#btsxbts

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Hoseok x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, BTS x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut. 

TW//mentions of accused mind manipulation/little space caused by trauma

—— Summery

Hoseok pleads your case to the rest of the guys, meanwhile you try to figure out when you can go back home.

——

previous//three//next

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean that we’re not letting it stay here. I don’t want it in our fucking house.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far, Taehyung? She’s a human being,” Hoseok says, annoyance clear in his voice.

“She’s the human being who faked her own death, broke your heart and left you behind with that awful family of hers. Then came back out of nowhere, only to kill someone right in front of the people who took your broken pieces and put you back together and now you’re asking us to let her into our home?” Taehyung raises his voice, almost yelling the question.

After last night's fiasco of who’s behind door number one, Taehyung went to sleep expecting to wake up to the girl tied up and ready to get thrown to the wolves. What he didn’t expect to see was his loved one’s listening to his Hobi asking if it was allowed to stay. Of course he didn’t agree and had to make his points very clear.

Hoseok sighs, “I know it doesn’t sound logical but you have to understand that this will be my only chance at closure. Tae, please,” he walks to his dongsaeng and grabs his hands, holding them delicately. 

“This is my Ha-Neul.” 

The younger’s eyes shoot up at that. “That’s not fair, this is a completely different story and you know that.”

“How is it different? You needed her to close that chapter of your life. I need Y/N to close mine.”

“Hannie didn’t have the skillset and connections to also end our lives, let’s start with that.”

Taehyung looks him in the eyes. “I’m just trying to protect us. There have been rumours going around surrounding an assassin-for-hire called Gemstone. I’m willing to bet it’s the same girl sleeping in one of our beds at this very second. Whoever you knew all those years ago is gone, she’s a threat now Hobi and I’m not comfortable with letting one even look at you guys. How do you think I feel about letting a threat stay in our home?”

“Shouldn’t we take her to Lee, before we decide on something that might not even be possible in the first place?” Jungkook asks. 

Yoongi nods and stands up from the table he was leaning on, he takes Hoseok’s hands from Taehyung, “I appreciate that you feel safe enough to share all that you have, but Jungkook is right. It’s one of the few rules the underground actually follows and you know this, doll.”

Hoseok’s face falls. “We’re really bringing her to Lee?”

“We have to, love,” Yoongi says. He cups Hoseok’s face in his hands and gives him a slow kiss, making sure that he knows this conversation was done for now. 

“Alright, let’s wake her up and take her to judgement day,” Jin says.

“Oh, she’s been up for quite awhile, took a shower, opened the door and has been looking for ways to escape for about as long as this conversation has been taking place,” Namjoon casually mentions while showing the footage on his tablet of Y/N walking around the hallways looking directly into the eye of every camera. 

… (crickets) ... 

“Ow! What was that for?” He says as he presses a hand to the place Jimin just smacked him up the head. 

“For not saying anything earlier, dumbass, you’ve just let her roam around for this entire time?”

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt. It became quite emotional. Plus, she won’t find any-”

Namjoon is interrupted by the fire alarm going off. Loud and clear. Everyone rolls their eyes at him before running off to her last known location. 

-

“Eugh,” you grumble as you wake up with one hell of a headache, squinting your eyes against the sunlight streaming in from the open windows. You bury your head under the sheets. Wait a minute… These are silk sheets, the ones at my home aren’t this fancy. You shoot up, cursing yourself when your headache starts acting up again. Your eyes are still shut tight against the sunlight shining directly on your face. Turning to the opposite side of the room you open them and see the closed door, remembering what happened last night. 

Hoseok’s breakdown, the crying, your breakdown, even more crying which ended up in a warm embrace.

You look around and see that the cause of said breakdown and embrace isn’t next to you in bed anymore nor is he present anywhere else in the room. The sheets are still warm when you lay your hand on the empty spot so it wasn’t a long time ago that he decided to get out. 

After taking a few minutes to fully wake up you move towards the door which you assume leads to the bathroom. Even if you’ve been here for over three days, according to the clock ticking in your head, you never went outside of the bedroom once, in fear of alarms going off or something happening that would lead to your untimely death. Now that Hoseok has been here and they probably got the answers they wanted, you feel like it’s safe enough to go out and if not then so be it. 

You let out a whistle at the sight that greets you. It must be connected to another room, because it’s huge. You spot the shower behind the bath, separated by a cream colored wall with a window, a window! The bath is placed in the middle of the room. It’s definitely fancier than your bathroom at home. Gosh, home. I really need to get back. What if they’re already gone-. You stop your thoughts before you freak out. The first course of action is to take a shower and get a clear mind. After all, it would be a shame to let something so beautiful go to waste.

The shower helped you clear your mind, it was no longer overworking itself with worry and anxiety. You didn’t scrub your skin red like you would usually do but instead tried to take care of the marks left from when you fought Blondie and from the shit they'd tied you up with. They couldn’t have done a nicer job. 

Now that you’re standing in the walk in closet all your thoughts pass by peacefully in your mind, waiting for your permission to present itself to find a solution and create a plan. The first is what you’re going to wear, this closet has a ridiculous amount of clothing and if that’s not enough, you can see brands which you would only dare to think about in your dreams. Sure, you came from a rich background but your parents never really cared for your wardrobe, neither for your entire wellbeing if you were to be completely honest.

Okay, no, you’re not welcome.

Shaking your head before that thought could develop any further, you take the first best thing you see, some, probably overpriced, sweatpants and a very comfortable looking cropped sweater. After drying your hair with the hair dryer in the bathroom you make your way to the door, carefully pushing down the door handle, waiting for alarm bells to start ringing or for guys wearing masks to jump out of the ceiling. Neither of those things happened.

