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jaywritessmut · 5 years ago

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Weiß Chapter I- Business & Pleasure

*Weiß- White in German

Florian Munteanu x black female reader (All my fics are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: mentions of death & drug use, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Authors note: Sorry this took so long yall! I moved to a completely new state and that came with its own challenges and adjustments. Things have calmed down since but I’m about to start job hunting and house hunting which is exciting but also stressful AF! Pray for me! I apologize for any mistakes!

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Something about the smell of a hookah lounge drove her wild. The subtle sweetness in the air had always brought her peace, sometimes a bit of arousal. She found it much more tolerable than plain old cigarettes. But then again, cigarettes didn’t come in flavors like Blue Mist or Double Apple. She scanned the drink menu, impressed with the newer selections listed. Of course there were the outrageous names to contend with. Oil Spill? Typical Klaus she pondered. He’d always had an eye for the dramatic and it was one of the things she loved about him. How sad it was that she’d never hear one of his energetic, albeit coke fueled, rants again. She decided to pay homage to her eccentric companion and order one for old times sake. Her usual order of Jäger would have to wait.

The server took her order, fumbling over his pen as he scribbled it down. He was intimidated by her. She radiated authority and confidence. He had no idea who she was but the level of service she was receiving let him know that she was definitely a VIP. Making a mistake could cost him his job.

He must be new. She smirked at the thought. How cute.

Most everyone here knew who she was. Her table had been closed off and ready for her with her usual selection. Sex on the beach with a deeper freezer hose. They even made sure to put it in a mango just how she liked it. As soon as she stepped her Manholo clad foot out of her pearl white BMW, she’d been escorted into the club. Tamir gave her a salacious grin while he watched her strut into the building. Yeah, he was still hoping for a piece of that. The line of impatient party goers stared on in envy as she was given preferential treatment. But she was the boss. And bosses waited for no one.

She thought about letting loose tonight. Lord knows she needed it. But tonight was all about business. She needed to think. And surprisingly she was able to do just that as the bass from the clubs stereos shook the room. They had a deal, she and Klaus. She provided the money and kept an eye on the financial and legal side of things while Klaus was the face. He managed the club events, payroll, employees, social media presence, you name it. He was good at being the center of attention while she worked behind the scenes. But he also handled the grittier parts of it all. He dealt with the foot soldiers, making sure they were moving product. And then with suppliers to make sure they weren’t getting screwed them over. Turf wars and partnerships were all handled by him. It was a messy arena that Klaus shielded her form. And it made sense.

She was a sheltered daughter of an American diplomat. Her experience growing up in Berlin was quite different from his. While he fought to escape the crime infested slum and shady gangs, she vacationed on glamorous yachts in Malta. As a kid, he’d learned about the proper price to charge for a kilo while she was taught French and art history. They came from two different worlds yet managed to build a successful enterprise together. And now with him gone, she had no idea what to do. Just why the fuck did he have to piss off the Russians?

From across the club, Florian studied her closely in amazement. Annalise Roper in the flesh. ‘Lise’ was what she went by with family and close friends. But to her secret associates, she was Snow, the cocaine queen of Deutschland. He was surprised to see her here tonight. He had had the pleasure of meeting her on only a few occasions but knew that it was rare for her to be at the club. And with the circumstances surrounding Klaus death, he would’ve thought she’d lay low and increase security. But her face was unknown in the underground circles. When rival gangs talked about taking out Snow they were expecting a blonde hair blue eyed type. Not the melanated beauty he was currently admiring. The whole thing was ingenious really.

He watched as she threw back a shot, the club lights reflecting off her deep mocha skin. Her all white ensemble gave her an ethereal appearance, as if she were floating above the crowd. The effect she had on him was evident from the noticeable bulge in his pants. Full luscious lips, sultry bedroom eyes, flawless skin. All of her features drove him wild. And that was just her face. The white midi dress she wore, clung to her curves sinfully almost like a second skin. He knew she worked out. A body like that had to be properly maintained and cared for. And he wanted to explore every inch of it.

Florian adjusted his pants before approaching her. She’d just finish placing another drink order, a Jäger with ginger beer. The already skittish server rushed from her table almost running straight into him. When he glared stoically at the poor kid, he took off faster than before, desperate to get away from the two of them. Her almond shaped eyes gazed at him curiously while she took a pull from the hose. She admired the way his clothes fit on his body. His tailored shirt accentuated his impressive biceps. and the first two buttons were undone, showcasing his signature gold chain. He had style, that was undeniable.

Florian fought the urge to look at her lips but they were too hard to resist. The image of them wrapped around the hose was enough to fuel his already wild imagination.

She let out the smoke she inhaled while maintaining eye contact

“Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?”

He couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his lips. Sarcasm was her defense mechanism, but it only made him want her more.

“Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht dich hier zu sehen, Schnee”

Her eyes flashed in anger at his nickname for her. She hated the way it sounded in German. Schnee. It was nowhere near as sexy as Snow.

“Darf ich mich setzen?”

“Wirst du mich nerven?”

He took a seat next to her, ignoring her question. Asshole she thought to herself. But a very sexy asshole nonetheless. The jittery server returned with her drink and skittered off to help the next patron.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He leaned into her, pressing a muscular leg onto her. She’d always been in awe of his large frame, even daydreamed about being pinned underneath him while he did unspeakable things to her body. But she was his boss. And she didn’t fuck her employees.

“I don’t hate you. I’m irritated by you” she went to take a sip of her drink to take the edge off. Whichever bartender made it went heavy on the Jäger . She was grateful for it.

“Why? Because I turn you on?” She almost choked on her drink as he brought his mouth to her ear.

Composing herself, she turned to glare at him. But he remained unfazed by her anger.

“Who said you turn me on? And how do you even know what me being turned on looks like? You’ve never had me to know”

“We could change that tonight.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned away from him. He was a typical playboy, used to getting what he wanted with a few charming words. But she wasn’t falling for it.

"Don’t be like that. You know you want me”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Basic science. Your pupils dilate whenever I come around. And you think I don’t notice but you look me up and down while biting your lip. It’s really sexy by the way, makes me want to lean forward and nibble it myself”

She crossed her arms in indignation trying to prevent his words from having an affect on her. His eyes wandered low to admire the way her breasts were pushed together.

“You also clench your legs together when I speak to you. Just like you are right now. And if you let me, I can give you the friction you desperately need. All you have to do is say yes”

He softly strummed his finger against her thigh. The sensation made her dizzy and she struggled to compose herself. It had been a while. Her last relationship ended a year ago and the Tinder dates just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Florian leaned closer once more and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Want to bet on how many times I can make you come in one night?”

Her resolve weakened and she closed her eyes as she fought for control of her libido. This was not what she had in mind when she made her way to the club.

Fighting past her bodies screams for release, she sat up straight and scooted away from him.

“Flo, I’m here to think. I can’t be distracted. Not now”

He picked up on the solemn tone of her voice. Maybe he was coming in a little too strong. Her friend was just killed and now she was left with an illegal business that she felt ill equipped to run alone. His attempt at seducing her didn’t really help.

“He cared a lot about you, you know? And he respected the hell out of you”

She nodded as she took another pull from the hose, trying to fight back the tears that would undoubtedly come. Klaus truly was her friend. And because of some stupid deal that she didn’t even want him to take, he was dead. She’d never hear his infectious laugh or be on the receiving end of one of his bear hugs again. A chill ran through her as she blew out a plume of smoke.

“Snow, did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said, let me take you home. This is the last place you need to be”

“I can’t. I need to be here”

“No you don’t. Elias has the club under control. We’ll figure out the rest ourselves, okay?”

Maybe now wasn’t the right time. She’d always prided herself on being rational and calculated. It was hard to be that way when so many emotions swirled through her heart and mind. Fear being the biggest one. What if this was all going to collapse? What if she was next?

She nodded, focusing on fighting back the unshed tears that blurred her vision. This was not how the night was supposed to go. But it was for the best. The business could wait. Right now she needed a distraction. She handed Florian her keys and let him guide her out the club, ignoring the curious stares that followed. Fuck them she thought. It was none of their business who she took home.

They rode in her car in silence. She was careful who she let drive her baby but she trusted Florian for some strange reason. Occasionally his eyes would wander over to her seat so that he could admire her toned legs. He imagined them wrapped around his waist while he drove into her. Or maybe over his shoulders while he pounded into her. Snow smirked to herself as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Drei” she blurted out. He turned to her as best he could, a curious look on his face.

“You wanted to bet how many times you can make me come tonight. Die antwort ist drei”

Surprise registered on his face as he took in what she was saying. She was giving him the green light, and he had no intention of passing up on the offer. Florian drove like a mad man, weaving through traffic with a fierce determination. The sounds of blaring car horns filled the air as he made his way to her apartment. When they finally pulled into the parking space outside, he turned the car off and turned to Snow. The tension in the air was thick and he fought to compose himself.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?”

“I just don’t want you to regret this. If you say yes, I won’t hold back. If you say yes, then I’m going to make it my mission to explore every inch of your luscious body. Willst du das??”

With an unmistakable nod, she gave him the answer he wanted. She gazed into his hazel eyes, and found that his eyes were slowly flickering down to her plump lips. Florian leaned forward to kiss her, relishing in the feel of her soft lip against his. Her brought up a hand to tenderly stroke her cheek, causing her to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip in his tongue, gently coaxing her to deepen the kiss.

Something came over Snow as she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed over to straddle his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he leaned his seat back to give them more space. His hands lowered down to her ass which he held a tight grip on.

He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to the tender spot underneath her ear and began to place open mouth kisses there. The feeling made her head fuzzy with need and she felt her wetness drip from her center.

“Flo” she moaned, rocking her hips against his. She felt the substantial bulge in his jeans and it made her even more desperate for release. He chuckled against her skin before bringing his lips to hers and planting a hot open mouth kiss.

His hands moved strategically over her body, as if he was studying every spot that drew a response. He committed it to memory, trusting that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to taste her. He took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head and he continued to kiss her which she returned with fierce determination. The inside of his car began to fill with the sounds of her moans as he slid his hands up her right thigh.

His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down her shapely mocha legs.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" he teased as he circled her clit. She moaned and shook, unable to formulate a response.

"Gut" he said as he slipped a finger inside and massaged her g-spot. She shuddered and felt himself hardened as her walls clenched his thick fingers.

He kissed her and continued to massage her inner walls while stroking her clit. The sensation of his mouth devouring her while stroking her most sensitive spot, caused heat to spread through her body. She knew her orgasm was close and she didn’t even care that they hadn’t even made it inside her apartment.

“Fuck, Flo, I’m-”

He pumped his fingers into her, stroking the soft spongy part of her with a wicked speed while coaxing her to her release. With added pressure on her clit, she detonated around him, her warm center tightening around him with a vice grip. He placed soft kisses on her neck, which she exposed to him as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

“That was one” she purred, coming down from her orgasm. She saw the flash of persistence in his eye and immediately knew she was in for a wild night. The gauntlet had been thrown down and he was more than ready to pick it up.

“Let’s get you in the house, jetzt” he growled before crushing his lips to hers.

They stumbled into the foyer of her apartment, a tangled mess of hands and lips. The ride up to her floor was nothing but him pushing her up against the elevator wall and teasing her already sensitive flesh. And right now, with them finally having privacy, she felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he grunted, pulling his lips from hers.

“Upstairs, second room on the right”

With no effort, Florian picked her up and made his way up the steps. She began teasing him, suckling and nibbling on the soft flesh of his earlobe. His skin broke out in goosebumps making her smile with satisfaction. He made his way to her bedroom and crushed his lips onto hers, slamming the door behind him with his foot. They remained locked in a deep kiss, her legs wrapped around him, grinding on the front of his jeans. He tossed her onto the bed and she fell with a squeal of delight. After giggling and catching her breath she looked up at him.

He couldn't remember wanting anything so badly. He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the front of the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. Taking off his shirt, he measured the gorgeousness of her feminine curves as they lay before him. The gentle arch in her back, the slight hourglass form that widened into the luscious, full heart shape of her butt.

He needed to devour her; to put her in the ecstatic trance that drew him like a magnet to her in the first place. He needed to taste this irresistible creature.

She had succeeded in the arduous task of loosening his belt and had her little hand down the front of his boxers grasped gently around his thick member. He saw her eyes widen and her tongue trace across her lips in anticipation. He pushed his jeans to the ground so she could get an easier grip but when she went to take him in his mouth, he stopped her, took her hand off his member and kissed it.

"You first..."

Florian shoved Snow back onto the bed. She tumbled over with a giggle and a sigh as he crawled over the top of her. He teased her swollen clit with the tip of his shaft for a second and felt her shiver at the contact.

He began at her neck kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring her smell and every inch of her flavor. He made his way to her toned belly and grazed his lips over her navel, watching her toned tummy rise and fall as her breathing became more erratic. He positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at her glistening pussy, laid open for him. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, then suckling the inside of her left, he reveled in her scent. It reminded him of citrus and honey.

With a long, flat tongue he tasted her.He groaned in appreciation at how sweet and juicy she tasted. Craving more, he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips but it only made him more excited. His tongue danced around the sensitive flesh as he responded to her gasps and moans.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she begged.

His dick throbbed painfully, wanting in on the action. But this was for her. And he loved making her moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her. She followed his lead, grinding her hips against the entirety of his mouth, using the friction to get closer and closer to her destination.

He flicked his tongue across her clit in a fluid motion and inserted two eager fingers into her slick center. Her moan rose into a pleasure-filled shriek, he heard her breath come in quicker and knew she was close to her release.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her walls tensing around his fingers as she released once more in a succulent explosion that left his mouth soaking to the bottom of his nose and his hand wet all the way to his wrist. His beard glistened with her juices and it drove him wild to be covered in her scent.

“That was two” he grunted, a sense of pride filling him. He had always been a competitive man and this was one game he was sure to win. She lay sprawled, unable to open her eyes, but with a contented smile on her lips as the waves of her body's aftershock shook her, gently bouncing her breasts. He knew she was more than ready for him.

He quickly stripped her of the rest of her clothing, the white midi dress discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor. He was surprised to discover that in addition to no panties, she’d forgone a bra as well.

“No underwear huh? Well aren’t we nasty” he taunted, as he stroked his dick along her already sensitive clit.

“Shut up and fuck me Florian” she growled, growing impatient. Two orgasms weren’t enough, she wanted more. She needed him to fill her.

He slid his body atop hers, looking deeply into her soulful brown eyes as he sank into her. Her nails dug into his skin as he pulled out before thrusting forward and bottoming out inside her.

He began long, slow, deep strokes wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with every down stroke, perfectly in tune with his pace.

“So fucking wet” he gasped as her felt her soft folds took him in deeper and deeper. He had decided in that moment that this was his favorite place to be. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs and die a happy man.

Her cheeks flushed as the walls of her pussy tightened around him. She knew he was big from the feel of his bulge in the car but she still gasped in surprise when he filled her up. The way he moved within her drove her wild and she was desperate for more. She hooked her leg around his waist, aching for him to be as close to him as she possibly could.

“Please baby, harder” she urged, wanting to feel him fully unleash on her. Teasingly, he pulled all the way out until just the head was inside her and paused. She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly, biting her lower lip hard. He sank his cock back inside her and paused again, causing her to quiver.

