with a Walker ontop of him, snapping at his face. Pulling my arrow back I was able to nail him right in the back of his head and ran to help the young man.

He had to be close to Jeongin's age but definitely a giant in comparison. His eyes were soft but full of fear but I had to push my own aside to try to soothe him in this moment. "Are you infected," I asked. Shaking his head I immediately pulled him to his feet and handed him a gun from my bag and continued through the compound. After nearly an hour though and no other survivors in sight I knew it was time to leave.

"But Chenle! I cant leave him!" "Someone else might have found him. We have to go," I ordered before pulling him by his arm to the trucks that were already packed and preparing to leave. "Is that all of our team," Felix yelled through the crowd. "We are all clear sir," another called out. Helping the boy into the bed of the truck I crawled in to sit by him and the new members of our base, listening to the cries of pain as they went through their list of friends who were either infected or killed.

"Johnny," one asked. "Got bit. I watched someone shoot him soon after. Same for Mark." "Chenle?" "Infected." My heart went out to this group. These were their friends, their family, and they had to watch some of them die today. "I'm sorry I didnt get help soon enough," Lucas apologized. Amber placed her hand on his face and made him look at her, "you saved us Lucas. You cant save everyone but you saved someone! You did great." "Its not your fault," another girl added, "this wasn't something we could have stopped. Its life now."

Life sucks.

[rei-memberme]

OC: Dori-Mu Nahm

Family and Backstory

Name meaning: Dream Child

Age : 19 DOB: Feb 13, 1999 {Aquarius}

Ethnicity: Korean-Japanese Ht: 5”3 Wt: 150 lbs

Gender: Both? (Male) Sex: Pansexual

Hair: DRK BRWN (almost black) Skin: Pale

Eyes: BRWN Tattoos: Heart where neck and collarbones meet

Yame/Kawaii aesthetic

Moved from Osaka to California

Parents:

Ayumi Nahm

Meaning: “peaceful” Profession: Professor

-Has always been someone safe for Dori despite her husbands ideals, she still helps Dori financially.

Chan-woo Nahm

Firm in masculinity, stubborn in beliefs. Believes that man is not weak. Disappointed in Dori even when he was a child and favors his second son Hyung-Li Nahm

Profession: CEO of business

Sibling:

Hyung-Ali Nahm

Older to Dori, a silent one and never helped nor defend him when their father belittled him. You could say if you saw him he agrees with his father but he doesn’t say anything to Dori or his dad when it comes to him. He never explicitly says anything about his brother’s lifestyle or his father’s.

Future Profession: Become next CEO to his fathers business.

BACKSTORY:

[PAST]Dori-Mus been different ever since he was four. His father noticed it but thought he would grow out of it. His mother noticed and didn’t really mind and liked that her boy was much softer, and glad that someone shared her kind eyes. Hyung-Li (brother) never really knew that whatever Dori did was always something wrong. Dori was so confused as to why his father pestered and scolded him about playing with dolls with his cousins instead of Gundam robots. His mother always beat his father before he could reach for a belt. Ayumi (mom) was always his protector and vouched for him. When he was told to go to his room his mom would give him his secret doll to play with till his punishment was over. She’s the only person he trusted because it was useless to get help from his brother.

When Dori went into middle school, his mind was able to explore more. Friends (if he could), teachers, classes, and overall socialization— Which he turned out to be really good at once he became less shy. He made one friend throughout and stuck with them till high school. He became a social butterfly and never really stuck to a group. At school he was a happy kid but still ignored by his brother and his friends. By seventh grade is when he discovered that not only girls were attractive, but guys as well. The only person he told was his best friend but sadly that friend moved and it wasn’t on good terms. His best friend secretly outed him and started all of the bullying for him. It bothered him a lot but when he started high school he started to own who he was and didn’t want to be stuck with any friend and just became as social as he was whenever he could. Other kids at school were first weirded out, but then slowly accepted it and most didn’t care or sided with him.

Of course few people didn’t like him but they never became too vocal about it and either way Dori-Mu didn’t care.

[High School]Things started to get worse when his style (this is the part about him buying too much online) He would buy women’s clothes online and say that he was buying them for a girl. His mother didn’t mind and his father thought he was just really becoming a man but spent too much on girls. Hyung-Li, still doesn’t say much to Dori. [Foreshadowing]

When his family was asleep he would sneak out at night in the clothes with an ID and hop from club to club gaining much attention from anyone who eyed him. Female, male, it didn’t matter to him but he did like men best. It was always a thrill to feel hot breath in s cool back alley. (Don’t think he doesn’t prepare for anything else to happen. He’s always safe.) He goes down a lot and his face sells. If they’re good-looking he charges, he takes potty on pathetics only looking for something to clear their head and gives out for free.

Nights like those are when he’s looking for his own getaway and fun. He wears more “appropriate” women’s clothing at school, don’t forget makeup, and carries his men’s clothes in his bag for when he gets home. In cheerleading performances he helps some of the girls out with their eyeshadow for games and events.

[Sexual Assault Warning]

But somehow, one night when Dori was out in clubs someone recognized the businessman’s (Dori’s dad) son dancing, and made their way to acquaint with him. Dori saw that he was good looking... older... and picked up on all of the signals. He looked wealthy too, and he gave this man his full attention. They danced and had many rounds of drinks. Dori normally never drinks but the man insisted and he wasn’t going to pass up free drinks and with the thought of being alone with this man later either. And without knowing his limit Dori was completely wasted becoming sloppier by the second. The man helped him out of the bar into the cool alley to get him some air.... they stand there for a while and the man starts to use coaxing soft words to him, touching his face.. keeping his body close to warmth.. then he starts to make out with him. It’s rough and he’s familiar with the feelings but it breaks when the man asks him to get in his car.

Dori starts to say no and tells him he just does things here and never exceeds that. But as he tells him the man this he’s already leading him into the car. Dori is still refusingas he’s pushed in and he starts to panic begging the man that’s over him to please get off. And the man “gets off”... in a sense. His coaxing soft face just turns bitter and harsh as he’s ordering Dori in the car. He’s kicking at the car door to get someone’s attention but he all of the sudden feels a sharp pain. (“It never hurt like this..” -Dori in his mind) He’s reacting but crying, but the man just goes harder. The obscure names he calls him just become disgusting and degrading in Dori’s ear when the man whispers then to him. Some parts of his clothes are torn. Dori can’t recall how long the man took but felt every second of it.. Not even with protection. It scared him even more if he wasn’t safe Dori laid there blank and empty and his eyes wouldn’t blink for a minute.

Then the man got off of him and pulled out his phone. He sickenly took photo of what he did. Dori.... felt so lifeless...

[Parent altercation warning]

He woke up the next day propped right outside under his bedroom window. Lets just say he didn’t have a graceful landing and did make noise coming back inside

His mother opened the door to check and sees her son battered, torn, and a mess... She was speechless at first until she saw tears forming in Dori’s eyes did she go to comfort him and gathered him in her arms. The sound was enough to bring his father in the room. He had the same stunned reaction, only for it to be a scowl of anger and disgrace. He yelled at him while expressing in his hands. His mom tried to cool him down and started holding her husband back to prevent an altercation. He yells many thing at him while mom is trying her best. And when he calls him faggot he slaps Dori so hard it was enough force for Dori to hold himself up using his bed as short and hold his cheek.

[Post-Assault Thoughts Warning]

His mother yelled at her husband and pulled him out of the room to fight with him more. Dori cried in his room that morning till afternoon.

He was able to get himself to shower though.. he still felt the mans hand around his throat, his hair, all of the beautiful sensations had now been tainted. He had to build a wall for himself now (and probably carry a weapon now..) he needs a way to get passed thisand doing this he felt like he can make it disappear like it never happened. It’s not like his parents know what he does besides dress up...

