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A little treat, from the other side of the glass!
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Steph and Jason stand there in silence after the natural disaster that they just witnessed dipped like bats out of hell.
Steph's mouth is dry, and she feels deprived of a hunt she only just started.
"So, did you hire her because you guys match?" Steph finally says, after watching Jason moon after his new boytoy for a couple seconds to make herself feel better.
Not that Jason keeps boytoys, but really, he should. Danny can be his first.
"What?" Jason blinks at her in confusion, no doubt still suffering the effects of lovesickness. Ugh.
"Val." Steph clarifies, enunciating because she likes the way it sounds on her tongue, "y'know, yay high, hot as sin, hair likeâ" she twirls a finger towards her own bangs, signifying the two starkly white dreads the other woman had framing her face.
Jason scoffs. "No, she's good. Knows her shit." Jason gives her a look. "I wouldn't hire someone who couldn't do the job."
"Figured," Steph placates, picking up a random nut on the table "She work the weekdays?"
She doesn't know who she's kidding. They both know Steph's panting after Jaybird's new mechanic like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty looking bone.
Two minutes ago, she watched Val suplex Danny in picture perfect 4K, and lost control of her own goddamn mouth.
"Gods, I wish that were me." Steph had said then, out loud.
Thankfully, Jason was too preoccupied watching a basically shirtless Danny pinning Val to the ground and saying "Satan, I wish that were me." to really make fun of her for it.
But Steph's not stupid, and for all the violence and muscle Jason's made up of, that doesn't mean he's stupid either. Or deaf.
They both heard the other, and are pointedly not talking about it.
Who the hell says "Satan" instead of "Gods" anyway? Jason literally worships the ground Wonder Woman struts on, and she's basically a God. Goddess. Whatever.
Power positions shouldn't be gendered. It's all the same.
"She works when she works." Jason finally says, not at all fooled by her innocent demeanor. It hasn't worked for years. Not since she was still dating Tim, but it won't stop her from trying.
She gives up.
"Come on Jaybird, you saw her!" Steph immediately whines.
"I did. And I am not letting my very talented, very valued employee fall into the clutches of a harpy!" Jason throws his hands up, strolling back to her car to get it sorted. He's no doubt under the impression that the faster he fixes it, the sooner she'll leave.
They both know it's a lost hope.
"I am not a harpy," Steph sniffs, ignoring Jason's responding scoff, "And I just wanna get to know her, is all."
"Know like what, her three sizes and what she looks like on a bed?â Jason snarks.
She kicks him in the side. âFirst of all, crude. What would Alfie say?â
Jason pointedly ignores her, but sheâs used to that treatment from him. âPlus, itâs not like youâre any better!âÂ
Jason stands up abruptly to glare at Steph. âYou met Val today. Iâve met Danny a handful of times this week and yeah, I like what I see,â Steph feels a triumphant glee take over her, but Jason shuts her up by pointing a greasy hand at her threateningly, âbut I like how he's funny and smart more.â
Steph lets that percolate for a moment, trying to keep a straight face, before a shit-eating grin takes over her face. âAnd it doesnât hurt that pretty boy can throw down.âÂ
Jason rolls his eyes, but he canât fool Steph. She sees his get a little red as he turns back to sink into the hood of her car. âHe made that bike, yâknow.âÂ
That surprises her. âHe did? By himself??â
âHis friend Tucker tricked it out with himâDanny can code, but his friendâs a certified genius apparently.â Steph feels warmth flood over her as Jason continues to talk about Danny, about the handful of things the two men have talked about during the scant moments Dannyâs there waiting to pick up Val. "We're only three years apart, and he's already got a lot goin' on for him."
"Hey, you got this place all on your own, without Bruce's help, and got back on your feet." Steph jabs a threatening finger at him, "You're barely legal to drink, and you have what, 6 employees?"
Jason sniffs, muttering something about college and pit madness. Steph rolls her eyes and promptly tells him where he can shove that kind of talk.
Namely: where the sun don't shine and Gotham smog don't go.
In truth, sheâs happy. Sheâs never seen Jason this relaxed about meeting someone new, though sheâs sure itâs not the first time. She and Jay have never been too close, despite the fact that he tolerates her more in casual hangouts than the rest of the bats and birds.Â
They trust each other with their lives, of course, but Steph wasnât exactly there when Red Hood first made his debut, and sheâs one of the few in the Batfam that didnât know Jason before.Â
Sometimes she thinks that the only reason he can tolerate her as much as he does. Can't make comparisons to a dead boy if you didn't know the dead boy, after all.
So she listens to him redirect the talk back to Danny, to the shop, and when Jason runs out of things to say they sit together in comfortable, familiar silence. The only noise being the city ambience and Jason tinkering around in the guts of her car.
Steph basks in it, breathing slow and deep, contemplative.
"So. Vigilantes?" Jason finally utters, Steph's eyes snapping open so she can point a finger at him frantically.
"Right!? Phantom?" She asks, watching as Jason turns toward her with a wrench from god knows where.
"Huntress?" Jason counters.
"Cujo????" Steph almost screeches.
There's another silence, as Jason and Steph stare at each other, confused beyond measure. It's the kind of pause that people who've just been through a baffling moment together can commiserate in, a moment that really takes one aback, rare for borne and bred Gothamites like Steph and Jason are.
"Tim?" Steph offers.
"Babs?" Jason pleads.
A long moment, and Steph nods, pulling out her phone.
She pretends not to notice Jason's shoulders slumping in relief as he turns back to her carâprobably thinking he's just dodged a bullet on brotherly nosiness. Tim might be able to lie to Batman's face, but he's still a sucker for Dick Grayson's pouty whines.
Jokes on him, last she heard Dick is hanging out with Babs today, so he'll find out anyway.
The second she presses send, she belatedly remembers that she's also probably going to be subjected to the nosy.
Gods damn it all.
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Valâs pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
Sheâs pretty sure heâs The Crime Lord, actually. Sheâs like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and sheâs low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.Â
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, sheâs not mad about Red Hood himself.Â
Sheâs just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriendâs third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so sheâs mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car sheâs working on today. Being a mechanic wasnât really on the docket for Valâs life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?Â
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.Â
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.Â
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.Â
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. Heâs flexible on hours, and sheâs even got rudimentary insurance.Â
All in All? It could be worseâshe could still be working for Vlad, after all.Â
It's the little things.
#i want them both to be smooth but i know in my heart they're goobers#im bi so everyone in this fic is bi#thems the rules#val/steph#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#my writing#danny phantom#dcu#dead on main#danny/jason#danny fenton#jason todd#red hood#mechanic val au#stephanie brown/valerie gray#valerie gray#stephanie brown
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Part 1 â Play Nice
pairing: bodyguard!Yoongi x CEO!fem reader - brother/mob boss!Jin, brother/mob boss!Jungkook
genre: mafia, e2l, sloooooow burn, age gap
summary: As you and your brothers finalize the plans for the next chapter in the family business, you end up discovering things that you didn't expect. And upon meeting the man assigned to guard your life, you think the universe must really have it out for you. And you don't like it. Not one bit.
warnings: angst, arranged marriage, drug addiction/rehab, family drama, parental loss, age gap, alcohol, smoking, mentions of speed racing, crime, drugs and weapons trading, night terrors, ptsd, guns, reader has a knife (and an attitude)
minors pls dni
wc: 19k buckle up, folks!!!
teaser l prologue l part i. play nice I interlude: strangers l part ii. I
You make a mocking face at your phone, specifically the social media app that shoves pictures in your face of your university friends opening up their architecture firm that you were meant to be a part of. Good for them, you think sourly to yourself. You would be happier if you were there with them, before your dreams and plans to settle down in one place were foiled.
Itâs been almost a year since they were, right before you finished up your second to last semester of grad school when your brother called to tell you that your father had died.
Your father, who never looked you in the eye. Your father, who you spent too much of your childhood vying for his attention, especially as a teenager, around the time he started to pay more attention to Jungkook. Like when you purposely flunked classes, hoping heâd care enough to yell at you to do better, only for Jin to show up to teacher meetings in sunglasses and a mask but the disappointment wasnât hidden underneath. Or when you went around shoplifting with your friends and got caught by mall security, wishing heâd be the one to show up and get you out of trouble. But yet again, Jin came in another disguise, and the disappointment was the same. He knew what you were doing, but didnât have the heart to tell you it wasnât worth it, because your father would never care. He barely acknowledged your existence.
So, at the news of his passing, you felt nothing. That was until you realized that it meant everything would fall on your brothersâ shoulders. And suddenly, you became a part of the very thing Jin worked so hard to keep you away from. Your duty and prospects became that of carrying out your fatherâs legacy. Before you knew it, you were set to be engaged to the son of a casino owner, so that you would take over the casino in the city your brothers ran, streets filled with crime and money fueled by Crow blood.
Kim blood. Dirty blood. Your blood.Â
Over the summer, you finished up your last semester, rushed through six classes in order to complete all of your credits. You honestly donât know how you pulled it off. Three weeks before you were scheduled to graduate, Jin called, bearing the bad news that Jungkook had relapsed and was back in rehab, so you needed to come home right away. You didnât get to walk the stage. And you certainly couldnât give the school an address to send your diploma to. So everything was lost in the wind.
Jungkook was still in rehab by the time you got a ring shoved on your finger. None of your friends know about the engagement. Granted, none of them can even be invited to the wedding. You canât even tell them where youâre living now.
You probably will never speak to them again.
Locking your phone and dropping it in your lap, you sigh dramatically as you look out the window at the cloudy weather, the rain that pours on the windshield, the thunder that rumbles from above. Itâs been cloudy a lot lately. Or maybe the gloom thatâs been sitting in your chest ever since you got married has made everything around you seem dull and gray. Even your house is decorated without color, thanks to your minimalist husband who has no taste for style. He thinks as long as things are expensive, theyâre worth having even if itâs all fucking ugly. Your husband didnât care for your opinion when he picked out the house and furniture, despite the fact that you just graduated with a minor in architecture.
Youâre just glad he picked a spot in the woods, right outside of the city.
Youâve always had a talent for decorating, handing it off to the fact that youâve moved so many times throughout your life, having to buy new furniture since you couldnât drag it everywhere you went. You became the queen of thrifting. As long as you had your keyboard, favorite posters and plushies, you were good. You took care to make your place your home, a reflection of you and your interests in order to keep you grounded, help you feel like you belonged somewhere, even though you never stayed in one place for too long. Jin preferred it that way, felt it was safer. But it meant you couldnât have normal friendships or relationships because they wouldnât keep in touch if you dropped out halfway through the year to transfer to a university in an entirely different place, sometimes a country. It was very destabilizing, and it made things equally lonely, and your brother tried to make up for it by wiring you substantial amounts of money for you to use freely, but responsibly.
You never touched that money. Because how could you as a college student, who worked part-time, low wage jobs, explain the luxuries that your brotherâs money could afford? The money that could pay for a few hundred thousand parking lots of the most expensive and rare cars, at least five cities worth of houses, maybe even feed a small country, much less your tuition and rent. No, you would get by on your own. Sometimes you found yourself at a poker table, often dabbling in an underground gambling ring because thatâs where you could make the most of your money. (You couldnât bring yourself to go to a casino. It would make you think of Jungkook and how much he was struggling). Who would expect a young girl who looked like she got lost on her way to a club to be any good at placing bets? Itâs not your fault you grew up around brothers and friends who taught you how to play cards, molding you to have phenomenal skills in seeing through people and their tells, that they gave themselves away through their eyes. You learned how to pull off the perfect poker face, faking being naive and innocent, got them to fall in your trap and leaving them in shock when you walked away with fat wads of cash in your pocket. You guess that made you a hypocrite.
But there were times when you ran out of money and had to choose between paying a light bill or buying groceries, and you found yourself considering withdrawing from those offshore bank accounts, but you knew once you started, you wouldnât stop. So, you would end up eating the best meals of your life in a dark and cold apartment, sitting alone with the guilt of knowing your brothers would be hurt to think you were ashamed of them.
That guilt still lingers, especially now that youâre riding in a tinted SUV, lavish seats and custom interiors, materials and technology not found in cars of the average citizen. You're well out of the bounds of average by now. You donât feel like you belong even though your brothers are in the exact same boat.
âIs everything alright?â Mr. Han asks from the driverâs seat.
âYeah, just..." you sigh, each breath you take doing the opposite of calming the anxiety racing in your veins. "I was supposed to be managing this architecture firm with my uni friends by now, working on biophilic design that connects spaces with nature and all that.â
You hope you're hiding your bitterness better than you think, remembering how excited youâd been to finally do something you were passionate about and how quickly the ball was dropped on that.
"That sounds interesting. Maybe you can incorporate some of that at the casino when youâre doing the renovations."
"Mm. But I don't know if my future father-in-law would be down to have a bunch of plants all over the place." Mr. Han laughs. "Well, if you're the one in charge once youâre married, I don't see why not."
You smile, grateful for his support, but you know as a female CEO among a board of directors and investors that are majority men, you will only get so much leeway. But you'll have to make do with what you have. Youâre an expert at this point.
"You've done a good thing by coming back to your brothers now that things are complicated." "I just... I donât know if I can do it. Yâknow. The other part."
That part being the real reason you're getting involved at the Stay Gold casino: to take care of business that belongs to your family. Not just supervising the renovations, or overseeing the slot games, blackjack and roulette tables, but keeping a tight chokehold on the money that flows in and out of all that gambling. Money that serves as a front to what you'll be taking care of behind the scenes. Essentially, you'll be a loan shark. And that's what's been keeping you up at night, knowing what comes with ensuring certain associates make their payments in timely fashions, especially if they're buying protection. At least youâll be putting your business degree to use. "You are just as smart and tough as your brothers, if not more. You'll be able to handle it, I have no doubts, Miss Jeon."
But Iâm not like them, is what you want to say, but shouldnât because it would be a lie.
"Thanks, Mr. Han. And you know you can call me Angel.â
"Of course. I'm always here if you need anything."
And you know he means it but it's a small comfort. Mr. Han has been your brothersâ driver for as long as you can remember, always so kind and considerate, making you wonder how a man like him ended up in a job like this. When you found out you were going to have to be chauffeured around, you werenât exactly ecstatic because you love to drive, love the freedom that comes with it, but you figured with Mr. Han, it wouldnât be so bad.
The SUV drives through an underground tunnel, leading into a narrow road surrounded by a forest that takes you to the gated driveway of your brothersâ extravagant mansion. Mr. Han cracks open the window to speak with the armed guard who then waves to someone you canât see and the iron-gates buzz open. The tires slowly rumble over the cobblestone, past the grand and meticulously landscaped lawn with many guards littering the property, up to the roundabout in front of the house where there's a tall, sharp-jawed, and suited guard waiting for you. Yeong, the (devastatingly handsome) man whoâs been assigned to escort you whenever you show up to meet with your brothers. He opens the door and greets you politely as another guard appears from the back of the car. This one doesnât say anything as you get out, and youâre glad because youâve never seen him before and you donât like interacting with any of your brothersâ men whom you havenât met. You remind yourself and your constricting throat that these men work for your family, and youâre safer with them around than not. But still. You hate being followed and made to feel like you canât go anywhere by yourself.