“Fuck Flo, get to it!” she cried, causing something inside of him to snap. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting in her with a feverish need. She was panting as he fucked her and leaned up to kiss him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her, hitting that sweet spot. And with one sudden jerk of his hips, he felt her pussy grip him tightly before exploding all around him.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as her entire body dissolved into the waves of pleasure flowing through her. Florian continued to move inside her, softly stroking her face and hair while whispering sweet words in her ear. She was completely shattered, but the hard cock pulsing inside of her told her that the night was far from over.

“And there’s three. Think you got one more for me baby?” he cooed. Her hooded gaze told him she was spent, but he was determined to win this bet. He knew he could push her past the brink of satisfaction one last time.

He pulled out of her and effortlessly flipped her over, leaving her chest pressed into the mattress. He then led her to the edge of the bed, pullingg her lower body up onto her knees. Standing behind her, Florian pushed her head down to the mattress and rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping wet slit.

With a quick thrust forward, he buried his cock inside her roughly, grabbing onto her hips for leverage.

“Fuck!” they both cried out simultaneously.

Snow arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her back against him as he slammed his cock into her hard and fast. She moaned wantonly, and he felt the familiar tremor of her walls.

“Are you going to come for me again baby?” he cooed into her ear.

She could barely respond but her body answered for him.

“Hold it liebling” he urged, as he pounded into her fiercely.

Her body shook with every thrust of his hips and she wondered just how she would fend off this impending orgasm. As if it wasn’t hard enough, he wrapped both hands around her neck and began fucking her harder.

Her body had no choice but to surrender to his brutal assault and she wailed into the mattress as she fought to stop herself from coming. His thick cock was buried deep inside of her, relentlessly filling her up and staking its claim over her. And just when she thought she couldn’t hold it any longer, he granted her release.

“Fuck, Snow, come! Come all over this dick!” he growled before emptying inside of her, coating her walls with thick ribbons of his cum. Her last orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a screaming mess underneath him. She had never been more thankful for her penthouse apartment that separated her from the rest of her neighbors.

Florian gently pulled out of her before laying next to her. They laid next to each other, both trying to calm their breathing and make sense of what had just transpired between them.

“So I guess I won the bet” he remarked smugly, while taking in her appearance. Her hair stuck to her forehead, dampened by the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out across her body.

“Shut up” she ragged, still struggling to catch her breath. He couldn’t help the chuckle that broke from his lips and pretty soon, they were both laughing hysterically, their arms and legs tangled together.

“What’s my prize. For exceeding your expectations?”

“The nut you got was enough of a prize” she retorted, her head now gently laid on his toned chest. She lazily drew circles around his pecs, relishing in the feel of his warm skin.

“Fair enough”

“But we do have a more serious issue on our hands now,” she continued. The problems she had at the club were still there and a few orgasms wouldn’t be enough to rid her of them. Florian looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain what she meant.

“I need you to walk me through the business. I want to take over.”

Translations:

Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?- Didn’t you know that it’s rude to stare?

Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht, dich hier zu sehen, Schnee - Yeah, I’m just surprised to see you here Snow.

Darf ich mich setzen?”- May I sit?

“Wirst du mich nerven?- Are you going to annoy me?

Drei/Die antwort ist drei- Three/ The answer is three

Willst du das?- Do you want this?

Gu- Good

Jetzt-Now

Liebling- Darling

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years ago

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So I would have done this earlier, but my day decided to start with a headache, and I only just got the medication to kick in to handle it, so. Let’s see how Izuku’s training goes in the second half of the chapter.

(Reminder: Don’t clean up trash dumps without proper safety gear and tetanus shots, that’s how you get sick with like twenty different things and die.)

[No. 2 - Roaring Muscles]

They meet again at the Dagobah- I mean the Takoba Municipal Beach Park at 6 AM, which is an hour that would daunt many. The narration from Izuku notes that receiving the power won’t be so easy, while transitioning to the first scene of said training:

Really, Izuku? Starting a bit on the high end of the scale there, aren’t you? Well, I mean, compared to the actual trucks and stuff, I suppose it’s not the highest end, but still. Also, that All Might shirt, I’m cackling. And All Might just sitting on top of the fridge and giving commentary, ah, my exact weird niche of humor.

(Nice ‘no dumping’ sign there. Seriously, so many trucks and cars just in that one pile??? How??? Did they get there??? I suppose strength / telekinesis / whatever, but still, this seems excessive.)

Izuku, naturally, flops to the ground in defeat while All Might makes light of the lack of progress. Izuku mentions that All Might is 274 kilos alone, which All Might corrects to 255 - at least in that form, anyways. Izuku then finally gets to asking why he’s hauling garbage across the beach.

His hands are so fucking big what the hell. Also ouch, All Might’s blunt statement of fact making Izuku slide into a depressive spiral, complete with tears. He quickly clarifies that he means Izuku’s body isn’t ready, which pulls Izuku out of said tearfest with the most hilarious ‘what the fuck’ face I have yet seen.

Like I’m sorry I’m just cackling at literally all of this, it’s just portrayed so fantastically. All Might taking all the pictures, Izuku’s confused face, then the horror in his expression as he imagines his body exploding. Man, remember that time he was worried about losing his limbs? Good times, good thing he’s going to immediately forget that once he has his quirk.

Izuku, chapter 2: My limbs!!!!

Izuku, chapter 4: Friendship ended with limbs. Now OFA is my best friend.

Also, before I move on and forget, another description of OFA provided here - it binds the physical strength of many people into one. Aka, a stockpile of power. I wonder if anything else also gets stockpiled with that physical strength, hmm… [thonk]

Another addition from discord, since I didn’t notice the translation error: All Might says his quirk is All For One there. I can’t believe he was the true villain of the series all along.

Izuku repeats to clarify - he’s at the beach to train his body by hauling trash. All Might gives him a yes and a thumbs up, before continuing on to explain how the beach has been like this for years, with Izuku agreeing, bringing up the currents and how people add to it by dumping garbage there, even when they shouldn’t… not that anyone who lives around there ever comes there.

Holy fuck All Might stronk. That was a tap and it went cronch.

Right, All Might goes on to explain that young heroes are only after fame and glory, but that heroism is all about volunteer work, no matter how unglamorous, and that they’ll strive to bring back the beautiful view - as he puts his hand on top of the fridge and crunches it down hard enough to send debris flying all around it.

All Might calls this Izuku’s first step on the path to becoming a hero, and Izuku looks around and hesitantly asks whether All Might really means all of the beach, as the scene zooms out to give a sense of just how much work would be involved in that. All Might asks if Izuku wants to get into UA, which Izuku confirms, because All Might went to UA, so he definitely wants to go there if he can.

BABEY. Also All Might calling him a blind fanboy, which I mean, it’s true, but still.

All Might tells Izuku that, as he said before, it’s not possible for someone quirkless, and that that’s the sad reality of things. He also explains that UA’s hero course is the toughest there is. Izuku picks up on what All Might means - he has ten months to make his body ready to take on the power of One For All.

All Might turns back around with a sheaf of papers that… where did he pull them from even? Magic, I guess. He explains that those papers are his self-designed ‘Pass The Test, American Dream’ plan.

...huh, from the sound of that, if Izuku had stuck to it, he might have finished earlier than he did in canon? Which I guess makes sense with how he set himself back being a dumb, desperate teenager, but still weird to think about. Izuku notes that even his sleep schedule is planned out, and All Might whispers that it’ll be really tough, and asks if Izuku can do it. Izuku says he can, and that he knows he has to work harder than anyone to make it.

And so began ten hellish months. Starting out with dragging an empty locker set up to Toshinori’s truck and running around with tires over his shoulders.

We transition over time, seeing Izuku in class looking exhausted and thinking about dealing with another ten months of that training. He then starts thinking about his time left and his training schedule, and then about possible self-training right after he was handed a tailor-made schedule to follow by his hero and idol. What a legend.

...wait, we can calculate when this is, since the entrance exam is noted to be February 26th (which for my purposes is going to be a Sunday, for reasons I’ll get into next chapter)! So that’s 294 days, plus the week’s space Izuku wants…

Since he’s in class, I’m going to assume this is actually ‘Monday, May 2nd’ and the week he’s giving himself isn’t exact. So this is already a bit into the training, considering that we know the following:

Japanese school start the second Monday of April

Katsuki was still 14 the day of the sludge villain incident

His birthday is April 20th

That first training session had to be on a weekend

The Sludge Villain incident had to be either the 14th or 15th, with that training session at the beach two days later, on the 16th or 17th. This means that Izuku’s been training for two weeks when he starts considering how to alter his training.

Math! Where was I again? Oh right, Izuku considering how he won’t finish in time with the limited hours he can spend actually doing strength training, and what time he can afford to shave. His muttering is pervasive enough that the entire class pauses to stare at him, before the teacher finally knocks him out of the fugue by extending his arm and knocking him on the head, asking if he hit his head during the villain attack (which is again called the mudman, but I love how the fandom just collectively decided ‘sludge villain’). While the class calls him ridiculous, neurotic, and creepy, he realizes he also has to factor in study time for the exams. Also of note:

No reaction from Katsuki. Hmm.

We next get into a montage of the training, showing all the hard work Izuku is putting in. His studying is being pushed way too late at night (yikes, that’s 2:10 AM), and there’s books to translate there. I can’t read all of them, but I’ll see what I can do.

Top shelf:

ヒーロー [hiirou] 大会 [taikai] (assembly, conference) ???

Not confident on the kanji, but it’s something hero related, and I suspect would have to do with heroics laws or history.

Bottom shelf:

アメリカン [Amerikan] [H or N-styled kanji??]

Some kind of book on American… something. Possibly related to politics or history, or perhaps literature?

Yeah, that’s all I can pick out, the rest is just too small for me to discern confidently. We can probably assume it’s stuff relevant to his studies, though.

Back with the montage, Izuku’s got some bags under his eyes for a good number of these, showing how much sleep he’s putting off and how much he’s overworking himself. He’s practically asleep in class, he throws up during training, and then we get to his breaking point:

How do we keep forgetting he has both a truck and a segway? I seriously want to know what happened to both of them.

Toshinori initially thinks Izuku’s just giving up for the day, but then he actually takes a look and realizes Izuku’s overworked himself. He explains that his plan was designed specifically to get Izuku’s body ready before the exam date, but that Izuku’s hasn’t stuck to it. He notes that overdoing it is no good, and asks if Izuku really wants to pass.

Izuku, heaving for breath, says he does, but he doesn’t wanna just pass. He has to work harder than anyone else, or else he’ll never catch up, and that he wants to be like his mentor, the strongest hero.

Such desperation! Toshinori sees it as well, and realizes Izuku’s focused on the far future. He swells into All Might, picking up Izuku and calling him a blind fanboy with dumb zeal, and that that’s exactly what he likes to hear. Also, RIP Izuku, you’re fucking dead bro. He says he gets where Izuku is coming from, but that this isn’t a time to panic, and that he’ll modify the plan for him. Izuku shakily replies that All Might isn’t old.

And so we transition one last time, to February 26th, 6 A.M. - Exam Day.

That is a well earned roar of victory, considering that’s the last of the trash on the beach, already moved to position to be shoved into the truck and dropped at the dump. The entire place is spotless (asides from all the seepage into the sand, but we won’t worry about that) and Toshinori is impressed at the timing and the exceeding of his expectations. I’m gonna assume he was gone for a while in order to be impressed with the difference and the final appearance of the beach. He’s so impressed, in fact, that he swells right up into All Might.

Izuku wobbles and slips from the top of his pile, just to be caught by his mentor, who tells him well done. Izuku pants out that he did it, though he’s still got those eyebags… seriously, kid, pace yourself. All Might is impressed, and shows him his phone while Izuku shakily gets to his feet.

Seriously his hands are so fucking huge what the fuck. How does he type on his phone in that form. Also, that difference between the limp noodle of ten months ago, and the Izuku heading into the exam is notable:

Holy heck he buff now. All Might says Izuku is a true vessel now, and Izuku shakily replies that he feels like he cheated, what with all the help he got, and that he feels blessed for it. All Might thinks that that’s wrong, it’s because of his own efforts that he earned it. He tells Izuku to quit being a crybaby, and that it’s time for the award ceremony.

While plucking a hair from his bangs, he mentions that there’s a big difference between being born with a silver spoon and working your butt off to get it, and that Izuku should take to heart that he earned the power fair and square. Izuku thinks it’s like a twist out of a comic book, right in his reach, and then:

Fantastic. All Might says it doesn’t matter what it is Izuku eats, so long as he gets his DNA. Izuku mutters that it isn’t how he’d thought it’d go, and the narrative mentions the exam begins in three hours from that moment. And so the chapter closes out, with a lot of work put in by our green bean hero-in-training.

Even knowing this is what happened from the anime and fanfics, I’m still surprised Izuku actually sort of defied / ignored All Might’s plans and advice to push himself harder. I imagine this is a trend we’ll see a lot of going forward - even in his hero worship, he also lacks the restraint that keeps him from injuring himself as much as he does.

Also, forget teacher All Might, where’s the personal trainer All Might / Toshinori fics? He’s clearly a LOT better at that tailored, one on one physical training, as opposed to the class teaching or lesson planning stuff. On examination of the evidence and what went into it, we can determine the following about Izuku's training plan and the events of the chapter:

He would have been ready for OFA before the day of the exam, and probably gotten in just enough combat training in order to be able to handle the robots.

He would NOT have finished cleaning the beach at that point; it probably would have been a project Toshinori had him finish over the month between the exams and the start of high school.

At some point soon, I’ll put together a side document that’ll keep track of estimated dates for stuff. I’m sure there’s more thoughtful and accurate ones out there, but, well. Might as well make one of my own. Meanwhile, I’ll get up that character sheet for Izuku and then head into the third chapter.

#chapter 2 #opening arcs #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #yagi toshinori #a longer post than usual #but we got through everything for this chapter!#zoom zoom #let's fucking go #so many good images from this chapter #I still crack up every time i see that 'what the fuck' face

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healthylifestyleandfitness · 3 years ago

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The Secret of Weight, how does it work?

In her book, the author shows that each of us has a caloric budget that we can spend every day. You are therefore free to use yours as you see fit as long as you do not exceed the budget in question. Wondering how many calories we have in our daily budget?

For one who does not want to get fat or lose weight, it is 1,800 kcal per day , for a man it is 2,000 kcal per day. If you exceed your budget in a day, you have a caloric debt to pay back in the next few days if you do not want to gain weight. If you do not spend the entire budget, you save money and lose weight.

Thus, there is no food restriction, you can eat everything, even chocolate and pastries . But of course, once the budget is exhausted, we must stop eating to not end up in debt.

According to Florence Delorme, losing weight is mathematical . She also says that for overweight people, 1 kilo to lose equals 7,000 calories of debt . It is therefore necessary to adopt an unrestrictive low-calorie diet that does not go beyond 1,500 calories per day for women and 1,700 calories for men to gradually reduce debts.

Is the secret of weight effective?

