#jingle bells playing as sirens blare in the distance

[inkedmyths]

Well. Those sure are Fest results, huh.

...Anyways, anyone know if we have Frostyfest next month—

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the no-harm list| kty

Prompt: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the Crime Lord’s son, and you have just joined the No-Harm List.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Mafia 

Word Count: 1660/ One-Shot

Date Posted: 5/18/2020

Warnings: Violence, death, blood and gore 

Rating: M

It was a typical afternoon in Tucknott City. The loud shots of gunfire, slicing through the air in the distance, police sirens blaring as their vehicles race down crowded streets, and the usual exhausted expression plastered across citizens' faces as they bypass one another, dreading the experience of living in a vile place like Tucknott. 

Believe it or not, Tucknott was once a lively city. Musicians on every street corner, markets booming with fresh fruits and vegetables, and children playing on the playgrounds. A city that was once a habitable place to raise a family now plagued with organized crime and gang war.

Once the death toll of residents reached an all-time high, people were evacuating Tucknott by the hundreds, deciding to raise their families any other place but here. 

But for those like yourself, with a minimum wage job that barely paid the bills, and school that left you in debt, you had no other choice but to try your luck in the city and simply pray you'd wake up to see another day. 

...

Working your corner-store job, you sit behind the counter, pencil tapping agitatedly against your open textbook, mind riddled with utter confusion as the unanswered math equation tautly stairs back at you. It was moments like these that made you want to drop out of school; hell, you even considered quitting your barely minimum wage job to become a stripper, making just enough to pack up and leave this godforsaken town. Too bad your parents raised you to have morals, or you'd already be on an oiled down pole in some sleazy club. 

The bells hanging from the entrance door jingles, alerting that a customer has entered the shop. "Welcome to Steve's Convenience Store," You announce boringly for the 100th time today, sliding off your stool to stand and greet the guest. 

"Ma'am, please help me!" A boy, no older than 7, stops in front of the counter, frantic. His black hair glistening with sweat, thick blood streaming down his face as his chest heaves heavily, gasping for air. "T-they want to kill me!" His brown eyes wide in fright, small body uncontrollably trembling. 

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down " You assure, body moving from behind the counter. "Who? Who is trying to kill you?" You place a soothing hand on the boy's shoulder, hoping to ease his shivering frame. 

"T-the Triple Threats, they're chasing after me." He manages to say through a stuttering dry throat. 

Your heart sinks as soon as the boy mentions the name. The Triple Threats weren't just some petty group of thieves, they were mafia and also the cause of this city's spiraling turmoil. It was apparent this kid was in grave danger, and soon, you would be as well. 

With no time to think, you grab the boy by the hand and rush him to the back of the store. "Hide in here. Without a keycode, they can't get in." You quickly finger the 5 digit pin, unlocking the door to the freezer. "It's a little cold, but I'll come back for you." You fumble the jacket off your body, wrapping it around the boy's shoulders for comfort and warmth. 

"W-wait!" His small hands grip onto your uniform shirt, eyes glossed with fear "W-what about you?" 

Right. What about you? What exactly was your plan? With everything happening so fast, you had no idea what would happen next. Still, you muster a courageous smile, assuring the child. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." You say, fighting back the nerves and anxieties swirling within you.

The child nods, taking a step back, allowing you to slam the metal door shut. "Okay," You breathe out an airy sigh as you manage to the font of the store.

With the rush of panic coursing through your nerves, heart-wrenching thump dances within your chest, breath becoming uneasy and body shaking in place, you can only pray that the Triple Threat Mafia don't walk through the door. 

Unfortunately, the sound of the front door bell's jingle again. Five men, dressed in black suits with red ties, parade into the shop, knives, and guns in their hands.

"W-welcome to Steve's Convenience Store," You announce shakingly, holding back the terror riddled within your body. 

"Where is he?! Where is the little shit?!" The man you assume to be the group leader spits angrily as he takes authoritative steps towards you. His sizeable round body towering over your frame, his jaw clenched angrily, displaying a row of yellow stained teeth.

"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about..." 