Before you can make it to the porch, your brother enthusiastically swings open one of the large double doors, quickly beckoning you in and shutting the door. As you step in and shuck off your shoes, you notice the indiscreet way he gives your outfit a onceover, like heâs never seen you in sweats before.
âWell, you didnât have to get all dressed up just for us.â You glare at him, lifting your middle finger.
âShut up, Jin. Just because you sleep in your suits.â
âThatâs Jinnie to you,â he says through puckered lips, squishing your cheeks. âCâmere.â
He pulls you into a strong embrace that you weakly pretend to fight off.
âMissed ya, kiddo.â Taking your coat, he kisses the top of your head, and you mumble similar sentiments into his chest with a small smile that quickly turns into a scowl when he roughly rubs his knuckles into your hair.
You push him away and scurry towards the dining room, stomach growling at the wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen. If thereâs one thing youâve missed now that youâve moved out (again), itâs Jinâs cooking. Your brothers too of course, but thatâs a given.
Jungkook is there sitting in his spot, to the left of the head of the table, already eating. It looks like today is one of his good days, and you find yourself smiling. He's eating his food and not just picking at it, the bags under his eyes aren't as prominent, and his hands are steadier than usual.
"Hey, loser. You couldnât wait for me?" you say to Jungkook as you sit across from him.Â
âYouâre late,â he mumbles, mouth full of food, glancing at you as he chews. âIs that why you look like shit?â
âFunny, âcuz I dressed up like you today.â You stick your tongue out at his glare, becoming distracted when you notice something at the corner of his bottom lip.
âWhat is- oh thatâs a stud. I thought it was a big ass zit.â
âPiss off.â He waves your hand away when you tease poking at the metal ball.
You live for bullying your brother, even though heâs two years older than you. He was pretty mean to you as a kid, so this is just payback. Sure you were annoying, but what are little sisters for? At the end of the day, you know heâs your ride or die, just like you are for him.
âItâs cute. Whatâs next, a tongue piercing?â
âI draw the line at tongue piercings,â Jin intervenes, calling out from the kitchen. Him and his supersonic hearing. You snicker and Jungkook just rolls his eyes.
âAny new tats?â
He shows you the additions to his full sleeve and you marvel over the designs that he created, asking the inspiration or story behind each one, always fascinated by his talent. You have a knack for drawing yourself - you wouldnât have the passion for architecture without it - but itâs never been on the same level as Jungkookâs. Dude can paint museum-worthy landscapes and portraits within an hour. Heâs annoying like that.
When youâre done examining his arm, you sit back in your chair, snatching a morsel of his food on the way and he grabs your wrist in an attempt to stop you but instead stares at your sleeve.
âWait, this is my jersey,â he says, ignoring the way you fight to wrestle out of his grip. âIâve been looking for this!â
âSo what? It looks better on me.â You rip your arm away and youâre already halfway out of your chair just as your brother lunges over the table to grab at the jacket. You spring up and out of the dining room, a shrill laugh escaping when you look back to see Jungkook dashing after you.
You may have grown up with him, done taekwondo and thrown loads of rounds in boxing gloves with him, even gotten him into a headlock once or twice, but now heâs built like a bus, and he could bulldoze you down in two seconds flat with no regrets. And it makes you want to scream your head off.Â
Sprinting into the living room, you clamber over the back of the couch, knowing Jin would kill you if he saw you with both feet on the cushions, but youâre much more worried about Jungkook closing in on you.
âGo away!â you shriek when he leaps over the couch with ease, like heâs a damn gold medalist in Living Room Olympics.
âGive me my jacket!â
âIâve had this for like three months, how are you just now missing it?â You point out as you attempt to use the coffee table as a barricade.
âI told you to stop stealing my clothes.â
âItâs only because you have such a cool style.â
He pauses to look at you like he wonât fall for your bullshit compliment. You take this lapse as an opportunity to make a run for it into the kitchen where Jin is filling a carafe of water with fresh-cut berries, rushing to hide behind him at the counter like you used to do as a kid. Jin acts unbothered, barely noticing the way youâre gripping the back of his sweater like a lifeline, only looking over his shoulder when you make a noise as Jungkook jogs towards you.
âCheater.â
"Yah, come on, you two," Jin admonishes as Jungkook tries to grab you, making you hurry to Jinâs right, grabbing his bicep as if his big guns will protect you.
"He started it."
"Did not!" Jungkook exclaims, and you childishly stick your tongue out at him.Â
âGive your brother his jacket,â Jin says in a parental tone. âBut I like it.â Turning around, your oldest brother levels you with a look that mirrors the one Jungkook gave you a few minutes ago and you know not to argue anymore, begrudgingly shrugging off the jersey and throwing it at your brother who catches it with a victorious smile.
âCome on, kids, letâs go eat,â Jin says as he picks up the carafe and three glasses.
Both hands on your back, Jungkook pushes you and you stumble forward.
âOw, donât push me. Jinnie!â
âBig baby," Jungkook mumbles through his teeth.
âBig bitch," you fire back.
Jin clicks his tongue and mutters something under his breath, something about how is it that he has two siblings in their mid-20s who still act like children. And it is pretty interesting, considering you and Jungkook are about to assume control of the fucking mafia. But itâs been years since youâve played around with your brother, and now that heâs about to take over for Jin, who knows if youâll ever be able to do this again. The thought creates a bit of a hole in your heart, like digging a grave for something that isnât gone yet.
Once Jin turns his back, leading the way into the dining room, you and Jungkook exchange various gestures that all silently mean âfuck you.â Jin shoots a knowing glare over his shoulder that makes you both hide your offensive hands behind your backs, forcing yourselves not to laugh.
âAre you two ever going to grow up?â
âNo,â you both answer simultaneously. Jin huffs and looks between you two with a shake of his head.
âSit down and eat before the food that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into gets cold.â
You and Jungkook share an eyeroll at Jinâs drama, digging in so he wonât try some dramatic monologue about cooking.
"So, how are you doing?" Jin asks you a few minutes into the meal. "Fine," you shrug, too focused on the food to give a more complex answer.
"Youâre all settled in at the house?"
âMhmm,â you hum indifferently, feeling your appetite slowly start to slip away. You were hoping you could have a nice, normal night with your brothers, pretending that you arenât dreading going back to the house, to a fiancĂ© you know next to nothing about and all of the work and unpacked boxes you have waiting in your wing of that big ass, bland ass house.
âHow are you two getting along?â Internally sighing, your shoulders deflate.
âHeâs not horrible, I guess. But heâs just⊠I donât know. Boring. And lame. He thinks his tattoos make him look cool.â You glance at Jungkook and gesture to his sleeve.
âWhich is something the two of you have in common.â Jungkookâs lip curls and he points his chopsticks at you and flinches. You blow him a kiss in return that you change to a middle finger.
âHe also acts like heâs never been to the grocery store. And I very seriously doubt he can tie his own shoes. His butler does pretty much everything for him.â Just the word âbutlerâ makes you want to throw up, not to mention the fact that youâre about to marry a guy who needs one.
âBut things are going okay?â Jin asks just as you shove more food in your mouth. Canât a girl just eat?
âWhat is this, twenty questions?â
âIâm just checking in.â
âOkay, but can we not do this right now? Please.â You ignore the way your brothers share a look.
âIf things arenât going well, you need to tell us.â
âThings are going as well as they can for an arranged marriage. We might live on opposite ends of the house, but weâre cordial. Youâre not really expecting me to actually like this whole situation, right?â Jin regards you carefully.
âNo, but you do need to make sure it all works out.â
Suddenly, you've completely lost your appetite. You scowl and drop your silverware, sitting back in your chair with your arms crossed, refusing to look at them both staring at you.
âGod, Jin. I agreed to marry him, didnât I? Picked up my entire fucking life to come back here and help out even though you promised-â You point harshly at Jin who looks at you with a small frown as his fingers rub on the edge of a napkin. You know itâs not his fault but damn, it hurts that he couldnât do anything to stop it.
âThat I would never have to do that. What more do you want? An heir or something?â
They both wince. âNo, of course not.â
âThen lay off my ass about it. Iâm fine, okay? Donât be a helicopter.â âHoney, I just want to make sure heâs treating you right.â
âWhat does it matter? Iâm stuck with him either way. Besides, I can take care of myself.â
âOf course you can. Iâm only-â But you donât want to hear anymore. With a grimace, you pick up your plate of unfinished food, scoot back your chair and stand up to head into the kitchen.
Jin leans forward with a heavy sigh, steepling his fingers, resting his forehead against them and closing his eyes.
"Way to go, hyung," you hear Jungkook mumble as you storm out of the dining room.
Stewing, you put away your leftovers and start to clean up the counters, knowing youâre the one being dramatic now but you canât help it. This is supposed to be your safeplace, here with your brothers, especially since time with all three of you together is running out. Right now, you want to forget about all your responsibilities, all the things you have to step up to that you never imagined doing, and you wish your brothers would just go along with it. But theyâre more realistic than you, it seems.
You hear dishes clink in the dining room, and soon youâre joined by your brothers, all silently working to clean up the kitchen. You pay no mind to their attempts at getting you to lighten up by nudging your shoulders, flicking water in your direction, and taking over the dish scrubbing, and it isnât until Jin shoves a glass of sparkling cider in your hands just as you try to make an escape to the living room do you lose your resolve.
âIâm sorry, kiddo. I didnât mean to upset you,â Jin says as he and Jungkook corral you towards the couch.
You huff, fingers rolling on the stem of the glass, swirling the red content inside, and sit on the plush cushion, your brothers on either side of you.
âIâm not. Just- I canât remember the last time all three of us have been in one place and I didnât want to talk about any outside stuff. I just wanted to pretend that things are how they used to be. Because what if-â A lump forms in your throat.
âWhat if this is actually the last time?â Jin reaches forward and grabs your hand, a serious line knitted through his eyebrows.
âIt wonât be. I promise.â âYouâve always told us to never make promises.â
âWell, I made the rules so I can change them. I am going to come back,â he says, squeezing your hand. âI donât know when and I donât know how, but-â
âYou know somethingâs starting right now? Okay, Ariel,â Jungkook cuts in, grinning when you snort and Jin shoots him a scowl, leaning over to roughly ruffle his hair. You laugh at Jungkookâs dirty look when he thinks Jin just messed up his hair and Jin tries to fix it but ends up making it worse and a small hand-slapping fight ensues. This is what youâll miss. This dynamic, where no matter how hard you all try, you can never be serious.
âDo you think we can go on a trip?â you ask out of the blue, casted by a nostalgic wave longing for memories that make you feel normal.
âY'know, to the cabin? Just for a couple of days.â Jin smiles, but itâs small. Jungkook doesnât look at either of you.
Ever since you can remember, any spare time Jin had, he whisked you and Jungkook away to a cabin somewhere in the mountains, never going to the same spot twice. You waited for the days that Jin would show up at the boarding school, make up some excuse to get you both out and drive up to a cabin where he would let you both run wild. In the woods was where you learned how to ride your bike and climb a tree, legs swinging from a branch with Jin standing underneath you, arms held out like youâd fall any second. You were too busy yelling at Jungkook to stop throwing sticks and leaves at you from a few branches above. A cool summer sunset by a river was where you caught your first fish that Jungkook ended up chasing you around with for a good five minutes. You screamed at the top of your lungs, Jungkook cackled maniacally, and Jin did his best not to laugh, only grabbing the fish out of his brotherâs hands once you began to run around him like a maypole. Later, you got your revenge by shoving the chopped fish head in his face after Jin started cooking. Jungkook cried all throughout dinner and, in your stubbornness, you refused to apologize so Jin made you hold hands for the remainder of the night until one of you caved.
As you got older and Jin got busier, he would allow you to make plans with your friends to go to a cabin in a discreet location, whether that was in the woods or by the beach. You loved your friends, but you always found yourself missing Jin, wishing he was there to cook and make lame dad jokes, play guitar by a fire he started and act out ridiculous stories until you and Jungkook were rolling on the ground with stomachs that ached from laughing so much.
It wasnât until you were much older that you realized those trips to the cabin were the only times the three of you spent together where Jin wasnât constantly looking over his shoulder. Sometimes though, he wouldnât speak for a while, a blank yet morose energy surrounding him that he could only shake himself out of if you and Jungkook poked and prodded him enough. In the woods, he never wore a mask or sunglasses or a variety of hats like he did when he came to pick you up from school. Later down the line, Jungkook had to do that too and thatâs when everything started to change. You could no longer see each other unless the location and meeting times were planned in advance, and there were always some men in suits, sunglasses, and dark coats with wires hanging out of their ears accompanying you.
A year after Jungkook graduated from secondary school was when things fell apart. Jin made you promise to never speak about either of them to anyone, and helped you come up with a pseudonym. By the time he shipped you off to study abroad once you started university, you never used your real name and neither did they. From then on, you only spoke to your brothers on the phone, one that you had to pick up at a convenience store and dispose of once you were done. The calls were typically short - Jin asking if you were doing well in school, if you ate enough, had enough money. You rarely spoke with Jungkook, as he spent a lot of time going in and out of rehab, and when he wasnât doing that, he was learning the family business with Jin. You missed him, your partner in crime, and you wished you could take him with you, keep him away from your father so maybe he could have a chance at healing, but that wasnât in the cards. Jin explained time and time again, that this was how things had to be. He may have raised both of you, been the reason you were alive and thriving, but he had no control over the circumstances at home. You couldnât go back, he wouldnât let you, and for a while, you thought youâd never see your brothers again.
(There was a time when you did go back, but they never knew about it. When you were feeling homesick, you took a ferry to Jeju to visit the beach where you spent a few summers with your brother and your friends. You spent a few days reminiscing about old times, old friends. It was nice to get away, to feel something familiar for a moment, hang on to memories that you would give anything to relive. But you donât like to think about that trip anymore. And sometimes you wish youâd never gone back.)
Now you just want to go to the cabin to cling onto the past, of how things used to be, because you know nothing will ever again be the same.
"We can't, Angel. I'm sorry. I have to leave in a few days." And just like that, the wave crashes onto the shores of despair.
âWhat? You said you had until next month.â Your brothers share another look, another tell that theyâve been keeping you out of the loop of something.