You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and cautiously stepping into the hallway, scanning it for any possible threats. The hall was empty, no one in sight and your ears didn’t pick up a sound either, however, you did find multiple ‘hidden’ security cameras which you waved and smiled at. They must have 24 hour surveillance in this house, mansion, hide-out, whatever it was.

You were just about to head left when you heard yelling from that side of the house.

So, we’re definitely not going that way.

Deciding to escape your captors for as long as possible you went right, searching for something that could help you escape or at least figure out the size of this house. 

Your scavenger hunt leads you to multiple doors that were locked, cupboards that hold few pictures of the residents and other useless things. 

Eventually you finally spot something useful. The small, but beautiful red box that held ~ the fire alarm ~. 

Your body automatically moves towards it, your finger pushing the button before you even realize it. The sound it makes shocks you out of the trance and you start giggling. 

After a few seconds you hear multiple footsteps coming towards you, trying to withhold your giggles, you look around and decide to play a game of cat and mouse. 

Let’s have a little fun boys....

-

“I swear Namjoon-ah if she escapes, you're going to be sleeping on the couch for the next two weeks,” Yoongi grumbled while trying to keep track of your whereabouts on the tablet. 

“You know she’s not going to escape, the house is sealed tight. Not a single door or window will open up for her, hyung.” Namjoon was walking casually, almost strolling, behind the rest of the group who were running around and sniffing, trying to find you. They reminded him of wolves going after their prey, he snorted at the idea.

Yoongi turned around in an instant. “You think this is funny?” 

“Yes, I do actually. You’re getting way too worked up over this. Jungkook will find her within five minutes and we’ll be on our way to Lee in about fifteen. So, yes, the way you’re all acting as if this is your life mission is quite funny.”

They stopped walking and Yoongi looked towards the rest of the guys, sighing deeply. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“I’m your right hand man which means that I’m always supposed to be right.”

“Still, doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”

“Even after ten years?”

“Especially after ten years, you’ve become insufferable.”

They both laugh at that, moving again when they hear Jungkook’s victorious yell of ‘Hah, I got her first!’.

-

Jungkook felt his feet glide over the floor as he sped after you. He was able to spot you within two minutes after finding out your location. Your giggles told him that you weren’t actively trying to escape, probably already knowing that they locked up the house, making your chances very, very slim. 

You were just being a brat. 

Running around the house and making them run after you like a couple of dads trying to capture their wild toddler. 

He had to admit the chase was fun and he reveled in the excitement that filled his body when he finally got close enough to capture you. 

Your screaming laughter filled the hallway as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. He didn’t understand why you were being so easy and carefree while in the company of your captors. Were you really not afraid of them at all?

“Did you seriously think you could just escape like that?”

“Hah- of c-course not,” you wheezed out, going limp in his hold. “But I was rather bored after staying in the same room for three days, so I thought, let’s have some fun.”

“And this qualifies as a fun time for you?”

“Oh, definitely, though I thought you would find me sooner. I’ve been running around for awhile now.”

Jungkook cleared his throat while carrying you back to the living room. “Yeah, that would be RM’s fault.”

He saw Taehyung rounding the corner and grinned, “Hah, I got her first!”.

“Why the fuck is she wearing minnie’s clothes?”

Jungkook shrugged and put you in the same chair as you were in yesterday, this time without all the constraints.

“I thought it’d be rather rude to go running around naked,” you said.

“You should’ve stayed in your room to begin with,” Taehyung sneered. 

“V, don’t be so grumpy,” came the voice of Jimin from the entrance, “besides, she looks absolutely edible in my set.” He walked over to him and threw his arms over his shoulders, nuzzling their noses together. 

Taehyung sighed but kept his mouth shut.

Jungkook didn’t understand how Jimin and you were on such good terms already. As far as he knew you only met each other that night of your capture. Jimin wasn’t one to trust quickly and he hadn’t explained why he was so kind towards u. 

The captain wasn’t sure about his stance on your stay with them. That’s one of the reasons why he wants to take you to Lee first. 

What use would it be to worry about your stay when you might die within the next few hours?

-

“So, what brings you here Agust?”

Yoongi looked over to where Taeyong was seated at his desk, a new boy on his lap as always. “Seems like you got over Jaehyun quite quickly, do you really not care for your subordinates Lee?”

Loud laughter resonated through the room as Taeyong patted the boys’ bottom to get him off his lap, standing up to walk around his desk and lean back against it.

“Not for him, no.” 

He spotted the girl they brought with them and seemed to brighten up.

“Ahw, did you get me a little feel-better-present?”

“I got you the assassin that killed your subordinate,” Yoongi said. He was already getting annoyed. He didn’t like the Lee’s, famous for their clubs full of pretty boys willing to fulfill all of your wishes. According to Taeyong every single one of them gives their full consent before they take them in and he knew this was true, heard it himself from Jimin. 

His face turned into a scowl, thinking about Jimin’s past always riled him up.

He stepped to the side and let Y/N get through. She didn’t seem to be very nervous for someone who’s life was in some psycho’s hands. 

They were all surprised to hear a high squeal from the boy standing behind Taeyong. He ran over to Y/N and all but jumped into her arms. 

“Gemmie!”

She laughed and lifted the guy up in her arms, holding him tightly.

“Hi, Markie, I hope he’s been treating you well.”

Taeyong scoffed. “Of course it’s you.”

“Are you not happy to see me?” 

She grinned, readjusting her grip on the kid and hiking him up further. 

“Can’t say I am, everytime I see your face one of my guys is dying somewhere in a ditch.”

“Seems like a you-problem. Where’s Doyoung? You two have got to get your guys in check.”

