#call them up this morning and get through within like 5 mins! yay! oh sorry our systems are down

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Phonecalls make me want to start gnawing on human bones

[confidenceatitsfinest]

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

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

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

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Crossposted on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[taekookismylifeline]

(yoonseok) - trust my heart when it beats for you

ao3: (x)

Summary: Jung Hoseok has had an awkward Thing for Min Yoongi for four years of his school life. He is certain that the only thing that gets in the way of them and everlasting love is the fact that Min Yoongi doesn't know he exists, but that all changes due to one drunken text message: a pick-up line. Ready to flee to another country under a false identity in mortification, he finds himself ruining their blossoming friendship and confessing when Yoongi asks why Hoseok had tried to flirt with him. However, things take a turn after his confession when Yoongi starts to (awkwardly) flirt back.

Pairings: Yoonseok, Taekook and Namjin

Chapters: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20), (21), (22), (23), (24), (25), (26), (27), (28), (29)

Chapter Six - the cyber world you use, another world we share, can we be together there?

His mind remained on Yoongi for the rest of the day and once he returned home he barely gave himself time to greet his mum, running upstairs and slamming his door shut. He plugged in his phone and waited impatiently for his battery percentage to increase. He wanted to message Yoongi but something was stopping him, reluctance was slowly overtaking his confidence. He desperately needed a pep-talk of some kind, any kind.

“Hey, ‘Seok, what’s up?” Taehyung greeted, his voice sounding gravelly in Hoseok’s ear.

“Okay, so, dilemma. I’m just about to message Yoongi but I can’t - I can barely hold the phone, I’m so frikkin’ nervous.”

“‘Frikkin’’?”

“Yes, my mum’s home, I don’t want her to hear me swear. Anyway, Tae, I need your help.”

“My knowledge of affairs of the heart only extends to disappointment.”

“Ah, Tae, I’m sorry, I never got to ask. How are you with Jeongguk? How are you feeling?”

“I’m not. My bones are glass and every time I breathe my skin rips-”

“Tae! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, stop it!”

“Fine, fine. In all honesty, I’m pissed at myself. If I had just gotten over my immature shyness and approached him as, like, his senior or something and helped him maybe we would have become friends. Maybe more.”

“I feel the same, Tae. I hate that this pre-puberty awkwardness didn’t... go away. It just got worse because they got hotter and we got more distant. No, you know what, Tae? Don’t blame yourself, blame this stupid school system and how it splits us apart.”

“Hear, hear! But we’ve merged now and you’ve got in with Yoongi, haven’t you?”

“Yeah - oh my god, Tae.”

“What? What? Did he message you?”

“No, I’ve just had an idea!”

“What?”

“If I become friends with Yoongi, we can all hang out. This is your way to Jeongguk.”

“Holy frick.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I’m being serious. You’re a genius! What are you waiting for? Get to messaging him!”

“Alright!” Hoseok searched for his headphones and plugged them into his phone. He opened the Messenger app and browsed through his most recent contacts. He screeched when opening the chatroom with Yoongi’s profile picture next to it. “Oh, frick, Tae, it’s worse than I remember – I sent him ‘ojg’. What the hell is an ‘ojg’?”

“Well, it definitely isn’t a marriage proposal, so just be grateful,” Taehyung quipped, sounding amused instead of repulsed which was how Hoseok felt with himself.

“You, my friend, suck,” Hoseok muttered whilst his fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Okay, what the hell do I say?”

“Um, how about: ‘I want to suck your dick and have your children.’”

“Really helpful, Tae. Anything else less explicit?” It was at this point that Hoseok half-considered just hanging up.

There was a pause as Taehyung pondered. “I think I’ve got it: ‘Hey’, and then do an emoji, then, ‘are you free after school on Friday?’ Don’t say the weekend because I know that you’ll freak out and get so nervous that you probably won’t show up.”

Hoseok grumbled under his breath but tapped out the message. “Okay, thanks, and now... Send. Oh, god...” He closed the app and threw the phone away from him. He clutched at his pillow. “Tae, can you check your Facebook to see if he’s online?”

“Well done! Um, I don’t think I can, I’m not his friend.”

He groaned and buried his head into the pillow. “I’m talking to Min Yoongi, Tae, after all these fucking years.”

“Hey! What happened to ‘frick’?”

“Frick off.”

“That’s better.”

Hoseok snorted in amusement and instinctively reached for his phone. Just as he flipped his phone around the screen lit up signifying that he had received a notification. A message. A scream clawed up his throat and he succeeded in swallowing it after unlocking his phone. “Tae, Tae, he just replied!”

“Wow, he’s speedy. Maybe he’s just as keen as you, ‘Seok. What did he say?”

