#words betray me. i am. speechless. the thing i wish everyone in this stupid show had been

[krytus]

they really thought they were doing something with the ezran speech/claudia fight aaron ehasz really said yeah render that shit its gonna get us an emmy for sure

[vikingsarememes]

His True Wife

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Main Characters: Hvitserk Ragnarsson, Reader.

Characters Mentioned: Ivar the Boneless, Orignal characters, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Bjorn Ironside 

Summary: Hvitserk’s conflicted with the two roads he’s standing in between, so you are and the two of you are trying to figure it out together, also it’s time for you to remind your friend how’s its like to do things on his own.

Word Count:   1421

A/N: none

warnings: none

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Four days since you’ve learned the news, nothing was the same again, he was alive, he didn’t break his promise, he’s gathering an army to return for you! But if he returns, his brothers will kill him! Bjorn already made his mind, Ivar is a monster and Ubbe… Ubbe will most likely side with Bjorn and Hvitserk, oh poor Hvitserk, four nights he barely had any sleep, nightmares kept him awake, his constant struggle of not knowing what to do, on one hand, Ivar killed his wife, burned her alive, on the other, he’s his little brother that despite all still love.

You weren’t any better either, just when you were ready to move on, he’s back into your life, just when you thought you forgot about him, his name is mentioned and your stomach was filled with butterflies like a stupid maiden in love!

“I wish to start practicing again”  Hvitserk informed while the two of you laid on the bed “what for?” you asked, gazing at your roof “kill Ivar, it’s the right thing to do, don’t you agree?” you took a deep breath and looked at him “I don’t know Hvitserk, I know I always seem to have an answer, but on this matter I’m clueless, I want him hurt, yet, I want him to be safe, it doesn’t make sense, but I hope Odin will guide me when I meet him if I meet him” he didn’t seem quite satisfied with your answer “tell me, what was special about Ivar, that he had but I didn’t, from all the men of Kattegat, why him?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Hvitserk!” you warned, he didn’t like your answer this time as well “tell me if it comes to a fight between him and I, who would you be rooting for?” he insisted but you said nothing, you cursed Ubbe and Bjorn for telling him, the two of you were good on your own, distant from everything else, “I told you, I don’t wish to take sides, both ways I’ll lose!” he shook his head no and looked at you “how far are you involve with him? He left you, he hurt me, he betrayed our brothers and tortured our people, tell me, what kind of feelings do you have towards this monster that makes you forget all about those things, that you actually consider having him back?”

Hvitserk was angry but not from you, mostly from himself, because to him, this decision wasn’t as easy as to Ubbe or even Bjorn, you were the only other person who couldn’t decide as easy as they did, you were the only person who still had feelings for him “Hvitserk enough!” you roared “I don’t know! Alright? I loved the man! He’s a monster I’m aware! But he also is my love! I don’t know how to feel about him! And yelling at me about it will not help either of us! Now please, change the subject!” you yelled.

The man that was just screaming at you for answers looked at you somehow scared, he crawled to himself, you forgot that he wasn’t fully alright, that to him, you were his safe haven, the one person who’d never yell at him or get mad at him, the one person he hadn’t disappoint yet, you tried to hold him but he moved out of your reach “I’m sorry, this is as stressful for me as it’s for you, there’s a lot you aren’t aware of, that I can’t say, please forgive me Hvitserk" you pleaded, but received no answer from him, did you just ruin everything you worked on for the past few months for a stupid argument about Ivar the boneless who wasn't even here?

"We had a thing, him and I, we weren't just friends, we lived the days of our lives together, filled with love and laughter, I miss him so much when he left I felt my heart started breaking into limitless pieces, but then I learned you were here, still, alive and well, somehow, all the pain was suddenly bearable, you healed me Hvitserk, I don't say it but you rescued me, from me, from my own ghosts, and until we have to face the problem I wish if we ignored it, I don't want to fight you, no, I don't wish to upset you neither," you said softly, hoping it would somehow erase his memory and fix what you just did.

"tomorrow, I wish to return to my old hut, I would like to stay in Kattegat for his arrival" Hvitserk mumbled, you looked at him in disbelief "you want to leave me?" he shook his head no "I want to protect you if he returns and we lose the war, if he finds me here, he'll hurt you, I wish you no harm Y/N, not after everything that you did to me" you huffed angrily “I’m so sick and tired of you Ragnarssons thinking I need your protection! Just because I’m no shieldmaiden that doesn’t mean I can’t fend for myself! Do you want to go? Fine! Go! Just like everyone else!” you gave him your back.