âI do, but I think itâs best to leave earlier so it wonât be glaringly obvious that I got tipped on my arrest warrant.â
âYeah, probably,â you agree dejectedly. âIt was just hard not being home all this time, so I wanted us to hang out. I guess I like you guys or something. Weird, right?â âTotally. âCause we hate you,â Jungkook teases. You scoff and grab a pillow to whack him with over Jinâs head. Jin laughs and lets you get in a few hits before tugging the throw out of your hand, whacking the side of your head, and tossing it on the other end of the couch out of reach.
Silence sits between you for a few moments until Jungkook stands, tugs you up on your feet, and shoves his phone into your hands.
He tries to teach you dance moves from Tik Tok trends, laughing a little too hard when you mess up, and Jin ultimately has to break up a small wrestling match. After you finish filming one video that will forever sit in drafts, Jin gets out the game console and wipes the floor with you and Jungkook on Super Mario. He brags loudly, enticing you both to tackle him, but despite your conjoined efforts, he somehow gets you and Jungkook into simultaneous headlocks, not letting go until you profess that heâs the unmatched master of Mario.
Jungkook then puts on his favorite movie, to which you and Jin stifle groans as youâre made to watch Iron Man for what has to be the millionth time. Jungkook just claps giddily when the Avengers theme song blares through the speakers and neither of you can deny this small happiness. Itâs good to see him smile. But throughout the movie, you shoot him small glances out of your periphery when you notice him biting his nails and you know heâs zoned out, and that itâs not a good place where his mind wandered off to. You gently grab his hand and push it down, and he goes to cross his arms like heâs ashamed, but you keep hold of his hand, folding them together and resting them between you. Giving your hand a squeeze, he offers you a tiny smile and goes back to fully engage with the movie.
When the credits roll, you tease Jin for immediately yawning and stretching as he announces heâs turning in. You ask Jungkook if heâs up for a game of Overwatch that he starts up without a word and passes you a console.
After a few minutes of playing, Jin emerges from the kitchen with a couple bowls of snacks and bottles of your favorite drinks that he sets down in front of you on the carpet. You both thank him in unison without taking your attention off the game and he huffs an endeared laugh.
âDonât stay up too late,â Jin murmurs from behind you both, ruffling your hair. âCrazy kids.â
âNight, grandpa,â you smirk, laughing when Jin pushes your head.
He goes upstairs and leaves you to play the game. But every now and then, you glance over to Jungkook, wanting to check in on him. Itâs been a minute since you've had a one-on-one.
âYou look like youâre doing good.â
âIâm trying,â he mumbles a bit stiffly, eyes unmoving from the screen, and you take in his tense expression.
âThatâs all that matters, bro.â You lightly punch his bicep, and he playfully tips sideways. âYou know you can talk to me anytime.â
âYeah.â It doesnât seem like he wants to, at least not about certain things, but you need him to know that of all the things that are changing, the fact that youâre his kid sister who he can lean on will stay the same.
âI wish I had been home more often,â you say tentatively. âI know Jin couldnât always be around.â
He shrugs, nose scrunching. âSâalright, I wasnât alone. D was there.â
Youâve heard about D. How he had Jungkookâs back in a jail fight a few years ago when Jungkook had a habit of lashing out and starting fights to prove he was tough. Which he was but that didnât matter if he was outnumbered. When he was booked for a DUI (riding on his motorcycle half-drunk like a dummy) and forced to go through withdrawal, it increased his violent tendencies. After accusing a burly man twice his size for looking at him the wrong way, he found himself getting beat up on by three grown felons in the middle of the yard. He wouldâve ended up with a cracked skull if it wasnât for D. And from then on, he became your brotherâs guardian angel of sorts and eventually began working for them.
âYouâll meet him tomorrow at dinner.â You hum, mildly disinterested.
Joy. Spending an evening with your brothersâ capos and guards is just how you wanted to enjoy your last weekend with the both of them. Not.
âAnd, um, we workout at the boxing club every Friday. Maybe you could join us.â
You look over at him incredulously. There was a time when your brother acted like you tagging along with his friends was a punishment worse than hell.
âYou mean you want me to box with you?â He shrugs.
âGotta make sure you can still fight.â
You roll your eyes. Of course you can still fight. Youâve just been able to get out of precarious situations before you had the need to throw hands. For the most part. Thatâs the difference between you and your brother - he goes looking for trouble while you do your best to avoid it. But neither of you will be backed into a corner and made to stay there. You wonât go down easy.
âSo you down?â
âI wonât be getting in the way of boy time with D?â Smiling, he shakes his head.
âNah. But you could stand to learn a thing or two from him; heâs a damn good fighter.â
âBetter than you?â
âNo oneâs better than me,â he smirks.
âI guess Iâll have to see for myself.â He chuckles and fakes a slow punch on the side of your head.
âYou still have that knife I gave you a few years ago?â You think for a moment. Right before you went abroad for college, Jungkook gave you the blade he carried with him everywhere, one that was sheathed in your favorite color and had a strap attached to it. You cherish it, but youâve never had to use it. But you figure thatâs about to change.
âOh, yeah, itâs somewhere. I didnât have a lot of time to really organize when I was packing. Why?â
âYou should keep it on you from now on. Just in case.âÂ
âYou mean youâre not gonna be around to protect me, big brother?â you tease. He shoots you a little smile but when his eyes focus back on the screen, you notice him squint and nibble on his bottom lip for a second. You canât help the feeling that heâs keeping something to himself.
âNot always.âÂ
You frown. There was a small comfort in thinking that you could rely on him when for years youâve been apart, but now as new circumstances arise, you donât know if youâll be able to see each other as much as you want to. Definitely not enough to make up for lost time.
Just as youâre about to tell him not to worry because youâre a big girl, more of an assurance to yourself, he clears his throat to change the subject again.
âD is really cool, I think youâll like him.â You offer a mostly sincere smile, thinking to yourself that it sounds as if your brother is trying to sell you on Dâs character. You donât think youâll care much for it, since heâs Jungkookâs security and all and you wonât be interacting with him much. But youâll try if it means something to your brother.
âIf heâs anything like you, then I doubt it.â His head snaps in your direction and in a fraction of a second, his arm hooks around your neck and pulls you into him, forcing your face into his shoulder so you canât see a thing.
You fight your way out of his headlock, exclaiming when you notice that heâs beating your ass on the game, and lean on your elbow to press your foot on his cheek in an attempt to distract him, but he only laughs. You complain and cuss him out as he starts winning and reach over to wrestle the controller out of his hands. As you tussle loudly, Jinâs upstairs bedroom door opens and he calls down the hall,
âKeep it down! I need my beauty sleep!â
âYou sure do!â Jungkook shouts back, sending you both in a fit of giggles when you hear his door slam shut loudly in response. You come to a truce, if only to save yourselves from facing a grumpy Jin in the morning.
You play and talk into the wee hours of the sunrise, until you slump next to each other and pass out, bellies full and faces covered with evidence of Jinâs snacks that you demolished.
The sky is a gray-blue hue when youâre stirred by your brother talking in his sleep and his incoherent mumbling makes you coo. But just as you go to cover him up with a blanket, he yells out nonsensically, leg kicking over a near empty bottle and sending the rest of the contents into the carpet. His arm shoots up into the air and panic begins to set in when he thrashes around on the floor. After getting the dishes and consoles out of the way, you run up the stairs to Jinâs room, barging in without knocking so you can quickly wake him up. Shaking his shoulder, you stutter out his name and he groans upon being disturbed.
âGod, what-â âHeâs having a night terror.â Without a second missed, Jin flings himself out of bed and races out of his room and down the stairs, with you following close behind.
Once back in the living room, Jin rushes to Jungkookâs side, whoâs now flailing his limbs and shouting but still fast asleep. You watch as your oldest brother gets on his knees, not hesitating to grab Jungkookâs arms, pin them to his abdomen so he can pull him up and against his chest, all while calling his name to try and wake him. Jungkookâs eyes fly open with a gasp and his body reacts violently against Jinâs who almost ends up with an elbow in the chin. But Jin is an expert at handling Jungkookâs episodes, and he knows just what to do to keep them both safe while he gets him to calm down.
âShh, bunny,â Jin hushes as Jungkookâs body fights him, rubbing his chest and shoulders to soothe. âItâs okay. Iâm here, your sisterâs here, youâre alright.â
There are visible tears streaming down your brotherâs face and you have to sit on the step and cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from crying. It hurts so fucking bad to see him this way. Itâs been years since the last time youâve witnessed this, but you know heâs had many in between that Jin has been around for.
âHoney,â Jin calls to you softly above Jungkookâs sobs. âGo up to my bathroom and get out the lock box thatâs under the sink. His medicineâs in there. Grab my wallet too, on the dresser.â
With a solemn nod, you stand and turn around as Jungkook slings an arm over Jinâs shoulder to hide in his neck, and your foot freezes mid-step when you hear him loudly wail again and Jin hushes him, rubs his back, and you hurry up the stairs again to grab what you hope will let Jungkook get some rest, some escape, some peace. You come back down with the lockbox and wallet to find Jin sitting on the couch, Jungkook curled up under a blanket with his head in Jinâs lap, chest heaving as he lays on his side. You approach them slowly, and Jin quietly instructs you to get out a small key from his wallet to open the lockbox, which carries Jungkookâs medicine that helps with his anxiety and parasomnia. You head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water while Jin encourages Jungkook to sit up and by the time you return, he seems to be breathing a little easier. After he drinks down a pill, he lays back down and you hope heâll be able to sleep without another disruption.
You and Jin watch him for a few moments, and when it finally seems that heâs settled, you share a collective sigh of relief. But still, youâre worried. It scares you to see him that way.
âWhen was the last time this happened?â Jin looks so tired as he tries not to frown.
âMore frequently now that youâre back home. Usually he does better when youâre around but. He feels bad that youâre doing this. He thinks if it werenât for him and everything that happened, you couldâve stayed abroad and made a life for yourself.â
Itâs true. You would never say it to their faces, but it is the truth.
âBut⊠then I would never see you guys again.â Your throat tightens.Â
âAnd now that youâre leaving,â you sniff, tears threatening to prick your waterline. âI donât want him to be alone.â
In the dim light, Jin beckons you over, soft affection in his eyes, and you squeeze in between him and the end of the couch. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head.
âYouâre a good kid, honey. Even though I never wanted this for you, for either of you, I feel better knowing that youâre going to look out for each other.â
âMe too, Jinnie.â
He pats your arm and you sit quietly for a few minutes with your head on his shoulder, starting to feel sleepy again, safe and assured by Jinâs embrace. Jungkook is snoring now, the meds mustâve kicked in. He wonât talk about this in the morning, and neither of you will ask him to.
"And, about Jay,â your eyes blink open at his gentle tone. âI was thinking maybe what we can do is send him out on business trips so he's not around as much.â
You smile, arm curling around his thick bicep. âThanks, Jinnie.â
âJust play nice, okay? Itâll all work out.â
You nod, too tired to let that potential burden add to your stress. Pretending to be completely fine with the engagement is the least of your worries right now.
The venue that Jin chose to host the small get-together of you and his men sits on the private top floor of one of the many skyscrapers he owns that youâve had dreams of designing. Yeong walks at a comfortable distance behind you, quiet but gentlemanly. Stoic, which seems to be a uniform demeanor among your brothersâ men, one Jin expects you to replicate. You know thatâs really your fatherâs expectation, but heâs gone. You would find it difficult to respect him anyway.
Striding into the dining hall, you pay no mind to all of his henchmen in the room, only giving focus to the one who stands out among them all, and not just because of his looming height and broad shoulders. Nor are you intimidated by the commandeering authority that follows him wherever he goes.
âJin!â you call, making all heads turn to you but you act as if no one but your brother is here. He twists to face you with that shining smile of his that you know is reserved for a select few.
When you walk over to the table, air hazy with cigar smoke, liquor, and low conversation, you keep your expression polite despite the heat that spreads through you when all eyes fall on you. Yeong is close behind and reaches out for a chair once you approach the head of the table, greeting your brother who stands up from his proverbial throne to welcome you.
âHey, sis. You look nice,â he says warmly, leaning in to welcome you into your seat and you smile, thanking Yeong who pushes in your chair once you sit. Just as you do, Jin leans in to whisper in your ear,
âYouâve got to get used to not using real names here, Angel.â Pulling away, you cringe and mouth your apology that he dismisses with a singular nod.
âUh, whereâs bro? He always gives me shit for being late.â Jin smiles as he sits back down.
âHeâs on his way. He was at the gym with D.â
You nod and take a look around the room, noticing that youâre the only woman. Since your brother is here, youâre not worried, but it does feel suffocating. Is this how itâs always going to be from now on?
âHow you doinâ, Angel,â a deep voice says on your right, and your demeanor brightens when you glance over to see Namjoon pulling out the chair next to you.
âOh, hey, Moon! Arenât you sick of me by now?â You tease as he sits down, heart blipping at the beautiful smile on his face. Youâve been working with him these past couple of months, Namjoon preparing and training you for your role at the casino. Extremely intelligent and well-versed, heâs not your brotherâs right-hand man for no reason. He knows all of the Crowâs business dealings like the back of his hand, and you feel confident having someone like him to guide you. That paired with his easy-going and wholesome persona, and the fact that you could chat with him about books and music for hours, you canât deny your itty bitty crush on him. If only you werenât engaged and he didnât have a girlfriend. At least one of you is in a happy relationship.
âOf you? Never.â You ignore the mild warmth in your cheeks and playfully nudge him with your elbow. Damn him and his natural charisma.
âSo, are you ready for next week?â Ugh. You donât like the anchor of dread that sinks in your gut at the thought of finally becoming an official member of the family business.
âNo,â you mumble because thereâs no reason to lie to Namjoon.
âOh, come on. Yes, you are.â Your palms start to sweat and you put the menu down so as to not ruin it.
âI donât think Iâll ever be ready,â you say quietly, stealing a glance at Jin to make sure heâs not listening, glad heâs too busy accepting a top-off on his drink.
âYou have a mentor as amazing and smart as me, youâre more than ready.â You roll your eyes at his cheeky grin.
âYouâve been hanging around Jin too much,â you mutter and he laughs.
âWell, just know that no matter what, Iâll be right there with you so you donât have to worry.â That fact makes you breathe a little easier, but thereâs still a layer of anxiety underneath your skin. Just then, a slender, unfamiliar man walks in and heads straight for Jin who does a double take, immediately holding out a welcoming handshake that lingers a little too long once the man accepts.
âWhoâs that?â
âJung,â Namjoon answers with a single glance. You hold up your menu to hide your face as you whisper,
âAgent Jung?â He nods and turns his cheek to utter another reminder.
âJust be careful where you say that.â
Right. You never know who could be listening, so itâs probably not a good idea to mention the manâs real identity in all this. The CIA agent posing as an informant, but really heâs in cahoots with your brothers, covering up their dirty tracks with the occasional bribe of public officials.