The doors behind them opened and the man himself came walking in, followed by two other guys. He looked up, seeing all the people in the room and sighed.

“What have you done this time, Tae?”

Taeyong gaped at his partner. “Absolutely nothing, I promise.”

“You really expect me to believe that when what seems to be the entirety of the inner circle of Bangtan is present?”

“Mommy, mommy! Look, noona’s here!”

Doyoung focused his attention on the kid, Mark, bouncing in the arms of Y/N and smiled kindly at the pair.

“That’s wonderful, baby. Do you mind going downstairs with Johnny?” 

“But noona just got here,” Mark pouted, hugging Y/N tighter.

“I know, sweetie, but we’ve got to discuss some adult things.”

“I’m six, that’s a big, adult age!”

Y/N laughed, releasing her hold on the boy and putting him down on his feet. 

“Yes, puppet, you’re a very big adult. But your mom’s right, I promise I’ll come back to talk to you soon. We can go to the fair or something, okay?”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

Yoongi was starting to wonder how far your bond went with the Lee’s. Did they know who you really were? Why were they so chill with you killing multiple of their subordinates?

-

After Mark had gone with Johnny you were left alone once more in a room full of the men who were about to decide your faith.

“He doesn’t look six,” came a comment from RM.

Doyoung, who was now leaning back into the chest of Taeyong looked up sharply at him. Ever the picture of a fierce mother lion. “His mindset is, his body is nineteen for your information.”

“Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually go as far as mind manipulation Lee, thought you just kept it at naïve young teens.”

Before either Taeyong or Doyoung could say something you scoffed loudly. “You’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that?”

You turned to him, starting to get pissed off, not only at him, but at this entire situation. You’ve been gone from home too long, all for some bullshit reason and if they didn’t let you go right this second they were about to get it.

“I do actually.”

“Well, great that you're so self aware Einstein. Might do you some good to actually research shit and get aware of the hellish situations other people come from. Unlike what you and your whole operation seem to think, the Lee’s don’t let underage, naïve kids work in their clubs. They don’t force their boys to do something they don’t want to do.”

“I actually brought Mark here myself. After I found him locked in an abusive home,” you said, slowly losing control of where you were going, but they shouldn’t talk shit about the boys in this house, especially Mark.

Doyoung walked forwards and put his hand on your shoulder, calming you down. 

“You don’t have to defend us in front of people who won’t listen, they’ve made up their minds a long time ago,” he explained softly, looking over at Jimin.

“I know you came here because of the third order, but we’re not going to kill Y/N nor take her captive so she’s free to go. Now unless you’ve got some other business with her, I ask you to leave our territory at once.”

Yoongi nodded and walked towards the doors, signaling the rest of Bangtan to follow.

“You’re coming along as well, Gemstone, we’re not done yet.”

You sighed, turning to Doyoung and Taeyong, giving them a salut and walking after the King.

-

“I’m not getting into that car unless you’re going to drive me home.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. They’ve been doing this for a good five minutes and his patience was running out. Yoongi wasn’t going to agree with you, neither was Namjoon and those two could be very difficult to persuade, so he did as he saw fit. He opened the car, went into the driver's seat and asked for your address.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked.

“This is going to keep going on until we’re all fat and bald, I’d like to live a little bit more before we get to that point. We’ll continue this conversation when we get to her home. So now, tell me, what’s your address?”

“You don’t already know that?” You tilted your head to the side, looking at each of the guys for an answer. When no one gave you one, you laughed.

relationship au where all 7 members of bts have a close bond and relationships.

{will update more as i read}

*do recommend me some as well :>*

a/b/o au- Pack Up Your Troubles by Arobeebee

a/b/o au- You, Only A Heartbeat Away by Hopeatuuli

a/b/o au- Alpha Needs by lifehound4

a/b/o au- a taste just as sweet by yoongoxl

a/b/o au- It's a Situation by deersnout

a/b/o au- times six by ohko

dating show+a/b/o au- Omega For Life by PoeticJustice1392

supernatural au- It Might Just Come Back To Bite You by Arobeebee

sentinel au- You Need a North Star by DesperatelyObsessional

soulmate au- Leads To You by tsxruka

soulmate au- Love Yourself by v_iolet

magic au- The Emporium by MmeIrene

idol au- A Tale of Two Bottoms by Only_A_Fangirl

idol au- Somewhere Close to Reality by Trilluvium

To all of the people complaing to me about liking both Jikook/Kookmin AND Vmin.

I don't care what you think

Why can't we ship them both. Is there a problem with it?

I understand you might be a hardcore Vmin, Jikook, or even a Jinmin shipper for all I fucking care, but yah' don't have to go around telling people what's real or not real.

I enjoy shipping Jimin with all of BTS, but Vmin and Jikook has me by thread daily. Lately, I've been hearing more insults on Jimin. People calling him a man stealer and a hoe! Like, WTF! No. Jimin is no hoe, you dah' hoe. Get your facts straight.

Shipping is something anyone can enjoy, so don't ruin it for us. Don't tell us what to do. I'm almost an adult and I'm pretty sure I can do make my own decisions.

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut. Referenced death.

—— Summery

We’re back at the mansion of Bangtan. The guys try interrogating the girl they captured, but things don’t go according to plan and a lot of new information is revealed.

——

previous//two//next

Monday 8th of June, 2020

"Three days, it has been three days since that bitch from Marco Polo last opened her mouth Jin. I want answers and I wanted them yesterday so when the fuck is she gonna start talking?" Yoongi yelled at his old friend. He didn't mean to lose his temper like this but it had been a stressful couple of days for him. Not only for him, he knows that, his whole crew has become anxious and nobody has slept more than a few hours. 