“Um...” Hoseok’s eyes darted to the clock on his bedside even though his phone displayed it accurately. “He replied a minute ago and I haven’t opened it.”

There was a sound of movement on the other end of the line. “Open it!” Taehyung commanded.

He did so with shaky fingers and nerves to match. He read the message in his head, and then again, and then again. He only remembered that Taehyung was on the phone with him when he heard a noise of impatience. He read the message aloud. “‘Sounds good, I’ll bring my notes and my fingers.’”

There was a unanimous silence as the two processed it. Hoseok only broke it when he saw the green icon hovering next to Yoongi’s icon. “Um, he’s online-”

“Did he just fucking flirt with you? Hoseok, you asked him on a date and now he flirts with you-” Taehyung cut himself off with a loud exhale of supposed realisation. “Min Yoongi has a crush on you!”

A feeling of intense happiness flourished within him before he remembered the reality of the situation and he deflated just as quickly. “No, no. I didn’t get to tell you all of it - I went to ask him on a date but then he looked at me, like, ‘what?’ So I backtracked and asked to meet him after school to do this history project we were assigned to do together, and he agreed. So, technically, it’s not a date, and he doesn’t know I like him.”

“... Oh,” Taehyung sighed in disappointment but then recovered. “Oh, you should probably message him back. Just be like, ‘hahaha’ and then ask him something. What do you want to know?”

Hoseok typed out the message accordingly and then chewed his lip thoughtfully. “Everything?” He laughed to himself. “Um, I’ll ask if he likes history?”

“Sounds good. Send, send, send!”

Hoseok followed Taehyung’s instructions and sent the message. There was a six minute time difference between Yoongi’s message to him and his reply, which wasn’t bad at all. Jimin probably would have waited a whole day.

Yoongi was online but he didn’t read the message. Hoseok clicked off of the app and checked his other social media whilst Taehyung sung a pop song in the background. After a few minutes, which felt like more than a few years, Yoongi finally messaged back. He tensed and yelled out, “he replied!”

“Oh, yay, what did he say?” Taehyung halted his singing.

Hoseok didn’t have any time to waste, he opened the message straightaway, his pulse hammering against the skin of his neck.

“Okay, he said, ‘does anyone?’ A question with a question, how mysterious - he’s typing!” Hoseok’s hand froze whilst clamped around his phone, his eyes glued to the screen. Taehyung deciding to make noises of suspense in the background did not help his anticipation whatsoever.

“‘Seok, have you died? What did he say?”

“He just asked me if I liked it. What do I say?” He was growing somewhat anxious, Yoongi had most likely seen that he had read the message.

“Just answer it! It’s not me he’s talking to; it’s you!”

Taehyung had made a fair point. With a jittering heartbeat he typed out his response and then sent his reply. “So, what did you say?” Taehyung asked.

“‘how cryptic’, with that thinking emoji, and then, ‘it’s alright, I’d rather do something else with my time though’.”

Taehyung snorted. “Yeah, I have a pretty good idea of what.”

“Don’t be disgusting. Oh, wow. He’s typing...” Hoseok felt pinned in place by the surrealness of the situation. He was messaging Yoongi. They were having an active conversation in which Yoongi was willingly participating in. He must have died in History class this morning and had entered the gates of paradise.

“Don’t keep him waiting then, ‘Seok! Ah – yes? Okay, I’ll be down in a bit – sorry, ‘Seok, I’ve gotta go, it’s dinner for me! Good luck with lover boy, and don’t frick it up!”

“Wait! Wait, before you go he just replied, he said: ‘what would you rather be doing?’ What do I say?” Hoseok had collapsed backwards onto the bed and almost risked throwing himself off of it due to the broken wood panel.

“Hmm...” Taehyung mused. “Say something about your hobbies, and then ask him what he does in his spare time – don’t keep him waiting!” And then Taehyung was gone, leaving Hoseok to fend for himself.

He ejected the earphones from its jack and sucked in his cheek before typing out a response. ‘hmm... idk, maybe dancing or something’, and then he asked the question that Taehyung had suggested. He didn’t have to suffer in silence for a reply as Yoongi messaged back fairly quickly.

Before he knew it, half an hour had passed and he was called downstairs by his mum who was ready to take him to dance class. He bade goodbye to Yoongi and dashed frantically around his room, shoving things into his bag. When he surfaced downstairs his mum took one look at the smile twinkling on his face and asked him why he was so happy. He shrugged his shoulders and lied, saying he was just excited to get to practice.

His phone felt warm in his pocket with the promise of... Something. Something good finally happening after years of waiting. He could hardly wait for Friday.