After his shower his mother comes in and checks on him and asks what happened. He tells her about the partying but changes the story to why he’s hurt. He plays it off as him beating someone in a fight because of how he dressed. Obviously his mother comforted/ scolded him about fighting but was more concerned about him, what he was thinking, and about what happened with his father and if he’ll be okay. Dori just shrugs and plays it of with the confidence he has. She smiles and kisses her sons head and just holds him thanking that he’s alive at least.

[A week later] Later around 2 pm, Dori-Mus father is having an in-house meeting with the door closed, the talking muffled to the outside.

{Dori-Mu is about that time where he should be looking for universities. He’s graduating soon but takes his time on looking. His father never speaks to him}

He’s sitting on the couch eating an apple and on his phone when he hears his fathers office open and footsteps towards the kitchen as his father talks about grabbing a coffee to his partner from his business... his voice... it stunts something in Dori. He can hear his mother in there as well and goes to get up to see. Apparently Hyung is in there too. [Dori’s perspective: I look in when my father is talking about passing on the business to Hyung to his partner... and then my feet stop. The back of this man’s frame... Slowly becomes familiar to me. He turns to my mother and I recognize his face and instantly everything goes slow but my heart races faster and I hear it in my ears. My eyes cannot revert from being so wide and everything inside me is screaming.]

Dori’s mother sees him and goes to him to ask what’s wrong. (As she moves toward him the mans eyes follow her and catch up Dori’s.. he doesn’t know what to feel) [D’s perspective: She says my name again and noticed my posture and takes me by the hand to my room. He’s here, he’s here, he’s here, he’s here!?!]

His mother starts to try to calm down his shaking but all it does is make him cry so she just keeps trying. Dori tells her it was a nightmare he had in his nap but she calls bullshit and calls out his behavior. He keeps insisting and makes one up. His mother still does her best and eventually things calm down. She goes to the door and there he is standing in the doorway and says he’s been looking for her to ask where the restroom is and she goes to show him. The man looks at Dori for a brief moment, the fear coming back to Dori’s eyes. The man grabs the door handle and stares at him as he closes it shut. Then Dori remembers.. he has photographs.. he starts to freak out some more and tries to come up with a plan to leave this place he looks to the pile of university pamphlets from abroad. (He doesn’t need to worry about grades his fathers money can pay for it.) He picks Manhattan, LA, even Florida schools that he can use to make an escape to. By default, he chooses California because he’s been there before.

At dinner his father talks to his brother about the company and how his business partner might be coming around more often. In Dori’s mind it’s ringing alarm bells and has to come up with his plan fast. After dinner his mom comes into his room to check on him. It’s just small talk until he mentions college and where he wants to go...

[A month later]

Dori kicks himself out of the house. Not like his father would care, Hyung did give a small goodbye when Dori came to tell him he was leaving . It took him a while since Hyung was looking through work papers. Dori started to get irritated with him.

“All my life you’ve said nothing to me.. not even once.. it’s strange not to know your brother’s voice... so can you please, at least a goodbye?..” -Dori.

Hyung pauses from his shuffling and looked up through his glasses. There was a pause.

That’s all it was. But even that glance gave some reassurance that he doesn’t hate him enough to actually acknowledge him. At least that’s what he thinks.

His mom takes him to the airport and there is a heartfelt goodbye. The plane ride goes smoothly, and when he lands he never has to think about that man again...

[PRESENT]

He gets an apartment in San Francisco since he chose the University there though he doesn’t plan to actually go. He just needed and excuse to leave. His mom ends up paying for his apartment behind her husbands knowing. And the tuition money... well for himself. His apartment is... modest, but comfortable. Though his mom helps she asked him to get a job to be able to feed himself. His neighbors are, friendly, but Dori is pretty snooty to them. Two are roommates and share the room across from Dori’s. Another he gets to know, his attractive yet annoyingly similar to his brother, Erin. Quiet and kind of a loner and his is next door to Dori’s. (All three are going to college)

[During this Dori pretends and acts like he’s going to the school just like his neighbors just to fit in. Maj: Business Min: Marketing]

Dori eventually gets a job near the StarClucks by the college and also gets acquainted with someone working with him.

And that’s the full backstory until I start doing the present story now!

[softrainbowlove]

THE JEON TWINS | PART I

pairing: gang member! yoongi x male! reader 

genre: mafia/gang au

warnings: cursing, sexual acts 

word count: 5,2K

synopsis: Min Yoongi part of the biggest gang in South Korea was given the job to be a bodyguard of the Jeon twins, Jeon Jungkook and Jeon (Y/N). He isn’t thrilled to find out that he’s going to have to play babysitter. 

note: there is a part 2 coming bc it was just too long :// i hope everyone enjoy this !!

PART II  PART III

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"I'm supposed to babysit the Jeon twins?! You can't be serious Namjoon." Yoongi growled with gritted teeth after Namjoon had dropped the bomb that he has been keeping from his right-hand man. Min Yoongi was supposed to play bodyguard for the Jeon twins, the sons of the most powerful (meaning richest) man in Seoul. Namjoon wasn't amused by Yoongi's outburst.

"I am more serious than ever. Mr Jeon Jaewon had come to me yesterday evening, we had dinner and then brought it up that his sons are in need of a bodyguard." Namjoon's gaze was hard and leaned back into his seat which was practically a throne made for the leader of the most known and feared gang, Bangtan.

"But why me? Why not an actual bodyguard? And why in the world did you agree?" Yoongi had an eyebrow raised. He was frustrated with the choice that Namjoon had made. Just because Namjoon was the leader does not mean Yoongi wouldn't snap at him and had to learn it the hard way. Namjoon pursed his lips, if it was anyone else besides his own personal picked men, he would have cut off their tongue. But this was Yoongi. A handpicked man. One of the best. And a brother, but not by blood.

"Because I trust you, Yoongi, and you're the best for this job." Namjoon licked his lips folding his hands on his lap. "And Mr. Jeon offered a lot of money." With that, the frown on Yoongi's face turned from angry and pissed to curious and suspicious.

"Money?" Of course, it wasn't just money and Yoongi knew there was more to the story. Namjoon smiled, amused by the fact that Yoongi knew that he wasn't so easy.

"Money, land and new traffic." Namjoon then leaned forward setting his hands on the table. "New doors are going to open up for us, doors that no one will have open but us. Do you understand that Yoongi?" The eagerness in Namjoon's voice was addictive to Yoongi's own ears, and he could feel the eagerness grow in him as well as he nodded. "We just have to protect the twins."

The twins.

Two bratty rich kids. Was babysitting the Jeon twins worth all the opportunities they could get?

Yoongi crossed his feet thinking about the offer and their situation at their fingertips. He licked his lips before looking back up at Namjoon. "Alright." Namjoon grinned clapped his hands together.

"Great, I will be calling Mr. Jeon tonight and tell him we are in." Then Namjoon stood up walking towards Yoongi. He put a hand on the other's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You made the right choice."

The paler gang member crossed his legs and his gaze attached itself to the stocked cards that Namjoon kept on his desk. Joker was the first card smiling upwards at the ceiling. "Hm." Was all Yoongi said to acknowledge Namjoon.

Yoongi had put himself in his own office he had documents spread across his wooden table. Two files laid open in front of him and his eyes scanning the front face pictures of the identical Jeon twins. Their hair was black and perfectly styles the same way. They looked identical and Yoongi swore that the pictures could be the same person just printed twice and placed in the folders. Though the names of the two identical people were different.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon (Y/N).

Both 20 years young. Both went to the same high school and now they are going to the same University. Was there anything different about the twins? Yoongi grumbled under his breath till he flipped the folder to the second page revealing photos taken by one of their photographer, Kim Taehyung.