Tears fell down your cheeks, Hvitserk wanted to go and leave you all alone again, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t even cry, you just let your tears fall down while pretending to be asleep, Hvitserk on the other hand, he was speechless, you couldn’t sleep that night, neither could he from all the tossing, you eventually felt him getting up, you thought he’d leave the bed, but a few seconds later, he slipped between your arms and held onto you as if his life was counting on it, you opened your eyes and looked at him “I’m sorry, I will not leave you” you nodded and placed a little kiss on his forehead “it’s alright love, now let’s sleep and hope for a better tomorrow” you whispered, he nodded.

The two of you stayed in bed late, not because you were tired, no, because neither had the energy to face the day.

Days had passed, Ivar was forgotten once again if it wasn’t for Hvitserk’s early morning practice he only practiced when you were asleep or had work away from him, he didn’t want to upset you by making you feel how real all of this was, you admired how thoughtful he was, but today was different,  well, today Hvitserk was going to the city with Jenivie, Elizabeth and Trys, without you, he’ll meet his brothers, he’ll be on his own for the first time since forever and it terrified you, it showed, when he was telling you goodbye you basically mothered the man.

“Don’t be late, stay where the girls can see you if anything happens return at once! And don’t go anywhere near ale or mushroom! Don’t start fights with your brothers, if anything upsets you tell the girls to take you back here” you reminded, he chuckled “even Aslaug didn’t tell me this many things!” you whined “Hvitserk! I’m serious! Promise!” he nodded “Y/N, I promise I’ll return safe and just as you sent me” he assured you, you hugged him, holding onto him, he hugged you back “Y/N, if you keep holding me like this, I will be late,” he said whining, you eventually let go of him, he hopped on the back of the cart, Jenivie next to him “look after him, ladies!” you shouted as the cart started moving.

You were left to attend some business with Thoman, explaining your idea for expending the farm even more, and how it’s important to bring more hands to work, Thoman was now given more responsibilities that you trust him, Thoronssons were willing to sell you more of their land, that meant you’ll be running two farms instead of one, bigger than your father ever dared to dream.

When the night fell, you dined alone, Hvitserk would be back in the morning with the three girls, and until then you had the hut for yourself, a strange feeling that you hadn’t experienced in a while, as a matter of fact, you missed having Hvitserk around, even if it was only a few hours separating you, it felt bizarre not to be by his side, you were alone or at least that’s what you thought, before the door was knocked, twice, your heartbeat started to race, you took hesitant steps, slow, you gulped, your hands were shaking as you opened the door “You!”

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[bangtan-yeonghon]

Oath | Ch.23.2 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

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Word count: 4,644

A/N: I am so pleased with how this one turned out. Although I am not so sure about the ending, I might not like it in a day or two, but I really wanted to post it so I had to go with this. As always, thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoy this part as well, and have a great day/ evening! ^^

D-DAY

"So you're finally showing your real face..." Jimin's low voice scared the life out of you. "Traitor," the disgust in his voice was triggering you somehow.

"I'm not..." you were too panicked to even make a sentence.

It was as if ever since Jungkook showed up everything turned upside down for you within the group. Everyone kept pushing you away from him, accusing you of stuff you did not do, doubting your loyalty, and always keeping you under their radar. It was exhausting.

"You're not what? So you want to tell me you weren't thinking of running away just now?" he was taking slow steps towards you, crushing the grass under his boots. "I'm not Taehyung, Y/N, you can't fool me with your pretty eyes and sweet words. I can see right through your bullshit."

"It's not bullshit!" you raised your voice.

"Hmph. You keep going against my words. You must really have a death wish or something. Where is all this confidence coming from, huh?" he was standing right in front of you, both frowning at each other. "Maybe if you kept your mouth shut every now and then it would have been better. I see Taehyung already had a say in this and I'm glad he did. You needed to be taught a lesson, and you got a good one I see. You better behave now."

"I am not a dog, Jimin!"

"Still at it, huh? Maybe you need another round. Should I force you to go down there again? I can do it with no problem."

"Keep your hands off of me," you slapped his arms away. "Remember that I'm also a member of this group! I'll not betray the family so stop with this fake heroic act of making me the bad one here. I swear to God you seem like a totally different person at times. I really don't know what your problem is, but don't drag me in it. I can't believe I used to consider you my friend, Jimin."

"You've become quite the arrogant one, Y/N. That was before you went there and helped that piece of shit. Have you ever seen us do that? No. Did anyone tell you to? No. Have you asked for permission at least? You haven't, you just acted on your own, like a thief in the dark, even after everyone told you not to go near this place."

"He could have helped us. He can help us!"

