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Ebony wasn’t one for house calls, but Ebony was one for exceptions. And exceptions were made when it came to certain syndicates of the mafia. In this case, it was because of her earlier liking to their leader, now deceased, the word hangs heavy off her shoulders. When it came to selling her weapons to the underworld, she let her own men do that for her, but things had been different with Namjoon and his boys. She barely saw head nor tail of the other men, but the leader himself had always left her with a pleasant exchange. So it’s tradition at that point to find herself standing across another member of their gang. One she hadn’t seen. But that was typical, she hadn’t seen most of them. She’d been quick to explain how the trade would work over the phone. She had given him a location to meet her, a small abandoned warehouse she had taken up as her own. In it, nothing but a few desks with files she wanted to keep outside of her corporation, and a long table down the middle. The inside was clearly newly renovated, yet still barren.

On the table she laid out a case containing all the weapons they had ordered from her. Each one hand crafted to their liking. She never pried about whether they would use them or sell them. Her job was to make it and bring it. With a palm over the case, she points at a spot on the table to her right. “ Please put the money there, ” Ebony had always been business before pleasantries. She had yet to introduce herself, although the warm words sat ready on her tongue. She would make sure their trade happened successfully, she was never one for an unhappy customer.

he wouldn’t usually meddle like this. seokjin had very clear boundaries when it came to work ---- professionally speaking he didn’t interfere when it wasn’t his place. 

but sharing his bed with another man (namely their previous leader) and going beyond that, provided him with insight on other’s work. he’d just never bothered to pick up anything else other than what he was best at: pleasuring others. now wasn’t the exception, though he found himself curious.

after abandoning his post for months and his recent return, seokjin wasn’t willing to miss a step around his brothers. he threaded around them carefully, if only because he was aware he’d been in the wrong for taking away without notice or trace, not offering more than they were willing to receive. but at the mention of the current trade, seokjin offered himself up to conclude it ---- it wasn’t his area, nor his interest but his members had other affairs.

and he was free. and curious. 

this was a client namjoon never complained about. and he always complained about people. so what where they like? so far, he could see the reason. there wasn’t any unnecessary chat or socialization. it was all business and his deceased lover thrived in such environments.

quietly, albeit with eyes that absorbed everything about the woman on the other side of the table, seokjin conducted as instructed, placing on the money on the signaled point. he had yet to introduce himself as was she, though he didn’t actually care for such formalities in the time being. 

now what? his face spoke the words for him, not finding it necessary to voice them out loud when such expression was clear to read on him. 

for weeks now, seokjin has disappeared from the mansion. and with that, more or less from his brothers’ side.

despite being the one to always look out for them, the eldest understood that in a way they also looked out after him. particularly so after namjoon’s death. 

and it wasn’t fitting. 

they all mourned, yet seokjin had thought he was the only one truly suffering from it. until one bleak afternoon where he realized that he had lost a lover (perhaps more than that) but the rest had also lost a friend, a brother, a leader. namjoon had not only been special to him, just as he had not been special only to namjoon.

it was a hard realization to reach. and since then, seokjin left with no notice or trace. 

his line of work had not gone by unattended, his sense of responsibility lingered naturally (for his workers and for his members). his handy men and women were left to administrate their time by themselves, with the occasional visit from the panderer to supervise work was actually being done. he hadn’t been disappointed the scarce times his face waltzed by.

and in the mean time? seokjin had taken to a task, much harder than anything he had ever done before. he’d taken to the purpose to put himself back in order again, to reconstruct what had been left in the dust. he’d learned that self-care and loving oneself, words often pronounced easily in casual conversations were nothing like the public painted them to be. both of them weren’t only walking a path of flowers, filled with positive thoughts to bring positive consequences.

no.

it meant hard work. it meant learning when to put limits to one self, to be hard and strict. it meant confronting things about his past and his present, so he could be able to better cope with them in the future. it wasn’t erasing all that hurt him or forget about it, it meant standing face to face and staying there, instead of hiding and running.

and it finally meant that seokjin would not be the jovial, coddling man. and that wasn’t something he particularly agreed on, but he’d learned that these new changes were as much him as the seokjin from before.