According to the opinions and testimonials of many readers of the book who decided to test the method, the result is satisfactory. In addition to its effectiveness, the diet presents no danger to health because its permissive side prevents deficiencies. The other benefit is that the person in the plan has the right to make deviations at a party or party, for example. Just make the calculation in case of indebtedness and do everything to repay it in the next few days.

Florence Delorme has also launched a Le Secret du Poids app that makes it even easier to follow the diet. It is free and very easy to use.

The app calculates and updates your caloric debt. It also helps you count the calories of many foods. She even takes stock of your evolution in weight loss.

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godsofmonster · 5 years ago

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Florida Kilos ≽ I.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel

Word Count- 8,500

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

From the time that I was a little girl, growing up in poverty, I decided that my adulthood would be different. At a young age, I was more sure of myself than most of the people around me. As a result, I made my way down to Florida where I began to both make and deal cocaine- alongside the man of my life. We shared our dreams, our bodies, our business. I was in a drug cartel with responsibilities and a lot of talent. I made dangerous partnerships, million dollar deals, and a lot of money; that is where this story begins.

The lights were off and the kitchen was hot. It was midday, the sun was coming in strong through the blinds.

“You mix it. Like this (Y/n).” Yoongi took the rod from my hand, mixing the liquid at the bottom of the bucket. The clear substance began to cloud, a white milky color that looked better than gold.

“What is that called again? What you just added…” I asked him. I just need to hear it once more, so that way, I could never forget.

“Sodium Hydroxide.” I wrote it down in my head, spelling it out over and over again. Making a mental note of everything he said before. Sodium Hydroxide a white solid ionic compound consisting of sodium cations Na+ and hydroxide anions OH−. Like any other corrosive acids and alkalis, drops of it can decompose living tissues and cause chemical burns that may induce permanent blindness upon contact with eyes. “After we drain it, all that’s left is to cook it.”

He removed the rod from the bucket and tossed it in the sink nearby.

“This whitewater is the purest form of cocaine. What every housewife and wall street businessman likes to snort.”

The blend was wrapped in the towel; I waited for the stove to finish cooking another batch that was already turning into snow. Cooking was always Yoongi’s artistry- I, on the other hand, was gifted with numbers. I knew how much we made, how much we sold, and how much we lost.

I heard the front door of the trailer slam- He was home early. Too early, he should have been out for at least another 52 minutes, that could only mean, that it didn’t go well. He walked into my line of sight with his eyebrows furrowed under his black hair. I pushed my hair out of my face with my forearm and leaned my hip against the countertop.

“We didn’t complete the kilos they’re asking for.” He took a set at one of the chairs from our two seat table. He pulled a cigarette, hidden in the back of his ear, placing it between his dry lips and lighting it.

“How many grams are we off?” He blew out smoke from his nostrils before rubbing his eyes with the side of his hand.

“14 grams.” I cursed under my breath; calculating and recalculating what I had cooking on my side. “Finishing up what we have here would add up to a third of an ounce. If we are lucky.”

“We are going to be left with 7 grams for our personal supply. That is only $182 of the $546 that we were planning to make for the month.” He flicked his cigarette into the ashtray and blew out the smoke from his lips quickly.

“I know (Y/n)! I know…” Yoongi began to unbutton his flannel from the heat that was cooking the blow. “And that’s is nothing compared to what they are going to be selling it for throughout streets.”

I pushed myself off the counter, taking off my gloves and surgical mask, making my way over to him. It was difficult making any extra money for us to live off of. The manufacturers of this product made shit compared to the dealers, who had the contacts and connections, and we had no choice but to sell it to them. Though in our case, we sold our leftovers ourselves which was anywhere between 14 and 21 grams. Though, like Yoongi said, it was nothing compared to the price they were going to be making. Of course, what we're doing is absolutely insane. The money that we were paid was used to by the cocaine paste from contacts in Cuba. It was business and we weren't making much of a profit. We had to be careful of how much we sold at a time and where we sold it. Yoongi and I both knew the risk we were running selling on the side. Technically, we weren’t selling on anyone's territory but all of Florida was practically owned. Though, it wasn’t much coke; any competition was an act of war.

His eyes locked with mine, standing to meet me halfway; he took me into his arms and pressed me against the small table. I was only in a pair of cotton shorts and my bra; while his hands made their way down my figure, he hooked an arm around my leg. He placed me on the table and didn’t hesitate to press his lips against mine. His kiss was hot and wet, he tasted of the cigarette he just put out and an iced americano from earlier. His lips trailed against my neck with my legs spread on his sides. I couldn’t think to the care of how hot the house was when I had him so close to me. I leaned my head against the window, disturbing the blinds, and watching his head move lower down my chest. My breath grew heavy and I bit down on my lip to try and control my breathing. I pushed his dark hair away from sticking to his forehead, getting a better look the way his mouth worked on my skin.

“Yoongi…” I moaned, “I have to finish...cooking the coke.”

I lightly pushed his head away from me and sat up on the table. He sighed and stepped back, allowing me to hop off the table and walk back towards the stove.

“I’ll call Hobi to come over so we can finish packing the order.” He pulled out his phone in one hand and the other finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“Call Kookie too. We need to give out all the coordinates over the next movements.” He nodded his head at me as the phone rang.

I made room on the counters to placed what was already cooked. Once Hobi got here, they would separate and weigh out what they needed to finish the order. Then were would see how much was left over for us. I put my mask back on and prepared what was left to be cooked.

“I still can’t stand that kid you brought in,” Yoongi muttered behind me. I rolled my eyes and glanced back at him. He tossed his shirt on the table he had me pinned against. My eyes trailed down his body while he walked over to grabbed a surgical mask from the drawer.

“He’s doing his job well,” He started at the counter, loosely parting the cheese like material by what looked like the right amount. “Jungkook is selling everything we give him and, on top of that, he is helping us out with the orders of the Kim broth-”

“He wants to fuck you.” He laughed but, I could tell, it tasted bitter. “That is the only reason he’s obedient as a dog.”

“Who cares? It’s working in our favor baby! Besides...” I turned up the heat all the way hot before turning my attention to Yoongi. I stood by his side and wrapped my hand around his waist. “He’s afraid of you.”

“Well, he should be.” I giggled and ran my hand up his bare back. He had two bullet wound scars, one went right through his shoulder and the other missed his spine by inches.

“Alright doll, I want you to shoot those bottles over there.” Yoongi walked through the high grass coming back at my side. He handed me a 9mm pistol and placed his hands on his hips. “Open your legs- the aim is having balance in a strong stance.”

I nodded my head and wrapped my hands around the grip panel, “No, no. Don’t put your hand there-this isn’t a movie. Place the second hand around your wrist, to reduce the force of the kickback.”

I did what he said and gripped my wrist tightly. Closing one of my eyes, in an attempt, get a clear aim on the coca-cola bottle peeking out of the grass. My finger pulled the trigger and the gun kicked back with a loud bang. My eyes couldn’t help back the flinch at the sound and the bullet flew somewhere into the grass. I missed.

“Okay…” Yoongi stepped in. “Aim just slightly lower than your target. You need to imagine that every one of those bottles is someone trying to kill you. You only have one chance.”

I took in a deep breath, there was already a shot of adrenaline running through my body from the first shoot. In this case, the force of the escaping bullet is going to equal the force pushing back on the gun. Force is mass times acceleration. Semi-automatic pistols can hold usually between 7 and 16 bullets and fire as quickly as you pull the trigger. My hands were growing sweating and my heart was racing but I leveled my head and refocused on the target. I look down at the sight of the gun, took aim, slowly exhale, and pull the trigger.

Bang. The glass shattered.

“Shit...you got it!” I smirk spread on my lips and my eyes searched for the next target. Bang! Glass shattering. “You see that Hobi? (Y/n) is better than you already.”

I glanced behind me to Hoseok who was sitting on a nearby log. He wore a presently surprised look, with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. I snickered and stepped back to point the gun at Yoongi. He raised his hands up and smiled, a sight that I didn’t see very often,

“That’s my girl.”

I opened the front door and was greeted by Jungkook and Hoseok. I stepped to the side and allowed them into the small living room of our trailer home. Hobi walked over to Yoongi, pulling out the scales, a block press, and the almost complete kilo of blow from a duffle bag. I walked over to the table and grabbed one of the cigarettes from Yoongi’s flannel.

“Take a seat Kookie,” I said with the cigarette between my lips right before I lit it. I kept the Zippo lighter in my hand, practicing a tick I always saw Yoongi doing.

“What’s the move?” I blew the smoke from my lips before licking them.

“We are going to have to give you much less than I told you before,” I said as I watched Hobi add the last couple of grams to the kilo for the order. “We were sure to have at least a third of an ounce, but we're 14 grams short for the Kim brothers order. If we are lucky we might have 7 or 8 grams for you to sell this weekend.”

“Well, that's a fucking bummer. I had this college party lined up. I would have been able to sell it all in one night but 8 grams is just not enough.” Yoongi finished cooking what was on the stove, while Hobi pressed the order of coke into a perfect block.

“A kilo exactly.” He announced before putting the block in the microwave; so that any water and chemicals evaporate completely.

“Sell what you can- you have the rest of the month to get rid of it,” I said assuring him that though it was a bummer, it was not big of a deal. “How many grams do we have left Yoongi?”

“It looks like a quarter ounce exactly.” He said weighing what we had left over on the scale. Hobi shook his head and sighed while waiting for the block to be done in the microwave.

“Damn...everybody was looking forward to some ‘Suga’ at this party.” Jungkook laughed with disappointment.

“What did you call it?” I asked confused on his strange choice of name.

“Suga...that's what everyone knows it by.” We all turned to look at him completely confused. “The name that's on the bag.”

I felt my skin freeze and I turned to look at Yoongi. He had his eyes locked on Jungkook. He left the grams on the counter and stepped across the floor so swiftly that I couldn’t react fast enough. He walked up to Jungkook grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“What the fuck did you say?” He caught Jungkook completely off guard, pulling him up to his feet. “You put a name on the blow you’ve been selling?!”

“The Kim brothers do it- I thought so should we-”

Yoongi swung his fist, landing across Jungkook’s baby face. He let him stumbled a few steps back with blood dripping from a cut his cheek. Though Jungkook only needed two seconds to run back to return the punch. His fist made contact with Yoongi’s jaw. The punch had him leaning forward and spitting out blood from his mouth. I quickly stood up as Yoongi reached into the back of his pants for the gun he had tucked away.

“That’s enough!” I stood behind Yoongi grabbing onto his shoulders.

“You fucking brat. Do you know what you’ve done?” His gun was pointed at Jungkook who stood holding onto his hand that was aching from the impact. “You put us on the map dumbass! What do you think the Kim brothers are going to do when they realize their coke is being sold under a different name and for a cheaper price?!”

“Put the gun down Yoongi,” Hobi said walking over between the too. Hoseok tore the gun from his grip and slammed it on the table. “We need to see what we are going to do now.”

I ran my hands along my hair and sighed. Labeling and naming one's product is a form of making territory- It is a way of openly saying “Here we are.” Which is exactly what we wanted to avoid.

“We aren’t selling in their territory though,” Jungkook said, stepping closer now that the gun wasn’t pointed at his head. He really needed to shut up right about now, for his own safety.

“All of Florida is their fucking territory!” Yoongi was quick to grab the gun once more and hit Jungkook with the back of it, this time, knocking him down.

“Jesus Christ, Yoongi!” I leaned down checking on Jungkook. Both his cheek and lip were cut open, blood was dripping down his chin and staining his white shirt. I looked up at Hoseok who was taking the gun away from Yoongi once again before I asked him to pass me some paper towels.

I would be lying if I said he didn’t deserve that- we could all be killed because of what Jungkook did. I would also be lying if I said that seeing Yoongi this angry didn’t turn me on. But I did bring Jungkook into our business, and so I felt responsible for what happened with him and to him.

“Get him the hell out of here before I kill him.” Yoongi turned around, walking off into the bathroom.

“Hobi please take him home. Yoongi and I will take care of the rest here- wait for our call later tonight.” Jungkook got up on his feet cleaning up the blood from his chin with the paper towels I gave him.

As soon as I saw them out, I went to the bathroom where I found Yoongi washing his mouth from the taste of blood.

“Let me take a look.” A slit on his top lip was bleeding heavily and he had a gash on his gums that cause him to keep spitting out blood. “He got you pretty good.”

“This is your damn fault too.” He pushed my hands away and walked passed me back into the kitchen.

“I understand but how was I supposed to know he would do something so stupid,” I said following behind him.

“You were supposed to keep track on him. I told you- I TOLD you that he was nothing but a cocky brat who wanted to play Scarface.” I trusted my judgment. Jungkook was young and hungry but he was serious about getting into this business.

“It was my mistake. I wasn’t clear with him from the beginning; I didn’t want him to know more than he had too but-” I cut myself off because I knew already it was my fault regardless of any explanations. “I will take care of this.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Yoongi began to wrap up the final kilos for the Kim brothers.

“The only thing we can do is stop selling for now- maybe start up again in a few months but in a different location far away,” I said walking around him to collect what little we had leftover. “Jungkook has been selling for six months if the Kim brothers new about ‘Suga’ they would have come after him already.”

He didn’t respond because he knew I had a point but he was still angry with me. I said nothing else and allowed us to clean up the kitchen, in peace, from the mess that was made. We opened the blinds and windows airing out the smell of chemicals from our home. I took the gun and the quarter ounce of cocaine to hide them in the usual safe under our bed. I walked back into the kitchen as Yoongi was squatted down to pack up everything in Hobi’s duffle bag. I walked up behind him my hands resting on his shoulders,

“You know...the way you punched Jungkook kind of turned me on.” He stood up quickly and turned around to face me.

“I really doubt that. Especially, after how you fell to the floor to make sure he was okay.” I laughed and closed the gap between us.

“Baby you gun-butted him across the face-he’s just a kid.” He grabbed my wrists and held them tightly so that my hands wouldn’t roam around his torso. “You look so hot with a busted lip.”

There was a moment of silence that came with the blank stare he giving me. But Yoongi was quick to lunged forward and wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs. He wrapped my legs around my waist and carried me to our bed; where he tossed me onto the sheets. I sat up on my elbows, watching him unbuckle his belt as his eyes were burning holes into mine. I couldn’t help but bite on my lip, smiling, as I bought one of my legs up to open a space for him between them. Yoongi kneeled over me with his hands beside my head. His lips came crashing down on mine, I could taste the blood from his bleeding lip on my tongue.

“I hate you.” He muttered against my lips. I laughed and grabbed a fist full of his hair while he pushed his hips into mine.

“Shut up already.” I groaned.

My hands moved down his chest, reaching for the part of him that was poking me through the denim of his jeans. I palmed him through his briefs and he kissed his way down my neck pulling on the straps of my bra. I can tell how impatient he was from the way he thrust himself into my hand.

“Fuck…” Yoongi grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Stay.”

I held onto the pillow above my head so that I could fight the urge to disobey him. He was quick to pull the material of my shorts and underwear down my legs, exposing my lower core bare in front of his eyes.

“You just gonna stare at it or what?” I kicked his chest and sat up. “Take those off, daddy.”