"He won't!! Are you fucking blind or just plain stupid? He is one of Black Tiger's men, the only thing he will do is destroy us! Get that in your head!"

"I'm not a traitor, Jimin!"

"Then don't act like one!"

"Excuse me for trying my best to help and for risking my life for this group!"

"It was you who chose this life! Don't play the victim!"

"Then would you have let me go that day? Just like that?"

"Probably not," he smirked.

"Exactly as I thought. There already was no going back for me, so why not try to integrate instead. My life outside this group was already a mess anyways. I had nothing to lose."

"Playing the brave girl like always...fine, have it your way, but one day you'll come to regret all of this."

"I'll take care of that!" you walked past him.

"Mark my words, Y/N, stop playing with fire or you'll get hurt!" his screams were echoing through the forest.

Your mind was clouded by all kinds of thoughts  now. How could Jimin help you in a job one day while acting as a friend and the next day turn into the coldest person, threatening you. Maybe this is how this world was: full of two face people, betrayal, and danger. Taehyung was even worse: it was as if he had several different personalities, going from sweet and loving to dark and seductive or to scarry really quick. Maybe this was the secret to his charm. He would make you feel secure and then shake the earth under your feet like it was nothing. His ever changing personality was draining you at times.

But with Jungkook it was different; it was like a walk on an isolated, pristine beach somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a place where your soul is at peace and everything feels warm and secure. It was not the kind that would enchant you like Taehyung's, but rather something that dragged you into it without even noticing.

You were slowly making your way up to your room when your eyes stopped on the feet of a man standing still at the end of the stairs, just like he was waiting for you.

"You're full of surprises, Y/N."

"Hoseok..." fear was covering you in its cold touch once again.

"This is the what? Third time you go against Taehyung's word? You got nerve, I give you that. But use it wisely, princess, we don't want any more lying bodies on the halls of this house. You are a special case for Taehyung, I could see that, not many escaped his rage outbursts. Everyone has their eyes on you now, Y/N. Helping a traitor is not something we do."

"Why can't anyone see that I am not helping him, but trying to get some info."

"Even so, that's not out way. You want info, you apply pressure where it hurts until he opens his mouth."

"What if he dies? You can't get anything out of a dead man. He could really die there."

"Not your business."

You were out of words. It seems like anything you said was not good enough, and was only making things worse.

"Take my advice: don't test Taehyung's limits. You need to make a decision, a clear one."

"I-"

"No need to tell me anything, I don't care. But whatever you do, you must take the responsibility for it. I think you know what that means. That's all I wanted to say," he was about to leave when you spoke again.

"I'm not a traitor..." your voice was soft, cracking a bit as your throat felt sore.

"Words are just words, Y/N, actions speak louder. Not to say that that's exactly what a traitor would say. You took a wrong step, fix that first, don't just throw excuses everywhere. That's how you survive."

He left right after finishing his sentence, leaving you speechless. You peeked at your left, worrying that Yoongi would come out of his office and scold you as well. He was the one you feared the most, since you put your life in his hands in exchange for a spot in the group. You took another step and looked around. Nobody was there. You moved your feet as quickly and quietly as you could and went straight to your room, sighing in relief once you leaned your back against the closed door. Your feet lost their strength so you collapsed to the floor as tears ran down your cheeks.

"How does that feel like, Jungkookie?" Taehyung spoke in a low tone, heading towards his victim. "How hoes betrayal feel like?" he spoke with an evil smile on his face. He had the eyes of a crazy man when Jungkook started laughing.

"I wouldn't know," he said. "Y/N never failed me...but it seems you can't say the same thing," he chuckled.

"Oh, seems our Jungkookie still has the energy to speak," he dug his nails into his wound, making him scream at the top of his lungs. "This is fun. Let's see how long you can keep it going, Jeon Jungkook."

"This...won't change a thing. Y/N...she's not yours," another scream filled the room.

"I just showed you she is. Still can't realize you'll never get her back? She even remembered you and still here you are. Alone! Abandoned! Forgotten! Left behind!"

"You don't know her. You think you do...but you don't. And you already made a big mistake...She already came back to me."

Taehyung grabbed his jaw, eyes digging into his as he squeezed it as hard as he could. Jungkook smirked.

"What's happening here? Having fun on your own?" Jimin chuckled from behind.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung turned to him.

"Came to visit an old..."friend". Long time no see, Jungkookie," he was standing right next to Taehyung, examining Jungkook's face. "You don't look  too well. Oh, you even got a bullet. The shoulder? Really Taehyung? I thought you'd be better at this."

"That wasn't me."

"Then?" he faced Jungkook with a smile. "Aah! Y/N...So that's why she was trembling like a leaf a few minutes ago."