He still didn't know how it all went down. After the girl spoke Hope's real name it escalated quickly. The only thing he saw was a red flag flowing right in front of him and like a bull he barreled straight towards it. Nobody knows the real names of his inner circle. For a few years even he was clueless to what some of them were called. Their names were only revealed to those who earned their trust and Yoongi knew damn well that nobody from Marco Polo earned that privilege. 

So, how did she know? How did she gain this knowledge? Where did she even find it? Did she know all of their names? Questions have been running through his mind 24/7 and he wanted answers but those were difficult to obtain. See, right after she called him a bitch, which still upset him, the girl revealed a pill from under her tongue that she broke with her teeth and swallowed before her words even reached his ears. He didn't know what it was but it knocked her out cold within a minute. It confused the fuck out of him.

<...<

Yoongi stared as the girl went unconscious in his hands. Her body fell forward but was held back by the rope that tied her to the chair. He released his hand from her jaw and tapped her cheek. “Hey, nameless,” he tapped her a little harder. “Agust, stop, it’s not gonna work. She’s out,” Jimin said as he stood from the couch and crouched in front of the girl. He opened her mouth and started feeling around with his finger.

“Euhm, Jimin, I don’t think that’s better than tapping her cheek,” Taehyung said, unsure of what the assassin was doing. “Shush.” Jimin felt his finger hook on something in the back of the girl’s mouth and pulled it out. He held the tiny bag triumphantly between his fingertips. “This, my loves, is the culprit. Well, what was inside this little bag is the culprit but that’s gone now.” 

Hoseok walked forward and took the bag from Jimin, examining it closely. He smirked. “She’s definitely part of Marco Polo.” A sigh came from his left. “We kind of already figured that out Hope, welcome to the party,” Taehyung deadpanned with a fancy wave to their surroundings. Hoseok rolled his eyes at him. “That was just a guess because she said their name, now you know for sure,” he said as he waved the bag around like a flag. 

“How come?” Yoongi asked, doubting that a bag could so easily reveal which gang she belonged to. “You know those suicide pills that agents used during World War ll?” “Yeah, what about them? She’s still breathing so it couldn’t have been that.” Hoseok laughed. “No, she didn’t use one of those but she did use the same method.” He walked over to the couch and sat down in a relaxed position. “When I was still with the Polos-” “Hobiii,” Jimin interrupted with a whine as he crawled towards him. Hoseok stopped and pulled the pouting boy in his lap. “I know you don’t like me talking about my time there, baby, but it’s important right now.”

He rubbed comforting circles on Jimin’s thigh to soothe him. “When I was there I saw a lot of twisted shit but this stuff really surprised me. Little bags like this one,” he held up said item, “were used to store suicide pills and the like. It’s very smart actually. They figured that when someone got captured that person didn’t have the time nor possibility to grab a pill from their pockets, so they just put them in their mouths. Ready for use when needed.” 

“And she used one to store something that would knock her out?” Hoseok tilted his head. “I think so yeah, she put it in the back of her mouth. See these strings?” Yoongi nodded. “They tie these around their teeth so the bag falls under their tongue. When they press against it the pill pops out. Then they just bite it, swallow it and tada... No chance of getting tortured or spilling any information.”

Jimin let out a whistle. “Damn. She’s just getting more interesting with the minute,” he said. He watched the girl in front of them for a minute, wrecking his memory of places he could've seen her before or people he could’ve seen her with. The assassin knew many people, it was one of the reasons why he got on Bangtan’s radar. His connections all around the world, both above and under-ground were extremely useful and valuable. Especially during things like this. Finding out who their chosen victims were was one of his main tasks, besides killing anyone who crossed his lovers of course. 

When nothing came to mind he figured he didn't know her, but someone might. 

“Hobi, I know it’s highly unlikely, but do you recognize her? Since she said your name and all.” Hoseok looked at the girl in front of him. If he were to be honest he did have an idea of who she might be. Although he prayed it wasn’t true. “Maybe,” he shook his head, “but I want to be sure before we take that road.” 

“Why not just figure it out on the way? A guess is a guess, babe, we need to help each other with this one.” Taehyung told him as he crouched in front of the girl and examined her. “Not this one, guys, seriously. If I’m right, then prepare yourselves for another war.” Hoseok padded Jimin’s thigh to get him to stand up. He walked to the girl and started untying her. After getting her upper body free, he ripped her sweater.

“Whoa, hold up, this is not how we treat-” “I know Chim and I’m not gonna undress her, that’s Solar’s job. I just need to see her back.” He moved the fabric out of the way and started searching for the only clue he could think of. 

Her upper back was bare of anything, just pure, naked skin. If you ignored the scars that is, but Hoseok wasn't looking for those. All of them had at least one reminder of ugly times on their body's. That didn't make it clear she was a Polo. 

He pulled the entire sweater of her body and threw it somewhere in a corner. His eyes slowly made their way down… His lips turned into a tiny smile when he saw the inked picture placed on her lower back. 

Found ya. 

Right there, just above the waistband of her pants, was a beautifully detailed snake. He couldn't deny that the design was gorgeous, but it wasn't the snake that grabbed the man’s attention. It was the tattoo hidden underneath. He guessed the purpose of the snake was to hide the compass he knew by heart. Hoseok couldn't understand why the snake didn't cover the whole thing though. It didn't even look like it was supposed to be hiding it. The snake was put in a position in which it added to the tattoo, instead of covering it up. 

 The compass was what he had been looking for. It was the brand mark of Marco Polo, any member has one somewhere on their body. He can still feel the scar burning on his left bicep from where sharp stones had slashed the skin when he tried to get rid of his. 

Only his didn’t have a poisonous snake resting in the middle. 