âHe goes by Hope, but close friends call him Hobi. You could probably get away with calling him that.â
âWhatâs he doing here?â You canât help but watch closely the way your brother engages with Hope. His body language is rigid and fidgety, like heâs nervous, but his eyes are soft and wide. Small indications that thereâs definitely something going on between the two of them and youâre excited to gossip about it with Jungkook. Because you know all too well how good Jin is at lying.
âWell, your brother wanted you both to be acquainted because the feds might take an interest in you once you take over the casino. Heâll come back to work undercover again if that happens.â
You still as realization takes over, muscles in your face hardening as your heart does a somersault.
âIs that the big secret?â
âWhat?â
âTheyâve been keeping something from me.â
âUm, Iâm- I donât know,â he says in an uneven cadence, and, looking over at him, you notice a slight purse of his lips and realize heâs a terrible liar.
You just got here, but you already need a breather. The cigar smoke isnât helping either, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom to get some fresh air.
As you rise, Yeong habitually appears next to you, but you place a soft hand on his shoulder, shaking your head to tell him itâs not necessary to escort you out. You internally scream when he looks over at your brother, as if needing his permission to let you go without accompaniment. Jin waves two fingers with a nod, silently dismissing Yeongâs duty and you try not to let that small interaction visibly bother you as you turn away from the table.
The bathroom is empty, thank god, but now you just feel isolated. Especially when you pull out your phone, eager to call up one of your friends and vent, but even if they might pick up despite being on another part of the hemisphere, thereâs no way you could tell them anything.
You blink and a face you havenât seen in a long time spawns in the forefront of your mind, heart sinking when you know he would be the one to call at a time like this but you havenât spoken to him in years. Not since he had a falling out with your brother and left town shortly after without a word, cutting you deep because you thought you were more important to him than that. Even though it hurt, you understood why he left the way he did. You just sometimes wish he couldâve taken you with him.
With no one to call and nowhere else to go, you finish up in the bathroom with a deep breath and a practiced smile in the mirror, rolling your eyes at yourself and heading for the door with a huff at how fake you look.Â
When you emerge, your attention is buried in your phone, and you end up bumping into someone in the hallway.
âOh, sorry,â you blurt, feeling two hands hover on your shoulders when you stumble back from being caught off guard. You donât look up right away, gauging from the black fitted suit and long trench coat that this is one of your brotherâs men.Â
âNo, my fault,â he says and the gravelly timbre in his voice tickles a part of your brain. Normally youâre good at reading people, sometimes from just their aura, but thereâs something about him that you canât quite place. So you keep your head down.
âExcuse me, maâam.â
Maâam? Yeah, he definitely works for your brothers. Everyone who knows who they are, calls them âbossâ or âsirâ and as their sister, you deserve the same title and respect that comes with it. Another thing youâll have to get used to. But it still fills you with an odd feeling that you donât really like, and you excuse yourself, not waiting for him to step out of the way so you can head back to the dining room. As you pass him, you catch the earthy musk of his cologne mixed with underlying traces of mint and something woody and it makes you involuntarily look over your shoulder to see what kind of man wears such a scent, only to find that heâs not there. He disappeared just as quietly as heâd approached.
Back in the room, you smile upon seeing Jungkook sitting to the right of your brother, and you canât help but go up behind him, playfully smack the back of his head with your clutch, and sit beside him like nothing happened.
âYou took my seat,â you say, feeling his glare on you.
âChildren,â Jin grits through a smile just as Jungkook opens his mouth to argue. âLetâs not do this in front of company.â
Jungkook huffs in annoyance and opts to pinch your leg under the table, and you hold back a squeal, not daring to retaliate when Jin glares at the two of you over the brim of his glass.
As you turn your attention to the menu, you notice in your periphery Jungkook looking over his left shoulder, lifting his hand to someone behind him. When you look back as well, your heart palpitates at the sight of a tall, lithe man with black hair that reaches his neck, slicked behind his ears, and eyes hidden by tinted shades striding towards the table.
âHey, D,â Jin says to the man as he steps up next to him. âGood to see you.â
So, this is the infamous D.
âBoss,â he acknowledges, and turns to Jungkook to tap his bicep with the back of his hand. âSorry I brought him late.â
âNo worries, youâre just in time to order. Take a seat.â D nods and you watch him slightly lift his chin over Jungkookâs head, no doubt taking a glance at you that lasts a mere second before moving to walk behind your brother and consequently you. Time seems to freeze as he starts to pass you, and although you canât see his eyes, you feel them lock on you, and your heart does gymnastics before stopping completely.
No way. No fucking way. The man who stands above you canât be the same man who you shared a night with, years ago. A night that creeps back into your memory after you think youâve forgotten. And a face that haunts your dreams and makes you miss something you never really had. At least, not long enough to count for something.
As he passes, you catch the smell of the cologne that matches exactly to the scent of the man you bumped into in the hallway. Nausea creeps up from the pit of your stomach and you quickly look away, but to your absolute horror, your brother stops him in his tracks right beside you.
âOh, D. Meet our sister, Angel.â On your right, he swivels on his heel and your breath catches in your throat when he tips towards you in a respectful bow.
âGood to meet you.â He holds out his hand to offer a kind greeting, but it only makes you sick. You swallow thickly, wanting nothing more than to ignore his offering, but you know you canât purposely be rude, especially not in front of Jin. You have to be polite to him, no matter how much it might kill you, because you canât let your brothers catch onto something that shouldnât be there. And after years of playing poker, youâve learned how to perfect hiding how you really feel. For the most part.
So, swallowing your rage, you muster the courage to turn in your seat to face him, plastering on the fakest smile you can manage and reach out to roughly grab his hand, breath catching in your lungs at the lightning you feel at his warm, soft but slightly calloused touch because you remember them so, so well.
Sometimes in your loneliest, darkest moments, you close your eyes and conjure up the memories of the way those hands once ran over every inch of your body, just like those lips, those eyes, and other parts of him that graced you and lit up your skin, sunk into your bones in a way that made you ache. And that ache lasted, in your heart, in your gut, in between your legs ever since that morning when you woke up expecting to see him next to you, only to find cold and empty sheets. Like he was never there. And you found yourself wishing you could rip out the ghost of his touch from beneath your skin, but it was practically etched into your soul, like it was meant to be there forever.
âPleasure,â you say through a sickly-sweet smile, wishing you could see beyond his shades for any sign that he knows who you are, or if heâs just forgotten you. It has been three years after all. You catch a light, but noticeable scar slashed vertically on his right eye, partially hidden by his dark glasses. Your heart pangs when you donât remember that being there the last time you saw him, but he hurt you, intensely, and now heâs acting like he doesnât know you so fuck him. The sight of that scar compels you to look down at his hand clasped in yours and, in a flash, turn it sideways so you can see the diagonal scar that starts at his knuckles and ends by his wrist, which you do remember. You let go of his hand as if it scalded you and turn your attention back to the table, your mind and pulse racing at this feeling of yet another situation being out of your control. You want to tell your brothers right now about everything, get him off your back and out of your life, but knowing what consequences he would face stops you. Heâs lucky Jungkook considers him a friend. Because otherwise, youâd have him thrown into the bottom of the Han river.
Jin calls for rounds of wine and whiskey as the group of men engage in small talk, and you appreciate your brothers who include you as much as possible. You hear conversations of Jin asking Namjoon how itâs going with your onboarding for the casino, and you do your best to contribute, but itâs hard to do it through the static going on in your head that you canât quell, brought on by the man sitting across the table a few seats down, next to Hope whoâs chatting his ear off. He has not looked your way once despite your many stolen and partially involuntary glances, only adding fire to the flame.
Two hours pass for everyone to finish off their meal, drinks, and conversation about work and other things that you tune out. Eventually, Jin starts to hint that heâs ready for the dinner to come to an end, and you sit quietly as he thanks his friends for coming. They all bid their goodbyes and most offer handshakes and arm taps as they wish him well. When they turn to go, Jinâs eyes linger on their backs until the next friend comes up.
As you wait for your brother to end the night for you as well, all whoâs left is D, Namjoon and Hope, and they move closer to the head of the table once the rest of the room files out. A pit settles in your gut when D sits directly across from you. Those goddamn shades. You canât even tell if heâs looking at you.
âThank you all for staying after,â Jin says after he returns to his chair, knocking back the last of his drink. He gestures to the table. But you speak before he can continue, pretending to check your manicure when Jin looks over, so he doesn't catch the way you were just staring down the man across from you.
âIsnât it rude to wear sunglasses inside?â You ask your brother. âI thought you were all about respect.â
Jungkook nudges you and whispers behind his hand, âWhy are you being a dick?â
You donât respond, acting as if you didnât hear him. Because you canât answer that. Jin sighs and thereâs a subtle squint of his eyes at you before he gestures to the man beside him.
âD, if you wouldnât mind.â
D says nothing (you want to scream thatâs not his real name but youâre not sure if your brothers even know that) and raises his hands to remove the sunglasses, expression remaining blank. Once theyâre folded and slipped into the inside pocket of his blazer, he finally lifts his bare gaze to you, scar on full display, and your heart slams in your chest. Because those eyes that seem to look right through you, are far too cold and vacant, void of everything that made you once believe you had a shot at something real.
âSo, since youâre starting at the casino next week, I want to discuss security. Iâm assigning you new detail.â You look at him with a puzzled expression.Â
âWhat's wrong with the team there?â
âI'm talking about your personal guard." Your eyebrows furrow. So this is what your brothers have actually been hiding from you.
âIsnât that Yeongâs job?â
âHe doesnât have enough experience to handle your protection around the clock.â âAround the clock? Youâre joking.â
âIâm not."
You huff and cross your arms. âAnd if I donât agree?â
âThatâs not an option.â
âFine. Who did you hire to basically stalk me?â
âD will take on as your guard and driver.â
Ha. Haha. This isnât real. What kind of joke is the universe playing on you? And why are you the punchline?
You turn to Jungkook. âIsnât he your security?â
âYes,â Jin answers. âBut since youâre going to be dealing with the public and crews and potential feds at the casino, D has the knowledge and experience to help with everything, so heâs being reassigned to you.â
How can it be this fucking coincidental for the man who dug a crack into your soul, filled it with light, and crushed it when he left with no warning become the new head of your security? Complete and utter bullshit.
"Angel,â Jin mutters, urging you to say something.
âFuck this,â you spit, eyes darting to the man you speak of to see if your words affect him but when he doesnât give anything away it only makes you angrier.
âIâm not doing it.â You stand up to head for the door, but your brother's loud, bellowing voice puts a halt to your escape.
âYes, you are. This is not a game; you donât have a choice.â
Your head spins. This is too much too fast. All of your control and independence is being ripped out right from under you, and you already feel weighed down by it. Seething, you glance between him and his men, and you donât want it to look like youâre throwing a temper tantrum. You wonder if this is why your brothers chose to tell you here, in front of everyone, testing you to see if youâll control yourself.
âI already canât drive myself anymore, and your guards have to be up my ass when I come here. Yeong has to check in with you to make sure Iâm allowed to go to the fucking bathroom alone, your dirty cop is gonna pretty much spy on me at work, and now you want this goon to follow me around everywhere?â
âLook, I know you donât like this, but-â âNo, I donât.â
âBut,â he continues sternly, glare on you growing harsher. âI donât think you realize the calamity of the situation youâre about to be in and I have to take all the necessary precautions to ensure your safety.â âMeaning I have to be fucking babysat?â you spit with vitriol, and Jungkook puts a hand on your elbow in an attempt to pull you down a notch now that Jinâs expression is contorting into one that shows he will not entertain this conversation for much longer as your brother. Being the boss in front of you has never been something he wanted you to see, but right now youâre pushing the limits. You donât care so you rip your arm out of Jungkookâs grip who resigns with a sigh while you keep your fiery stare on your oldest brother where thereâs a likeness in his own.
âDonât speak to me that way, Angel.â
âDonât treat me like Iâm a little kid, Jinnie,â you sneer, using his nickname un-endearingly.Â
âI told you about not using real names,â he booms, fist falling on the table. You donât flinch.
âYouâre one of us now, you need to start acting like it. And youâre going to start by listening to what I say and showing some respect. Otherwise, weâll have to have an entirely different conversation, and I really donât want us to go there.â
Youâre not sure what he means by that, but youâd be stupid to fuck around and find out.
âAs a woman in this business, you are much more vulnerable and at risk and itâs my job to protect you. Thatâs just reality. So you need to have security in place, especially by tomorrow. Am I being clear?â
You grind your teeth. âYes.â
âThank you.â
âCan I go home now?â
âIâm about to go over the plans for tomorrow. Sit down.â
âPlease, I want to go home; I have a lot of things to do. You know I havenât even unpacked everything yet? Iâm practically sleeping in that office.â
You do your best to keep out any expletives, even though you have many to fire off, so you donât show more disrespect, but your mild lack of control has you muttering under your breath, âNo thanks to you.â
Beside you, Jungkook presses his hands together in front of his face like a prayer while Jin shakes his head, eyes closing, and rubs a hand over his forehead like youâre giving him a migraine.
âIâll get you some help, Iâll get whatever you need. But right now, I need you to stay so we can talk everything out because shit is about to get real. Please sit down.â
You do so with extreme reluctance, the concoction of conflicted emotions swirling in your chest making it increasingly difficult to pay attention to any of what he says. As parts of your mind and body drift in and out of your subconscious, youâre startled out of a staring contest with the edge of the table by Jungkook nudging your shoulder. Relaxing your jaw that was painfully clenched, you lift your head to notice that all eyes are on you, minus one particular pair.
âSorry, what?â
Jin sighs and gestures to the other side of the table. âHope was asking if youâd be willing to meet with him in a couple of weeks to check if you have any problems to report.â
âSure, whatever. I mean, I donât have a choice either way, right?â you mutter, throwing your brother's words back in his face. You feel Jinâs eyes burning a hole in the side of your face and you know youâll get an earful from him later.
You glance over to see Hope looking at you with a half-smile and thereâs a bit of guilt at how you just came across. You really want to disappear.
âIs that all? May I be excused now?â you ask Jin tersely. He rubs a hand over his mouth like heâs preventing himself from further calling you out. Keeping his stare locked with yours, he raises a dismissive hand.
âD, can you escort her down to the garage? Mr. Han will drive her home.â You close your eyes in relief. âAnd exchange information on the way; youâll be picking her up tomorrow evening.â
âYes, boss.â
You turn around before he stands up, making a beeline for the door because youâre boiling up like a tea kettle. The room seems to be chasing you, closing in on you, like a hand around your throat that you canât fight off. By the hairs raised on the back of your neck, you can tell heâs coming up behind you so you pick up the pace, jamming your finger into the down button on the elevator. You silently thank it when it only takes a few seconds to arrive, the one thing on your side tonight, so that you can step in before he reaches you. You rapidly press the close button, your eyes narrowed in the harshest glare at his face as he sticks out his hand but heâs too late, the doors rumble shut, sealing him out.