There were a few photos where the two were together, and Yoongi could not tell who was who. Another picture they were outside again and a brother had his arm wrapped around the other's shoulder. Both of them were wearing matching black suits. The way the on the left was smiling was different than the other, it was more of a smirk than a smile. Yoongi's eyes landed on the small description: Jeon Jungkook and Jeon (Y/N). So, Jeon Jungkook was wearing a mischievous smirk along with eyes that held secrets. Yoongi could tell which eyes had secrets. Though Jeon (Y/N) seemed different without that smirk he wore a handsome smile and his eyes seemed brighter. With a tilted head he shifted in his head and then flipped through the folder to find pictures of Jeon (Y/N) alone.

There were a few pictures of (Y/N) playing the piano on a stage. Eyes closed and fingers on the black and white keys. The light was perfect on the male giving a perfect sight of the perfect angle of the Jeon's face. It was a perfect picture not just because of Taehyung, but because of the Jeon. Perfection was just glaring at Yoongi. Though Yoongi was sure this was just an image the Jeon family has painted it for the public to see and to therefore to hide all the dirty secrets they had. A picture perfect family just doesn't exist. And Jeon wasn't one, even if they wanted to everyone to look at them like that. A father who had built himself an empire from scratch married a beautiful old-money woman and got two handsome twins, who are now building their own future after the tragic death of their mother. There it is. Scratches of the painting. Mother no longer there and involved with a gang.

Yoongi leaned back taking the picture of the twins in hand. Staring at the picture of the smiling men in each other's arms. He was sure that he was gonna find more scratches.

In the morning, Yoongi was sitting at the dinner table lazily eating the food that Seokjin has cooked. Mornings were the most normal things they did if they didn't have any jobs during that hour. All of the members that were the closest to Namjoon lived in the house and joined breakfast. The gang was like family to them, maybe not as stable as a regular, but were all families really stable?

"I looked at the files of the Jeon's," Yoongi said cutting into his toast with his fork and knife.

"Hm." Namjoon looked up at the other.

"The brother almost seems too perfect." Namjoon's lip moved upward.

"I knew you'd catch onto that." The leader looked at Taehyung who was eating next to Hoseok. "Taehyung took almost all the photos of them. You care to share your adventure?" Taehyung stared at the leader and then looked at Yoongi, before looking at Namjoon again.

"Ah, the twins." Taehyung set his fork down. "Jeon Jungkook, age 20, goes to Seoul University along with his twin brother, Jeon (Y/N). He also goes to shooting ranges afterward without his brother though, so he's good with guns...um his brother, on the other hand, is more a musical type. Takes piano lessons after regular classes and plays at dinners to slash balls." Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. "Other than that they are mostly together. Always saw them together like they were stuck together by glue." Taehyung looked down at his plate. "Maybe even more than brothers."

Hoseok choked on his food. Namjoon's eyes widen while Yoongi finally looked up at Taehyung.

"Taehyung!" Jin slapped him against the back of Taehyung's head.

"What? I'm just saying they seem really close and I never saw them with someone romantically." Taehyung shrugged again. "And I heard from staff members at the house that they share a bed." Hoseok's face crinkled up. Jin let out a large sigh setting his fork and knife down giving Taehyung the "really??" look. "I mean I wouldn't be surprised they both are super-hot." Taehyung shrugged before sipping water while looking at the others. Namjoon leaned back after pushing his plate away from him.

"No wonder you continued the job. Glad you had your fun." Namjoon muttered before taking his coffee cup and taking a sip from the hot beverage. Taehyung shot the leader a wide grin and he received an eye roll. Yoongi had a frown on his face though he continued sipping on his tea instead of giving the story attention.

"Why can't Hoseok play babysitter?" Yoongi didn't look up.

"Hoseok has another mission to do." Hoseok nodded when the leader answered.

"Yeah, I and Jin are going to Gangnam in two days and we are staying for some weeks," Hoseok added. Yoongi looked up. His eyes locked his emotion, but Hoseok could tell the other was annoyed by his right point finger twitching. Hoseok was good at observations and he has been around for Yoongi for long enough to notice things.

"Alright." Yoongi bit his tongue and Hoseok licked his lip.

When evening came around Yoongi was to be found in the study doing his usual task; research. Hoseok made his way from the doorway to Yoongi. He took the seat next to the older.

"What do you want?" Yoongi asked coldly without even budging from his position.

"If you like I could give you a few tips on being a bodyguard," Hoseok said with a smile. Yoongi stopped turning the pages. Hoseok sighed when he got no other response. "I know you don't want the job,"

"I work behind the scenes and not in the front row," Yoongi muttered. "I don't know what Namjoon was thinking."

"But you gotta look at the bright side of it. Namjoon trusts you we all know he trusts you the most and not because he favors you, but because he knows you can get it right and not do foolish mistakes." Hoseok put his a hand on Yoongi's shoulder giving it a squeeze. The two were close even if it didn't seem that way at first. Yoongi was distant with everyone but he has opened up to the others and Hoseok mostly. Yoongi looked at the younger.

"You'd do better." Hoseok shook his head with a warm smile.

"Hyung, don't say that. I know you are gonna do great. If you like tomorrow morning we can freshen up your combat skills just to be 100.1% sure of it. Whatta ya think?" Hoseok had a grin on his lips and Yoongi sighed.

"Alright."

Hoseok's grin widened even more.

It was on Monday morning that his mission started. He had gotten clothes from a few outside members that did the shopping. All black. Maybe that was the only good thing coming from this job, Yoongi thought to himself as he looked down at himself and then at his bag. A gun was under his jacket and against his hip. He knew how to work a gun after all he was a sniper before Namjoon picked him up. Maybe he has underestimated himself because of how much time he now spends on the laptop and their database instead of the actual field. The training sessions with Hoseok did help out to get his body to adjust to the new lifestyle he would be doing and he was also planning to work out and train combat again when he could.

Down at the doorway, he saw the black SUV waiting for him. Namjoon stood next to him.

"I know this job wasn't what you wanted, but I believe that it's a perfect job for you and that you will handle it better." Then Namjoon put his firm grip on Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi looked up at Namjoon with no comment. "I'm biting my tongue." Namjoon grinned and then slapped Yoongi on his back hard. Though Yoongi didn't flinch.

"I know and I appreciate it." Namjoon then brought the other in a quick hug. "I know you will do well. So, we'll see you in a couple of months. Send me reports." Namjoon gave Yoongi a genuine smile. "And call me whenever you like."

The drive to the mansion was quiet. Yoongi was watching the world pass him as he was driven to a more private land that trees surrounding it and a whole road that only drove to the mansion. When the car stopped Yoongi looked at his baggage next to his feet. He looked out the window and then opened up the door to step out. The morning sky was blinding.

He walked up the stairs that lead to the front door. Yoongi glanced back to notice that the black car has speed off. His eyes moved back to the wooden front door. His finger twitched before he knocked on the door because he rather is inside instead of being glared at by the sun. His grip held into the baggage that he had carried out the car with him.

The door opened and he was lead in. “You must be Min Yoongi. I’m Jung Jiung and I work as a housekeeper here.”

“You just let anyone in?” Yoongi’s eyes wandered around the inside of the mansion. As expected it was decorated from head to toe with antiques. The windows covered by dark curtains. Under his feet was a carpet stretched out through the hallway.

“I already knew it was you, I just wanted to be polite.” Yoongi didn’t comment too busy looking around. “Mr. Jeon will be down in a few, but the twins are already in the living room.” He just followed the man into a more lightened up room and open space. His eyes traveled to the twins sitting on leather. They were wearing the exact same outfit and hairstyle. Yoongi frowned knowing that the twins probably did this on purpose. And also them turning their heads to him at the same time was practiced.