"You met her?!"

"Yeah, she was standing outside looking like a ghost with that white shirt and everything. Wait a second...where is your shirt?"

"I gave it to her."

"What did you three do here?" he chuckled. "You perverted freaks, you should've called me too!"

"Shut you stupid mouth!" Jungkook growled before spitting some blood on Jimin's shoes.

"You piece of shit!!" his hand flew to his neck. "Those were new!"

Taehyung pulled his arm and pushed him back a little gaining an angry and confused face from Jimin.

"What the fuck, Tae?!"

"For the 1st time...I agree with him. Watch your mouth, Jimin."

"That bitch got you all under her spell," he scoffed. "Do you even know she wanted to run away just now, Taehyung?"

"What?"

"You heard me! She was about to start running when I caught her. You should've seen the look on her face," he laughed.

"Where is she now?" Taehyung grabbed him by the collar.

"How am I supposed to know? She was heading towards the house. I gave her quite the scare, hope she didn't actually run away. Though I wouldn't mind it," he glanced at Jungkook. "She reached her purpose."

"Park Jimin!"

"What?!"

They were both clenching their jaws, almost as if they were both trying hard not to throw a great punch at each other. Jungkook was breathing heavily, fighting not to lose conscience even though he was on the edge of fainting.

"You and I will have a talk later. Keep an eye on him!" Taehyung released him and walked towards the door.

"Since when are you in charge here, Taehyung, giving orders and everything?"

"Are you really going to be like this?!"

"Don't worry, I wanted to have my moment with him anyways. Go to your beloved Y/N before she does anything stupid again and gets herself killed."

He ran up the stairs, jumping some as he went, desperate to find you. If you really ran away, that would be the end. Nobody could leave the group without Yoongi's permission. And that hardly happened. You would end up on a chair next to Jungkook, or with a bullet straight to your head.

"Jimin...if you did something to Y/N..."

"What will you do? Take a better look at yourself," he crouched in front of Jungkook. "You can't do anything right now. So how about this: you tell me what I need to hear, and I'll promise not to kill you."

"Fuck off..."

Jimin laughed and pulled Jungkook's hair back, making him groan in pain.

"Listen, kid, I'm kinda tired and have no time for bullshit. Y/N shot you, huh? So she really forgot about you...at least she wasn't faking that one. Let me tell you a funny story. She kinda turned me on when she came to my room acting all tough and shit. Tae, that bastard, ruined the moment though. What a waste...I could've made her scream louder."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he spoke slowly, barely even keeping his eyes open.

"Oh they fucked right after that. Quite the romantic type, Taehyung. He put music and shit thinking I won't hear anything. I would've joined them, but he locked the door. That was quite the turn on. Damn, I could have jerked off to that."

"Shut the fuck up..."

"I wonder if she moaned so much when you fucked her. Wait...did you even do it?"

"You're sick..."

"Oh, poor Jungkookie, that's why she must've forgotten you so easily."

"Is that why you can't get a girl?"

"There we go. That's the spirit," he punched him in the stomach. "This is getting fun. Do make me angry. I love a good fight."

"This...is not even...a fair fight."

"Nor was it back then at the docks. But that didn't seem to bother you."

"You know shit...about me..."

"I know just enough. Now, if you care to share, please do. Start with...uhm...everything about Namjoon's group. Wait, YOUR group, forgot for a second you're one of his dogs."

"Let Y/N go first..."

"Nope. Not gonna happen."

"You said...she's already done...her part," it was hard for him to speak; he was swallowing and breathing in between words, breaking the sentence into small pieces. "Let her go..."

"What part of "no" is so hard to understand? She is a member of the family now, no going back. And she can be quite useful at times, you know. Not the innocent girl you once thought she was. Did you see her at Namjoon's hotel? Oh wait, you shot her! What a drama! Tragic!" he smiled as Jungkook just stared at him. "It really breaks my heart! And now she shot you. Oh, I almost cried!"

"Fuck off, Park Jimin."

"Ah, this is really fun! Do you know how long I waited for this moment? And I thought I lost you in that car accident...too bad Namjoon got there first. But then again, all of this wouldn't have happened. Aah..." he yawned. "Seems like I'm getting tired. Well, I guess this is it for today....too bad, I wanted to play more. Don't worry though, I'll be back."

He left the room, turning off the lights before locking the door. In the deep darkness Jungkook's cries of pain and deep sights were the only sign of a living person being there. His body was slowly reaching its limits. It did not take long for him to fall unconscious and escape from the growing pain.