Alone in the elevator, thereâs so much going through your mind that it hurts to think. So many emotions and feelings are swirling in your chest that you have no idea where to start to pick apart and process. All you know is that you want to get as far away from him as possible. How the tables have turned.
Itâs freezing down in the garage, and Mr. Han has yet to arrive, much to your chagrin. The bubbling beneath the surface of your skin grows to a rage when you hear leather shoes pad onto the concrete.
âAngel-â
Oh, hell no! He doesnât get to be casual. He doesnât get to say your name. Itâs not your real one, but it was real to him.
You twist around. âDonât be informal."
Expression unchanged, he apologizes and corrects himself then steps forward with a hand held out, carrying your coat that you forgot upstairs.
You give it a side glance and snatch it away, tucking it under your crossed arms, because you prefer to be stubborn and cold. You refuse to face him, even when he clears his throat and takes another step towards you.
âLet me give you my number,â he says, reaching into his inside pocket to pull out his phone. An indignant laugh bubbles in your throat, too painful to let out.
Now⊠Now you get his number?? This is the universe laughing at you right in your face. You say nothing, not even acknowledging what he said, as if you didnât hear him at all.
You just stare at the curb, desperately waiting for Mr. Han to pull up and take you away. In this moment, heâs your only friend in the world.
Seconds go by, and the man beside you reaches back into his jacket, trading his phone for⊠a pen? He then plucks out the white handkerchief folded neatly in his chest pocket, spreads it on his palm, and flicks the pen over it before passing it to you.
You stare at the handkerchief, at the numbers messily stained on the fabric, and crumple it in your hand, balling it into a tight fist.
Acting on autopilot with a question thatâs been spinning around your mind since you shook his hand at dinner, you whip around to face him, faltering slightly when heâs closer than you realized.Â
âDid you know?â you snap. âThis whole time. Did you know about me?â
His face remains emotionless and even though heâs not wearing his shades, you can't see any kind of reaction in his eyes.
His adamâs apple bobs. âIâm not sure I know what you mean.â
Oh. So he wants to play games. And heâs a fucking coward.
"Then letâs get one thing clear,â you grit, holding up your pointer finger. âIf you think I'm gonna be nice to you, think again. And since you couldnât give a shit about me, don't pretend to be nice to me either."
You get right in his face, but he doesnât react or move away, and you wonder what it would take for him to stand down.
âCross me in any way, Iâll tell my brothers who you really are.â
You stare, unblinkingly, in his eyes, searching, waiting for any sign that heâs the least bit intimidated by your threat. But thereâs nothing. Just blank, soulless eyes. And to think they once set your heart on fire. Now theyâve turned it to ash.
How you ever fell for them, youâll never know.
Clearly, youâre a fool.
âWeâll see how long you last, Min Yoongi.â
When you get home, you decline all calls from your brothers and march into your room, not bothering to change, and dig through all of your unpacked boxes searching for an old plastic bag containing a hoodie and a chain that youâve been carrying around with you for years but you donât know why. You find Jungkookâs knife, but not the bag and now youâre left with the aftermath of a tornado on your bedroom floor. You spend all night putting everything in its place until the sun rises and your mind is numb, anything to ignore the swarm of angry wasps buzzing in your head because the man youâve been trying so long to forget just somehow stuck himself in your life, like a knife in your chest.
For the rest of the day, you throw yourself back into the plethora of files youâve poured over with Namjoon for what seems like hundreds of times. You go through all the budgets, contracts, blueprints, and black books until time bleeds into the late afternoon. But you canât rest, for those harsh, dark eyes will come back to haunt you in your dreams. Youâll have flashbacks of that night, of him and it will only cause your chest to collapse into a black hole and swallow every last drop of color in your soul.
Jay saunters into the foyer, wolf-whistling upon seeing you and an unsettling feeling takes over when he walks up to you.
âWell, arenât you just a dream come true?â he muses, shamelessly checking you out and you shoot him a fake smile.
âThank you,â you say politely, borderline sarcastic, and focus your attention on your reflection in the mirror as you fix your hair and earrings, putting your best poker face on now that your fiancĂ© is standing a few feet away.
âYouâre having dinner with your brothers again?â âNo, weâre meeting with the commission tonight.â
âAh. Scary,â he says, a teasing smile on his face. You have a feeling that he actually thinks that, hence why he hasnât offered up an opportunity to show you off, even though the commission consists entirely of men.
âWill you be alright?â
You donât know how many times youâve internally rolled your eyes since youâve met him. Do you have âIâm helplessâ tattooed on your forehead or something?
âYep. I shouldnât be out too late.â
âThen I wonât wait up for you.â His tone is light like heâs still making jokes but you are in no joking mood so you bite your tongue. You werenât expecting him to, nor would you want him to do that. Your phone pings and a rush of heat floods you when you know who it is, announcing his arrival.
âOkay. I think my rideâs here, so Iâm gonna head out.â
âLet me walk you.â You want to argue that itâs not necessary, the less time spent interacting with him, the better.
Play nice, Angel, Jin's voice rings in your head. Play nice.
So, you let him accompany you down the hall, help you on with your coat, and open the door for you that you politely thank him for.
In the driveway, a waxed black palisade with tinted windows is parked parallel to the main entrance, exhaust running, and your nostrils flare when you see Min Yoongi - oh, excuse you, D - standing next to the passenger's side, waiting for you with his hands clasped.
âWhoâs that?â
âThe security my brothers hired,â you say nonchalantly, even though thereâs a burning rage in your chest.
âHuh. I thought you had an older driver.â
âYeah, but he doesnât have any security experience, so.â You notice that your fiancĂ© seems to be somehow bothered by that information, but you donât press it because you really donât fucking care.
âWell, have a good-â But he interrupts you, tearing his attention away from the car youâre dreading having to ride in.
âSo, my dad wants us to have dinner with them. Maybe you can make some time next weekend? Heâll want to know how things are going at the casino.â
Oh, god. That is the last thing you want to do. Jayâs parents are extremely conservative and traditional, and you canât imagine what theyâll have to say to you now that youâre living with their son. But again, you have to play nice.
âSure, Iâll let you know my schedule.â
âSounds good,â he nods and just as you start to turn, he grabs your hand, the one with the oversized diamond sitting on your ring finger, his head quickly moving from the driveway to lean in and kiss right on the jewel and it makes you feel a bit icky.
âIâll see you later,â he says from your knuckles with a noticeable grin. You plaster on a tight smile and subtly retract your hand.
âHave a good night.â He nods and lets you go, watching as you make your way down the marble stairs, thinking to yourself this would be the time you might appreciate his help, considering youâre in heels and itâs freezing outside. But you donât really want him to touch you again so you rely on the railing.
âTake care of my fiancĂ©e for me!â Jay calls out as you make it off the porch. Your eyes roll back so far in your head you have to close them and walk blindly for a few seconds. As you approach the car, you keep your head down, refusing to see how D responds to that. Although you donât think he would, since heâs given you no indication that he even has emotions anymore as of yet.
From one man that pisses you off to the next. To say you're fuming would be an understatement.
Wearing a sleek black suit, a long winter coat to match, and, since itâs still light out, those dark sunglasses, he bows to you in greeting before opening the door, gesturing for you to get in.
"Good evening," he says as you approach, and you donât reply, don't even look at him. You hate him, you really do, so why is it that his dark, quiet yet thunderous voice makes your heart skip a beat?
You feel his gaze on you as you reach for the back door, completely ignoring him, and slide into the warm car, slamming the door shut before scooting to sit behind the driver's side. You donât want to be tempted to look at him in the rear-view mirror.
The passenger door closes and you whip out your phone, refusing to stare at the man swiftly striding around the front of the car. As he does, you wonder why the fuck he thought you would want to sit next to him. Youâve never felt comfortable treating your drivers like chauffeurs but this driver is a special case and you hope that heâs gotten the message.
When he gets in and shuts out the cold, you're suddenly overwhelmed by the loud, attractive scent of his cologne and aftershave, a certain musk and mint to it that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head for a split second. Fuck, he smells good, even with a hint of a cigarette. And expensive. You can only imagine the type of salary your brothers smuggle into his wallet, especially now that your safety is his sole responsibility. Protection like that doesnât come cheap.
You dare him to say anything else, so you get out your case of earbuds with the intention to blast music and drown him out. But before you can shove them in, a stack of manila folders hangs in front of your face, held by long, thin fingers decorated by chunky silver rings, and for a second you want to ask him what the fuck heâs doing, triggered by the fact that youâre so fucking over looking through files, even more so for him to be dumping more on you.
âWhatâs this?â you grumble, teeth clenching as you reluctantly accept the folders and draw them into your lap.
âYour brother wanted me to find you an assistant, so these are five candidates,â he explains, voice slightly muffled by the engine and from speaking to the windshield. âTake your pick and Iâll set up an interview.â
You canât help your genuine surprise as you look over the spread he handed you, each file neatly organized with resumes, backgrounds, references and head shots. You wish he fucked something up so you'd have an excuse to call him incompetent, but he did his homework. And if he got all of this together since last night, then heâs more diligent than you want to give him credit for.
You swallow a scoff. "I'm allowed to choose? I didn't think I got a say.âÂ
"If you didn't, I wouldn't be giving you options."
"Are you sure?â You snark, face buried in the files. âI know you answer to my brother, and you wouldn't want to get in any trouble."
A beat passes. "He's not my boss. You are."
Well. That is... the last thing you thought he would say. And you never would've considered yourself his boss.
Oh. You're going to have fun with this.
âThese are all men,â you scowl after you flip through all of the resumes.
Yeah, just what you need.
You lean forward to toss the files on the passenger's seat, papers scattering onto the floor. Your instincts urge you to apologize and offer to clean up the mess, but your pride has you sitting back with your arms crossed, looking out of the tinted window indifferently.
âYou couldâve saved yourself a lot of trouble if youâd just asked me what I was looking for. But I guess you donât really care what I want, do you?â
You spare a glance into the rearview mirror, the top half of his face clearly visible, but⊠Those goddamn shades. You canât even tell if heâs looking at you. You donât wait for a response, not thinking thereâs anything he could say anyway, and let your earbuds do the job of shutting him out.
It isnât until youâre halfway to your destination that you realize you didnât text him at all until an hour before you had to leave, so how could he have contacted you before that? Thatâs beside the point.
He should know what youâre really throwing in his face.
The car barely pulls to a stop in front of the warehouse when a small group of guards swarm around to flank the doors. Taking out your earbuds, you stare out of the tinted windows at the suited men looking all around to make sure youâre in the clear. You feel anything but assured.
One guard is standing right in front of the door, essentially blocking you inside, and D gets out, apparently needing to be the one to open it for you and assist in your exit.
The air is crisp and cold when your heels hit the gravel, and you donât miss the way Dâs palm flips up as you start to stand, playing it off when you intentionally ignore the gesture by lifting his wrist to his mouth to speak into the mic connected to his earpiece that runs under his sleeve.
You shiver when you step out and D shuts the door, holding an arm out to signal you to walk forward, pressing a finger into his earpiece. The guards fall into formation around you, one in front, one on either side, and D right behind you. This level of protection feels a bit too much as they escort you into the maze of shipping containers, you arenât the president or some A-list celebrity, but youâre about to walk into a den of wolves, so you canât go without a pack of your own.
They lead you through the arid warehouse, filled with shelves of boxes ready to ship out on the harbor, some legal, most illicit. In the very back is a steel door, and the leading guard opens it, takes a look down in the stairwell, and beckons you forward. You step into the hallway and catch a glimpse of the emergency exit, door wedged open by a⊠silver cigarette case? That looks very much like the one you saw your brother slip out of his coat this morning and sneak outside before Jin came down for breakfast. You head for it and a guard puts a hand out to stop you, but you push past him, D calls for you, but you pay no attention and pop open the door, hesitating when Jungkook flinches and whips back his jacket, hand reaching for something in his waistband.
âJesus, Angel,â he grumbles, letting go of his jacket to cover the handle of his gun, and takes a heavy drag of the cigarette. You bend down to pick up his silver case and the door doesnât close and you donât doubt that D is the one holding it open.
âRelax, itâs just lil ole me,â you say, eyebrow raising when he shoots a glare your way. "What's up, bro?"
âWhat was last night about?" he asks, a hot start. He leans over to snatch the case out of your hands.
âHey!â
"Are you done being an asshole? You were pretty rude to hyung last night. And D and Hope.â His tone is testy as smoke pours from his lips.
Crossing your arms, you prop yourself on the wall with a huff and an eyeroll.
âWell, that depends. Are you done keeping things from me?â He sighs and scratches the wrinkle between his brows with his thumbnail.
âWe knew you wouldnât like it, so thatâs why we waited to tell you.â âWhat about any of this do you think that I like?â You blurt in a raised voice that gets lost in the frigid breeze. He stares at you for a moment before looking away to take a drag, a tick in his jaw. You arenât being fair, you know. Your brother is in the exact same boat. Neither of you signed up for this, but at least he wasnât thrown into the fire at the last minute with little to no time to process anything. And his life isn't being guarded by someone who broke his heart.
"You can't be that way in there."
âI know. I'm sorry,â you try to recover. âItâs just-â As you stare out at the run-down docks, you canât think of a way to explain what youâre sorry for. Instead, you swivel to face him and step up with a beckoning hand in the air.
âCan I have one?â Flicking ash on the brick, his expression changes to level you with a hesitant look.
âSince when do you smoke?â You donât really, hating the taste and the smell, but the kind of cigarettes that your brother buys isnât as pungent and disgusting. Sometimes a little nicotine helps to take the edge off.
âSince I found out Iâm about to become a criminal.â
He rolls his eyes. âWhat do you mean âabout toâ? Havenât you been arrested before?â
âNot recently!â you exclaim. Heâs one to talk! âAnd besides, that was for petty theft and I wasnât even charged.â
âDonât forget the time you spent a night in jail when you got caught speed racing. Hyung was so pissed he had to fly all the way out there to bail your dumb ass out.â Jungkook tilts forward, crossing his ankles as he chuckles out a puff of smoke.
âWell, itâs your fault I even know how to race.â He opens his mouth to argue but you shut him down. âDo you want me to go ahead and list out your rap sheet too? We would be here all night.â
âGo to hell.â You laugh at his disgruntled scowl.
âIâll meet you there. Give me your lighter or Iâll tell Jin you started smoking again.â
He shakes his head, both of you knowing damn well that Jin would not approve of the two of you chain smoking.