I unhooked my bra, tossing it to the side, while he finished undressing. Yoongi took hold of me again- wanting to have all the control he could have on me. He guided me on his lap, with both on my legs straddling at his side. His cock was hard and was throbbing to be lodged inside of me. I took a moment to look into his black eyes that only he had, his tan dewy skin, with blood trickling and pooling on his lower lip. I pushed his hair out of his eyes,

“You’ve never looked as good...as you do now.” This was the man of my dreams.

I leaned in close, my tongue running over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of his blood. His eyes lowered to my lips before he cupped my cheek in his hand; capturing my lips before I could even think to move away. Our tongues met in my mouth, deepening the kiss that we had fallen into. My hand landed on the nap of his neck, tugging at the strands of hair that rested on the back.

My man is a bad man but he had my whole entire world in his hands. He loves me- he needs me- he’d never leave me. My man was a good man but he was in a heartless world with no gameplan. I was the moon and he was my sun- who made me shine brighter than any diamond.

I sat on his length, he stretched me out and filled me completely. Yoongi’s forehead rested against mine while took a hold of my hips, allowing me to set the pace for the trip we were on. Our heavy breathing was reflecting the rhythm of my rocking hips. I moved slow but he pushed me down deep, carrying out every sensation to all that it was meant to be. Whimpers fell from my lips, echoing his grunts,

“You look so pretty with my blood on your lips.” Yoongi breathed while he brought his hand back up to my cheek. With this thumb, he smeared and smudged the red substance across my puckered lips as if it was lipstick. “Perfect…”

His blood stained my skin while he laid kissed across my chest, my head hanging back, I rocked my hips harder against him. I could feel my arousal leaking out of me every time he pulled out. I felt as though I could burst at any moment.

“I want you so bad…” I could almost cry. Nothing compared to having him inside of me-he was a part of me.

“You’ve got me.” He grabbed my arms to pin them behind my back. His hand was large enough to hold both of mine, while the other rested upon my hip. Yoongi began to thrust upward, hitting my insides from a whole new angle and a new rhythm.

I let out a scream that anyone near the house could make out and surely know the pleasure that was erupting in our bedroom. My core began to ache and my abdomen was burning. My legs were weak and a visible shake began to spread across my body.

“Ahh! Yoongi~” He tightened the grip he had on my hands with a few of our fingers interlocking. “I’m almost there…”

The determination glistened in his eyes, he cursed under his breath with each thrust he gave me. His hair was sticking to his forehead again and a vein was popping from the side of his neck. The sound of our breaths and our skin was filling my ears while my vision starts to haze. Though I tried to fight it- he was such a sight to witness.

Yoongi pressed me closer to him, my breast rubbed against his chest with every buck of his hips. My mind began to cloud and all I could do was feel the sensation that was running in my blood from my core to my very fingertips. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the only real thought that I could gather was- this must be what heaven was like.

Yoongi’s arms wrapped around my frame as he finished inside of me. There was no better feeling- no better man- that could give me that experience.

“Woah...how much money is in here?” I asked picking up the stack of hundreds that was wrapped in a rubber band. I flipped through the edge of the bills with my finger making a quick count of the cash.

“Enough to flee the country and not starve for a couple weeks- if needed,” Yoongi said unloading one of the three guns that had been locked away in the safe. “No one knows about this safe or this money- not even Hoseok.”

I looked up at him surprised. Hoseok was the only person that Yoongi trusted with his very life, he had said it himself. It was a shock that he would have any secrets from him but then again, in this business, you never knew.

“How come you’re showing me then?” I asked placing the money back on the counter. I crossed my arms over my chest, worried that the reason could be because I wouldn’t make out from here alive.

“I’m not just showing it to you (Y/n). I’m giving you the code to open it.” He said taking out the rest of the items that were inside. “This is your gun, your passport, and a quarter kilo of cocaine.”

“Yoongi I-”

“Hey listen to me,” He said grabbing my arm so that I wouldn’t step away from him. “If something ever happens and we need to get out of the country, we can do it with this, in a matter of hours... and- if something ever happens to me, you take this and go yourself.”

“You’re an idiot,” I said yanking my arm from his grip. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.”

My body was startled out of my slumber by the bedroom door being broken down. I was in a cold sweat as I saw two men come in with machine pistols pointed right am me.

“Well damn, look what we got here!” One of them laughed as he looked at my exposed chest. Though my only worry at the moment was Yoongi because he wasn’t in the bed where we had fallen asleep. “You going to show us what's under those sheets baby?

“You touch her and you’re fucking dead! You hear m-” Yoongi’s voice was cut off and followed by his coughing. The two men began moving around on either side of the bed, I glanced into the living room where I could see other men pointing their guns into the kitchen where they had Yoongi.

There were only a few moments in my life that I could say, with all honesty, that I felt fear- this was one of them. Though, it wasn’t my life that I feared for. The only reason that I was remaining calm was that I was analyzing the situation we were suddenly in. They weren’t local authorities, much less DEA agents, no- these were men sent after us by the Kim brothers. Two in my bedroom, two pointing their guns at Yoongi, and one that was only a voice.

That voice quickly had a face when he walked into the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks when he made immediate eye contact with me, his eyes fell on my chest, and then back at me. He was shorter than the other men, about Yoongi’s height, though definitely younger. Blonde hair framed a long face, a small nose above big lips, and a black shirt tucked into black pants.

“I think we can keep her for ourselves, don’t you think we deserve it, Jimin?” The same guy said to him but Jimin still hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. I could tell he was doing the same as me, analyzing and calculating the next moves.

“Get her dressed and bring her too.” He turned around and was about to leave the room,

“Why? She’s probably just a whore he picked up on the street.” I smirked and Jimin glanced at me clearly seeing it.

“You think a whore would be acting so calm right now?” He asked the guy before reaching back and pulling a gun from the back of his pants. “No… She knows exactly what's going on.”

He cocked his gun and pointed it at me. He told the men to leave the room and help out the other guys to restrain Yoongi. I contemplated my options- there was a gun tucked into my side of the mattress. I could reach for it when I had the chance, duck to the floor and shoot him the next second.

Bang. He’s dead. His men come in. Bang. I’m dead.

“Grab the clothes that are right here on the floor. No ticks.” He maintained eye contact with me. It was as if we were playing a game of who could keep their eyes open the longest but whoever blinked- died.

I slowly moved off the bed in the direction he indicated. The gun followed me as I moved, I could tell he was trying not to look down as the sheets began to reveal more of me. The question was- would he give in? The sheets were revealing higher and higher up my thighs; I purposely stepped down from the bed with one leg opened as the blanket trailed behind.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The split second he looked down I reached behind me and grabbed the gun that was tucked away. By the times he noticed my change in objective, I already stood pointing my gun back at him. We waited both on the edge of our seats. I wanted to see if he would shoot me but instead, he waited to see if I would shoot him. Never had I met someone I could so easily read? It was because he was just like me- though, one of us had to be smarter.

“You aren’t a stupid girl. You know shooting me would be a terrible mistake.” Of course, I knew. I couldn’t hold back my smile, I must have looked like a sadist standing there completely naked and challenging him.

I gave it another second, toying with my own life before I opened my hands letting the gun hang around my thumb by its trigger guard. I could almost see him exhale the breath that was caught in his throat this entire time. I dropped the gun on the floor and kicked it away as he instructed. I followed his orders and got dressed in the clothes that were on the ground. I wore Yoongi’s white flannel, that fit me like a dress, and a pair of my boyshorts.

He brought me out of the room with the muzzle of the gun against my back. I felt my stomach drop at the sight of Yoongi lying, face first unconscious, against the floor in a puddle of blood. My own blood boiled as the same pig who was in my room walked towards me smiling.

“See what happens when you put up a fight baby girl? You end up like your boyfriend right here.” I spit in his face so he would wipe away that cocky smile. The men behind him laughed at how he stumbled back. He must have thought my hands were tied together by the way I had them folded. That was his mistake because he was quick to slap me with the back of his hand. “Stupid bitch.”

There was a second where I looked at him through the hair that fell over my face, my cheek burning hot and I could taste my blood- at that moment he knew his mistake was not killing me.

I jumped off my feet, wrapping my legs around his torso, biting down on the first piece of flesh I could find. My teeth sunk into the skin of his cheek and I would not stop until I tasted his blood. He yelled as he stumbled back, grabbing a fist full of my hair, trying to pry me off his face. The more he tried to pull me off the more of his skin tore off. He was stumbling around so much no one dared to shoot at me, in fear of hitting him.

The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the worst pain in the back of my head. I remember thinking that my brain was exposed because my vision went white as I felt myself fall into gravity. There was a ringing in my ear but I could hear the men talking while I hit the floor. I let myself blackout with the satisfaction of knowing that man will forever be reminded of me when he looked in the mirror.

“How will I know?” I asked Yoongi as we laid together on a lawn chair, his arm around my shoulder, we were on the rooftop of our trailer home.

“The situation will present itself in the form of an instant.” He played with the ends of my hair, thinking that I didn’t have a clue he was doing so. “A moment where nothing or everything can happen. A circumstance in which your life is decided in a matter of seconds.”

I sat up from his side, crossing my legs at the end of the long chair and listened closely to his words.

“Death can come in many faces. It could be a person who greets you on the street or simply walks by you and smiles.” He pulled out a cigarette from its package, I leaned in and lit up the end for him pulling away from the fire as his cheeks hollow in. “But there will be something in those eyes or in that smile; that will give you goosebumps and that feeling in your gut, when you know something isn’t right.”

I took the cigarette out of his hand, while he blew the smoke from his mouth, I took a drag of the nicotine to ease my nerves.

“A fraction of a second later, one of you will be dead and the other alive. Always make sure you are the one who’s alive. It only depends on you.”

He leaned forward, taking his cigarette out of my hand- he didn’t necessarily like me smoking- or at the very least, not from his own pack.

“But believe me doll,” He tossed me a bottle of water from the cooler beside him. “It’s better for them to just kill you, instead of letting them take you in for questioning.”

“But you just said to always be the one who stays alive. Wouldn’t I have a better chance of doing that if I answer their questions?”

“The problem isn’t if you can answer their questions (Y/n), it’s if you can’t answer them. Your chances of being able to talk your way out of trouble are close to zero.”

I looked away from him, the sunset we had been watching was far into the horizon, but the stars were right above us.

There was a smell of rosewood that was strong and musky. The fragrance travels slowly in the cold air that had my nose frozen. I thought the pounding in my ears was from the gun-but but I soon realized it was from a stereo base that shook the wall above me. I groaned as I lifted my head, the room was an icy purple color, which made the lights on the ceiling vibrate in contrast. It took me a few tugs from my arms to realize that I was tied to a chair by my hands and feet. The rope was wrapped around my arms and my legs like the beginning to mummification, there was no way of breaking free from it.

“Jesus (Y/n), you’re alive.” I turned my head to the voice to my left. Hoseok was tied up to another chair in a much similar matter. His eyebrow and his nose were stained with dry blood, along with new bruises that were forming on his face.

“I don’t think that's really something to be happy about Hobi,” I said turning to my right to find Yoongi and Jungkook beside him. Yoongi was still out cold, it was obvious that Jungkook and Yoongi put up the most fighting. “How long have we been here?”

I stayed looking at Yoongi and was relieved to see his shoulders still moving ever so lightly to indicate he was still breathing.

“Hard to say because that clock over there is really just a camera. They’ve been watching us.” I looked at to where Hoseok was referring to. I had not noticed that we were seated in front of a desk that had a clock on the wall behind it. “No audio as far as I can tell.”

“They are going to kill us. ” Jungkook said more to himself than to any of us. I could tell what was going on through his head- it was the same thing that was going through Hobi’s. How were we going to die? Would it be quick or would they make us suffer? They thought about their day. What actions led them to this moment in their life. “Fuck (Y/n). Just tell me how they’re going to do it...”

“If you’re lucky, a bullet to the head execution style,” I said ignoring Jungkook's desperate attempt for a coping mechanism to handle this death. Even if he knew the exact way he was going to die, it wouldn’t prepare him for it. No one was ever ready to die.

“And if I’m not lucky?”

“Let’s hope we don’t find out.” I was too busy looking around the room for whatever I could find that could be helpful to me. There was a door behind the desk and another pair of double steel doors behind us.

“You have a plan,” Hoseok stated. He knew me well enough to get an idea of how my mind worked.

“My plan is the same as ever and that’s to not die.” I wasn’t afraid. It seemed hard to believe even for me but Yoongi always said, that you knew when you were going to die. Your body just knew and there was no fighting it. So my body just knew that I wouldn’t let myself die today. “Just let me do the talking and maybe I can save all of us.”

“What? Do you plan to negotiate with the Kim brothers? Are you out of your fucking mind?” I rolled my eyes at Jungkook who was spitting his words at me. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this (Y/n) but we aren’t exactly in a position to negotiate!”

“Jungkook that bratty little mouth of yours has already gotten us into enough trouble. Unless you have any better ideas, I suggest you shut the fuck up!”

We all stopped at the sound of the heavy steals doors unlocking behind us. I looked over my shoulder, watching four men coming through the doors, heavily armed with AK 12s. Among them were there three from earlier at my place but the pig who’s face I bit off was not one of them. Before I noticed anything else, one of them walked behind Yoongi, dumping a bucket of ice water over his head. The water splashed off the floor, landing on my thighs proving just how freezing it was. Yoongi gasped and his eyes shot open. He searched the room around him through his wet strands of hair. I saw his face contour in pain from all of his injuries hitting him at once.

“Min Yoongi!” A voice called out from the other side of the room. From the door behind the desk walked out a handsome man, well dressed in an expensive suit; of brown hair that grew longer in the back and a golden tanned skin that brought out his blue eyes. “You’re up! How great, we have so much to talk about.”

Jimin followed out behind, closing the door and standing by the desk with his arms tucked behind him. He wore a face of indifference but his eyes roamed their way over to me before looking away like I wasn’t there. The man was surely Kim Taehyung- Miami's drug lord who Yoongi had been making business with for the past three years.

“Kim Taehyung, pleased to officially meet you Min Yoongi.” He walked himself around his desk, squatting in front of Yoongi. Who still hand his head hanging low from a killer headache that was disabling his thoughts. Kim Taehyung stuck out his hand waiting for Yoongi to take it in a formal greeting. Though, he sighed as if he was disappointed in Yoongi’s rejection. “Hm. Maybe you’d prefer if I address you as Min Suga?”

He suddenly stepped away, his back was turned to us for a moment, though I could tell he was actually reaching into the pocket inside his suit. Before I could make out whether it was a gun or not, he took a big step back in Yoongi’s direction. He grabbed a hold of his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with a bag of cocaine held in his hand.

“Isn’t that what they call you?! Hm?!”

Yoongi didn’t say anything, even though you could see in his face that he was holding his tongue. That was boring to Taehyung. He threw the open bag of cocaine at Yoongi’, the white powder flying all over his face and he had no choice but to breath it in. I saw the bag fall at his lap and the word ‘Suga’ writing on the front.

Kim Taehyung walked over to his desk, plopping a seat in the cair, licking the cocaine off his fingers. Taehyung was supposed to be the youngest of the Kim brothers, the three of them ran their own illegal business; cocaine, guns, prostitutes. It was hard to believe someone so young would already be in charge of the entire cocaine distribution in all Florida. He definitely looked the part, carried himself like the rich brat he was raised to be, but his form of communication was fiendish. He was quick to lose his temper- he was bored and impatient.