You heard footsteps coming towards you room at a fast pace and stood up and away from the door right before Taehyung barged in. Your pulse went through the roof at the sight. He was looking at you while out of breath from all the running and you were doing the same thing, not knowing what to expect. You did exactly as he wanted, why did he look so desperate? He pushed his body forward without saying anything, making you think he was about to hit you. And just when you closed your eyes in fear, you felt his arms wrapping around you so tightly it was hard to move.

"You didn't run anyway. You're here!" he released you from his embrace and brushed your hair. "Never run away, Y/N!"

"I won't..."

"But you wanted to."

You looked at him, not able to say anything. Jimin must have told him.

"If there's any place you want to go tell me and I'll take you there."

"There isn't..."

"Then don't do anything stupid," he noticed his shirt was painted red by the blood that was still rushing from your wound. Now that the rage faded away, he felt bad for making you go through pain again. "Take the shirt off, I need to see what's happening with your wound."

You sat in silence on the edge of the bed as he did his job. You were both calm, as if nothing had happened half an hour ago. When he was done he placed a kiss on your shoulder and helped you put a shirt on. Everything seemed good, only that you kept your head down, avoiding his eyes, as if guilt and anger played with your soul.

"You seem tired. You should rest, Y/N. I'll tell the boys to get you something to eat."

You gave a short, soft nod and he left, giving you the space you wanted. It took only a couple of minutes for you to fall asleep, finally giving your brain some rest.

"Oh, Taehyung, come to my office for a bit. I have something to tell you," Yoongi said just when Taehyung was closing the door to your room. Hoseok and Jimin were with him already.

"What's happening?" Hoseok said.

Yoongi handed him a fancy looking card that looked like an invitation to an important event. He read it out loud for the others to hear as well.

"Seems like you have quite the interest in me, Min Yoongi.

I appreciate your efforts of planting bugs in my office. Quite the thrilling experience, I admit.

If you're so eager to find things about me, how about we meet face to face?

10 PM tonight, Club 9.

And don't try anything funny. We wouldn't want our first meeting to turn into a bloodbath, would we?

Your beloved,

Kim Namjoon"

"This bitch is crazy," Hoseok started to laugh. "Hyung, what are you going to do?"

"We're going to do exactly as he says."

"What?"

Yoongi was smirking behind his desk.

"If he wants us to go there, we will. It's part of his game. And I already know what he's after."

"Jungkook..." Taehyung mumbled.

"Bingo! We have something he wants. And he's scared of what Jungkook would say now that he met Y/N too. That means he'll try to trade him for something. That is what makes me play his game."

"What if he has other plans? We can't just go there like this," Hoseok said.

"I'll have to take the risk."

"Shall we take some men with us, then?"

"You two are enough," he pointed to him and Taehyung. "He said no bloodbath, and I don't think he'd try anything there. Jimin I want you to stay with Jungkook, just in case. Get the boys to guard the house too."

"Got it!" Jimin nodded.

"You should all go and sleep...it's going to be a long night."

In no time darkness took over the city, clearing the stage for all the felons to do their thing. Yoongi was going over the plan for the night again with Hoseok, Jimin was already heading towards Jungkook and Taehyung towards your room. Your head moved in the direction of the door just as he entered.

"Oh, you're up. I thought you'd still be sleeping."

"I woke up a few minutes ago."

He sat on the bed next to you and caressed your face with his left hand.

"We have a job."

"Now?"

"Yeah...Namjoon..." your eyes grew wide at the sound of his name. "said to meet him at Club 9."

"No..."

"It's ok, Y/N, Yoongi thinks he won't make a move there."

"I'll get ready," you were about to get out of bed when he pushed you back in.

"No, Y/N, you're not coming. We can't afford having you there. Especially with that wound on your shoulder."

"But..."

"No excuses."

You looked at him, tears filling your eyes.

"Please be careful..."

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't die so easily."

He looked at the clock and stood up, heading towards the door.

"Oh, one more thing...In order for things like that one earlier not to happen again while we're out I'll lock the door."

"What?"

"You have some food here and I'll leave the key to one of the guys in case you want to go to the bathroom."

"No, Taehyung!"

"I'll be back soon," just like that he closed the door, the sound of the lock making you jump out of bed and right at the handle.

"No! Taehyung!! Don't do this, please! Kim Taehyung!!" Your screams and bangs against the hard wood were heard throughout the whole floor and even downstairs.

"She didn't take it so well," Hoseok said.

"I wasn't expecting it either. Is the car ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

"Damn it!" you threw one last punch against the door.

You turned around and looked out the window. The sky was so clear that night. You heard the engine of their car getting lost in the distance. There was nothing to do now, you were trapped.