âDonât be a tattletale.â
âDonât be a hypocrite.â
âNo,â he grumbles. âYou shouldnât be smoking.â
âYou shouldnât either!â
âI know. Iâm quitting soon and I'm not about to let you start.â
With a reluctant huff, you lean back against the wall, watching smoke billow out into the night sky. The both of you shiver in silence. Itâs quiet out here, save for the sounds of a ship horn blaring in the distance, and the wind whistling into the alley from the docks that carries the smells of fresh water and the old rotting wood of the piers. Scents like these usually bring a sense of calm into your soul, but tonight, anxiety overrides them all. You doubt even nicotine could do anything to ease the disquietude in your head.
âIâm scared,â you confess. You glance over to see him staring down at nothing in particular, not blinking as he smokes and you want him to tell you that he is too, but heâs in no position to be. Not anymore. It used to show in his jaw, in between his brows, the rapid blinking of his eyes, but thereâs none of that now. Looking at him now, gone is the boy you grew up with. And you know thatâs because of how hard he worked to rid himself of all that fear, just like Jin, and what you have to do too.
âThereâs no reason to be.â You look away with a frown, clearly not what you needed to hear, but his hand on your shoulder forces you to turn back.
âListen. No one can do anything to us once they find out who we are.â You shrug off his hand. He takes a drag and blows it away from your face.
âWhoâs to say they wonât?â
âMe. After tonight, I own this city and everything that belongs to us. That includes you, Angel. Weâre not the ones who should be afraid.â
âBoss, itâs time to go.â You glance over your shoulder where a single, flickering light above the door shines down on Dâs head as he holds it open with a flattened hand. You turn back to your brother as he sucks in a final drag before dropping the butt and squishing it under his heel. Exhaling smoke up to the sky, he hooks an arm around your shoulder and begins walking you to the door, not letting you fight your way out of his hold.
âWe got this, sis.â You roughly push him and he finally lets go, clicking your tongue when he laughs at your glare.
âYou do,â you mutter, straightening out your coat and smoothing down your dress. Nervous habits. He stops and grabs your elbow.
âItâs us now. Weâre in this together, okay?â
âOkay,â you breathe through a scared smile.
You keep your head up as you walk past D who slides against the door to put distance between you, yet still close enough to catch another whiff of his cologne. One breath and youâre aggravated that itâs him, another breath and the scent filters into your senses, leaving an undeniable calm.
Back inside, Jungkook claps a hand on Dâs shoulder as the guards return to their formation to lead you down the stairs and into the den. Before you enter, you can tell just how crowded it is from the sounds of chatter and laughter that drips exorbitant wealth, and the accompanying stench of thick illegal cigars that makes your nose itch.
Jungkook walks around you to be the first one in the room and a wave of anxiety skids your heels to a stop. A presence that youâre coming to know all too well looms behind you, like heâs your shadow. More like a demon. Your eyes close to quell the drum pounding in your chest.
âAfter you,â he mutters, the sinful thunder in his voice mere inches away from your ear sending a shiver down your spine, eyes flying open and feet moving on their own accord to get away from it.
Fuck. That.
The ringing in your ears that stems from his voice and low-spoken words rumbling in a loop through your mind aids you in your ability to shut out the room and the way it quiets down as you walk to the head of the table where your brothers stand in wait for you. The rest of the men are also already standing and it just makes their intense, collective stare on you that much more stifling.
You remove your coat and a hand stretches out beside you that you silently allow to take your coat. Jin gestures for you to sit on his right, across from Jungkook, and waves for the commission to take their seats as well. Behind you, the doors close and one glance to the side shows D getting into place with your brothers guards by the adjacent wall, holding your coat.
With a polite, reserved expression, you take a sweep of the room and observe that these men are an assortment of strange faces and ones youâve seen in Namjoonâs files. Theyâre all young and old. Father and son. Leaving you as the outlier. And that causes a lump in your throat.
Jin launches into introducing you and Jungkook, and all you can do is keep your back straight and hands on the table, respectfully paying attention as he explains how now that heâs going on the lam, the family heads will defer to Jungkook, and their crews and associates will report to you for any and all financial endeavors at the casino. As Jin speaks these plans into reality, you finally begin to feel the full pressure and burden of your impending responsibilities.
And this time your brother won't be there to bail you out.
The members offer your end of the table diplomatic nods of acknowledgement and subtle darting eyes between you and Jungkook.
But just as Jin gives Jungkook the floor, a deep, condescending laugh resounds from across the table, belonging to a smug, rugged man wearing thick chains and even thicker rings. All attention snaps to his interruption and your skin crawls when he fixes you with a leering, patronizing stare.
âIâm sorry, but with all due respect, do you really think your junkie brother can handle being in charge?âÂ
Your eyebrows cross at the audacity. Heâs speaking as if Jin is not the reigning top boss of this entire room and Jungkook is not about to step in and fill his shoes. Thereâs a slur to his words and the near empty decanter next to his glass indicates that heâs imbibed and probably incognizant. Because who in their right mind would dare to provoke the kingpin of the cityâs mob syndicate like this.
You look over to Jin, expecting him to call out the manâs blatant disrespect, but both him and Jungkook are staring the man down with darkness and anger that youâve never seen before. Perhaps theyâre just giving him the chance to dig himself into a hole so deep heâll have to stay there.
âAnd what about her?â the man with a greasy mustache points at you. âI donât know if I can trust her capabilities with dealing business at the casino. I mean, what does she know?â
Heâs underestimating you and youâre sure heâs not alone in that. Everyone else is just smart enough to keep their mouths shut. You feel the urge to pull your hands into your lap to frown at, but you just lean back in your chair, maintaining a cool expression as you wait for him to spew more of his bullshit.
âYeah, sure they were born with the purpose of serving your father, but we all know they werenât raised like you. So how can they possibly be prepared to take over in your place?â
âBecause theyâre my blood,â Jin finally says, voice steady and reasonable. But his narrowed eyes and blown out pupils tells you heâs anything but.
âOnly by half,â he sneers. âWasnât their mother some low-life maid?â You feel choked by the mention of your mother and wonder just how much this man and the rest of the commission know about you beyond what theyâre entitled to. Your chest squeezes when you catch eyes with Jungkook as he furiously picks at his fingers, probably not realizing heâs even doing it.Â
âSee, thatâs where the don went wrong. Choosing a peasant to procreate his back-up heirs with. Their blood doesnât really count, at least not in my book.â Lee looks around as if to see who else is on his side, but no one takes their attention off of Jin as he rises and digs a hand onto Jungkookâs shoulder.
âHe is the don now.â
Lee scoffs. âHeâs a junkie! Just like your father.â Your fingers clench into a tight fist, the urge to stand up for your brother sending a violent rush through your veins.
âWatch your fucking mouth, Lee,â Jin growls in a malicious tone. âYouâre forgetting your place. Donât make me remind you.â
âMy place,â Lee chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. He picks up his glass and bangs it on the table with a thud. âMy place should be at the head of that fucking table with my son, not these little children. We should be the next in line now that youâre resigning!â âIâm not resigning,â Jin barks, fixing the entire room with a dead serious glare. âIâm leaving to avoid prison. Because if I go down, Iâm taking everyone with me. Do I make myself fucking clear?â
Jinâs power reverberates off of the walls and it carves away some of your anxiety. He points a stern finger at Lee.
âThey are the rightful heirs, just as I am, and I wonât throw away all of what Iâve built just because you donât accept that.â
âWhat your father built,â Lee spits in contempt. Jin bends down with a heavy slam of his hands on the wood surface. âWhat my family built. And what my brother and sister will continue to build because itâs theirs now.â âDo they know thatâs the only reason why they were born? Well, him at least.â Your face contorts in confusion when he points at Jungkook. Jin lifts his hands from the table and the tension in the room grows thicker as he stands tall. âExcuse me?â âItâs a fair question. Does she know that when there were rumors that Don Kim had a daughter, he adamantly denied it?â
Your heart pounds in your ears when Lee slides his beady eyes to you, fingernails digging into your sweaty palms.
âYou were a mistake, sweetheart,â he lilts with an ugly, crooked grin. âWhat use would he have with a girl? All youâre good for now is playing trophy wife to appease the son of your fatherâs biggest investor. Youâre just a pawn in his business plan, you have no real value.â
âLee, thatâs enough-â Jin snarls.
âLee Dong-wook, right?â you starkly interject, staring unwaveringly at him and his rising eyebrow. âDidnât you lose your business in the east harbors when you failed to keep quota and you couldnât control disputes between the local gangs? I canât remember exactly how much money and how many men you cost my brothers but I know it was a lot.â
Leeâs jaw drops, rendered speechless. A raging vein begins to bulge on the side of his forehead, turning his face beet red now that youâre doing the job of tearing him down from his high horse.
âBut at least you still have this side of the harbor so you can trade paraphernalia with other parts of the coast. Like these.â You reach forward for a box of cigars in front of Jungkook, only to find it empty. To your surprise and everyone else's, you stand and move to pass behind your brothers, ignoring Jinâs hushed, âWhat are you doing?â as you walk over to Lee, hoping to exert some intimidation by standing your ground over him. You try to disregard the fact that he is twice your size and far more muscular but Jungkookâs words from earlier remind you that no one can hurt you now. The shadow that follows you will ensure that.
You spot another cigar box next to Lee and another older man, and no one says anything as you lean in between them to take one out, snatching up one of the lighters as well. Holding up the cigar beneath your nose, you inhale the strong flavored mix of coffee and leather.
âHmm, not bad,â you reflect, analyzing the stamped label before you unravel the plastic. âKind of cheap, but I guess the tobacco isnât what your customers are actually after. Itâs smart, smuggling amphetamines in these. Just ironic that you move rock for a living but have the nerve to call my brother a junkie. I don't doubt you take samples.â
The wrapper you crumple and the lighter you flick open to fire up the cigar become the only sounds in the room. After disposing of the metal and plastic on the table, you place the wrapped leaf between your teeth and brace yourself as you take a smooth drag.
âAnd you must be stupid if you think I donât know that my father didnât want me,â you say, blowing smoke up to the ceiling while you do your best to pretend that the strong hit isnât scratching the hell out of your throat. You glance back down to Lee whose eyes are on the brink of bulging right out of their sockets.
âBut you see, Iâm not here for him. Iâm here for them,â you point the cigar over your shoulder at Jin and Jungkook.
âYou sure theyâre not forcing you?â Lee challenges, tongue thick with rage causing specks of saliva to catch on his mustache. Gross. âNo one can force me to do anything,â you reply calmly. âIâll do whatever it takes for my brothers.â A moment passes, and then another, with no response and you think youâve made your case. But just as youâre about to give up the facade that youâre enjoying this piss-awful cigar, Lee harshly gruffs out, âWould you kill for them, little girl?â
Tilting your head, your mind races as you imagine all the ways you could show him how far youâre willing to go for both of them. A small smile creeps onto the corner of your lips around the cigar.
âDo you want to find out?â His mustache twitches. You blow smoke in its direction. âAre you threatening me?â âYou tell me,â you shrug. âIf anything, Iâd be doing you a favor.â
âPardon?â You lazily tap the cigar, unphased when the ash falls to the floor, some of it on Leeâs lap, earning a menacing glower.
âIt sounds like you have a death wish. Coming in here and disrespecting my brothers even though you canât do a goddamn thing without their say so. They own you and, now, so do I.â
Lee doesnât break your stare but by the curl of his fist on the arm of the chair and his cheeks that tinge an even darker red, youâve severely pissed him off. âYou donât have what it takes to kill me.â Taking that as a challenge, you reach down, lift the hem of your slacks, and snatch out the knife nestled in the strap around your calf. In a flash, you bring your sharp silver blade to the vein on his thick neck, smoke from the cigar dangerously close to his sideburns. âWanna bet?â
A commotion erupts around you as one of Leeâs men move to defend him at a momentâs notice, weapon threatening to withdraw and your pulse glitches for a second at the potential danger. That is until a figure behind you pushes away Leeâs guard and you know without looking that itâs Jungkook coming to your aid. And next to him is that dark and menacing man smelling of mint and musk and intimidation.
âWell, I bet youâd hate to get killed by a girl. So Iâll save you your dignity.â
Lowering your knife, you lean away but pause when a goading sneer grows on his ugly mug.
âYouâre weak. Just like your brother who canât even man up and take responsibility for the casino because of what happened to his little-â Before he can finish that sentence that would have Jungkook flying off the handle, you stab the burning end of your cigar on the back of his hand, twisting a sear into his skin until he leaps up with a shriek.
âYou bitch!â The cigar plants itself on the side of his neck, until your wrist is grabbed and ripped away, tobacco falling to the floor, just like the man who dared to put hands on you. As youâre pulled back by your brother, off to the side is D manhandling Leeâs guard into submission, face pressed into the wall with a gun shoved into the side of his head. Your brothersâ guards surround you and thereâs a standoff with Leeâs men, the rest of the room watching on in shock, no one else daring to move lest they get caught in impending crossfire.
âWeapons down, now,â Jinâs terse voice booms. The guns slowly lower but the fierce glares remain pinned on opposite sides.
âLee. Youâre dismissed.â You think thatâs code for, Iâm not going to kill you in front of my sister. Youâre positive if you werenât present, this night wouldâve ended in bloodshed.
âHave fun getting whacked,â you grin devilishly at Lee who canât decide which burn hurts worse. âI hope your last thought is of my pretty face.â
In brazen stupidity, Lee steps forward but before his foot can even touch the ground, heâs sent flying back with your brotherâs fists in his collar. A hand on your elbow tugs you away from the chaos you created, but you canât look away from it, like itâs a car crash. But D steps in front of you just as youâre dragged to the front of the room by your brother. Your coat is swung around your shoulders and suddenly youâre facing Jin who guides you to the door. D appears right by your side.
âI knew you had it in you, kiddo,â Jin says with a proud glint in his eyes. On the other side of the room, your brotherâs guards are doing their best to keep Jungkook and Lee apart as they usher him to the exit.
âD, take her home.â
The backseat of the car is warm on the ride home. Your hands are shaking, surely from the adrenaline. Thatâs when it hits you, what you just did. Fuck. Youâve never acted that way before, never purposely hurt someone because you didnât like what they said.
But you liked it. The power you had, and the confidence it gave you. And that scares you.Â
âAre you okay?â D asks tentatively. Itâs then that you realize youâve been crying. You flick a defiant tear from your cheek and wrap your arms tighter around yourself.
âWhat do you care?â you mumble bitterly. The rest of the drive is spent in silence. If you were sitting up front, you wouldâve seen the way his fingers flexed on the steering wheel.
When he pulls up to your house, you quickly get out even though he starts to say something, desperate to be inside, away from him and the cold and everything that happened.Â
You donât know why your office has become your safe haven, but you return there and collapse into one of the armchairs, weighed down by tonight, and whatâs in store. Not to mention the extra weight added on your chest because of D.