Hoseok grabbed the girl out of the chair and lifted her in his arms, making sure her back was visible for the rest of the guys. 

“So? Do you know who she is now that you’ve seen this tattoo?” Yoongi asked him, annoyance starting to leak in his voice. He was getting exhausted and just wanted to lay his head down on his pillow and sink into the heaven that was his matress. 

“Yeah,” Hoseok answered rather sombly, looking down at the face of the girl he once thought he would never see again. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone waited for him to tell them who she was but Hoseok seemed to get lost in his thoughts. 

And he was. Every single memory of her came rushing back to the forefront of his mind from the deepest parts where he had buried them a long time ago. He was speechless and couldn’t believe that he didn’t recognize her the second Taehyung carried her through the front door. 

...

Friday 18th of August, 2006

“Mamba, meet our newest soldier Jay.” His capo said to the girl standing in front of him, well not in front of him. She was hidden behind a guy he knew to be Viper, the son of Consigliere Rizzo. Still, the twelve-year-old could feel her piercing gaze even if he couldn’t see her eyes and Mamba? What was it with all the snake names in this gang?

“Welcome, Jay,” the girl said in a calm voice, walking past Viper to greet him. Hoseok stared at her, bowing his head, because even if he didn’t know her status, the fact that she was specifically introduced to the boy gave him a hint that she stood far above him.

“He’s going to be molded into the perfect bodyguard for you, Mamba,” the capo said. The girl scoffed at that. “I don’t need a fuc-” “Mamba,” the guy next to her said. Hoseok didn’t know their relationship, but they seemed to be very close as the girl only rolled her eyes and went silent. 

Suddenly, her attention was on him again and he straightened up immediately. He had the idea she was about to analyze him and decide if he was worth it or not. His life lay in her hands, he figured, since he was supposed to become her bodyguard and all that jazz. If she decided he wasn’t good material to start with he had no doubt that they would replace him in a heartbeat, and he would be without his own rhythmic muscle.

“Fine,” the girl said as a sigh left her. “See ya another time then, Jay.”

…

Friday 18th of July, 2008

“Mamba, come on. You don’t need to learn all of that. What use would I be for if you didn’t need me?” Hoseok said, trying to get her to stop training. “Jay, I know you’ll be my bodyguard, my human shield, my personal escort for the rest of my life. Don’t you think it’s important I know the basics of self-defence? Like, for when you’re not present,” the girl said as she took a break to catch her breath. 

“Muay Thai isn’t exactly a basic of self-defence, Mamba,” he sighed. He knew there was no arguing with her but even after two years he still tried. Every. Single. Time.

...

Tuesday 17th of March, 2009

“Mamba, I’m fine. I promise.” Hoseok insisted for the tenth time. They were just a few cuts, nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “No, Jay, you’re not. You’re literally bleeding from multiple spots on your body. The person I’m looking at right now is far from fine.” She tutted disapprovingly as she started treating his wounds.

“I can’t believe he actually send you to do his dirty work.” “It’s what I’m training for bab-” He quickly stopped himself from finishing that sentence, but the girl was too pissed off to notice his slip-up. “No, it’s not. You’re training to become my bodyguard, not his personal minion.” She huffed irritatedly. Hoseok’s eyes shot up at that and he smirked. “Oh, so now you finally accept that, huh? Took you long enough,” he teased.

She slapped his shoulder softly, trying not to hurt him any further than he already was, although it was really tempting when he was being a smartass. “Shut up. I still don’t like it.” But even as she said it, he saw the small upward quirk of her lips.

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Friday 25th of September, 2009

“Mamba, you’ve got to get up. You can’t keep lying in bed all day.” Hoseok looked at the fifteen-year-old who was wrapped up tightly in her covers. He sighed, knowing he probably wouldn’t get her out today. Just like all the other times the past week.

“Baby, I know you don’t want to and if I could I would give you all the time to properly grieve, but you need to get out. Otherwise it won’t be me asking anymore, your father is going to demand your presence soon.” He hated using her father against her, but he was telling the truth. Her father wouldn’t be as lenient as he was being right now, even if he had just lost his own son. 

A broken voice startled him out of his thoughts. “I-I can’t, I can’t JayJay,” a sob wrecked through her body and Hoseok could swear he felt it tearing through his heart. “I know, baby, I know, but I need you to be really strong right now and just, just take small steps for me. Let’s take a shower, huh? Or a bath?” He asked her. Trying everything to get her out of that fucking bed.

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Friday 18th of November, 2011

“Mamba, now is not the time to play games with me. Where the fuck are you?” Hoseok yelled out while the burning smoke only got bigger and thicker. He covered his mouth with his shirt as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of icy blonde hair.

The wind picked up and he finally got a clearer view of his surroundings. Looking to his right he saw the car that had driven off the road. “No,” he whispered after spotting a girl trying to crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. A fire made itself present in the back of the car. “No, no, no... Mamba, get out of there!”

Hoseok fell down when a loud explosion followed the fire. Squeezing his eyes shut he told himself to wake up, to open his eyes and see that his angel was perfectly okey, sleeping right next to him. But his eyes didn’t open to that image. 

All he saw was fire. Fire everywhere and no angel in sight. His ears picked up a sound that reminded him of a screeching banshee. Only minutes later would he find out that it was his own voice, screaming in agony as the girl was no longer there, no longer present in his life. The only light he had known, his little star, burned out without ever saying goodbye. 

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Jimin saw the emotions flashing over Hoseok’s face. He walked up to him and cradled his tear stained cheeks in his hands. “Hobi,” he locked eyes with the shocked man, “can you come out of your head for us?” His hands slowly started stroking over his lover’s cheekbones, trying to get him back to reality.