10:05 PM

They parked the car at the back of the club, the place designed for V.I.Ps, and followed the man send by Namjoon to escort them. The door opened to a rather large private room with black marble walls and no windows. There was a chandelier in the center of it, right above the table, with crystals hanging from it. Namjoon was leisurely sipping on some drink, sitting on the black leather sofa that seemed to go around the whole room in a "U" shape.

"The infamous Min Yoongi. I see you brought some friends along as well."

"I'd say the same thing," Yoongi looked at the men standing next to them.

"Oh, don't mind them, they don't bite..." his face turned dark "unless there is a reason for them to."

"You tamed them well, it seems." Yoongi smirked. "My boys tend to be quite wild, so I'd be careful."

"No need to. We are here to have a nice talk, aren't we. Come, take a seat!"

"What exactly made you send that card? I have a feeling it was not just because you wanted to see me."

Namjoon smiled. Yoongi was the kind of man he enjoyed having as an opponent. Playing with someone with his brains and skill was always fun.

"As expected, you didn't gain your name for nothing. I think one of my men is being held hostage and I'd quite want him back."

"Being held hostage is a harsh word considering he offered himself to us."

"He must have had his thoughts clouded by something, now I am sure he'd like to take that back."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He seemed quite keen to share information."

Namjoon clenched his jaw. He thought everything through for a second and then chuckled.

"Just a second, I need to make a phone call," he went out, leaving Yoongi and the boys to wonder what he had in mind.

"How's everything going?"

"We are ready, boss!"

"Good."

"We will go in at your word."

"Go ahead. Remember: find Jungkook and the girl. If you can't get both, each of them would do."

"Yes, boss!"

"Send me a message when you're done and wait for my call."

"Yes, boss!"

Namjoon came back in the room with one hand in his pocket and a proud smile on his face.

"I'm sorry for the interruption. Where were we?"

10: 30 PM

There were lights in the house and shadows moving behind the windows. A few men were smoking in front of the door. Except for that, everything seemed normal. That until gas bombs started flying through the windows, filling the room in a thick layer of smoke. Men wearing black costumes surrounded the house, taking down everyone they encountered as they searched for the two of you.

You jumped at the sound of glass breaking. You peeked out the window and saw smoke coming up. People were screaming, throwing things, and shooting guns downstairs, making you panic. The door was tightly shut, there was no going out. The window was not a good alternative either as the fall would most likely only hurt you more. You heard footsteps coming up followed by the metallic sound of something rolling across the floor and your heart stopped for a second. That was not good. You needed to go out fast. Door were being smashed open and more gas bombs were being thrown across the whole floor. One of them stopped right outside your door, filling your room with the dense smoke as you were trying to make a way out. The window was the only choice. You covered your nose and mouth trying to avoid it as best as you could, but by the time you managed to open the window your head was already spinning. Your feet lost strength, making you fall on your knees and then crash on your side. Your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, senses fading one by one. You tried to reach for the window again, but your hand fell numb on the floor.

Tae...Taehyung-ah... were your last thoughts before everything went black.

Loud bangs were filling the silence as someone was trying to kick open the door. After a few minutes the door flew open, making way for them to search it. They saw your body lying on the floor and one of them came to examine you. You were still breathing. He picked you up and rushed down to the van. Everything was done with such speed and precision that nobody would have had time to fight back. The gas would kick out a person in seconds, it was something Jin worked on for months.

"Jungkook?"

"No sign of him, sir."

"Damn it! Ok, get in the car!"

With the squealing sound of the wheels, the cars were getting lost in the depth of the night, the only thing left behind as a trace of their visit being broken glass and bodies laying on the floors.

"How about we strike a deal? You'll give us Jungkook back and I will grant you a place in our group," Namjoon said.

Yoongi looked at him with dead eyes.

"Ha!" Taehyung scoffed. "Is this bitch serious?!" he stood up from his seat, but was soon put in his place by Yoongi who grabbed his wrist.

"I don't think you get the picture, so let me clear this up for you a bit. I have no intention of working hand in hand with you or Black Tiger. You are the one on the losing side here."

"Are you willing to sacrifice your whole group then?"

"Don't underestimate my men."

"Fine, then. This was a one in a lifetime chance for you, guess it can't be helped now."

"Don't make plans so fast, Namjoon, the game is not over yet."

"You are so confident you'll win. But I'm not so sure things will go your way."

"We'll see about that."

Namjoon's phone buzzed right as Yoongi was getting up. A smile spread on his face as he read the message.

"We got the girl!"

"Now, if we're done here, I have other business to take care of."

"So soon? The party was only starting though."

He looked back at Namjoon who was holding his phone up.