“Is that him?”

“Min Yoongi?”

Oh fucking great, Yoongi thought to himself, what did I get myself into?

The twins both looked at Yoongi and then they smiled in sync. Yoongi internally groaned.

“Yes, that is him,” Yoongi swore that he saw Jiung roll his eyes.

“We’re the twins.” They both said at the same time. “I’m Jungkook,”

“And I’m (Y/N).” Then the two stood up giving a small bow.

“Dad asked us if we wanted a new guard…” One of them started and then the other finished with: “We couldn’t say no. And especially if he’s a cutie.” The two twins grinned an identical grin and Yoongi’s finger twitched. He couldn’t tell them apart and that annoyed him. They spoke in the same tone and moved the same way. Yoongi knew they were playing. In the pictures, there was a difference between the two, clothing wise and also behavior wise. That fact made him even more annoyed, that the twins were doing this on purpose.

Yoongi didn’t say a word, instead, he let his analyze every time one of the twins moved. That’s what he was used to, he was the researcher. He was the one who needed to know about what was going, who was who and what to expect. And that is why he had no idea why Namjoon thought this was a good idea.

What he noticed though was that the twins didn’t agree on what to look at because while Jungkook was staring at his face and glancing back at other things in the room, (Y/N)’s eyes kept themselves on Yoongi’s face and then trailed north and back south. Yoongi wasn’t stupid and he knew he was being checked out. Though if he hadn’t met Hoseok or Taehyung he would have seen this as something different.

When he made eye contact with those curious eyes, the owner gave him a smile. There was a glint in his eyes that Yoongi could differentiate from Jungkook’s pair of eyes. Just like in the pictures. That moment of being able to tell the twins apart was cut off when both of the twins made eye contact with him. Yoongi felt his fingers twitch when the twins smiled at him exactly the same way. He made it his mission to not let them do this to him again.

He hated being confused.

But Yoongi quickly noticed the difference between the twins. It wasn’t hard after they put the act to a stop. The difference came from the two different lives they were living. Jungkook was a skilled shooter and perfect at combat, spending most his time on the range and on a mattress. The rest of the day he would be studying for classes and dealing with some of his father's business. It was a lifestyle Yoongi used to live. He found the familiarity bring ease to him and it wasn't such a change as with the other.

(Y/N) was a curious case. He was more of an artistic person. The twin loved reading fiction books, something Yoongi did in high school. The library was his favorite spot, Yoongi soon noticed it when he was with (Y/N). It was when (Y/N) had finished classes and had requested Yoongi to come with.

“Usually I hang out with Jungkook after classes. But since I won’t be going alone I thought of coming here. You don’t mind, do you?” (Y/N) seemed nervous when he asked Yoongi, who shook his head in response. He was used to going to places now with the twins. He didn’t let it bother him as much as he thought he would. They went in and (Y/N) grabbed a book along with a quiet spot. Yoongi sat in a comfortable chair watching (Y/N) and the environment around them. He wasn’t used to this lifestyle, nothing much to do. He wasn’t even sure why they needed a personal guard.

(Y/N) looked up from his book noticing how stiff Yoongi was. “Would you like to read?” Yoongi turned to the Jeon with a frown. (Y/N) had to hold back a laugh. “It’s not dangerous or something like that.” (Y/N) joked lightly with a grin. Yoongi blinked unsure of how to react. (Y/N) stood up after putting his book down. “I’ll get you one.” Yoongi’s frown didn’t fade away as he watched the other walk over to the shelve and choose a book.

When (Y/N) turned around with not just a book in his hands but also grin on his lips. Yoongi watched the other closely as he walked closer to him. (Y/N) handed him the book he picked out from the bookshelf. Yoongi reached to grab the book while his eyes never left (Y/N)’s. A small chuckle left (Y/N)’s lips.

“You’re cute.”

Min Yoongi never in his grown adult life expected someone to call him cute.

He looked away immediately when he felt his face grow hot unexpectedly. He looked down at the book and put it on his lap. (Y/N) had taken his seat back quietly with a smile on his lips. Yoongi pursed his lips trying to calm himself down so that he wouldn’t feel so warm. He opened up the book to the first page his gaze drifting to the first chapter. His interests weren’t caught by the words instead he kept glancing around and felt (Y/N)’s on him.

Something that also caught Yoongi’s interest was the fact that (Y/N) was a composer. (Y/N) had a piano in his room and would play it in the mornings. If wasn't playing the piano or reading novels in a library he would be spread on his bed and composing music.

Yoongi found it fascinating. The first time he caught him doing it, he wasn't sure what the man was doing until he got a glance at the paper. He recognized the symbols and it tugs at his heart. But he only commented on it later in their growing relationship.

"What are you composing?" He asked his eyes not on (Y/N), who looked up at his bodyguard.

"I need a song for class next week. We usually get these assignments, but I love composing on my own too." (Y/N) explained and sat on his bed. The twin was still in his boxers and a white shirt that he wore to bed. Something Jungkook never did, (Y/N) seemed to be more comfortable around Yoongi than his brother. The two have grown to bond over time with him spending time together. He also noticed that (Y/N) didn’t see him as a guard, but more as a friend. "You wanna listen?"

A part of Yoongi wanted to say no, but he grew curious. "Why not." And the smile that (Y/N) gave him made it worth it. He watched the younger one climb out of his bed eagerly and skip to the piano. He sat down laid the sheets in front of him.

Yoongi had turned and watched curiously.

(Y/N) put both of his hands on the keyboard and took a deep breath before playing the music.

Yoongi listened quietly. He enjoyed the melody. He really enjoyed listening to him play even if he wouldn't admit it. The music that he would play would take him off to somewhere else. He would forget his duty and instead be at a peaceful place.

"You like it?" Yoongi hadn't realized the music has stopped. He gave a small nod. "...do you know anything about composing?" (Y/N) dared to ask.

"I...I used to compose." That sparkle in (Y/N)'s eyes wasn't something Yoongi could ever forget.

"Really??"

Yoongi nodded. "Actually, I have a few tips. May I?"

(Y/N) nodded his head with a grin and made space to let Yoongi sit next to him. The older man pointed to a line on the sheet and then explained how maybe another tune would work. Then Yoongi set his hands on the keyboard. (Y/N) watched curiously. "This would be better." He played a certain tune and (Y/N) listened carefully.

"So, it would be like this." Yoongi set his hands down and let the other players the full line with the change. "It does sound better." A smile appeared that exposed the bunny teeth the younger had. "Thank you, hyung."

"You know you don't have to call me that."

"Yeah, I know! I want to." Then (Y/N) looked down at the keys. "...would you like to play together?"

"Together?"

"Yeah, like I would play this half of the piano and you this one and we would play the song. Like we are one person. Mother used to make Jungkook and I play together, but when she passed he didn't want to continue." His dark eyes grew sad, but then a hopeful look crossed his face. "Would you like to try?"

Playing the piano together like they were one person? He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to get close to (Y/N) in the first place.

Yoongi stared for a moment then shook his head. "No." He stood up. (Y/N) frowned and looked up. "I'm sorry I shouldn't even have-"

"I won't tell anyone." (Y/N) promised and gave Yoongi a small smile before turning to play the piano again. Yoongi stood back no longer getting lost in the music. He had to do his job, but from that moment on he would listen to the same song with the change he made as (Y/N) practiced it to perfect it.

That was something (Y/N) and Jungkook shared in common. They were both perfectionists. Everything they did was perfect. It almost agonizing on how good the two brothers are especially when the family had guests over. One of the two would have already done what the guests were bragging about. It was an amusing sight for Yoongi. And it made him wonder if there was something the twins weren't good at.