“I told you from the beginning Yoongi- not to try to fuck us over. And now...” Taehyung laughed. He reached into one of his drawers, pulling out a TT pistol, “I’m taking my coke for free.”

“I’m not giving you shit!” Bang!

I flinched seeing the bullet go into Yoongi’s leg. He let out a groan from the back of his throat and his head hit the back of the chair. He was fighting through the pain, his teeth clenched and his eyes opened looking at me. When I looked into his eyes, I usually saw heaven, but now hell was burning out of them.

“I have your cocaine.”

All eyes switched to me. For a second I wasn’t sure anymore but I only had this one chance. I watched Taehyung raise his eyebrow and a wide smile spread across his lips.

“That’s right. I almost forgot about you, honey.” He got out of his chair this time walking up to me. I could hear Yoongi fight against his ropes but I didn’t dare to break eye contact with Taehyung. I held my head up high in front of him, letting him know I was serious about the situation. “You’re the one who bit the face off of Joshua.”

“I wouldn’t have if your men knew how to treat a woman.” He smiled down at me while his hand reached out to cup my chin. He whipped dry blood from the corners of my mouth with his thumb.

“Careful boss- she might bite your hand off,” Jimin said from the place where he hadn’t moved an inch. I moved my head away from his hand, starting to feel like a dog being caressed. Jimin’s tone wasn’t necessarily worried as much of it being annoyed.

“I sure hope not. It would be a shame to have to put a bullet through such a pretty girls head.” He pressed the cold metal of his pistol against my cheek. My breath caught in my throat but I still held my gaze at him. “Such a pretty face...you could be one of Jin’s girls.”

He tailed his gun down my neck, stopping at the collar where the buttons began. He pulled his gun down hard to ripping the first two buttons off.

“Son of a bitch- if you touch her, you’ll-” Bang!

I gasped, my eyes scattering to Yoongi to see where he got hit.

“Next bullet won’t miss Suga,” Taehyung warned. I could feel my eyes gloss with anger, my heart was pounding in my chest. He looked back down at me, closing up my shirt, before leaning in. “My apologies dear”

He turned around to walk back to his desk. I took a deep breath before sending a glace Yoongi’s way. He shook his head at me, telling me no- but I had to do what I could. It wasn’t just his life on the line- it was Jungkook’s and Hoseok's.

“So honey, you were saying you had my cocaine. Where can I find it?” He leaned in and crossed his hands together. He placed his gun down but it was in easy reach, pointing in my direction.

“I have a proposition for you.”

A smirk appeared on his face as if he had been waiting for me to say that. I could hear Yoongi cursing under his breath but I kept my head high anyway. I was starting to lose circulation in my hands and feet. I needed to act quickly because Yoongi was still bleeding out from the bullet.

“Why would I negotiate with you for my cocaine; when I could just beat the information out of this one and kill all of you?” He said referring to Hoseok, who looked like he was about to pass out.

“Because we’re worth more alive than dead.” He laughed, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “I can make you more money than you’ve been making in the past three years.”

“And how would you do that, exactly?” He leaned back in his chair, placing his feet up on his desk- without a worry in the world.

“By expanding your range of distribution.” Taehyung furrowed her eyebrows. He didn’t expect such an answer. “You’ve been trying to for years. You’ve asked us for larger amounts of product one month, but the next month you asked us for much less because you couldn’t sell all of it in Florida. The Latin cartels have territory around the state, so it makes it difficult for you to expand your territory without the protection of your brother's influences on the law. But I know of a way to get the coke out of the state is a large amount- unnoticed and off the grid.”

“What makes you think I want to expand the distribution? Look at what I have here- I fucking own Florida.” He brought his feet down and stood up, his hands were flat on his desk and his smirk was wiped clean. I had him.

“You share Florida with your brothers. You want a power that expands across state lines because you know crossing your cocaine to the westside or the eastside states will raise the prices. While the retail price per gram of coke is between $50-$100 in the United States; that price goes up to $130-$185 in Europe. That is a deal you could have easily made since your brother has ties to the Irish mafia-If I’m not mistaken, that’s how he gets his guns, right? I’m sure he would have given you that idea many times but you’ve turned it down because you want this business to expand without their help. We’ll be working with you only and all the cocaine we produce will be for your cause specifically. You won’t have to worry about how much cocaine you buy every month- we'll be in charge of that.”

“We or you? What are they any good for?” Taehyung asked taking a seat in his chair once more.

“Hoseok and Yoongi have the connections to Cuba where we buy the cocaine paste at a cheap price; by the time they are done cooking and cutting it- the price triples. But you have the connects to distribute farther than we can ever get it on our own. Jungkook- he’s loyal and can do any task you give him. He was the only person dealing the coke we had on the side, we didn’t need anybody else, because he could do it all on his own. I trust him- and I’m not someone who trusts easily.”

“And how do I trust you? You and your guys already tried to fuck me over once-”

“Then kill us.” I cut him off. “But we don’t have anything else in this piece of shit world. No one chooses to be in this business- not even you- it’s a matter of circumstance. We don’t have anything left to lose and all we’ve ever done is try to make something out of the nothing we have. I decided a long time ago, that I wouldn’t die in poverty. I would take everything I was and buy the world that I was deprived of or- I would die trying.”

I was staring holes in Kim Taehyung's eyes and he was in mine. He ran his tongue over his lips, letting out a deep sigh. There was no sound, no movements, for what felt like hours and all I could do was wait. At some point, I don’t even know what I was waiting for. If the gun, that held a bullet with my name on it, was being aimed at me. I didn’t dare turn to look. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Suddenly, Jimin moved from his stance; he leaned into Taehyung's ear. What he whispered in his ear- I didn’t know. Taehyung’s face didn’t change and he didn’t move an inch while Jimin spoke to him. All I knew was that Jimin had saved our lives.

“Well (Y/n), you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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treadmillbuyingguides · 5 years ago

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Considerations to consider when buying treadmills

Belt Power

The first thing you can concentrate on is finding a treadmill that fits your weight and also has a maximum speed value that matches the one you want to achieve; this is also something very personal and depends on the goals you set for yourself.

A simple truth, while not often considered, is treadmill inclination. The higher the incline, the less strength it takes for you to travel.

We 're going to set an example; if we weigh more than 80 kilos, you can buy treadmills with a minimum power of 1.5CV, but if the budget isn't a concern, you should go directly to 2C. This last choice will help you run about 15-16 km/h.

Here's something important to consider: the engine cooling system. We can select a model with a strong one; we can be sure that the model we have chosen will last us a long time.

The hope is that the treadmill will grow concurrently with the athlete, and not the other way around, because it is he who will adjust to the system in question.

Choosing a quiet motor on a treadmill is also very important , particularly if you're going to play sports while your family sleeps, or listen to music or watch TV.

Analyze through engine's peculiarities well before deciding.

Total velocity

Some athletes, particularly those who just start because they don't want to pay too much, buy a treadmill that doesn't have a lot of strength, with the excuse that they will buy another one when they boost their training.

You should know that some cheap models require inefficient speed and strength, which doesn't require progressive training to make any difference. That's why experts suggest clarifying the maximum speed the tape reaches.

If you start, choose a model that allows you to build a speed of about 12 km / h; however, if you already have some experience, you might be able to select one that reaches 15-16 km/h.

The latter are more costly, but ultimately more profitable.

Supporting tendency

The degree of incline is a value indicated in percentage mode (percent) and we can achieve more or less outstanding training depending on it.

This incline 's aim is to slowly increase the speed of the effort being made at all times while running or walking.

A powerful model would allow you to choose the "degree of inclination" at which you will be able to travel, e.g. 9, 12, 15 percent ... Or, if you're a student, pick 1%-2% degrees.

Important: While this aspect is very useful to build a successful workout, it is not advised to use it if you have knee or ankle injury. In this scenario, to determine the condition, a specialist doctor should be consulted.

Damping (shock absorption)

When we jog, it's our feet that have to be in charge of supporting our foundation absolutely, and it's likely that some kind of accident will occur if we go wrong, if we don't have the right footwear or if we don't have the right running machine.

Therefore, quality treadmills have a cushioning system that will allow the athlete to cushion the impact when doing sports and ensure that their joints are still well covered.

Many professional bands incorporate protection devices to secure our joints, like Softrack or Protech Plus.

When selecting one of these cushioning systems, you must remember the weight and whether you have had some kind of accident in the past. Choose a suitable appointment to prevent accidents, even if you have to pay more, otherwise it would have been like throwing away money.

Treadmill sizes

Maybe we should continue here. So that's because, even as we took all the above considerations into consideration while buying a treadmill, if we have nowhere to put that, we 're incorrect.

From this point, we'll have to decide where to put it, and whether it can be folded later to store it without getting in the way.

We do need to remember our height; for example, if we weigh a little more than 1.80 meters, we need a running board surface of at least 56 cm x 130 cm. But if we don't weigh too much, we could settle for 42 cm x 127 cm.

Analyzing its dimensions and weight can be critical in selecting a system that we can use every day, or one that ends up being real.

Security measures

The system we should select will also have some safety measures designed to avoid accidents; for example, the phone might ring at some stage, the doorbell rings, or we may have to deal with some form of unforeseen emergency.

Logically, in this situation we won't jump off the treadmill unexpectedly because we could have an injury, but maybe we can't wait for the treadmill to end alone.

Therefore, we would choose a treadmill with a mechanism to make the treadmill stop slowly (but never dry because it could be fatal). It should also have a mechanism so that it can start slowly and adapt to the corridor.

Analyze that handle padding is of consistency, that favors suddenness, and that is ergonomic. Otherwise it won't last long.

Treadmill repair

A treadmill 's maintenance section is not always very obvious in some models' technical data sheet, relegated at the end as if unnoticed.

We'll warn you that having an overly complex tape isn't what you 're searching for. The hope is that it only needs cleaning it periodically.

If we have chosen a quality brand, the belt itself will adapt to the time-produced wear and tear and continue to work with the same performance. If not, we might have to uninstall it, applying grease to different mechanisms ... And various tedious processes we 're sure to avoid.

Characteristics

Amateur athletes take these traits more into account than beginners; and this has its reason to be, because these first ones are the ones that influence most.

On the screen we will find some essential details to enhance our preparation and numerous initiatives to help us develop it.

Keep in mind whether the treadmill tells us the rpm, gives us details about the surface tendency, the distance we've progressed, the amount we've used the treadmill, the calories we've burned or the number of programs we 're doing.

Many people combine a basic treadmill with a smartwatch or accelerator functions; it might not be a terrible idea, but there are several questions to address about this concept.

The reality is that all these roles have a justification to be far more inspired than giving the athlete the ability to monitor their training in detail. For eg, if you did X kilometers in a certain time when you started, and now you do double, you'll be motivated to continue.

The most advanced treadmill models offer up to four different advantages on the screen for each athlete to visualize precise data.

It will be in these roles that we should think most of the time and that is because, depending on them, hundreds of euros that vary when selecting a model in question.

Care about what you need, and don't pay for anything you won't use.

Here are some of the functions that normally integrate:

Cardiac regulation

Every athlete operates with a certain heart rate value; if it's too high, we can face serious injuries, but if it doesn't rise enough, it's difficult to reach the set goals. Many treadmill models adjust speed to the user's own heart rate, helping them accomplish their goals without risk.

They also give us the choice to do this by ourselves.

User Identity Identification (ID)

A computer with this feature helps us to save various profiles, such as big families, marriages, roommates ... That's a good idea when they want to compete.

If you need this feature, make sure it has at least some user ID slots.

Fitness check

Limited, but strongly recommended, these exams. A fitness test is a software already installed and developed taking into account a set of sport requirements to assess a particular user's performance.

The idea is to start the test and calculate your heart rate, speed , distance traveled, and other favors, giving you some data you can use to enhance your preparation.

Occasionally, experts suggest these experiments to figure out where we can develop.

Training interval function

And we finish with this very advanced feature that helps us train by alternating high-intensity cycles with low-intensity ones. The aim is to make body work with the maximum possible strength in the shortest time. It's one of the most comprehensive exercises, according to several experts.

A standard system offered by qualified treadmills, alternating minutes of high strength with minutes of rest.

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Introduction to Sound Proofing Curtains I am trying to block sound from entering my room. To get this result you are looking for a sound blocking curtain. In the market there are a lot of product that state they do this but in truth, they just don’t offer it in reality. Direct Fabrics has tested all of the vinyl products to EN ISO 10140-2 which is for sound insulation (sound proofing). This means that they have a lab backed report for there applications. See our range of sound proofing curtains Our entry level product is sound tested to a result of 11 decibels in a lab environment. Obviously, in a practical application, this will not be sealed on all sides but you will still get a good reduction of between 5-8 decibels. Combining this with our fleece blackout fabric you will get close to 10 decibels in a working environment. See our videos. To be clear, it is all dependent on what your trying to do. Sound Proofing Curtains and Different Uses & Effect In a new build the windows should be of a high standard and it should mean that the they are well constructed. So sound proof curtains will not stop the road noise coming through as they are deep sounds Room partitions, our curtains are ideally suited to this. Our Curtains will block upto 10db with 3 layers and with further customisations can perform even better. Drum Room Studio, stop the sound passing out of the room. By covering doorways and the walls you are reducing the sound passing around and as such out of the room. This will work well for stopping the sound. Understanding Sound Proofing / Sound Insulation / Sound Blocking It is a common misconception that having foam egg carton shapes on the wall will stop sound coming into a wall. This is simply incorrect. Imagine sound as water, if you made a wall of sponge do you think that it will stop the water passing through. No it wont. Then imagine an aquarium tank made of thick glass, sound will work in the same way as glass and it will stay within the tank. This is the same with sound passing between spaces. From Direct Fabrics investigation and speaking with sound labs. We have discovered that the best product for reducing sound transmission is a product that acts as a rigid barrier between spaces and is strong and dense. Using an MLV (Mass Loaded Vinyl) combined with an absorption fabric will give an excellent sound reducing curtain. However, it should be known that even having a super thick layer of MLV or similar fabric will still let sound pass through any air gaps. But you should get a 10 to 20db reduction depending on which MLV you like. Please speak to the direct fabrics team for specialist products that will work for you windows for a complete sound solution. Buy Acoustic Curtains here -https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/curtains/acoustic Do Sound Blocking Curtains Work? This subject is particularly difficult to quantify, and all environments will differ. A particularly good analogy I like to use when thinking about partitions and blocking sound is when you are driving in your car. You have the windows closed and it is quite quiet but as soon as you open the window even as much enough to slide an envelope through you can hear a large amount of sound. This is because sound is like a liquid and flows to wherever there is a gap. It will bounce off surfaces until it finds a route to go. When deciding to look for a sound insulation fabric it all comes down to the mass of the product and that it is tightly woven and doesn’t allow anything to pass through it. Option 1 - Vinyl 610gms Retro Fit Lining Panels 11db lab tested