"Say hello to your precious girl," he chuckled.

They took a closer look at the screen. You were in the back of a van with black strips of material covering your eyes, mouth, and rope wrapping around your wrists and legs.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Taehyung pulled out his gun and pointed it right at Namjoon's forehead as he laughed. Soon everyone followed, pointing their guns at each other. If he was to pull the trigger, so would the guy holding his pistol against Taehyung's head, and then Hoseok would blow that guy's brains out and so on.

"What are you doing now, Namjoon?" Yoongi spoke.

"An eye for an eye. That only seems fair, don't you think?"

"You cheated," Yoongi laughed. "Going behind my back. That's a low move."

"You would know better. Now, care to reconsider my offer?"

"You can go and fuck yourself. Did you really think I'd say yes?"

"Well it was worth the shot."

"I'll make you pay for this, just wait for it." He turned to Hoseok and Taehyung. "Let's go."

"I'm looking forward to that. Until then I'll keep the girl, although I don't know how long she'll hold out. The clock is ticking Yoongi, don't make me wait too much."

They left the room just as Namjoon took another sip of his drink, visibly satisfied by the outcome. Things were finally going his way.

11:00 PM - Y/N gets kidnapped.

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Integritale 29 - Words I Can’t Give You

''My dearest Serifa,

It's our first year anniversary today. Oh, how I wish you were here to celebrate it with me! I'd get you flowers and prepare you a romantic dinner...though I'd probably fail miserably. But, knowing you, you'd happily eat it and call it delicious anyway. That's the kind of person you were. God, how much I've missed you...

After you...''left'', I obviously cried a lot. Soon, everything went dark. All I remember is waking up in the hospital at New Home. Apparently, I had used up all my energy by pausing time without realising it. The ones that found me and took me there were the two Royal Guards that were after us. They saw me covered in your blood and got scared about me...even though skeletons don't bleed. Yeah, they aren't the smartest people.

Everyone was there at the hospital, worried about me. Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore. Since your body was destroyed by bones, they assumed I was the one that killed you. Well, technically, I was. They all congratulated me for ''killing the evil human and giving monsterkind the fifth human soul it needs so much''. Pretty ironic, huh? I was feeling horrible about what I did and what had happened, and there they were, being happy and praising me about it.

I got released from the hospital at the same day, but I didn't go to Snowdin, no matter how much I wanted to. See, Asgore, in celebration of the acquisition of the fifth human soul, decided to have a lot of ceremonies and parties. And, of course, as the ''hero that took us one step closer to freedom'', I had to be there as the honored guest. I'm not exaggerating when I'm telling you this, but it was one of the worst experiences in my life. Having to fake smiles and accept praise and congratulations, while on the inside, I was dead (no pun intended there, don't worry). I hadn't even come to terms with what happened, but I had to look happy. I just wanted to scream out and burst into tears. But that would only raise more questions that I was in no mood or state to answer. Thankfully, Papyrus didn't tell anyone about us either. It would complicate things and I wasn't prepared for that.

Asgore offered me a position as a Royal Guard after my ''heroic deeds''. Needless to say, I refused it. The last thing I wanted was to use your unfair death as a chance to climb up to a higher social status. Understandably, Papyrus was pissed off about that; he has been trying to get in the Royal Guard for his whole life and I straight up refused that chance I was so kindly given.

When I finally returned to Snowdin, I went straight to bed. Your scent was still there. I was -and still am- enamored with that scent. It felt like you were still with me and I longed for that. I didn't leave my room for about a week until Papyrus just came in and pulled me out with force, cleaning everything. I was angry at him at first, but I soon realised how worried he was for me. I hadn't walked, eaten or even talked for a whole week. No wonder he was trying to get me moving.

Unfortunately, it took a lot more than that to get me back on track. When my room was cleaned and your scent was vanished, I just had to accept it: you are gone for good. That's when depression really hit me. I was just lying on the couch all day, watching TV. Well, I wasn't watching, really. It was just an excuse for Papyrus not to bother me. I hate admitting this, but yes, even talking to my own brother felt tiring back then. I was longing for the time when he'd leave for training or for work, so I could cry on my own.

But it's thanks to Papyrus that I've managed to recover. To my surprise, he is way more mature than I thought. He was the one that asked Undyne to let me have a few days off work. And, when I would still refuse to go out, he convinced her that I was sick so that these ''free'' days would turn into weeks. After bombarding me with his over-energetic attempts to make me laugh, he soon realised I wanted to be left alone and didn't bother me with his usual shenanigans. He would only prepare me food that I would rarely eat and leave me to my thoughts.