Another thing the twins had in common was the competitiveness. Not only did it show when they were conversing with others, but also when they were together. Yoongi witnessed it first hand.

That day the two brothers went swimming at the pool they owned that was in the building in the gardens. The twins got out of the dressing rooms.

"You lost muscle weight." Jungkook was commenting as he threw his towel on the bench. (Y/N) sighed. "You aren't working out."

Yoongi couldn't see it. (Y/N) seemed to be just as toned as Jungkook. And maybe even better looking. Yoongi gulped. He wasn't sure where these thoughts were coming from. But he couldn't lie. Two attractive twins were standing in front of him, half naked.

Though to Yoongi only one was the more attractive than the other.

"Yoongi, do you think I should go work out again?" He asked turning to Yoongi and walking over to him. Jungkook rolled his eyes but walked next to his brother.

"Uh..." Yoongi looked down at his chest. Jungkook smirked putting an arm around his twin.

"What do you think, Yoongi? Is this what you look for? Hot twins, a twink and a dom."

Yoongi's eyes widen.

"Twink?" (Y/N) asked looking at his brother. He pushed him off of him. "Fuck off."

Jungkook laughed. "Who said I was talking about you?"

(Y/N) glared. "Would you ever refer to yourself as twink?" Jungkook grinned with a shrug and then looked at Yoongi.

"So, interested?"

Yoongi stared. Was asking if he wanted to have sex with them?

"Kookie, stop." (Y/N) wasn't sure if he just didn't want Jungkook to annoy Yoongi or if the very thought of him and Yoongi having sex just made him want to throw up and punch his brother.

Maybe it was both.

Jungkook glanced at his twin. "Race you to the pool."

Yoongi was standing on the side as he watched the twins race each other to the pool.

The two jumped at the same time the water splashed the tiles. Yoongi watched them swim and then it started to become a competition of who was faster. Yoongi watched quietly till (Y/N) swam to the edge. He pulled himself up and out of the water to sit on the edge.

"Hyung, do you want to swim?"

Yoongi shook his head after he glanced at Jungkook who was still swimming.

"No...I mean later. Just you and me." (Y/N) explained walking over to Yoongi.

"I don't think that's appropriate at all," Yoongi said. (Y/N) wasn't sure how to reply because he knew Yoongi was right. It wasn't appropriate for him to ask someone who worked for him to go swimming with him.

"Alright...but would stay with me while I say swim?"

"Of course, that's my job," Yoongi replied and (Y/N) smiled.

"Yeah..." He chuckled lightly. Though Yoongi noticed how there wasn't the usual sparkle in his eyes like usual.

"You give up already?" Jungkook's arms were on the edge as he called out for his brother. (Y/N) turned and jogged to the edge before jumping in. When pulled out if the water and ran a hand through his head he grinned at his brother before saying "Never!"

After Jungkook had left (Y/N) had gotten a floatable bed and was laying on it peacefully. Yoongi was admiring the peaceful state the man was in.

Yoongi wondered how different (Y/N) would be if he knew about the mafia world. Would he be just like his twin? Always achieving to be better at combat and shooting so that there was no chance others would get him first. Would (Y/N) feel different about guns?

"(Y/N) hates guns." Jungkook replied to Yoongi's question. The two were at a shooting range far away from the mansion. "That's why he never set a foot in here. He knows that I train, but never asks about. If he knew about the guns at our home he would freak."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Why does he hate them?

Jungkook laid the gun back down at the wall, which was decorated with guns of all kind. Jungkook collected them and had trained with all of them. He then turned to Yoongi with a cold look. "Bad experience. His story to tell."

Yoongi pursed his lips. Looking back at the range.

"You wanna go?" Jungkook asked with an eyebrow raised. "They told me you were good."

"I'm here, aren't I?" 

This made Jungkook laugh lightly and then he pointed to his collection. "Choose your fighter."

Yoongi was still not sure what the bad experience was and he was always unsure of when to ask. (Y/N) then sat up and turned to his Yoongi.

"Are you sure you don't want to swim? I won't tell anyone." He tried again.

"Even if you won't tell anyone. How will I look like in front of you?" Yoongi wasn't sure how close they could get. He was here for a job, after all, not to make friends.

"Like my friend?" (Y/N) suggested with a shrug.

"That works for you?"

"That's better than people who only try to use for my money and status." Yoongi raised a brow. "You already are getting paid anyway. It's not like you want anything else, right?"

Yoongi licked his lips. "Don't tell anyone." With that, he took off his black shirt and pulled down his pants.

(Y/N) was watching, but Yoongi didn't say anything. He walked over to the edge of the pool.

"Jump." (Y/N) said with a slight smirk on his lips, but Yoongi shook his head and went for the ladder instead. "Boring." (Y/N) sang teasingly.

Yoongi swam towards (Y/N), who got off the bed and swam closed to Yoongi.

"Hey." (Y/N) said with his bunny grin. Yoongi couldn't help but smile. This made (Y/N) smile even more. "I like your smile." Yoongi's smile flattered surprised by the compliment, but that made (Y/N) pout. "Where did it go?" He put two fingers on the corners of Yoongi's mouth. The black haired male pulled away, but (Y/N) wouldn't stop. A grin playing across his lips.

"Stop," Yoongi whined and then splashed water at (Y/N).

A wide grin spread across his lip and Yoongi caught the twinkle in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Oh, it's on."

(Y/N) started splashing water and so did Yoongi. A gummy smile spread across his lips as they continued their splashing. The water hit him continuously and he couldn't help but laugh at (Y/N) continued.

He wasn't sure when exactly and how they got this close to being splashing water in a pool and laughing together. It was a moment that he hoped to never forget. And even the moments after it.

The splashing suddenly stopped and that made Yoongi stop too. He looked around confused about not seeing (Y/N) there. But then he grinned before taking a deep breath and then going under the water too. He was eager to find him and what he got instead was a pair of lips against him.

Yoongi's eyes widen when the lips moved against his own. A hand grasped his face and Yoongi put him on it. He decided for this moment he enjoyed would enjoy himself and then kissed back with closed eyes. Another hand pulled his hips to meet (Y/N)'s hips.

They both pulled out for air. They stared each other breathing heavily.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss." (Y/N) said his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Yoongi must have looked the same. He could feel his cheeks burn. "I won't tell anyone."

Yoongi knew how inappropriate this was but it just happened and Yoongi liked it. And for fuck's sake, he was Min Yoongi. Part of the most feared gang group of South Korea. He takes what he wants.

And he didn't give a shit.

Yoongi moved closer and closed the gap again. His hands roughly grabbed (Y/N)'s face to tilt his head. (Y/N) put his hands on Yoongi's hips. Yoongi growled into the kiss as he grinded against (Y/N)'s crotch making the younger one moan.

"You won't tell anyone? Not even Jungkook?" Yoongi asked his hand wrapped around (Y/N)'s hair pulling him back to get a good look. (Y/N) nodded his head helplessly with flushed cheeks and lips open and swollen.

Yoongi smirked.

PART II

[bambyeol]

Diss Band (p.1)

a two-part fic  pairing/s: drummer! ong seongwoo x oc 

character/s: ong seongwoo, park woojin

genre: fluff, music (band)

summary: ong seongwoo goes to get his drum repaired only to find a girl ranting about their band - BAM . 

warning : a side story of This Band (could stand alone) 

Diss Band (final)

reference : This Band p.8 

“Person with the most fingers down by the end of the game should give us a consequence.”

“First! Seongwoo-hyung, never have I ever had to flirt with a lady to get my drums repaired for free.”

wanna one masterlist

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The Underground seemed to be one of those places that looked increasingly better as it aged. Its rugged look, the walls thick with posters of their past performers and the doors looking like a canvas to multiple graffiti works, gave it a hip vibe that was appropriate for the audience that regularly fills this dimly-lit place to the brim.