So you cry. You cry until you're practically dehydrated, but you don't think that could stop you with how much you're hurting. That is until you hear a knock on your office door. It startles you, youâve never expected anyone to check on you, especially not your fiancĂ©. Were you crying so loud that he could hear you all the way across the house? You don't think that much of it, too busy getting a hold of yourself to look presentable before cracking open the door.
His face is overshadowed by the hallway light, and you can't see his eyes that well. You try to hide your swollen, tear-streaked cheeks from him, but he peers over the door with a small yet gentle smile.
"What's wrong? Did things not go well with the commission?â
You quickly wipe away any stray tears, putting on a brave face as you open the door a little further.
"Ah, well. It was just a lot, yâknow?â You scramble, because you can't actually tell him what's wrong. Obviously. You don't think you'll ever be able to tell anyone. And you definitely donât want to admit that youâre being weak.
"I do. Everything will be okay. It'll all take some adjustment." Huh. That's... comforting, coming from him. Like he understands.
"So, I was just in the kitchen, raiding the pantries for some snacks. Would you care to join?"
âSure. You, uh,â you tug your sleeves over your hands, clenching them with cold fingers. âYou couldnât hear me from all the way out there, right?â
He turns his back to you with a laugh, leading you down the hallway.
âNo, but I noticed you came home late and, well, I just wanted to see how things went. But I wasnât sure if you wanted to talk to me.â
âYou said you wouldnât wait up.â âI was joking, but I guess it didnât land well. You might have to get used to my sense of humor.â That was humor?
Damn. When did you get so mean?
On the island counters in the expansive kitchen, he sets out some bowls and fills them with snacks as you take a seat on one of the tall stools.
âDo you like any of these?â âSure,â you shrug, reaching for one of the bowls.
âIf thereâs anything you want, put it on a list and I can send it off to be picked up.â
âOh, thatâs okay. I can do my own shopping. Thanks, though.â Youâll have to text your brothers later to tell them how right you are about him.
âAlright, well let me know if you change your mind. Iâm just trying to help out.â
You nod, chewing pensively, and he shakes his head to change the subject.
âAnyway, can you tell me what happened tonight? That made you so upset.â
You carefully retell bits and pieces of the meeting, leaving out the part when you stabbed an old man twice with a cigar. You give him the gist of how the family heads might not entirely back the idea of you and Jungkook gaining control of the syndicate, to which Jay tells you theyâll have to get over it because youâre just doing your family duty.
For a while, you chat, finding that conversation with your fiance comes a little easier than you thought. You guess you just had to give it a chance. He gives you his support for some of the plans you have for the casino renovations and even offers to take a look at the blueprints. He cracks corny jokes every now and then that you have to force a bit of laughter because sometimes they donât make sense, but you donât entirely loathe this whole interaction.
He is very charming; you'll give him that. But you still have a prickly feeling that itâs all just an act to be good to you in order to impress your brothers and get on their good side. And once theyâre out of sight, no longer around to look out for you, heâll show his true colors. Maybe youâre just jaded and bitter.
But you donât think you should let your guard down just yet.
You wonât make the same mistake again.
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lmaoooo originally i was aiming for a 12-14k word count. whoops. but it's finally here! this has been a whirlwind. I've been wanting to get this out for a while but i've been kind of nervous about it. honestly im glad i waited because so many things came together for this part that i didn't have before. sorry for the wait.
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Thinking about Wade is having a stay-in date night with Ness, and this means the kitchen light is traded for a colored one, candles, half burnt pasta, cheap wine, and Careless Whisper blasting throughout the appartment complex.
He starts off with some cringy dance while V is up on the counter, rolling her eyes and smiling, but she can't help but feel like there was something different about Wade. Yeah, she knew this dance. She knew the routine of his 'serenade' and his littlw two step slow dance he had going on, making backup sound effects for Mr. George Micheal and eventually grabs the pasta spoon, singing into it.
This is not new, but.. something was. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew her boyfriend. She knew him well enough to become engaged to him, break up with him, and start dating again.
It was like he was glowing.
But why?
"Tonight the music seems so loud! I wish that we could lose this crowd-" His non existsnt eyebrows wiggle, and Vanessa can't help but to almost spit out her wine.
"Maybe it's better this way, We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say!" He shouts into the pasta sauce covered spoon, leaning into her a bit as she rolls her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. She knew what Wade wanted. He wanted to "earn" her with his performance.
God.. he really is her peacock, wasn't he?
"We could have been so good together! We could have lived this dance forever!" Taking her arm, He pulls her waist closer to him, connecting their foreheads with those pretty heart eyes of his beaming into hers with such love struck gleam.
"But now who's gonna dance with me? Please staaaayy~" He sings loudly, letting her go enough for V to notice that Logan is now staring too, the same lop sided love struck small smile on his face.
"And I'm never gonna dance again- Guilty feet have got no rhythm!!" He says, dropping onto his knees and arching his back, using her hand to keep his balance.
"You didn't have any to begin with!"
She hears, looking up to see Logan smirking as Wade jumps to his feet. "ExcUSE me!? My bad, not everything is a waltz, old man! Like seriously, when's the last time you could do anything but a simple one two three? Lincoln's wedding!?" He calls over the counter and Logan grunts, his joints popping as he gets off the couch.
Wades eyes widden with dangerous excitment as he turns to her. "Oh now, im in for it!"
"Damn right. I can do more then Waltz, you know."
"Oh, yeah!? Like what? Square dance?!"
"Whats wrong with square dancing!?"
Then it clicked.
Him.
That's what was different about Wade.
Logan had changed him. Unconsiously, for the better. He was so... Happy. He was like a missing puzzle piece to complete Wades purpose of being, mirroring what Wade needed, even if that meant insulting his dancing skills mid date.
Grinning widely like a moron with a crush, he changes the song- Wade was serious. He would never dance with anyone else except V to that song ever again- Pushing next on their shuffle only for Madonna to come on.
Squealing, he waves his hands, shoving the pasta spoon back into the pot then took Logan's hands. "Can you swing?"
"S-swing?- Woah!! Hey!"
"You wanted to dance so were dancing!"
"I didn't say that!"
As she listens to them bicker, she laughs as she watches Logan awkwardly step on Wade's foot multiple times.
"Ouch!! Hey! I'm regenerative, not indestructible! You're like 400 pounds!!" He teases, and the blush on Logan's face is something she wants to take a picture of, watching as he tries to teach Wade how to 'properly dance', spinning him around, holding his wasit and dipping him at certian parts.
"Ahh!! Don't drop me!!"
"I'm not going to drop you, Stop screaming!"
"Ness!! He's gonna drop me!"
She giggles, giving Logan a playful finger wag. "Hey do you mind? He needs all the braincells he can keep!"
"Yeah! Cancer already ate half of them!"
"Oh, sssuurree, just the cancer, definitely not how many times youve made me shove my-"
"Lo-Lo!!! Not in front of Nessy!!" He whines, being spun again.
"Oh shut up, i'm not going to embarrass you infront of Vanessa-" he turned to her, whispering "I so am"
"I HEARD THAT!"
"What? It's not my fault your game is weak." Logan teases him, giving her a playful nod, putting his hand out for her to take "Ma'am."
She laughs, hearing Wade suddenly complain that he wasn't supposed to be stealing his date.
"Maybe she wants to dance with a real man-" Logan coes, gently taking V and spinning her too... Vanessa could see why Wade liked him.. he was quite strong. And a gentleman.
"My gender blindness has NOTHING to do with this!" Wade whined in a high-pitched tantrum like sound, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him instead.
Oh great. And now they were fighting over her.
Gosh... Maybe she has two Peacocks...
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Run From Me Darlin'
Tommy Shelby x female reader (Alfie's wife)
A/N: Taking shelter requested by @thomashelbyswife. Song is "Run from Me" by Timber Timbre. Prompts "I didn't know where else to go." Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.
Divider credit: @wethairjoel
Warnings: language, mention of infidelity, betrayal Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!
The servants at Margate had long since retired when they heard their master's voice echoing throughout the house, along with an eery melody from the ancient piano in the parlor.
"Run from me, darlin' Run, my good wife Run from me, darlin' You better run for your life"
And so you were in that moment, escaping a mad man who had made your life a misery from the moment you said I do. You ran from your seaside home in only your night dress, no possessions or money to your name. It was fear that drove you from him that night as he threatened to kill you.
That's how you found yourself on the doorstep of Tommy Shelby's manor the next morning, your shivering form but a memory of the woman he'd come to know the past five years.
"Y/n, what's happened?" Tommy asked as he ushered you inside and draped a blanket over you.
"I didn't know where else to go," you cried in despair, breaking down the moment you saw his sympathetic sapphire eyes staring back at you.
"You're going to be alright," he assured you, looping a strong arm around your waist for support. "Tell me what he's done," he urged, guiding you to sit on the sofa in his office.
He poured you a drink to steady your nerves and you confided everything. The periods of time you'd been locked in your room because of his suspicions about the two of you, followed by angry and often nonsensical tirades. Your chest heaved with pain and your voice faltered with hiccuped gasps at the horrendous treatment you'd received for over a month.
"How did you manage to escape?" Tommy asked.
"A door left ajar by a new maid," you replied.
Tommy nodded solemnly as he listened, then drained his glass of whisky without answer. He didn't have to because you knew he didn't believe in hurting women, having agreed many times before that his friend's behavior was crossing a line.
As Tommy lightly stroked your hair, you felt compelled to share the threat against him as well, quietly explaining Alfie's plans to crush Shelby Company Limited with his uncle's connection to the opium trade in America. Though you sensed his frustration as his fingers curled into your shoulder, you tried to soften the blow by proposing this as a time of new beginnings. "Run away with me, Tommy," you urged, gazing hopefully into his eyes.
"Leave it to me," he assured, placing a chaste kiss to your temple.
You settled back against him, covering his hand with yours before giving way to exhaustion.
Feeling your body grow heavy with sleep, Tommy called for the housekeeper to look after you. "Frances, take Y/n upstairs and draw a bath," he instructed carefully. "Then prepare the guest room for her. She'll be staying with us tonight."
"Yes, sir," the woman replied, taking you by the hand with such gentle ease, you began to weep.
"Oh, my dear," she gasped as she guided you upstairs. "Don't worry, Mr. Shelby will set it right." And you couldn't help but believe the promise in her voice.
Downstairs Tommy paced his office in agitation before finally tossing his glass against the fireplace in anger. As the shards of glass fell at his feet, he tried not to picture your beatific face crumbling. In fact, he tried not to think of you at all as he raised the receiver to his ear.
"What the fuck do you want?" Alfie grumbled.
Tommy traced the phone cord, thinking of all the times his so-called friend had betrayed him and how fitting it would be to humiliate him by stealing his wife forever. However, the notion of partnering together to control the opium trade abroad was far more enticing.
"How is your uncle in Boston?" he asked.
Alfie huffed out a laugh as he asked, "And why are you so concerned about the state of my family this evening?"
Tommy didn't have to say your name, it was implied the moment he began to negotiate. "You'd exchange my wife for access to Boston, would ya?" Alfie sneered with a knowing grin.
"I would," Tommy answered without hesitation.
And that's how the deal was made late one September afternoon as you soaked in the bath, quite unaware you would be reunited with your husband the following morning.
You had one last peaceful slumber before realizing you'd been sold out, exiting Arrow House kicking and screaming against the men your husband sent to punish you.
"I thought you loved me. How could you do this?" you cried when you glimpsed Tommy's somber face waiting in the drive.
Motioning for the men to let you go, Tommy welcomed you into his open arms as he whispered, "It's not personal, it's business."
You wanted to fight him, but instead you pleaded for your life. "Have mercy," you begged against his lips when he offered one last passionate kiss. A glimmer of promise was restored in that moment as you swore you felt his muscular frame give way into yours. However, you underestimated the strength of his resolve. One look into his icy blue eyes told you, he would never claim you as his own.
"Run," Tommy urged you under his breath, waiting for Alfie's men to give chase.
As he watched you flee toward the open field where he kept his horses, he hoped your swinging gate would prevail. Swallowing hard at the sight of his betrayal, he loathed the man he had become.
"Run for your life," he whispered, knowing it was already too late.
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#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders imagine#Tommy Shelby x reader#Tommy Shelby x you#Tommy Shelby x y/n#Tommy Shelby#Alfie Solomons x reader#Alfie Solomons x you#Alfie Solomons x y/n#Alfie Solomons#zablife corrupt a wish#A queue for you đ
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âbUfFy sHoUlD hAvE eNdEd aT sEaSoN 5â I will crawl through my phone and come out yours âthe ringâ style
You hate spuffy? Your business. You hate Taraâs death and everything Willow did to Tara? VALID. You wish seeing red didnât exist? Literally so do all of us. Hating certain plot points is one thing but YOU WANT BUFFY DEAD????? You want the suicidal girl who has been sacrificing everything for EVERYONE else since she was 15 years old when she was offered up to angel as a reward for trying to do some good in his pathetic life and called to fight evil ALONE to kill herself at 20? Literally welcoming her death with open arms she is so ready to be done with life and this fight (yes I know it was to save Dawn and the world but neither of those negate the fact that they established she has a death wish and that one day she just wouldnât want to fight anymore bc her life is just that hard - that is the textbook definition of being suicidal)
THAT IS HOW YOU WANT IT TO END?????
Seriously take 80 steps back from me expeditiously. That ending reaffirms the idea that women should just give and give and give until it kills them. That the only good victims are dead ones. Oh season 6 is sad and uncomfortable and you miss the vibes of the previous seasons? Guess what every single person who has been traumatized wishes to be the person they were before that they can never get back to. Buffy season 6 and 7 is one of the most important representations of what healing looks like after severe trauma and chronic abuse. Itâs an obscenely important story to exist. It tells victims of trauma and people who suffer from depression there is a way THROUGH you CAN recover you wonât be the same but youâll be even better if you learn to love yourself. Because of seasons 6&7 Buffy gets to reach actual adulthood empowered and supported in a way she never has been before and escaping the town that had become her personal hell
This is not some sort of evolved, media literate take that so many like to present it as. Buffy ending at s5 would just reaffirm so many problematic and harmful narratives around mental health, healing, and what is possible for women and people with childhood trauma.