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, BITCH!" His booming voice yells, hot saliva slapping across your face. "We saw him run in here!" His meaty hand reaching for his slacks, pulling out a polished black handgun. "Either you're gonna tell us where the little bastard is..." He cocks the weapon threateningly with a hard clank. "Or my bullet is gonna find a new home in your head." The gun now firmly pressed between your eyebrows. 

Your heart stops. 

Your blood runs cold.

 Your body feels incredibly heavy. 

This was it; this was the moment you were going to die. Your many years in this godforsaken city would finally come to an end... but is that what you wanted? To die? 

Maybe you should hand the boy over? Even in this damn city, you had so much you want to live for. Graduating, getting married, starting a family of your own, you'd be able to do all the things you wanted, and all you had to do was get the boy from the freezer. 

What would you do? 

What would you decide?

"I already told you...," You swallow down the anxious lump that grew in the back of your throat, hands nervously clutching into tight fists. "I don't know what you're talking about." As soon as the words left your  lips, you knew you made the right decision. It is a decision that meant sacrificing your life to save another, and knowing that, you could leave this world without any regrets. 

"Tch," The mafia man groans at your statement. "You stupid bitch." Unremorfuly, he cocks his gun, seconds away from pulling the trigger. "Now, you die." 

Your teeth grit into the flesh of your lip, eyes slamming shut, allowing the memories of your friends and family to plague your mind. Your heart drops at the thought of them depressed and mourning your death. You wish you could apologize for this, to tell them not to worry, that your final moments on this earth were spent thinking of them...

Bang! 

Your body flinches at the loud pop ringing within your ears, soon followed with the sensation of warm, thick liquid splattering across your face. 

Bang! 

Bang! 

Bang!

Bang! 

As the loud shots of gunfire continue, your tense body remains frozen, eyes plastered shut, afraid to make any sudden movements. 

"WHERE IS HE?" You hear a man yell desperately, his large palms tightly gripping hold of your shoulders, shaking your hazed brain awake. "Where is my son?!" 

Still terrified, You slowly open your  eyes. A male with wavy black hair, honey skin, and piercing jet eyes, staring relentlessly into yours. Your lashes flutter, ears still ringing with white noise as you try and process the reality of the situation.

You were still alive. 

"Answer me, please!" His deep voice ripping through the air. "Where is my son?!" He yells again, voice shaken with fright.  

You looked past the male, observing the pile of dead bodies lying in a pool for their own blood. A horrific scene you had only seen in horror and action movies. Which could now never compare to the real thing. 

It was him, he was the one that did this. Killing every single man that threatened to take the life of his son. Realizing it was now safe, your shaken finger points to the back of the store. "I- I hid him in the freezer," You stutter through a dry throat.

The male releases his hold on you, tightening his lips into a line while huffing out a breath. "I'm sorry for being rough with you." He takes a step back, casually walking over the dead mafia littered across the floor. "Could you please take me to my son?" 

Unable to fully process the situation, you slowly nod, making way to the back of the store. As soon as your fingers enter the passcode, the metal door opens, revealing a terrified boy crouched down with hands over his ears.

"Beakhyun!" The man that saved your life crouches down to embrace his son. 

The boy opens his eyes, the moment he realizes he's safe, he jumps into his father's arms. "Daddy!" He yells, smile gleaming from ear to ear. 

The male picks up his son, carrying the boy on his hip, only to face you. "You risked your life to protect my son." His thick brows furrowed thoughtfully. "And for that, I indebt my life to you." 

Finally, the cloud that once fogged your scattered brain brought you back to reality, now fully able to process the situation that just took place. "I-I, uh..." Stuttering, you were unable to find the words to say. One moment you were seconds away from death, and now a handsome young father with a silver pistol hanging off his hip was thanking you. "I-it was the right thing to do." A heavy breath exhales your lips in a mutter.

The handsome young father chuckles, finding your comment amusing. "You speak as though your bravery shouldn't be praised." Placing his son on the ground, the male walks towards you. His thin black suit splattered with the tasteful blood of his enemies. "I am Kim Taehyung, leader of the Red Blood Mafia. And you, my dear girl...," His lean body now towering over your own as his palm cups the side of your cheek, thumb swiping away splattered blood. "Have just joined my, No Harm, list."