However, the past few weeks brought significantly fewer people to the known hangout, with it being the official rehearsal venue for BAM’s Reunion. The owner so graciously offered a discount, knowing that the mere fact it was being used by BAM for their historic reunion would bring in more customers afterwards.

Ong Seongwoo now sits alone in the far front of the Underground a few minutes after they concluded their rehearsal for the day. His drumsticks propped on both of his ears as he looks at his phone, an urgent look on his sharp features.

“They just really had to break on me,” he muttered under his breath as he continuously scrolls through the search engine, glancing at the broken part of his pedal.

“Hyung, are you coming with us?” Woojin calls from the door, ready to leave with the rest of the band.

“You guys go ahead. I need to get my drumset fixed,” he said with a grunt without looking up from his phone, pointing to the loose pedal of the bass. “There’s gotta be a repair shop that’s open around the clock right?”

“I’m sure Hyuk-hyung’s shop is still open around this time.” Woojin suggests, glancing at his wristwatch.

“Ah, right! Why didn’t I think of that?” Seongwoo stands up abruptly, causing his drumsticks to topple onto the floor.

“Ey, hyung. Take it easy, you still have tomorrow.”

“And what? Listen to Sungwoon nag at me for being a delay?” Seongwoo replies as he collects his belongings and the broken parts of his drum set. “No, thank you.” he jogs to the door, overtaking Woojin who just laughed and shook his head at the older male, understanding the reasoning behind his panic.

“Don’t wait up for me!”

“We won’t!”

---

At the repair shop a few blocks away, a young part-timer struggles to stay awake through her job. It was her first midnight shift; the multiple coffee cans and the buzz of the television in front of her were the only things keeping her up.

“Can we close up? Who even goes to a repair shop at midnight...” she rubs her eyes and stretches in her chair as she addresses her brother who was strumming away at the backroom of the shop.

“Yeonrin-ah, most gigs are at night,” he explains. “Who knows if there ends up being a musician or two who needs us to their rescue.”

“Oh look here’s one now.”

Yeonrin straightens up at the sound of the door chimes and whips her head towards the direction of the sweat-stained man with a soft smile and comely features. He reminds her of a vampire, and she strangely thought that must have been the reason he enters the shop at such an ungodly hour.

“Is Hyuk around?”

She shakes her head. “Do you need any fixing?” she inquires, observing his whole stance and eyes landing on his drumming fingers on the tabletop with changing rhythm. He’s skilled. She notes. “On your drums?”

That stops him from finger drumming, and he whistles with awe. He leans on the counter, forearms atop and crossed. “Whoa, how’d you know that?”

He tilts his head, lighting accentuating his sharp features. Their distance makes her breathe his smell. Aqua mist. Strange. He smells clean and fresh, contrary to his look.

“Oh. Just because,” she trails off and raises her forefinger, “Black shirt - too thin for this weather. Rugged look. Rhythmic tics on the counter and,”

He raises an eyebrow with expectation. Ong Seongwoo is getting hooked on the girl’s careful analysis, “And?”

She blurts out her frankness leaning on the countertop too to mirror his stance, “An insufferable character. At least for me.”

He snickers and slaps his forehead with his palm . Seongwoo totally thought she’s about to drop a pick-up line or two. “Insufferable character? Now that’s the first time someone has ever said that to me,” he continues to stifle his laugh.

“See. That’s what I mean. Drummers tend to show off. “ she remains unfazed.

“Yeonrin, be nice!” her brother calls warningly from the back room. She just rolls her eyes and turns to Seongwoo with a fresh and accommodating expression as if the girl who welcomed him poorly just a few seconds ago was a completely different person.

“Anyway, is your repair urgent?”

Seongwoo doesn’t reply for a few moments, he shakes his head and smirks as if catching himself in deep thought. “Yeah. I’ll need it by tomorrow actua--”

“I’ll call Hyuk oppa over. He’ll be here in a few. Sit down please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Seongwoo bows, his cheeks still stretched with a smile of interest. He walks backward to the chair in front of the multitude of instruments hung around the shop.

BAM’s ‘The Reunion’ garners all the top spots in today’s trends

The midnight entertainment news’ low buzz still fills the place by the moment Seongwoo was comfortably seated. In an attempt to strike up a conversation, he threw in a comment about the headline. “That’s still on the news, huh?” and to his surprise, Yeonrin apparently had a lot to say about the famous band.

“I don’t get this hype over BAM. What does BAM even mean?” she said with a disapproving look.

“Beats and melody. 불안에마음.” Curious as to where this conversation was going to go and concluding that she does not recognize him from anywhere, the mischievous Ong Seongwoo leaned forward, his elbows prodded on top of his knees. “Not fond of them?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. It just seems like they’re over-hyped. Even the buses are covered with their ‘coming soon’ posters, or whatever those are.”

“Have you tried listening to their music?”

Seongwoo was growing more and more amused by the second. Here was a girl who had not a single idea that he was a member of the very band she was blatantly judging. From who else can he hear such objective critique, right? He figured it was like an undercover evaluation.

“It’s probably just the same old lyrics. Repetitive melody. That might be why the public is into them.” she assesses, eyes turned away from the screen. Seongwoo’s eyebrows move to signal her to continue. “Seems like everybody blew up when they announced that reunion. Do you know how packed this shop was that day? Extremely packed. People see them on the TV and they just flock like birds.” she chucked her thumb to the screen now behind her and rolled her eyes.

Seongwoo was about to chime in, ready with his good-natured defenses but he figured he’d let her finish, letting the girl spill out her endless train of thought for nearly fifteen minutes. She talked about her schoolmates and how invested they were with the said group and how it was almost all they talk about. Yeonrin mentioned the recent controversies, saying they were publicity stunts. At one point, she even hummed a familiar tune from the radio, ranting about how many times a day they played that one song and how it is inevitably stuck in her head, to her annoyance.

It was funny how people claim not to be fond of a particular subject and yet know so much about them. However, instead of becoming offended, Seongwoo laughed at some of her comments, feigning agreement with some of them and even dissing some members here and there, to Yeonrin’s entertainment.

“I heard the lead vocalist doesn’t shower. But their drummer has got game.”

“Yeah right. You’re being biased.”

Seongwoo laughed uncontrollably at this comment, almost falling off his chair.

“It’s true! Their drummer makes sick beats.” he slaps his thighs, trying to contain the rest of his laughter.

“What?” Yeonrin glared at his overreaction. At this point Seongwoo was wiping the tears from his eyes brought by bout of laughter that just passed.

“You know, you’ll probably like their music if you try to listen to the rest of their songs besides that one that’s always on the radio.”

“Eh.” she shrugged. “How great could it possibly be? Don’t get me wrong, if you’re a fan, that’s great I guess.”

“Your call.” Seongwoo stood up and approached the counter once again. “You’re the one missing out on our hard work.”

“Our--” Yeonrin was cut off by the sound of the door chimes and a tall, lean man, who was sporting a stubble and a cap, walked in.

“Seongwoo-yah!”

“Hyuk-hyung!”

The two men quickly greeted each other with a hug and fist bump, the older male patting Seongwoo’s shoulders like a brother would.

“How’s our star drummer doing? Is BAM in prime condition for the reunion?”

“BAM? Drummer?” Yeonrin connected the dots in her head and pointed a weak finger at Seongwoo who had a wide smile on his face, obviously enjoying her current predicament.

“Uh-huh. You didn’t tell me Seongwoo was the one who needed the repair, Yeonrin.” Hyuk turned to the counter, his hands on his hips.

“I.....didn’t know.” Yeonrin sunk into her seat, eventually crouching down and slowly making her way to the back room in her daze and embarrassment, and to the confusion of her boss.