S7 & the comic s12 ending tell us that it DOES get better and that death is not the way out and fighting for your future even if you canât picture is will be worth it đ€
#the rage I am filled with every time someone comes at me with that bullshit opinion#but buffy was happy and she was done!#I refuse to accept she was destined to live only to 20 she deserved a long happy life#free of angel and riley free of the council and single motherhood#venting#buffy summers I love you#buffy summers#btvs#buffy the vampire slayer
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rainbow :)
#my art#sculpture#neopets#i wish i was better at taking pictures!!!#anyway making a little rainbow has brought me immense satisfaction. looking forward to adding the pink lenny to this lineup
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Eloise and Lorrađ„čđ„č
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#we were talking about Ărsula from Kiki and how we wish we were herđ«đ«đ«#so I had to recreate this sceneđđđđ#Kikiâs my favorite movieâŠever since I was like 3 years old I think bahahahahahahahahaahhaahah#idk how many times Iâve seen it!!!!!!#I just love drawing these little pictures of all of our characters spending time togetherđ„č#and if I get to ALSO practice backgrounds/full illustrations etc even BETTERđ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#eloise babbit#Lorraine Morgan#I love Lorraine so much she is SUCH A CUTIE !!!!!! đ„čđđ„čđ#I have a lot more paintings planned !!! but they take me some time so Iâm not 100% sure when Iâll get around to them lol#bc I want to draw all of these MCs but I also want to draw scenes from my fic etc etc#so I try to balance it out!!!đ„čđ«¶#eloise + friends
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Eichi gives away the mask so easily because it was never meant to be an "engagement ring" like you delulu wataeis imagined it to be lmao. It was wataru saying that he will continue playing tsumugi clown role in fine and won't leave it for hokuto's mother troupe after graduation. Do you dumb fucks even read the stories? Eichi didn't even understand tf that mask meant when wataru gave it to him and wataru referenced fucking tsumugi in his "proporsal". I dunno why the f you think it's ok to lie about "! EnDiNG wItH wAtAeI EnGaGeMEnT" when the chapter it happened wasn't even close to the end of ep:link. Cope
PS: how do you live with the fact that Eichi clearly admitted to never being in love in his life and Wataru said that even though Eichi likes him, he still can easily discard him for the sake of his objectives?
I love you anon thank you for giving me a nice reason to ramble again beautiful ask 10/10 I'm sorry this is probably not how you hoped this would go but this is such a funny block of text delightful really thank you for the enrichment please marry me
But okay yes now to get down to the actual ask just to disclaim I am solely relying on translations seeing as I do not speak japanese well enough to understant the original text so if anyone has anything to add to this or to correct me on please feel free to do so.
Now to get started I'm not sure if one could say Eichi gave away the mask "So easily" seeing as he claimed that it was "a hard choice to make"? Which, as one might know, implies unease with an idea and pondering and debating and a general amount of thinking behind a decision so? I know this isn't really the main focus of this ask but I'm just a tad miffed with the semantics of it is all. And in either case giving the mask back to Wataru while expecting it back still shows a certain degree of trust in their relationship it wouldn't have been such a big deal for him (as it apparently was) if the mask didn't have a lot of sentimental value to him (the both of them really if we look at the whole exchange).
Now to the claim that the mask was "only" Watarus promise to stay with fine and "continue playing Tsumugis clown role". This is not entirely incorrect. Regarding the acting troupe and staying with fine bit at least.
I'm assuming this bit in EP:Link Deadend/7 is what you are referencing, and I see where you're coming from. But the bluebird line
from literally three dialogue lines further down, which references this line of dialogue (notorious Eichi line everyone should be familiar with)
kind of somewhat really recontextualises that? Because you see this is a reference to a fairytale about a pair of siblings and they get sent out by a nice fairy to find the bluebird of happiness for her sad daughter to make her happy again so they both go on an adventure and travel far and search and search but they can not find the bluebird of happiness and then when they return home again, disappointed because they couldn't find the blue bird, they realise only one night has actually passed and the journey was probably just a dream. But then their eyes fall upon their pet dove in it's cage which appears blue all of a sudden and so they gift it to the fairies sad daughter which becomes happy again and sets the bird free. The real bluebird of happiness is a dove. At least in the version of the story I'm familiar with but I mean everyone sees the symbolism right? It's. very hard to miss.
And then dropping this?
I'm not sure how to say this properly but in the overall context this makes it pretty clear that Tsumugi has nothing to do with this anymore this is Fully between Wataru and Eichi. And I am the last person to dismiss Tsumugis significance in the course of Wataeis relationship as characters I will be among the first to protest when someone dismisses the importance of Tsumugis and Eichis relationship in favour of some image they have of Wataei but he has nothing to do with this one.
Yes Tsumugi gets namedropped but - again - I don't really see how that would lessen the sentiment Wataru is triying to convey here? Because. Yes. Why wouldn't he mention Tsumugi?
The entire conversation pretty much boils down to "Yes I was initially only in this because I thought I could replace Tsumugis role in your life and then I wanted to leave but we have spent so much time together that I realised that that is definitely not working out because I really do love you. I love you as a teammate; I love you as a friend; I love you as a person and I am very angry at myself for not managing to get that into your head. So please allow me to stay with you for as long as you'll have me." And then also Eichi not understanding because he has the emotional self awareness of a very emotionally unaware loaf of bread and also because he hates himself that is a very big thing about his character huge part of his character arc actually that he. you know? Hates himself? And feels guitly for his actions during the war? And doesn't think he deserves love and companionship? Which is why Wataru wanting to stay with him for him and not for some twisted form of revenge is such an alien concept to him? Because he is projecting his insecurities onto Wataru? As one is wont to do when they hate themself? "EiChi Didn'T eVen UnDErStanD WhAt tf ThAT Mask MEAnt" Yeah. That's. That's the point? So he can think about it and come to that conclusion himself which works as a keymoment in his characters journey from hating life and himself to enjoying being alive and wanting to live on because of the people he's surrounded with? He literally explains why he didn't immediately understand the mask during the EP:Link Epilogue/4
And to get back to the "I dunno why the f you think it's ok to lie about "! EnDiNG wItH wAtAeI EnGaGeMEnT" about which I have two things to say:
"Lying" implies further intent and an effort. Neither of which exist in this case.
He literally went down on one knee while making a big proclamation of offering himself to Eichi with a very personal item that works as a symbol for their commitment to each other on a starlit rooftop. The comparison writes itself.
3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joke
And then I expected there to be a proper reason given and instead you proceed to follow that up with "when the chapter it happened wasn't even close to the end of ep:link". I know the shame is on me for expecting something sensical from an ask which has been near constant in it's lack of correct statements but such is human nature I suppose. And you are not wrong. Deadend/7 isn't very close to the end of EP:Link. That is true.
But do you know what Is very close to the end of EP:Link? The Epilogue Chapters 3-5.
Do you know what the content of those chapters is? I do. Very well actually :)
(Eichi literally explains why he didn't get it)
So if this answers your "Do you dumb fucks even read the stories?" questions, Yes. And I think I'm a lot better at it than you. So I'd say I'm coping quite well over here :p
PS: Regarding your PS, I take the "I've never been in love before so I wouldn't know" comment with a lot of humour actually as an aroace person who's emotional self awareness also ends at "good" and "Not good" I think it's very funny all things considered especially because he mentioned the loving Wataru thing several times before that and I'm generally of the belief that actions speak louder than words and also am in a happy long term relationship with the concept of "Reading Subtext". So please excuse me for not breaking down in tears everytime someone reminds me of that one singuar line of text in one of my favourite all time enstars stories that came out three years ago which also brought us the single best card set in the entire game
as well as absolute banger dialogue such as
Among others <33
And there are soooooo many other examples of wataei dialogue that simply make me swoon but I have already had to take out so many of the one's I wish I could put here so this wouldn't get "Do you love the colour of the sky" long
And also, regarding your "Wataru said that even though Eichi likes him, he still can easily discard him for the sake of his objectives" I'll just say that no he absolutely could not. I mean he'd say that and if pull comes to shove and he has no other option then he might seriously consider it but may I mention that Wataru was gone for a few days at most but really not that long of a time during Sanctuary and Eichi stopped considering being a normal rational person that doesn't leave helpless 17 year olds in the midst of a construction site. Very different situation but I feel like it's worth mentioninh here. Another example is Eichis almost not being able to go through with the war because of Wataru. Wataru had to actively come and tell Eichi to go through with it. Wataru isn't the reason Eichi started the war, that is wrong, but he is the reason Eichi almost didn't finish it. and during the war era that was his Main objective. Again I'm part of the fraction "actions speak louder than words" Show don't tell and all that, but even the words are pushing it.
And that concludes my essay :)
#I so won this#there were so many pictures and quotes I wanted to include but the limit..... :'(#if any of you were wondering I am still as insane about them as I ever was#thank you anon really genuinely and fully this has been a blast#if anyone reads the whole thing....mwah let's run off into the ocean together#or something like that idk but it is appreciated#they are my everything they really are#I'm very enamoured with the ''Cope''#Cope with what? I have nothing to cope with? well nothing wataei related at least#or the ''How do you live with the fact'' yadda yadda#How am I supposed to live with it it's funny i think it's very funny#You really trust what enstars characters say and take it at face value without examining the subtext further? amateur mistake#it's so passionate too anon i admire you#imagine disliking something so intensely you sent a very wordy ask to someone because of a silly post they made#I wish I had that much vigor in me#I mean i'd be too polite to even if I did but still it has somehting admireable to it#thanks to you i got to reread some of my favourite wataei interactions so now I think the last three hours were three hours well spent :)#genuinely thank you for the enrichment#I hope youll have a nice day we might not see eye to eye on this and I'm also objectively better at reading these stories and understanding#the characters but I still hope you'll have a nice day#as good karma or something#I'm currently still on that dopamine high from writing this i think it's obvious#best mood I've been in in ages I love talking about wataei#okay good I'll conclude the tags I've already stretched this post out so far i might as well spare the poor tag reader#but then again if you have read the post this far what's a few more tags to you#I really like the fact that the real bluebird is a dove it's soooooooo#it's good it's really good in the overall context#wataei#eichi tenshouin#hibiki wataru
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Iâve officially gone to Comic Con yesterday n yall it was soooooo funđâ ïžđâ ïžđ
Literally everyone is so nice (w an exception of some weirdos but I honestly just think they donât know how to talk to girls)!! Iâve literally been dreaming of that day since I was a kid and it was everything I imagined and more <3333
#soft flex#but#ppl said I was the best Miguel OâHara#someone asked me to take a video n wish their friend a hb omfg#got interviewed as well#im famousness now#yall better put some respect on my name#maybe Iâll share pictures#(face reveal đź?)
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#Ash Ketchum#Pokemon Best Wishes#Satoshi#Pikachu#PokeAni#pkmnart#I can take better pictures of my old art!!#old art#my colour art#chibi
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Sculpted my grandmother an apple in 1:3 scale and it was like watching a schoolgirl come back to life in a 90-year-old woman she was so tickled
#ghost posts#ghost art#minatures#polymer clay#i wanted to make it larger bc her eyesight is weakening#and her hands are having trouble holding smaller things#so something she can enjoy for longer#usually I sculpt in 1:6 scale#it fit perfectly in the hand of my American girl doll which was fun#sheâs been commenting on the apples Iâve been sculpting all week so wanted to give her one to take home with her#i wish the pictures did it better justice bc there are so many brushstrokes on that sucker#and the leaf has veins
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they call me mr really bad at takin pictures cause. heh. well. lets jusr say.
#im scared to take pictures in public i feel rude. I WISH I GOT A BETTER ONE THAT GUN WAS SO PRETTY#finished testing. left school at 10:30. immediately went to gun shop . i love america
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A remake of this drawing I did a while ago, but out of paper! My first time trying something like this, it was fun!
#The light pink is a bit too peach but eh it's whatever#Wish I knew how to take better pictures bc you can't tell how glittery it is irl!#The white is glitter paper and the pinks are shimmer paper#hazbin hotel#valentino#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin valentino#Luci's art tag
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It was pretty insane seeing the northern lights last night in the UK. And it will be visible again tonight apparently!
#this world can be so beautiful....#also a police car was driving so close to me yesterday when i went out to take photos#maybe they wanted to find a nice picture spot with me#pfft yeah right#anyways deleting this later#i wish i had a better camera to take pics with#what if i drew my zora oc seeing the northern lights for the first time.....omg#northern lights
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#sleep token#here is a thing#there are certain moments when Vessel looks.. no he rather feels.. small#i mean his.. aura? presence? but not in the non-captivating way but as in an emotionally vulnerable way#i don't really have the words to describe this but just like on this picture#bear with me for a minute because this is either gonna sound completely unhinged or make some sort of sense#it's probably just me having a little more time on my hand than i should and just want to see things but..#sometimes he feels so present in a here-i-am as-i-am take-me-as-you-will this-is-all-i-am i-can't-give-more-nor-less it's-just-me sorta way#he feels so human in the rawest sense possible and yet so deep in character maybe even more so than when he creatures or teefs and all#like.. he is just vessel in it's simplicity and without the 'divine' if you will.. simply just vessel#in his barest of existance#a shadow of someone who used to be but not quite anymore#he is in pieces and it is willingly laid bare under the mask and all that bodypaint oh so clear to see for anyone#and that is not the outstreched hand of you-are-not-alone but the outstreched soul that cries you-can-find-yourself-in-me#and that is what i find so heartbreaking about him#this kind if raw openness because the lore says vessel is a conduit for sleep#for us vessel (and the the others) is the conduit of our emotions#and he is there somewhere inbetween the truths#just him a simple human being who sometimes seems to wish not to be human which makes him more human than anything#and that is what i can't describe better than 'sometimes he feels small' and at time even maybe makes me cry a little
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I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever
#we should do everything together everything should be parallel play#and then when we go our separate ways at the end of the day I want to still email him things#like pictures of succulents and a glimpse under the amazon river#I want to email him pbs eons videos#I can show him coffee shop vlogs and ask âis this uâ#in person Iâd mostly let him do the talking and decide what to do#take me down the most intimidating alley on a whim after you said we were just buying lunch pls#I want to eat lunch with him so bad đđđđ#itâd be kind of awkward though bc he wouldnât be eating anything heâd just be sipping his coffee#being with Kaneki is the ultimate dream I wanna see his morning irritation I want to be pleasantly startled by him with his quiet footsteps#& get to ask him about what heâs reading#or how his training is going#or whatever heâs doing#I would ask him how heâd rate vacuuming out of 10 and if he gives it below a 5 will vacuum his house#I feel like heâd lie though and say he likes doing every kind of work just to stop others from doing it#unless he wasnât in a state where heâs able to actively think about others like that#he should stop doing things and jsut relax imagine taking him on a nice tour trip up mount Fuji that would b nice#stay in a cabin make a snowman clap for him when he skis#he was so good at skiing in the TG calendar?!?? who taught him to ski#did he read âidiots guide to skiingâ a day before and absorb all the knowledge like a sponge#heâs so smart. I wish I was smart. or at least smart in an applicable way#I want to try harder but I kind of canât#or I get sort of frozen by something and canât find a way forward unless I scurry around it (no one wants u to do this)#I love Kaneki heâs both literally and kind of metaphorically half human and I am too so if we combine weâll have the power of one full human#we can be human if we stand close enough together#idk he might not want to stand next to me tho he has better options#kaneki time
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