Direct Fabrics now offer 2 product in our range a lightweight PVC Vinyl that is flame retardant and has been independently tested to EN ISO 140-2. Through this test, it has received a rating of 11DB reduction in sound transfer in a space. This combined with our duo lining interlined fleece and our acoustic face fabric has given a real-world result of 10 decibells in a real suituation. If you want to retrofit you acoustic lining straight to an existing curtain, then you can purchase this product https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/vinyl-acoustic-sound-insulating-lining.html Option 2 - Vinyl 700gms to 1400gms - Coming Qtr 3 2019 7-16db weight dependent

Our other vinyl insulators for soundproofing have been brought into the range to offer heavier weight products that increase the mass in-between spaces and so insulate further. By using these materials we can reduce the sound transference between spaces. The more mass and different compositions within a substance the better it will perform. Our 900gms vinyl will perform between the pink and yellow lines. Giving around 13 decibels of reduction, this particular weight hasnt been tested but we can estimate the result. Heavier options are available but the heavier you go the less maluable they are and more weight to go through the curtain tracks installed. Option 3 - Mass Loaded Vinyl MLV 5kg. COMING QTR 3 2019

Mass loaded vinyl is a heavyweight vinyl product that has a weight generally of between 5kg and 10kg and is ideally suited for stopping airborne sound. It has a greater weight than lead and will be perfectly suited to stop sound passing between spaces when fully enclosed between objects. It is usually used a floating wall barrier between stud work and pasteboard for cinema rooms, but Direct fabrics has been trialling this in panel form. As a barrier, it is shown to reduce sound transmission by 27 DB in accordance with ENISO717-1. See Image. Direct Fabrics current offer a 5kg Acoustic Barrier Fabric that is available in a 120cm Width. We sell this manufactured into panels with eyelets above the panel. These are Sail eyelets and are 20mm. These are ideally hung onto wall screws or tieback hooks. Mass Loaded Vinyl 5kg per metre square has been tested to 27 DB in a lab environment. It is an ultra heavy weight product and can provide excellent sound results. As a loose cover, it will reduce sound by 10-20 decibels depending on installation and reduction of air gaps. Negatives of Mass loaded Vinyl. The product is a very industrial product and is made from a mineral rough compound vinyl. It is not decorative. Where it is great is for blocking sound but please note it is very heavy and difficult to put in situation. It is ideal to mount on to walls that not going to be moved. Installation of your Products Once you have chosen your product it is imperative to ensure that it is fitted wider than the space being blocked. This will allow for the sound not to pass round the edges of the installaed barrier. So if using an mlv or vinyl use some double sided velcro or tape to attach the edges back to the wall. If using curtains then also attach the curtain edges back to the wall. Where possible have an overlap of the fabrics in the middle to get maximum coverage to stop passing through Room dividers are best suited to be ceiling mounted to reduce the air gap over the top of the curtain. Read the full article

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simulit-blog · 7 years ago

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Week 7- How Much is a Pound Again?

Week 7, without fail, is one of the hardest parts of the quarter, because any cheerful energy you had at the outset is gone, and you’re still basically only halfway done what with all the homework assignments, midterms, and finals left to come. Life goes on, though.

On Monday I spent my day analyzing the data we got from the force balance lab, some of it better than the rest. The first thing I decided to do was convert the lift and drag data we calculated from pounds to Newtons. A simple calculation, just multiply by 2.204 pounds in a kilo, and multiply by 9.81 for gravity. This is the plot I got from that conversion:

Nothing broke thankfully, but I realized pretty quickly that I don’t actually have a sense for how much a Newton is, let alone a pound. My sense for the performance of wings comes from CL and CD numbers. That was the next step of conversions. It turns out that my original math was wrong somewhere, because I got a peak CL of around 6. I’m an optimist, but I’m at least realistic in my expectations. It turns out instead of multiplying by 2.2 to turn pounds into kilos, I should have divided. Oops. These are the correct plots (with some extra data, which I will explain)

The circular points represent the experimental data, while the solid lines represent theoretical data obtained by Neiman from XFLR5. Neiman also modified my code to produce these plots.

The lift data is fairly close to what we expect from a 4412. The drag, and thus literally ever other plot, however, is not. I don’t really have a theory for why this is. It seems like a systemic error, because every other group that I’ve talked to has the same information. It can’t be the sting, though, because we’re subtracting wing-off data from the rest of the data we have. Maybe we’re not doing this correctly, but if that were the case the lift data would be off too, wouldn’t it?

In any case, the trends appear correct, and there are still a few useful bits of data that can be gleaned from these sets. For example, the high AR wing has a steeper lift curve and stalls earlier than the low AR wing, which matches the expected data. The drag trends are flipped, as the high AR wing experiences more drag, not less, than the low AR wing. The drag polar matches the expected trend (barely), and the L/D plot doesn’t actually have enough resolution to see what we want to see. Errors are still fuel for the report though!

The second lab session was when we had been assigned our mini projects and broke into teams to research the projects. It turns out that Dr. Doig was right (who would have thought?), removing the rear view side mirrors- RVSM, as they’re called in the biz- is a relatively untouched topic (although I did find an article from 2014 reporting on Tesla’s attempt to change automobile mirror laws). For some reason, people seem more interested in changing the design of RVSMs using active flow control, among other things, rather than doing away with them altogether.

Perhaps it’s the strength and intimidation factor of dealing with challenging a federal entity, or perhaps it’s the fear that the public will not be receptive to cameras instead of mirrors. Personally, I’m still a bit skeptical of the camera solution. For one, I do believe there is some merit to the hardware malfunction concerns (if only because the backup camera on my first car had some serious issues just through normal use).

More importantly though, I think that the ergonomics of replacing mirrors with cameras pose some issues. The Honda Civic has an augmented RVSM with a camera, but only on the passenger side. Why? Isn’t the blind spot on the left side just as important? The explanation that I accept is that it doesn’t make much sense intuitively to turn your head right to the center dash, to then move your car to the left. If both mirrors get replaced with cameras, the driver will have no choice but to move their head right to move the car to the left, assuming the technology we have doesn’t update too much. There are transparent OLEDs that could maybe somehow be integrated into the window or windshield, but what happens when the windows are down? Now the driver has to turn their head all the way back to look at their blind spot to change lanes, which doesn’t alleviate my concerns about keeping one’s eyes at least a little bit on the road. If these cameras are activated by the turn signal, what happens when BMW drivers want to change lanes?

In spite of those concerns, I do feel that replacing RVSMs with cameras is more likely to happen sooner rather than later. The economy of scale argument is hard to ignore: there are 190MM drivers licenses issued in the US. At an average of 12k miles (20k km) per year, that comes out to 2.3e12 miles (3.8e12 km) driven on American roads alone (while America is big (>4MM miles (>6.7MM km)), it has far from all the roads in the world (>20MM km)). At those scales, even a 1% change in any value for a vehicle gets multiplied over a million-fold. The first step is generating interest in the movement!

#midtermszn #kilos #cl #cd #dragpolar #xflr5 #rvsm #mirrorcamera #economyofscale

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godsofmonster · 6 years ago

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Florida Kilos ≽ V.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel

Word Count- 8,800

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

"Let’s wait.”

The serene look that the promise gave him abruptly dissolved from my sight. His face returned to the scowl that started to become second nature to him. He scoffed, his lips turning into a fake smile, rolling his eyes coldly.

“Wait? For what exactly?” It was like I had profoundly insulted him. His hand threatens to leave mine but I continue to hold on.

“We came here to do a job,” I explained quietly. Advancing toward him, closing the distance between us and having him near. I stretched up to stroke his cheek, “I want to get married in Florida- that’s where we belong.”

Yoongi intensely watched me. As if his eyes were striving to find a conviction in mine. But after a time he gave in with a simple exhalation. He cupped my hand that grazed the hollows of his cheeks. “I guess... whatever you want then.”

A delicate grin settled on my lips, considering the warmth of his touch and drawing him in closer. Our mouths meeting halfway, his tongue dropped over my bottom lip, breathing in deeply as his hand hooked around the spine of my neck. He rolled his mouth forcibly onto mine, causing me to lean back into his grip. I panted as he pulled away and roughly sucked on the supple surface of my neck.

“Yoongi…” I groaned.

“Oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Hoseok suddenly announced as he came through the door unexpectedly.

“Damn it, Hoseok!�� Yoongi’s curse bounced off the metal walls. His palm moved to my shoulder, forcing me to step behind him as he walked forward to shield my half-naked body. “Learn to fucking knock.”

“I did!” He objected.

I chuckled as he turned around to face the door and I assume the blood was flushing to his face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright Hobi,” I assured him and Yoongi before reaching for the robe that was hanging off the edge of my suitcase. Slipping the silk material over my shoulders, it's cold touch trailing goosebumps up my arms before tying it tightly around my waist. “What did you need?”

I moved out of Yoongi’s shadow to spot Hoseok still set with his back to me. Yoongi stepping back to take a sit on the corner of the bed while he began to speak.

“Just two things, (Y/n).” He replied rather stiffly. “Well first is that we gathered all the names to the organizations you wanted. There are only four that we need to take care of.”

“That sounds great- you can turn around now, by the way,” I answered looking under the bed for a pair of slippers to put on. “And the second?”

“The second is that I had an idea of how we could make them disappear.” He peered over his shoulder before he turned himself around to face me. “If you like it then maybe you can give me the green light. All it would take is a couple of chainsaws and a lot of -”

Hoseok was abruptly interrupted by the noise of shouting arising from downstairs. The voice bitter and clear as day.

“Are you sure?! Okay- okay. I got it!”

Yoongi and I followed Hobi out of the room, out into the staircase we looked below to Jimin. He stood by one of the white tables, with kilos accumulated upon it, his phone was pressed against his ear and he wore a lost expression.

“Jimin, what’s going on?” As I made my way down the stairs, Jimin hung up the phone and slammed it down onto the table.

Jimin damned under his sigh and gazed in my direction as the boys followed closely after me. He sighed again,

“Bad news.”

“That's not something I really want to hear right now, Jimin,” I told him, reaching my spot close enough to him. He was making little eye contact, his gaze meeting the floor. “Who was it?”

“A friend- an informant of mine. He called to tell me that...two of our main dealers have disappeared.” The atmosphere in the room thickened with silence.

“People don’t just disappear,” I stated the obvious. Running my hand over my forehead but I let Jimin proceed.

“They were probably taken for information.” He muttered, leaning back against the table with one arm to support himself.

“The question is- by who?” Yoongi mumbled. That was the problem.

I stepped to the side of them, pacing the floor as Jungkook appeared coming from the stairs. I thought to myself as Hoseok filled him in on the disturbing news we had gotten.

“Who do you think did it, boss?” Jungkook said but I simply shook my head. Of course, I had ideas but theories were all they are.

“It could have been the police, after what happened, they definitely have been sticking their noses in,” Hoseok replied, taking a seat on a nearby chair.

“It could also be Alessandro- his men could have been asking around and people are so afraid they could talk,” Jimin added, running his hand through his hair impatiently. “I’m positive about one thing though,- that they're being tortured to get information out of them.”

“How many of our people do we have on the streets?” I asked so that I could begin to calculate the odds that seemed to be turning against us.

“More than twenty, (Y/n) but…” Jimin could barely look up and it took him a moment to speak clearly. “those two moved a lot of product."

It was apparent that Jimin had established a trustworthy connection with the two dealers. He felt responsible and therefore felt guilty. As much as I would have liked to assure him otherwise, I needed to know all the risks we ran before anything else.

“Of those twenty, how many did you meet with face to face?” In other words- how many of them could rat him out.

“Just those two, they were in charge of distributing the coke to the others.” That didn't make this situation any better.

“What are you thinking of doing, (Y/n)?” Yoongi called out to me while I continued to pace the floor. Everyone but Jimin looked in my direction. “What Jimin said is serious.”

I could feel my scalp throbbing as so many different scenarios came rippling through my head. This wasn’t like the women in Miami, we didn’t have the Kim brothers to connections with the law. The truth of the matter was that there was literally nothing that we could do for them. Nothing that I could do.

“Focus on taking out those other organizations- anyone of them could be behind this.” I paused where I stood. “And if it is the police who has them, we’ll have to show them who they are messing with.”

“What about the Italian?” Jungkook asked.

“I already said that I would take care of him,” I stated, stepping back under the fluorescent lights where they were all stood. “I wanted to take my time with his death but- I will have to speed things up in light of what we know now.”

“When do you want us to start dropping bodies?” Hobi asked standing from his seat.

“Tomorrow- I want them one after another without any mistakes.” They all nodded, except for Jimin, who was still noiseless. “Two days is all you four should need.”

The next two days were chaos. On every news channel, every newspaper print, the only words that the wind carried; were how the bodies of New York’s drug leaders were falling. The first to sink was Horacio Zhang; a 42-year-old Chinese man who ran large amounts of cocaine from his territory of Chinatown to the northern parts of Brooklyn. He was found by two of his mistresses in the back room of his restaurant; three bullet wounds in his chest and spread across the floor, covered in Suga cocaine. That same day, only hours apart, the body of Abel Kowalski and two of his gunmen were found in his home in Queens. All killed with bullets in their head execution style and coke spread across the table where they had been drinking. The next day in The Bronx, Calvin Banks was shot dead through the window of his club before opening hours. 'Suga' written in white spray paint on the side of his building. Then late that evening Jake ‘four fingers’ Koch from Staten Island. His throat was slit and his gunmen were shot down in the top floor of his gambling lounge. Two days was all I gave them and they did not let me down. Two days to struck fear in the security of Alessandro Botticelli. So that he would know that I was keeping him for last and he would never see it coming.

“You don’t have to do this,” Yoongi continued with the same words for days. I was disregarding him at this point and concentrated on finding my heels. “Let me go with you.”

“I don’t trust- your jealousy is unruly Yoongi.” He groaned, swiftly moving to kick down a chair out of pure bitterness.

“Can you really blame her?” Hoseok chortled off in the corner. He didn't even bother looking our way and proceeded to load the guns with ammunition. Yoongi hardly giving him a sharp eye as Jungkook came trotting down the stairs.

“I found them!” He announced coming down with the red dagger pumps I had been hunting. He offered his assistance to me in order to get the heels on and deal with Yoongi’s fit.

“I don’t see why you picked Jimin to go with you,” Yoongi murmured under his breathing.

“I didn’t,” I said holding on to Jungkook shoulders as I shoved my foot into the shoe. “I told you already, it was Taehyung’s call.”

Even if Taehyung hadn’t ordered Jimin to be the one to come with me for the job, I still wouldn’t have taken Yoongi. His hatred for Alessandro was reaching a boiling point. I knew the big amount of his rage was projecting from his withdrawals after being clean for the past three days. I could recognize it in the cold sweats he would get the little that he was sleeping. It was the price he had to pay and I had to put up with.

“Where is Jimin anyway?” I asked, noticing it was getting rather late.

“He went upstairs to answer a phone call,” Hobi responded, closing the last of the chambers to the handguns.

I looked up the stairs case, looking past the railings, where the door to his room was shut. He only ever locked himself in his room when he was on the phone with Taehyung. I hoped he wouldn’t come out with more orders. From what Jimin had told me, it sounded like Taehyung had been rediscovering an interest in running his own business. He was ambitious and full of ideas however that began to worry me.

“There is something I want to talk to you all about,” Right now that Jimin wasn’t around. I settled into my second heel and standing upright. “An idea that I’ve had been creating.”