Seongwoo just restrained a smile.

--

“Thanks, Hyuk-hyung.” After almost an hour, the two returned to the shop after the repairs have been done in the Underground itself. “I wouldn’t have remembered you were open for 24 hours if Woojin didn’t remind me.”

“Ey. Don’t mention it. This is exactly the reason why we decided to have a midnight shift.” Hyuk stepped in the shop followed by Seongwoo who looked around subtly for a certain part-timer.

“Where do I pay?” Seongwoo asked.

“Over th-- Yeonrin?”

“Yes, boss?” a muffled voice from the back room resounded.

“Come out here and take care of Seongwoo’s payment. I’ll be leaving.”

Laughter from Yeonrin’s brother, who was already made aware of the situation with Yeonrin’s frantic storytelling, was heard followed by a scuffling sound and an “Ow!”

“I’ll be right out!”

Upon hearing the girl’s response, Hyuk bid goodbye to the younger male and left the shop premises.

When Seongwoo turned back, Yeonrin was still in the doorway of the backroom with a calculating expression on her face. “So…”

Seongwoo raised his eyebrows, waiting. “Is it too late for introductions?” he teased.

“...this is awkward.” Yeonrin rushed to the cash register without making eye-contact with the customer who was ready to poke some fun.

She prepared his receipt in silence until, with both palms on the counter, she finally mustered the courage to speak. “I feel really bad for everything I blurted out. I could be very judgmental, sometimes…”

“I found it very amusing.” Seongwoo had his arms crossed in front of him, a habit he seemed to have whenever he was even remotely entertained. “Thanks for the feedback, anyways.”

Yeonrin face-palmed at the boy’s successful attempts at deepening her embarrassment. “I’ll pay for your repair, if that makes up for my mean chatter...”

"Not enough."

"Not enough?!" Yeonrin’s eye bulged out of their sockets. She thought the man was going to take advantage of this chance to get a new drum set, something she would not think twice about cursing him for. “You know I’m just a student in university, right? I only work part-time and I--”

"My ego got wounded, you know. Need that to perform. Listen to our songs and I’ll have that confidence back again." Seongwoo tried to haggle with her as if they were talking about currency and not human emotion.

“Seems like you didn’t lose it anyway…” Yeonrin whispered through gritted teeth. “Fine.” She grabbed her phone from the countertop, scrolled and clicked repeatedly until she showed Seongwoo the screen and clicked ‘follow’ on BAMs streaming site. “I’ll get to it. Happy?”

“Very.” he put up both thumbs. “You’re welcome in advance.” Seongwoo winked at her before leaving the shop with a bounce to his step, leaving a baffled Yeonrin to figure out the strangeness of the recent encounter.

--

Usually, when people come across celebrities, they would immediately post their encounter on their SNS accounts, and how they were star-struck, lucky even to come across a star on a very normal day.

She’s no different if it was a normal encounter, except this time around it wasn’t. It was a rather unpleasant encounter. The worst meeting one could possibly arrange. She blamed her unneeded opinions.

To make up for it, she fulfilled her promise of listening to their songs, no matter how much it stroked her pride wrongly.

She liked their songs upon giving it a try, but she isn’t about to chase Ong Seongwoo just for him to give his satisfied smirk, and she’s content with just being another anti-BAM (no matter how sparse those people are) in his eyes. She completed the end of her deal, so she really shouldn’t feel a little bit guilty about the vicious words she uttered right to his face.

The door chimes in again at such an ungodly hour -- a deja vu. Right, then he’ll enter with his confidence. She takes a peek on the doorway, finding Seongwoo striding in with a smirk on his face just how she pictured it.  A vague feeling sets in that it wouldn’t be their last meeting.

“Broke your drum again?” she greets condescendingly.  He hums in return, dragging the stool positioned at the far edge of the counter right in front of the cashier.  

“If yes, does the free drum repair still stand?”  He rests his elbows on the counter, chin resting on the back of his hand.

“Suck it. That was deducted from my salary. “ she huffs out and shooes him away as if any other customer would actually enter in that hour, a quarter past 12.  “I already listened to your songs. And I doubt you’re back to get your drum repaired. So?”

“I need visual evidence.” he brings out his iPhone X, rests it beside the cashier and plugs the earphones on the jack. She sighs and takes the earphones, but Seongwoo grabs the other pair, inserting it to his ear. He smiles innocently, nudging her to press the play button already.

“I needed sound evidence as well.” She rolls her eyes.

“We could have just played it on speaker.”

“Clearly, you don’t understand the charm of Bose earphones. It does wonders.” he says as a matter-of-fact, fingers flicking airily, chin raised and eyes fluttering coyly imitating that of a connoisseur.

She had the intense urge to smack Ong Seongwoo right there and then, to hell be his Bose earphones and Iphone X. “So does that mean you need some auxiliary for your band’s music?” she strikes  back, a little proud over her reply.  

“Maybe your ears might miss out on our awesomeness. Woojin’s bass is insane, something speakers can’t finely deliver.”  

Mentally, she nods in agreement. She experimented on listening under different platforms, but she isn’t entertaining the idea of feeding Seongwoo’s already large ego.

Seongwoo scoots closer to not overly stretch the earphones cable. Once again, aqua mist. She likes his smell, and it distracts her from fully listening. Thankfully the earphones really did wonders, bringing out the music’s color better.

Seongwoo hums along, using the wooden countertop as his makeshift drums and some other paraphernalia that he found sitting -- a metallic tumbler, two ballpens and a lost triangle.

He makes it a duty to present Yeonrin his favorite songs, skipping along some tracks because they don’t have enough time to actually go through the whole discography.

Close to two and a half hours later, and a sore ear, Seongwoo finally closes his phone and unplugs the earphones. Pushing his phone to his back pocket, he tilts his head to Yeonrin who was pressing a finger on her ear’s tragus.

“So? It blew you away right? Right?” his tone rising with enthusiasm.

“It was….” mind blowing. exhilarating. jaw-dropping. amazing. ...

She gulps down. There is something hard to shake off against Seongwoo’s glittering eyes -- bewitching and taunting all at the same time.

“Too loud.” she concludes. Seongwoo’s eyebrows crease, a little crestfallen about her sudden remark.

“You forgot that your volume was a hundred. Clearly, you’re a drummer.” she snides.

She wins this time.

He groans, checking his phone and setting it lower this time. “Okay. One more time!”

“Maybe some other time, Ong Seongwoo. It’s closing time.”  She unhinges the lock on the counter and leaves to flip the sign to ‘closed’. 

--- notes : I swear I’m not Seongwoo biased lolololololol but writing about him makes me feel like I’m slowly becoming one 

Fanfic where the side story was based on --  This Band (p.1) This Band (p.2) This Band (p.3) This Band (p.4)  This Band (p.5)    This Band (p.6) This Band (p.7) This Band (p.8)  This Band (p.9)  This Band (p.10) This Band (p.11)    This Band (p.12) This Band (p.13) This Band (p15) B.A.M p1 // B.A.M p2 // B.A.M p3 // B.A.M final

[jikookerie]

Hyung and Boyfriend

I just want to address the “hyung” title that JK attaches to address JM at times. I see this used as “evidence” of them not being in a “relationship” to either shame or convince Jikookies. I find that ridiculous.

First, hyung is a title that a younger man must call an elder man. It does not really mean “I see all the men I call hyung as a big brother only.” It is a title. Just like women call men who are older than them “Oppa”. People call me “Imo” all the time. It is a title. I am not literally their aunt. Countries who do not use titles have a hard time understanding this.