Hoseok blinked a few times and shook his head. Noticing that his body was shaking he carefully laid the girl on the couch. Jimin was right behind him and grabbed his face again, wiping each offending tear off his cheeks with his fingers. 

“What happened my love?” He asked in a soft voice, not wanting to scare Hoseok now that he was in such a vulnerable state. Taehyung and Yoongi stepped closer to the pair, both shocked to see such an emotional reaction out of their boyfriend. 

Hoseok took Jimin’s small hands in his and kissed them. After taking a deep breath he turned towards Yoongi, completely ignoring Jimin’s question. “I need to go to bed. Can I tell you tomorrow, please?” He asked, after clearing his throat. Yoongi looked at him, saw the heartbroken look in his eyes and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “Of course, Seokie, don’t force yourself to tell us right now,” he gave the man a sweet peck on the lips, but didn’t let go.

It had been a long time since he last saw Hoseok like this, shaking, crying and on the verge of breaking. Determination to find out who this girl was and who she was to his lover grew in him. He needed to know who the woman was that crashed into their life’s for he knew she wouldn’t leave soon and definitely not without leaving destruction behind. 

“Why don’t you go with Jimin to his room? Tae and I will wait on the rest of the guys and give them a quick briefing of what’s going on and then we’ll join you, if you want. You can also just go to your own room, I don’t know wha-” Yoongi got interrupted by a giggle. He was glad to hear the other laugh again.

“You’re rambling Yoongles,” Hoseok said with a grin on his face that got even bigger when Yoongi scrunched up his face at the nickname. “I’ll let you have that one since we’re all tired and want to go to bed. So,” he patted Hoseok’s ass and let go of him, “go up with Jimin.”

Another giggle was heard and he expected to see the two of them disappear through the doors, but Hoseok surprised him for the second time tonight. He walked towards the girl on the couch and crouched down, caressing her face with his left hand, a sad smile on his lips. 

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, angel.”

With that he left the room, leaving a lot of confusion behind. Jimin send one questioning look back at Yoongi and Taehyung, who both shrugged since neither of them had any answers. 

“What the fuck was that?” Taehyung asked Yoongi as soon as the others had left hem. Blunt as always. “I have no clue, Tae, but we need to get her out of here, otherwise the guys will explode before we even have a chance to explain the disaster that’s been this night.” He said. “We can place her in the Light room,” he suggested. 

They did just that.

After Yoongi had explained the events of that night to the other guys he could finally slip under the covers and get a full three hours of sleep. They had planned to wake the girl up the next day for questioning, but she didn’t give any signs of consciousness for the entire hour they tried to wake her up. Taehyung got pissed off and offered to “awake the bitch with a kick to the ribs,” but Hoseok shoved him against the nearest wall before he could even take one step towards the bedroom. 

So, Namjoon advised to leave her alone and check on her every hour or so. The day went on as usual, a few business meetings, approving new soldiers, making sure Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t kill them within the first hour. All in all a pretty peaceful day, which left Yoongi with an itch when he stepped through the front doors of their mansion. Because the King didn’t have peaceful days, Agust D doesn’t go a day without getting challenged and Min Yoongi hasn’t rested since that dreadful night all those years ago.

He needn’t to worry though, since that itch was about to get scratched by sharp manicure nails and sadly for him not the ones his kittens loved to wear so much. 

In the evening, after all the guys had devoured Jin’s newest culinary creations and were lounching around, they heard a scream coming from the light room. Yoongi arrived first and stopped dead in his tracks when he took in the scene in front of him. On the ground next to the bed lay Jin, covered in the noodlesoup he’d made for the girl as dinner. The first thought running through Yoongi’s head was that she had attacked him and escaped. His eyes quickly scanned the room and soon found a pair of piercing eyes staring back at him. 

“Jin,” he said as he hesitantly stepped in the older guy’s direction, “would you be so kind to explain what the hell happened?” Jin stood up and glared to the bed where the girl sat straight against the headboard. “Well, Agust,” he began with a huff, “I was just turning on the light and walking towards the bed. Of course I expected her to still be asleep so you can imagine my surprise when I put down the soup to see her eyes wide open. Not just that, at the exact moment our eyes met she said boo.” The girl started smiling at that. “The only acceptable response to that was to fall down on the ground and I’d rather not disappoint the newest addition to this household.”

Yoongi shook his head as he tried not to laugh at the bullshit story Jin had just created. “Well, how thoughtful of you to not embarrass our guest with an inappropriate reaction.” At this Jin nodded his head, still holding tight on selling his excuse. “Yes, I thought so too.” 

The door got pushed open further and the rest of the guys made their way into the room. “Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked, looking adorably confused as he stared at Jin, still covered in noodle soup. “Yes RM, nothing happened.” “Nothing happened?!” Jin shrieked as he flung his arms around, noodles swinging around the room. One fell on the girl’s face and Yoongi went to take it off.

He hissed as sharp nails suddenly dug in his wrist, preventing his hand from touching the girl’s face. Within seconds he was pushed back behind Jungkook who made to grab the girl. She jumped up on the headboard of the bed, out of his reach, which even Yoongi had to admit was pretty admirable. That headboard was almost as thin as his arm, she definitely had to have some training.

“However fun it would be to stand here with all of you and watch Jungkook hunt his new prey down, I’m feeling really disgusting right now. So, please, everyone GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Jin yelled, he was already starting to shake. Namjoon and Jimin quickly grabbed his wrists and rapidly walked out of the room.

“So, sleeping beauty,” Yoongi began as he focused his attention on the girl, “finally managed to open those eyes of yours?” He didn’t get a response at that, just those green eyes blinking back at him. Her gaze followed his body as he moved towards the side of the bed and sat down, folding his hands in his lap. “Now that you decided to graze us with your conscious presence, I’ll let you in on what’s going to happen.”