“Another idea?” Yoongi might as well have cut his eyes with that tone. Hobi, on the other hand, was drawn and settled the gun down on the table before walking toward the rest of us without a single sound.

“A new way of exporting cocaine,” I began, tapping Kookie's shoulder to join the others in front of me.

“Don’t you mean importing- as in bringing the paste from Cuba?” He suggested as he walked beside Yoongi and resting his hip against the table.

“No. I’m talking a way to get our merchandise out of the country- to sell it on a whole new continent.”

“What are you talking about (Y/n)?” Yoongi declared, his voice dropping to a new level of trouble. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing and locking on me. “Taehyung has never said anything about dealing overseas.”

“Taehyung- is convinced that he can own the whole entire country,” I spoke hushed, motioning Yoongi to do the same. “But there is no way he can move the product west and take over Mexican cartel territory- it would be suicide.”

“So what are you saying? That we should fuck him over?” Yoongi spoke defensively. As if I hadn’t been the one who was running the entire show. As if Taehyung was his dearest of friends. If he only knew.

“Of course not- as long as I stay by his side through his decisions I will try to steer him in the right direction.” None of them knew of the complications that I was facing with Taehyung after he confronted me the day of Jungkook’s birthday. My fear was that Taehyung would stop listening to me over our argument.

“But if something were to happen to me- where I can’t advise him otherwise; I want you guys to know how to cross the product overseas. Whether that means one of you convince Taehyung yourself or you have a way to start dealing cocaine out of the country without him.”

“What do you mean if something were to happen to you? That is why we are here- we look after you.” Jungkook opposed, while Yoongi and Hoseok fell silent.

“Jungkook,” I sighed. “Not everything goes as intended- It is just a precaution. It will ease my mind knowing that we have a backup plan just in case.”

I didn’t have enough time to go into full detail of my design. I told them where they would start and how difficult it will be to begin again. Though, I knew they were smart enough to figure it out without my every instruction. They maintained quiet throughout my plan, listening closely to the brief summary I managed to give them.

“Not until the day comes that he wants to keep expanding and he comes to choice, will we know what to do next. I refuse to let any of you get hurt for a hopeless dream.” The sound of Jimin’s door creaked open. “You cannot say a word about this to Jimin, much less Taehyung.”

We all looked up, seeing Jimin walk out of his bedroom, still scrolling through his phone. He stashed the device in his pocket and look to where we stood downstairs.

“What are you guys talking about?” He questioned after seeing us all huddled together. Everyone’s expressions turned into stone.

“We were waiting for you,” I said walking over to Yoongi and wrapping my arm around his torso. “Yoongi and I wanted to share some exciting news.”

I smiled up at him, gesturing my head for him to speak up. He hesitated for a second, double taking in my direction while he tried to figure out what I was talking about. His face lit up and he cleared his throat before speaking,

“Right- we’re getting married.”

“What?” They all responded in unison. Though with completely different reactions.

Hoseok jumped over the table and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulder. His screams of delighted filled his ears and echoed throughout the warehouse. “This is great!”

“When did this happen?” Jungkook asked staring confused.

“Aren’t you happy for us, Kookie?” I grinned and pulled him into a hug but his arm. He took a second to react and hesitated to wrap his arms around me.

“Well, yeah… if this is what you want.” He muttered barely loud enough for me to hear, his arms hugging me tightly. “Congrats.”

“It’s a weird time to get engaged but great nevertheless!” Hobi continued, bouncing from Yoongi over to me and pulling me up in the air. He spoke over my eruption of giggling, “Yoongi needs to settle down.”

He placed a kiss on my cheek but my laughing came to a halt as I saw Jungkook step silently toward Yoongi. Hobi placing me on the ground as we watched them stare at each other. For a second there was nothing but silence, but then Jungkook sighed and reached his hand out to him.

“Congratulations.” He said calmly. Yoongi not hesitating to except his gesture and we watched them shake hands.

It brought the most genuine smile to my face. Being in the company of the people who have become my family and sharing news that brought us closer together was a feeling that I would not take for granted.

“Well congratulations to you both,” Jimin said a bit carelessly as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black slacks. “But maybe we should celebrate after we take care of Alessandro."

“You’re right,” I said stepping from Hobi’s arms. “Are you ready?”

Jimin nodded his head as he pulled his phone from his pocket as a notification ringed. “My informer just texted me- Alessandro just arrived at the bar.”

“Then I guess it’s time.” I looked over to Yoongi pushed some of his hair out of his eyes.

He walked over to grab my coat that I had left hanging on one of the nearby chairs. I fixed the hem of my red shift dress. Yoongi came over as he held the coat open for me to slip into. It was longer than my dress and the black faux far would protect me from the New York breeze.

Jimin walked over to the table were the guns rested, ranked from largest to smallest. Picking out his choice of guns to bring with him. Hobi himself reached for the one he had prepared just for me.

“This should fit in your pocket.” He assured me. An automatic Glock 17. I took the heavy metal into my hand, unlocking the chamber to check how many rounds I had. “You’ll need this too.”

He handed me a black rod silencer from his other hand. I took it and twisted onto the barrel of my gun. Perfect fit. I thanked Hoseok and smiled at him.

“Fuck. I feel like I’m in the Godfather.” Jungkook said taking a seat on one of the chairs. I laughed and walked over to him. “Is the Godfather even a godfather?”

“No. It’s just a term of endearment.” I ran my hand through his hair, it was as soft as always. “A godparent is someone you respect- someone you can look up to.”

He nodded his head slowly, looking up at me and taking my hand in his own.

“Someone like you…” He pressed a kiss onto the back of my hand. “Be careful, Godmother.”

“I will.” I simply laughed and shoved his shoulder.

“I’ll get the car,” Jimin announced.

As he walked off into the far part of the warehouse I returned to Yoongi’s side. Where he stood with a worried face.

“We could be in the lobby of the hotel, in case you need us for back up it wouldn’t-” I wrapped my hands around his shoulder.

“I just need you three to stay here and not leave for any reason. Alessandro’s men will be hunting us after we escape.” He held onto my waist, shaking his head and muttering under his breath. “Hey- I can do this.”

“Just come back alive.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek before I let him go.

“I intend to.”

Yoongi walked me to the front door of the warehouse where Jimin was waiting with his car. He looked up from his phone and waited for me by the passenger door. I thanked him as he opened the door for me, closing it gently once I was settled in.

“Jimin...” Yoongi said before he could go to walk around the other side. “If she isn’t out of that hotel room in one hour, go in there and shoot everything that moves. I need you to bring her back alive.”

“You aren’t the only one- I’ll make sure of it.”

The car ride was silent, mildly uncomfortable even. I don’t know what was on Jimin’s mind but I knew what was on mine. Yoongi...Jungkook and Hoseok. Everything I had told them and if they would need to use it. I was sure of my plan but I had a bad feeling that burned in the back of my head. I didn't know how to shake the feeling.

“There is still a chance to change your mind.” Jimin suddenly said, breaking through the silence as he pulled up to a red light. “I can call them and they can come with us in the other car-”

“No, we’re sticking to the plan,” I assured him and secretly myself. I turned to look at him but he looked away when I did. His dirty blond hair was parted to the sides and he wore a white long sleeve. “What did you mean… when you told Yoongi he wasn’t the only one?”

“You caught that, huh?” He stiffened, inhaling deeply and letting out a small laugh. “Of course you did.”

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” I tilted my head at him. The light turned green and he began to drive once again.

“I don’t… trust you.” He said hesitantly licking his full lips.

“Have I given you any reason not too?” I questioned. Watching his body language carefully.

“No,” He glanced my way. “Not yet at least- but that’s because everything has gone your way so far.”

“So you think I’ll betray you once something doesn’t go my way?” I asked lowering the window of the car, pulling out a cigarette from the carton in my handbag.

“Don’t smoke in my car.” He said making me stop my actions abruptly. I looked at him to find him with smirked to my surprise. Not getting my way, huh? “Betray me? No. Taehyung is who I think you’ll betray.”

Put back the single cigarette in its box, and then in my handbag as he continued to talk. “I know how smart you are and I also know how...naive Taehyung can be.”

“I’m more worried about him betraying me- after what happened.” He laughed again, this time a more humorous laugh than anything else. “How don’t I know that the reason Taehyung made me bring you along, wasn’t because he wanted you to kill me?”

“Because, like I said, you’re smart. Taehyung is completely and utterly infatuated with you, you know that.” He almost spat the words at me. Annoyed. “He sent me because he knows I’m the best skilled out of everyone else. He sent me to bring you back alive- that’s...what I meant.”

“But why do I hear the jealousy in your voice?” I’ve never really seen Jimin upset or angry, he was always the calmest of everyone. I must really hit a nerve. “Do you have a thing for Taehyung or something? Is that it?”

“What? No!” He argued defensively. “I just don’t understand why everyone has to fall for you... Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook- Alessandro, that poor bastard.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep my composure from such an insulting remark. The car fell silent again as I stared out the window and this time I relished in silence after simply stating,

“Men want what they can’t have.”

Only when Jimin pulled up the end of the block, like the time before, is when I spoke to him once again.

“The plan continues exactly as we planned. You’ll go to the hotel first and I’ll go into the bar 15 minutes after you.” Jimin set the car in park and nodded his head slowly. “Once you’ve gotten everything ready, standby and wait for the signal.”

“Just one thing?” He says and I stare. “Don’t play with your victim, as soon as you get the chance- kill him.”

“I’ll see how it goes.” I shrugged. He sighed, without any final words, he moved forward to exit the car.

“Wait,”

“I haven’t forgotten…about the two dealers that got taken, ” He closed the door as soon as I spoke, he was looking back at me with much softer eyes. “If Alessandro knows where they are- I’ll get them back.”

He simply nodded his head in understanding, then may his way back to exiting the car. I watched as he walked toward the hotel, his figure becoming smaller by the second. Then he disappeared and I began to count the 15 minutes before I would go in. Before I would be met, face to face, with Alessandro Botticelli once again.

I stood in front of the same wooden doors that lead to the downstairs bar. It felt like it had been an eternity since I was last here. Though it had only been three days. The place was surrounded by Italian gunmen, no doubt a result of the other cocaine dealers dropping like flies. I went to open the door but was met by a locked handle.

I peered inside through the cross windows the doors allowed, mostly empty from the little that I could see. A man soon came in my line of sight, Vincent Romano, to be exact. Alessandro’s most dangerous gunman.

He recognized me right away and unlocked the door.

“Well look who it is…” His eyes scanned me from head to toe as he allowed me to step in. “We were sure that you were a ghost- the way that you vanished into the streets… without a trace.”

Another man came up behind him, from the deeper right side of the bar, where Alessandro must be. He landed on his shoulder to whisper something inaudible to me. Vincent shook his head and answered him in Italian. With his order, the man walked back to where I could not see him.

“We looked for you all over New York- Mr. Botticelli’s orders, of course.” He smirked, possibly trying to make conversation with me. Though, it didn’t take long for the other man to come back. He nodded his head at Vincent and he looked back at me. “He’s been waiting for you.”

I followed behind him into the back of the bar. Where the room was darker as there were almost no windows. The room glowing under candlelight.Where Alessandro was revealed to be seated at a table and eight other gunmen in nearby ones. The moment his eyes landed on me, he rose from his table, watching me as I walked in.

“Brava- Bravissima!” He yelled out as he slowly clapped his hands and made his way around the table. I smiled as he came to greet me in front of the table, he took both of my hands in his and leaned in to kiss them. “How are you doing, bella?”

“I knew that we would meet again.” He grinned and pulled out the chair for me. He leads me to take a seat and pushing it closer to the table as I did.

“Destiny, perhaps,” I smirked and he was in front of me in a matter of seconds. His full lips were parted into a full smile, one that almost made him look innocent. Wrinkles creased around the hazel eyes that stared intensely at me.

“Leave us.” He announced to his men. They exchanged glances at each other unsure but his voice turned cold quickly. “Out!”

The absence of his men brought ease to my body. I was a little less stiff and I could breathe better. He wore a wine button up shirt, with its sleeves rolled up and the same gold chain from before.

“Look,” He paired his clothing with black pants that he reached into the pocket of, pulling out a white silk fabric from it. “I have kept the memento of your lips for these past couples of days.”

“And I have kept the memory of your gaze.” I hummed as he held up the lipstick stained silk to prove to me. He leaned in, setting the cloth beside his drink.

“You won’t escape from me this time.” His eyes staring deeply at me as if I was an illusion he didn’t want to miss.

“Neither will you.”

“Does that mean…” He glances at the cloth under his elbow. “That tomorrow, I will wake up in the morning to something much more...concrete than this?”

I leaned in resting my chin on the palm of my hand.

“Of that, you can be sure of.” He reached over the small rounded table and touched the back of my hand. Close to grazing my cheek but I moved off my hand the moment his rough skin touched mine. “Can we go somewhere? Where we can be alone?”

“Of course we can.” He was quick to answer as if he had been waiting for me to ask him that. “How does my presidential suite sound?”

“Perfect.”

His men followed us out the door of the bar, all the way up the stairs, as we entered the main lobby of the hotel. His arm was wrapped around my waist as we walked, his much taller frame leading the way.

By this time Jimin should be getting into position and shouldn’t be in the main lobby but I casually scanned the floor of people just in case. There must have been some type of convention being held because the lobby was cluttered with people.

Alessandro spoke to his men in a combination of Italian and English. Repeating to each of them that for absolutely no reason should anyone come and bother him up in the room. My eyes finished scanning the lobby for any sign of trouble-and trouble I found.

Yoongi’s figure stood out to me, standing just a few feet away from us, next to a group of guests. Our eyes locked and it was like the entire room slowed down and became cold. His eyes darted behind, landing on Alessandro who was still talking to his men in the other direction but, who also, still had his arm around my waist and pulled in close to his side. I could see Yoongi’s face drowning in jealousy and rage. His body tightening and he reached into the inside of his blazer. Where he always kept his gun.

All I could do was lightly shake my head, trying to not make it obvious as I continued walking with Alessandro toward the elevators. I mouthed to him the word ‘no’ frantically trying to stop him from approaching us. Him, against twelve armed gunmen, was a chance he would gladly take. He took broad steps close but not close enough for anyone else to notice. My eyes on him were pleading as we entered the elevator. He stood behind and our eye contact broke through the closing doors.

“You have yet to tell me your name?”Alessandro chuckled above my ear causing me to shiver in disgust.

“It’s (Y/n)...” I try to say without showing the repulsion he brings me.

“As expected… così bella.”

The doors opened up to the very top floor of the hotel. A blue and white pattern displayed on the carpet leading us to Alessandro’s presidential suite at the very end of the hall. I stood by his side as he went to unlock the door with his card key. I looked around to see if any of his men had followed us up or were waiting for us. He pushed the door open and allowed me to step inside first.

“Ti piace? Do you like it?” I walked through the small hall that revealed a large living room and bar.

“I like it,” I said as we stepped into the dining area where stood a espresso wooden table under a white carpet. He pulled out a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket that laid on top of it, followed by two glasses. Two large naked windows framed either side of the wall. The heat from the sun had made the bucket of ice melt and condensate its exterior. “It’s the biggest room in the hotel, isn’t it?”