Second, the title can have different connotations. Take “ Oppa” for example ... women in Korea call their older brothers Oppa. They call their male older friends Oppa. They also call their boyfriends “Oppa”. And men love it!!! No one ever claims that a woman only sees a man as a big brother when she calls him Oppa even though she kisses him deeply and holds his hand and is in general very romantic. No! Everyone understands context matters. So simply because someone calls them hyung doesn’t mean he only sees him as a big brother.

Third, as proof of the second point, the dudes in this video are clearly in a love relationship. They were pretty intimate in the beginning of the video. 😏And still ... the younger one calls the older one hyung in the video. We all know that dude had his hand in his boyfriend’s underwear. He clearly does not mean big brother.

So if you don’t believe Jikook are a couple. Great. I’m not trying to convince you they are.

But please stop trying to convince us that they aren’t because we aren’t buying it. ✌🏼

Hey, I saw a video on YT of a gay Korean couple making gimbap and at first I thought they were inspired by Jikook's vlive, but then I checked the date it came out, May 1, 2020. I wonder if it was the other way around? This is the video if you want to check it out; Weekend day, making Gimbap #2/ Korean gay couple vlog. Let me know what you think

Omg the parallels!!! And the timing :0 That’s so cute! It feels too delulu to believe they’re actually connected but they are sooo freaking similar it’s wild. Thanks for sharing!!

[kpopperreaction]

Sweet Innocence Chapter 1: the first beginnings

(AJ: this took me an hour to write then my word doc froze so I had to retype it which took another hour. hopefully this is good)

Two children, the elder being 13 and the younger being 6, sat quietly next to one another as adults looked over at them with face full of sadness and pity and the elder of the two held the younger’s hand tightly while glaring at the adults.

“H-Hyunggie? W-what’s gonna happen to u-us?” the 6 year asked quietly and weakly, almost sounding as if he is whimpering. The elder of the two children hugged the younger close to him, protecting the young child from the looks they were getting.

“Don’t worry. Hyunggie will protect you,” the teens daid and the two saw a young couple walk up to them with soft smiles on their faces. The woman kneeled in front of the two boys and carefully put a hand on both of their knees.

“Boys, my name is Minah and this is my husband, Junsu. We are here to take you to your new home,” the woman spoke in a gentle and calm tone.

“Where is that, an orphanage?” the elder boy snapped and pulled his younger brother close and away from the adults. Junsu frowned at that statement and kneeled along with his wife, folding his hands in his lap.

“No kiddo, you are staying with us at our home. We are adopting you both,” the man said just as gently and calmly as his wife. The teen’s eyes widen and he let go of the 6 year old in shock then stared at the couple with his mouth agape.

“A-Adopt us? w-why?” the teen questioned, clearly confused about the reasoning behind the couple’s motive.

“h-hyunggie….w-what does adopt m-mean?” the younger sibling asked, confused by the big word they used. Minah smiled and gently took their hands into her own then stood up, making them stand as well.

“It means, you’ll be your family~”

A figure sits up in their bed and rubs their eyes to wake up a bit more then jumps as the door to their room slams open and a tiny child rushes in. “JIYEONNIE OPPA~!” the child yells and jumps onto the bed, making the figure groan in pain a bit and holds the child to stop them from jumping again.

“Miya, oppa is fragile so you need to be extra careful ok?” the figure, a young man named Jiyeon, say gently to the tiny person in his arms. The child, a little girl named Miya, looks up at the male with a confused look on her face and sits in his lap.

“What does fragile mean oppa?” the girl questions, playing with the soft, fuzzy blanket surrounding them both. Jiyeon pets the child’s hair gently and gives a small yet sweet smile.

“It means that oppa breaks easily YaYa,” the male says and picks Miya up then gets out of the bed. The two proceed to head downstairs where the smell of fresh maple syrup hits their noses and the sound of oil sizzling can be heard. The male sets the little girl down and peeks his head into the kitchen then sees a woman with long, dyed blonde hair wearing a pink and white sun dress standing at the stove, humming while she cooks. The woman looks over towards the direction Jiyeon is standing and her bright, brown eyes sparkle and her ruby painted lips turn up into a soft and kind smile.

“There is the birthday boy~! Happy birthday sweetheart~!” the woman’s cheerful voice rings out and she hugs the other tightly, making the skinny male have trouble breathing.

“Minah, don’t kill the poor boy on his birthday,” an older male’s voice says causing the two to separate and the woman to pout.

“I wasn’t trying to kill him at all. I was just giving our little boy a hug for his birthday Junsu,” Minah says and smacks her husband’s arm. The man, Junsu, smiles and hugs the boy as well, patting his back with his large hand. The man has short black hair, small brown eyes and fair skin wearing a button up work shirt, jean work pants and steel-toed work boots.

“Happy birthday kiddo. I can’t believe you are already 21. It makes me kinda sad you ain’t a kid anymore,” the man says and goes over to the little girl sitting at the dining room table then picks her up, “did you wish Jiyeon oppa a happy birthday?”

Miya shakes her head and reaches toward the 21 year old who holds her close and giggles while wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

“Happy burthsay oppa~” the child says and gives the male a kiss on the cheek. She reaches back to her father and is held close by the man who walks back to the table.

“It’s “birthday” princess,” Junsu says and smiles, tapping her nose gently. Jiyeon smiles at the two and takes a seat along with them as the woman brings out the home cooked food. The family of 4 enjoys the beautifully made breakfast and helps clean up all the dishes together.

“I think I am going to go visit umma and appa today. It is only fair,” the 21 year old says and looks at the two older adults.

“If that is what you want Jiyeonnie. It is your birthday after all,” Junsu says, wiping off his hands and pats the male’s shoulder. Jiyeon smiles and goes to the front door to grab his sandals and puts them on his feet.

“Do you want me to drive you there?” Minah asks, sticking her head out of the kitchen.

“No thank you, I need the exercise. I’ll be home later, love you!” the male yells to his family and steps out of the house and into the hot summer air. As he walks down the street, he does not notice eyes following his every move.

“That the kid?” one figure questions, looking up at the other.

“Yes, he’ll make us a pretty price to let him go. Once he is alone, use the rag on him and knock him out. We’ll follow your gps signal and load him into the car,” the other figure says and pats the first on the shoulder while handing over a baggie with a rag soaking in a liquid to them. The first figure begins walking behind Jiyeon at a safe distance and, once the male is on a street that has very few people on it, the figure grabs the other from behind. Before the 21 year old can scream, a rag is placed over his nose and mouth as he struggles in the hold. After a few moments, the fumes coming off the rag causes the male to become unconscious and go limp in the other’s arms.

*Time jump*

“How the hell did you two mess this up!? You had one job!” Jiyeon awakens to a voice yelling and is surprised when he feels that his hands are bound behind his back.

“w-what is going on?” the male questions and, when his eyes clear up, he sees a group of 6 men standing around in a circle. He becomes afraid when one, a very tall male wearing a muscle shirt to show off his tattoos, walks over to him and grabs his chin.

“Well, what do we do now hyung? He knows what we look like,” the tall male says and looks back at the group. A petite male walks up to them and hands the taller male a knife. Jiyeon’s eyes widen as the male takes it then goes behind him and when he starts struggling, he is held down by the petite male.

‘t-this is where I die…..i-I’m never gonna see m-mama, papa or M-Miya again….’ The 21 year old thinks as he closes his eyes and waits for the pain of being stabbed to happen. When it doesn’t, he opens to eyes to see the tall male and the petite male sitting down and his hands are free.

“w-why didn’t you kill me?” Jiyeon questions clearly confused but thankful that he is still alive.

“We may be a gang but we don’t kill sweet innocents. It isn’t out nature,” one male says as he crosses one leg over the other.

“y-you are a gang?” the male questions and before anyone could answer him, the 21 year old’s world went black.