“We’re going to ask you some questions and if you’re a smart girl,” he noticed her eyes twitching at that, something to keep in mind, “then you will answer each question truthfully. If you don’t then we’ll take you to the basement, where we’ll repeat every single question and trust me, you don’t want to make us repeat ourselves.” This time her eyes didn’t twitch, but he saw something flicker over her gaze, maybe she saw this as a challenge? 

He huffed. It’s been a long time since someone tried to really challenge him, well except the guys of course, they seemed to love pushing his boundaries these days. “JK, stand down,” Yoongi told the youngest, who still looked ready to pounce the girl any second. However, he was reminded of how well the boy listened to him as he backed down as soon as the words left his mouth.

The conversation only seemed to happen between him and the woman before him, but he felt the presence of Hoseok in the shadows and heard Taehyung move from foot to foot, energy always flowing. “How about you sit down?” He asked the girl, extending his arm to help her on the bed, but she just stepped down and squatted in the corner furthest from them.

“First question, what’s your name?” She didn’t answer, just looked around the room. He saw her eyes linger on the spot where he knew Hoseok stood, but they made their way to his before most would’ve even noticed. “Need I remind you that we don’t ask questions twice?” Again, no answer, just more stares. “Second question then, why did you kill Jaehyun?” A giggle was heard this time and a smile found it’s way on the girl’s face.

“Yeah? It was fun wasn’t it? Bet it felt really good to poison such a disrespectful asshole,” he leaned forward. The girl nodded with another giggle. It wasn’t a direct answer, but he figured it was as much as he was going to get at this point. He held three fingers up. “Third question, are you a member of Marco Polo?” 

She tilted her head and it reminded Yoongi of last night, of how innocent she made herself look while she was just giggling about murdering someone. Yoongi noticed that he was comparing her to his lovers. She seems to have a lot of different skills like Jungkook, is manipulative like Jimin, finds death a matter for giggles like Taehyung. He could go on and on, but he stops himself before ideas start forming in his head. 

We still don’t know who she is. Find that out first, then you can start daydreaming.

“That’s all the questions I have for now, sweetheart, just three of ‘em.” Yoongi stood up and motioned for the rest of the guys to start leaving the room. “We’ll check in every few hours and see if you’re ready to answer them. If you don’t answer in the time frame we want, well, then you’ll get to see the fun we have downstairs.” He holds the doorknob and casts one last look to the girl, who’s still sitting in the same crouched position as she had been the entire time. Just as he’s about the close the door she speaks. 

“I’d still like a bowl of noodle soup, please.”

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Monday 8th of June, 2020

Now they're here, many bowls of noodle soup later and still none the wiser on who she was, why she killed Jaehyun and if she was a present member of Marco Polo. Hoseok still hadn’t told them what he knew and the tension was rising up.

"I don't know when she's going to start talking, Yoongi. It's not like I'm some kind of wizard who can just compel her to answer," Jin harshly said back. He sighed and let his posture drop, slumping down in the chair. “Let’s just take her down to the basement, tell her that the time’s up and start the interrogation process. Like we have done with every person we’ve ever taken.” That last bit was directed towards Hoseok, who had pleaded with them to wait a couple of days instead of the usual few hours.

“Let me ask her.”

All their heads turned to Hoseok. He hadn’t been in the room the girl resided in since she had awoken. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked. “I don’t know what you’re relationship with her is or was, but we won’t push you to talk to her, Hobi.” His gaze was soft as he focused it on the assassin, but he was only met with determined eyes. “I don’t even know if it’s going to work but I want to try it out before we take her down.”

“How sad, I was already looking forward to-” “Shut up, Taeyhung.” “Fine, fine, just do it now then so we can move on and get back to business. This bitch has been taking up way too much of our time,” Taeyhung grumbled as he stood up and left the room. A few chuckles went through the room. “Even after all these years his temper hasn’t changed one bit,” Jin said. “Eugh,” Namjoon groaned, “I know, at least he’s learned to use words to make his annoyance clear instead of attacking anyone who displeases him.”  

“I definitely don’t miss the weeks of getting stitched up by Wheein, almost daily.” Everyone laughed again at the mention of Jungkook’s memory, well all except for Hoseok who stood up and walked towards the door. “You’re really okay with questioning her, baby?” Jimin asked from his place on Namjoon’s lap. “Yeah, I’ll be fine Jiminie. Just come check if I’m still alive and kicking in about twenty minutes,” he grinned and made his way to the light room. 

His smile dropped quickly after that.

You heard someone knocking on your door and prepared yourself to go down to the basement. It already surprised you how long they tried to get answers out of you in a civil matter. Probably has something to do with Hoseok. So it came as a bit of a surprise when you opened the door to be met with the one and only assassin.

For a few seconds neither of you said a word, just staring at each other, seeing the changes that eight years have brought upon the other. “Come to take me to hell?” Hoseok scoffed but the cold expression on his face remained. “No, I’ve come to talk to you.” “By talk you mean me answering the questions you already know the answers to,” you said. “Doesn’t that sound unlogical to you? I mean it is so much more work to-” 

Your sentence got cut off when Hoseok pushed you back into the room and, in your opinion rather dramatically, slammed the door shut. “It’s not fucking UNLOGICAL that I want to have a talk with the woman who left my entire being in pieces eight years ago!” He yelled into your face, tears already streaming down his cheeks. Just looking at you brought everything back, the good and the bad. The nights spend kissing your lips and stroking your hair. The nights spend screaming and sobbing in his hands until his throat was sore and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought you were dead, I mean I still do. My brain can’t even comprehend that your here right now, standing in front of me, breathing and talking. Talking like you never even died, like I never saw you die that day, crawling out from a burning car that was seconds away from exploding.” His voice broke while he talked about his memories. “I left that week, just like you did. I couldn’t stand seeing your family nor your bedroom. I grabbed my bags and got out before anyone even returned from the funeral, YOUR FUCKING FUNERAL.”