However, that doesn't mean he wasn't there for me. Every day, when he would get back from work, he would sit on the couch, next to me. He'd simply ask if I wanted to talk and then he'd stay silent. Next to me, but silent. At first, I would rarely even respond to him. But, little by little, I was able to open up. My negative responses slowly turned into small discussions, which, in turn, transformed into talking about how I was feeling. And Papyrus would understand. He still thinks you hypnotised us, of course, but he does understand that, even if this is true, my feelings for you are real. Yes, Papyrus was there for me. He'd hug me when I cried and encourage me to get out. And, step by step, he succeeded.

I feel a lot better now. Of course, I still get depressed from time to time, especially on days like this one. But I'm getting over it. At first, I was mad at myself for that. Getting better felt like I was betraying you. I realised I had ended up making myself sad on purpose, just to prove that I still loved you. That was stupid of me. Love doesn't mean you have to get stuck in your sadness. Besides, you, yourself, wanted me to move on. And trust me, I'm trying and I'm slowly succeeding.

During our conversations, Papyrus asked me why I loved you so much. I thought I knew the answer, but I ended up speechless. I wasn't sure what to tell him. I mean, I did connect more with you during the whole time-repeating thing, but why did I fall in love with you in the first place? Was it your innocent smile? Was it your grace? Was it your integrity? I have no idea, honestly. In the end, I love you and that's what matters, right? Emotions are not meant to be explained by logic anyway.

I have a confession to make. Around a week ago, another human fell into the Underground. He sure picked a nice date to do that, so close to the time you showed up, as if he was a cruel reminder of you. Anyway, he was a young boy with glasses, holding a notebook and writing on it all the time. I wanted to try and help him. But, just before I went to meet him, I stopped. I was afraid. I mean, I tried to save you so many times and failed. How would I ever be able to save this boy in one try? I'd end  up connecting to him, becoming friends and then watch him die. I was not ready to live through that again.

However, that was only the surface of my emotions. There were some deeper motives for this which I only realised when that boy died. You see, imagine if I saved that boy. If I somehow managed to persuade Asgore to show mercy to him. What would happen then? Would I do it with every human that falls down here and deserves mercy? You deserved it too. But you died. Why should they live? It'd be so unfair for you. Not to mention that, if we don't get the souls we need, your sacrifice will go to waste. I won't allow that.

Yes, I know how dark these emotions are. I know that, from my experience with you, I was supposed to learn that we are doing things the wrong way. I did learn that. And trust me, I've grown as a person thanks to you. But, these emotions are stronger. We are so close now. We only need one more soul. One more soul, and you can finally rest in peace. Because I know your soul still lingers here, trapped in Asgore's castle. Once we use its power, your soul will finally be free. You'll join your mother and be happy. But that won't happen while you're in here. So, for you, I'll be the one to kill the seventh human. The moment I see them, I'll do it as quickly and painlessly as possible. And then you'll finally be free. All I ask from you is your forgiveness. I know you'd never agree to this way of thinking, but it's the only way I can help you now.

These are my inner demons, Serifa. I thought I had defeated them when you brought me back from madness. I hadn't. They showed up again when your other self visited me. Back then, I thought she was just a dream, but, after Alphys investigated your soul's properties, it turned out she was real. And she saved me. She saved my life and then talked some logic into me so that I would stop this never-ending circle I had put myself in. I am really grateful to both her and you. Because, even if I call her your ''other self'', she IS you. And you'd do the same in her position, I know it.

Again, I thought I had defeated my inner demons by killing you. They returned in the form of depression. And now that I'm getting better, they are back in the form of these cruel thoughts. I've realised something. Our inner demons never really go away. We can learn to control them a bit, but we never really defeat them. Even when you think they went away, they just come back in a different form. So, in the end, what we have to do is accept them. I have accepted that I'm not a saint. I have accepted that, like everyone, I have some evil in me. I have accepted that I'm not perfect, no matter how much I'd like to be. But, this is me. I have faced myself. I feel confident now. That is, truly, how I'm fulfilling your wish and moving on.

Wow, I did get philosophical there. I believe that's enough rambling from me. If my words somehow reach you, I want you to know: I am alright now. I still miss you like hell, I still love you endlessly. I'll probably never be able to love someone else the way I loved you again. You are my one and only sweetheart and I'd do anything to change your fate. In my dreams, we dance together every night. But I have accepted what happened and I'm moving on. So, when you're finally free to go to your mother in heaven, I want you to be ready to move on as well. Don't worry about me and don't leave any regrets behind. Promise me that, sweetheart.

If we ever get reborn in this world, I'll fall in love with you again.

Lots of love to you,

Sans''