“Of course, a woman like you deserves the finest.” He hands me my glass and I thank him.

He pop opens the bottle, an icy smoke coming from it’s opening before Alessandro takes my glass and fills it. The glass sizzles to the top but soon dies down to reveal only half full. I strolled around the room as he filled his own glass up. I found my way to one of the windows where the view of New York was at its peak.

“The best view this hotel has to offer,” Alessandro notes following in behind me. “But nothing compared to your beauty, (Y/n).”

“Such a romantic.” I laugh setting my glass down the dining table. “Too bad all those bodyguards spoil the moment.”

“They’re necessary.” He insists. Alessandro sets down the whole bottle on the table and takes a drink from his glass.

“Are they? And why is that?” I question turning to look back outside. “To protect you from all the angry women whose hearts you’ve broken?”

“No, no.” He laughs with the glass still pressed to his lips, he takes another drink.

“What?” I smirk, stepping closer to him. “Are you telling me I’m the first woman you bring up here?”

“Absolutely!” He declares and I smile shaking my head.

“I’m not so naive, Alessandro.” I turn my back to him and walk forward. “Who are you trying to protect?”

“Let just say it’s a matter of business.” I reach into the pocket of my fur coat, gripping the gun in my hand.

“Who are you afraid of?” I slip it out.

“Nothing- no one.” With my back facing him he can’t see a thing. But then there was a knock at the door. “Ugh. Who is it?”

I slipped the gun back into my pocket and followed him back to the hallway. Alessandro looked through the peephole and opened the door. It was an employ from the hotel bringing room service on a cart.

“What’s all this?” I asked as Alessandro brings him to the dining table.

“I wanted us to have a nice romantic dinner, (Y/n).” He smiled. The employ setting up the table for us. It was two orders of stakes, pasta, and salads. I internally groan and want to roll my eyes.

“Do you mind if we order a bottle of wine?” I asked not wanting to keep Jimin waiting too long. Not with so many of Alessandro’s men roaming the hotel.

“You need to get a hold of one of the uniforms. Find a way to take over someone’s position so that you will end up at Alessandro’s room.” I told him. “By the time you get to the room Alessandro should be dead and you’ll be my way out.”

We took our seat and began to eat quietly. Though in the depths of my mind I was looking at my options- my chances of pulling this off and still being able to leave alive. Wondering if Jimin was even able to blend in as a member of the staff. No. I couldn’t doubt myself now. I couldn’t doubt Jimin.

“I want to make a confession to you, (Y/n),” Alessandro said breaking the silence. He wiped the corners of his mouth and adjusted the napkin back on his lap. “I do this because I don’t want this being the only night we spend together.”

I raised my eyebrow smirking as he grabbed his glass of champagne and brought it up to me. “I was taught as a child that a man mustn’t hide things from the woman he wishes to marry. Though, when it comes to business everything is different…”

“Oh?” I raise my own glass to meet his and tilt my head at him. “Go ahead, tell me.”

“I want you to know what it is that I do for a living,” No. He wouldn’t. “I’m a trafficker.”

Then again, maybe he would.

“W-what do you mean?” I set my glass down and pushed my hair away from my face. “Trafficker of what, exactly?”

“Narcotics- cocaine mostly.” Jimin was right. Alessandro you poor bastard. “I’m the largest distributor in New York. You know, this city has always had a vice abuse, first with alcohol, marijuana, and now coke is the best seller.”

“Wait-wait.” I shut my eyes, trying to hold a straight face, taking a deep breath. “You said that you were the largest distributor in the city. Does that mean there are others?”

“Yes, a few.” He grabs his drink once again.

“Well, I ask because in the movies dealers are always fighting for territory and money.” I reach across the table and take his hand. “Is anyone trying to hurt you? Are we in danger?”

“No, yes but no. You are safe here with me.” He set his glass down and placed his other hand above mine.

“Who?” I asked pulling my hand back and running it over my forehead. I took a deep, shaky breath as I leaned back against my chair.

“Someone who goes under the name ‘Suga’.”

“Suga?” I sit back up. “Just Suga?”

“That’s all we know so far but I’m sure that he’s a man not from New York. His product is from Cuba so he could very well be Cuban himself.” He put his hand on his chin, running it through the scruff of his beard.

“But if you don’t know anything else other than the name… why are you so sure it’s a man?” I ask.

“Easy. This is a man’s business.” He shrugged. “A woman simply wouldn’t have the cold heart to kill.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit of a sexist comment?” I had to look down, let my hair cover my face for a moment while the smile spread across my face. I hear him chuckle and I look back him to find him smiling. “Isn’t it? Women can be much more than just pretty faces. I’m sure we are capable of murder and even much more. Ruthlessness isn’t exclusive to only men.”

“Well, I see you know a thing or two about human nature.” Alessandro smiled leaning in on the table and watching me in awe. “To me, it sounds like the words of a woman who’s already committed murder.”

“What?” I scoff playfully. “How could you think such a thing.”

“I’ve been around murders all my life, (Y/n). I know how they act.” He laughed and I sigh theatrically.

“Well since you confessed something, maybe I should too?”

“What?” He raised his brow at me before reaching to pour himself another glass. “You did murder someone?”

“I could tell you about that or,” I take a drink of my own glass. “I can tell you something a little more interesting.”

“More interesting than murder? Go ahead.” I set my glass down and watched him continue to drink his sense away.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend?” He laughed with eyes wide.

“A fiancé actually.”

“Not a big deal. We can get rid of him easily if he’s a problem.” I lowered my hand to the side of the seat, reaching for the pocket of my fur coat that hung around the chair.

“The thing is that we worked together.” My hand in the soft fur pocket, once again, gripping onto the cold metal. “I’m actually his boss.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the poor bastards name?” I laughed shaking my head.

“Yoongi…” I slide the gun out of the pocket and brought it to my lap. “but everyone knows him by a different name.”

“What is that?” He blinks.

“Suga.”

I pulled my gun out and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through his right shoulder. Alessandro fell back in his seat, blood coming from the exit wound onto the white wall behind him.

He groans on the floor as I stood from the table. Still aiming my gun at him as he squirmed in pain. His left hand held his bleeding shoulder. He was breathing heavily with eyes wide and blood flushing his face.

“Accidenti!” He said with his heavy breathing. He looked up at me, his eyes blackening in rage and pain but a dark laugh echoed through the room. “I knew beautiful women would be the end of me...”

“But you never thought one of them would actually end you,” I said standing at his feet.

“I guess that seems like a pretty go way to go.” He breathed. I watched him scoot himself to the wall behind him where he sat up against the wall and tossed his head back. “So...you work for Suga? How theatrical.”

“Didn’t you hear me before?” He dropped his hand down to the belt of his pants, where his gun was tucked away. “Suga works for me.”

I pulled the trigger again, the silent bullet breaking through his wrist.

“Maledetta puttana! You’re a sadistic woman with a lot of nerve.” His face was becoming pale and his shoulder was still bleeding rapidly- I must have hit a major artery. “Why don’t you just kill me already? What are you waiting for!?”

“I’m waiting for my room service,” I said stepping over him and taking his gun from his belt.

Then gunshots fired from outside of the door. Alessandro began yelling out in Italian as I stepped back to find cover against the same wall he was leaning against. I pointed the gun downward and shot him in his outer thigh to get his attention back on me. Making it clear that no one was coming to save him.

“Two of my dealers went missing two days ago,” I said leaning down and grabbing him by the hair as he continued to groan and yell. “I know you're behind this. Where are they?”

My hand tangled in his thick curls forcing him to look up at me while I pointed the gun at his head. He scoffed and spit in my direction. The spit falling to the top of my heels.

I shoved his head free from my hold. Grabbing my gun by the silencer and swinging the handle across his face. He spits blood from his mouth, a gash opening and bleeding on his brow bone.

“Where are they!?” I repeat. He was losing blood so fast that he could barely maintain his head up. But I could see his lips turning into a smirk while the gunshots continued outside of the door.

“You’ll never make it out of here alive.” He said.

I felt the adrenaline in my body start to shake my arms and my mind was switching back and forth from Alessandro to the gunshots outside, to Jimin. My time was running out and I need to know what happened to those men. I put my gun down and lifted my foot, shoving the stiletto of my heel into the bullet hole in his thigh.

“Answer me!” I said forcing my heel down harder through his broken skin.

As he cried out the front door of the room opened loudly. The gunshots were still being exchanged with the door open. Was it Jimin? Was it the police?

“Signore?!” It was Vincent Romano.

I glanced down at Alessandro, his breathing was shallow and streams of blood had begun to collect under his hands. I reached down to find his pulse on his neck. It was so faint, he would be dead any minute. I had to try to escape, with or without Jimin.

I moved along the wall, closer to the opening to the next room where Vincent wouldl be coming from my left. Gunshots were still being fired outside of the door. I lined up at the edge of the wall, taking in a deep breath and holding my gun close, as I moved to peek around the corner.

The smell of bullets and blood lingered the cold air.

I looked into the dim lit hall slowly, Vincent Romano coming into my line of sight and I coming into his. With his gun pulled out, and no hesitation, he pulled his trigger. I try to move back as swiftly as I could but I felt the metal pierce my forearm.

I stumble back behind the wall, my head against it and a groan ripping out through my teeth. The pain shot up my arm, in a burning sensation, and tensed my muscles. Blood starting to pour down my arm, the warm liquid coloring all the way down to the tips of my fingers.

“Come out! You damn whore!”

I looked back down at the floor, where I had left Alessandro’s gun out of his reach. I picked it up and held it in my other hand. Glancing at his current state still on the floor beside me. He laid motionless, his once intimidating hazel eyes laid open soulless.

“There you are.”

I looked over my shoulder to see him now standing behind me. I let myself drop to the floor using Alessandro’s gun to shoot and aim at his chest. My motions caused me to miss the shot and he was able to move and hide behind the other wall.

I quickly stand on my feet and grabbed one of the wooden chairs from the dining table. I kicked it out into the hallway where he was, catching him off guard as he shot the falling chair. Giving me an opening shot.

I jump into his line of sight. Watching how his eyes darted from the chair to me. Then locking eyes with his boss's gun. The shot rings in my ears while his body jerked back. The blast had him against the wall. His hold on his gun is pressed against the wall and the other is clutching onto his bleeding ribs.

“(Y/n)!” I look behind me to see Jimin coming in through the door. He’s wearing the uniform of the hotel employees with his gun in his grasp. My mouth opened to speak but his eyes looked past me. “Get down!”

I do as he says. He brings his gun up and fires past me. My eyes searching for the bullets landing. Through the head of Vincent Romano. I watch him fall to the floor.

“We have to go!” Jimin instantly appeared at my side, wrapping his hand around my upper arm, pulling me on to my feet and dragging me out of the hotel room.

In the hallway, there were two Italian men shot dead beside each other. A room service cart was tipped over and full of gunshots. Laying beside it was the drapery that veiled carts- and beside it the bottle of wine I had ordered. I kept an eye down the hall as Jimin pushed the cart upright. Cloaking the drapery back over the top of it.

“Get under. Hurry!” He held up the cloth revealing the space open for me. I moved fast to get under the cart. I adjusted myself to a comfortable position on the cold metal of the bottom shelf, concealed by the blue fabric surrounding me. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You’re hurt,” Jimin said as the car stopped in front of the warehouse doors. Honking the horn so that the others could let us in.

I thoroughly observed Jimin and I could not find a single scratch on him. He had taken off the long sleeve of the hotel uniform, wearing nothing but a white tank top and dark blue slacks.

“It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” That was a lie. I couldn’t even move my arm, blood was staining my skin and my dress.

Jimin honked again, this time causing me to jump, this time letting it bellow for a few seconds. He scoffed after getting no response, reaching for the handle of the car door. I watched him in the beams of the car lights, squatting down on his feet to push the doors over his head. The headlights pooled into the darkening warehouse but I could see the lights all the way in the back turned on. Jimin hopped back in the car,

“We have to get that bullet out of you.” He said driving us in.

We walked into the far back of the warehouse. The light of my room was on and soft talking could be heard from within. Jimin and I followed the noise.

“Didn't you hear us honking?” I said as I pushed the door open and was met by nothing.

The only voice that responded was the small TV that sat inside the wardrobe of Yoongi and I’s shared a room.

I turn to Jimin as a tainted feeling dropped in the pit of my stomach and was reflected in his face. He shook his head and he walked out of the room. Not wasting any time and kicking the doors to the other three rooms wide open. He called out their names. Jungkook. Hoseok. Yoongi.

Yoongi. Who I had last seen in the hotel lobby. How could have I forgotten? There was no one here besides us.

“Oh no…”

Jimin turned to ask me 'what'. But I could barely hear him. The pain in my arm was numbed by the heavy feeling in my stomach. I felt it pulling me down to the floor. My head feeling like it was detaching from my shoulders.

“Hey…(Y/n).” He came to my aid. His arm wrapped around my suddenly fragile frame as my legs were giving out. I held onto the door frame with my weak arm. “You've lost too much blood.”

He guided me to the bed behind us. Seating me at the edge before he squatted down to take a look at my arm.

“Yoongi was at the hotel,” I said scooping my hair out of my face. I flinched as his thumbs ran close to the bullet opening.

“What?” He paused.

“He was in the lobby when I was going up to Alessandro’s room.” He dropped my arm gently on the bed and stood back to his feet, looking down at me with puzzled eyes. “He wanted to come up to us but I stopped him. I didn't see where he went.”

“Did you see Jungkook? Or Hoseok with him?” I simply shook my head, carefully because it still felt light. “This doesn't make any sense.”

He stormed out of the room to walk into the bathroom. The bathroom is straight ahead of my room, I watched through the open doors as he frantically grabbed rags and the first aid box from underneath the sink.

But it made total sense. If Yoongi was there, Jungkook and Hobi would have surely followed him. Were they in the building when the gunshots when off? Did they make it out?

I pulled out my phone. Quickly and shakily looking for their names in my contacts. Putting the phone on speaker as Yoongi’s caller ID flashed on the screen. My head dropped as it went straight to voicemail. Maybe his phone is dead? I called Hoseok's, glancing at Jimin who was looking through the first aid box. It rang and rang but there was no answer and I was sent to voicemail again. This can't be happening. My chest was tightening as the stress and the fear tumbled inside me. Jungkook had to answer. He always answered my calls. And just as I was going to click on his name, there was a silence. Jimin had stopped scavenging around in the bathroom and I was holding my breath. The words playing off of the TV were becoming clear in my ears.

“We’re coming back to you live from lower Manhattan. With what started off as a bar altercation has turned into a police standoff. Now DEA officials have arrived at the scene, linking the suspect to the Madison Hotel. Where just an hour ago Alessandro Botticelli, Italian Mafia leader, and suspected drug lord, was killed along with three of his men.”

I called Jimin into the room. My eyes scanning the scenery behind the news reporter. Jimin coming to my side and following my gaze. There were police cars and officers blocking the entrance to an alleyway. Guns aiming far into the back where the sun was starting to set.

“The suspect has not yet been identified. He is reported to be armed and heavily intoxicated. We are getting news that two other male suspects have also been reported, apparently in an attempt to help the first suspect escape.”

Jimin and I watched in silence, mortified, as my phone rang.

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