He was sitting on the floor now, looking at you with eyes that gave away how much it still haunted him even after all this time. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want this at all. The day you ‘died’ was the day you blocked away all your memories of your time at Marco Polo, of all your struggles, but also all those days spend laughing and crying with him, your bodyguard, your sunshine, your Hobi. 

You joined him on the floor, sitting down next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, feeling it move as he took a few deep breaths. “I’ve always wondered what love would feel like, ever since I was a little girl, running around the garden and stumbling over my feet while I followed butterflies who were in the midst of a mating dance.” Hoseok chuckled softly at that, still sniffling and trying to get his breathing pattern in order. “The first time I felt something akin to love was when my brother started reading me bedtime stories, he always made sure to be in my room right when my bedtime was due. He started caring for me the way a parent should care for their child, he told stories about all the different kinds of love in the world and never failed to put in an ‘I love you’ every single day.” “Luca was pretty great,” Hoseok whispered absentmindedly. You nodded your head. “Yeah, he definitely was.”

“The second time I felt love it was another brotherly type, my brother’s best friend basically became my second brother, he was always a bit more lenient towards me than Luc and let me get away with shit a lot easier,” you laughed, thinking about all the trouble you got in. Your childhood wasn’t entirely made out of neglectment and sorrow, there were bits and pieces where you were just a normal kid, finding out that pranking your brothers with water and flower had its consequences.

“Jaebeom works under us now, has been working under Yoongi ever since Luca...” He didn’t finish the sentence. “You can say it, Hobi, since Luca passed away.” Your mind was so overwhelmed with all the memories that came crashing down that you didn’t notice the nickname falling out of your mouth. Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat when he heard it. “I already knew that, btw,” you casually mention as you go on with your story, “I’ve been kind of working with them for a few years.” You didn’t explain further and he decided to leave it at that, it was a topic for another time. 

“So, you’ve only felt love two times in your 26 years?” He asked instead. “I thought so yeah,” you looked up at him, “until my uncle suddenly came up to me with this frightened twelve-year-old. I swore he was shaking on those skinny legs of his.” There was no laughter following your words as you had expected it would. He met your eyes, this time they were full of questions, unasked ones and ones that you never answered. “I really despised him at first, he was supposed to become my bodyguard,” you scoffed as your gaze fell to your feet, afraid of the emotions swimming around in his eyes, “, like I even needed one. Apparently everyone thought so and when I fell on my ass during our second meeting I didn’t provide him with evidence that would prove otherwise.”

Hoseok did laugh at that, the scène playing out in front of his eyes, it left a small smile on his lips as he focused his attention back on you. “Turns out the kid on skinny legs was very skilled and young y/n didn’t like that, she wanted to be like that. So, she started training and eventually they started training together. Of course seeing him all sweaty, strong and shining that bright smile of his didn’t really help her poor, teenage heart and she began crushing on him in secret.” He watched her hands draw patterns on the floor, something he remembered was a habit of hers when she was talking from the heart, often embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Eventually they both confessed during a sleepless night which turned into a wonderful dream. It was the first time she felt true romantic love, the one that gives you butterflies at first and slowly turns into this comfortable feeling you get when you’re near them. It changed into viewing their life as important as yours and wanting for nothing except their happiness.”

It was silent for a few minutes and then you suddenly took his face in your hands, cradling his cheeks as if they were made of glass. 

“I fucked up, Hobi, I messed up so bad but I had to do it. I had to get away before the ceremony and I can’t say I’m sorry because I wouldn’t do it differently if I had another chance.” Tears were now also running over your face, it felt as if a damn had been broken, every emotion found its way out of the confinements you put them in. “It just breaks my soul that I didn’t think about your happiness,” every sentence gets interrupted by deep intakes of air as you continue to sob. “I put my life over your own, I could’ve taken you or told you. I could’ve done something but I didn’t, because I couldn’t gamble with your life like that. I almost did die that day, the risk was never zero, b-but I-”

“You had to take it because otherwise you would still be stuck down there or,” Hoseok swallowed, “or you wouldn’t even be here at all.” You broke down more and he couldn’t take it anymore. Of course nothing was solved, this night opened wounds for him that never healed, but he saw that the same happening to you and just like you said. When you love someone you put their life, their happiness over your own and he could never stop loving you. Seeing you like this made him more upset and he just wanted to stop crying for a moment. 

So he lifted you in his arms and walked over to the bed, not even thinking twice before carefully laying you on his chest and pulling the covers over both of you. Before he pushed the button that would close the curtains and put out the lights, he looked the camera in the corner dead in the eye. 

“Her name’s Y/N Luna Rizzo, she is the daughter of Consigliere Rizzo. She killed Jaehyun because it was an assignment for Got7. On November 18th 2011 she escaped the mafia group known as Marco Polo by faking her own death.”

Across the hall Yoongi smirked as he twirled his whiskey around and watched Hoseok close his eyes on the monitor in front of him. Namjoon and Jin immediately started searching for any information they could possibly find about this woman. Jungkook had already left the room to go find Taehyung and Jimin made himself comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. “So what do we do now?” “Now we prepare ourselves for a war, just as Hobi predicted.” Jimin pouted as he inserted himself into the other two’s conversation. Yoongi’s eyes were still focused on the monitor, mind going through every single word the two sleeping lovers had said. He shook his head, thinking about all the shit that was waiting for them around the corner.