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more mysterious memes coming

he looks up from his “accounting” — more his keeping count of people and money, business was business regardless of its origins. 

he wanted to dismiss the comment then, since there was a particularly handsome female on the ukranian bunch. seokjin was sure he could make her into a gem. but her comment holds just that much bite that he pushes the picture to the side, leaving her file to scan later on with more time and dedication. 

“what is it this time, love? who’s got you curled up in your toes like this?” 

now, this might be just his craft but seokjin is sure that pushing doesn’t always equal negative. there’s a sensible smirk on his face as if he’s ready to hear all the new gossip she has to offer. “do tell, i’m all ears now,” gracefully, he rests his elbows by his desk, face fitting into the palms of his hands in an exaggerated recall of his teenage years.

kim seokjin has always enjoyed a good gossip, after all.

again, what’s the original meme i have no idea yikes

the original seven. they’d created such horror and chaos at first, had managed to build a reputation for themselves. despite being six now, they maintained it. and as such, some habits rarely changed. 

for instance, out of them all, seokjin had always been the worst at ‘hunts’ (he can’t recall who came with the name, only that it stuck within their members as a prelude to their fun time). the sex worker held none of the easy or silent steps —- he’d worked his whole life to call attention, not to pass off as inconspicuous. incident were not rare in his presence, though he always had his brothers backing him up then. someone would come to his aid in due time, so seokjin learned to only mildly fear the danger and maintained the distaste for much of the gore that surrounded it. 

and this time, not only has he stained his jeans but he’s also ripped them. there’s a little bit of blood dripping down the side of his leg and instead of fretting like max here, all seokjin does is pout and prob at it. it definitely stings and there’s no namjoon taehyung, no jungkook, no anyone to come to his aid and carry him out of this one mess. 

“can you keep quiet for a moment? this stings real bad and i’m trying not to vomit. — what are you even nervous about?” it was true he might be the less inclined of them all but seokjin knew well how to hold his own. he supposed he could face whatever it was that max on his fours and ready to bolt.

idek what meme this is from but hei

threats hold no effect on him any longer.

it might be a dangerous game to play, not to show any weakness. but alas, years on the job have shown him. his brothers had shown him. death also had its part to play here. 

“kill me…” he muses softly, head tilting to the side. seokjin from one year ago would have gone pale, would have let his eyes wander around nervously. death had been something to fear back then. 

nowadays, death made him wonder. “don’t let those words be empty of meaning. if there’s a next time, i’ll be counting on them.”

indeed, seokjin holds no fear towards death any longer. it promises to bring him back to the love of his life, after all. 

「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ @tcggery ( continuation ! )  ft: jin  !!

         being with him had slowly turned into an encounter that was making the elder being a little more familiar to the enchantress .   finding comfort in his office   ;  away from the lavish style she had seen in the club was a nice break from the reality that tied them together .   her being the errand girl for her aunt  had lead to this dangerous encounter .  it wasn’t    odd   or out of their routine to speak of such matters like now .   ian had grown to learn that jin could understand in an    intellectual    level and found freedom in being open in such a way with the ringmaster . 

❛    is it better though ?  burning the bridges to things you could never repair .    ❜    why wallow in      remorse   and hurt when cutting off emotional ties and relationships were better . ian had done it  ;   she kept to her script with the youngest of his clan .    ❛  i’ve found it useful to live such a way .  i don’t wonder anymore about the possibilities of fixing those bridges if they are burnt .  no more sleepless nights of endless ‘whys’ or ‘ how to make things better’ .    ❜   although it’s no lie that at first   doing such  (  extreme  )     measures was    p a i n f u l  .  letting the memories die and stopping hope but after a while , she felt it better .  she felt lighter and   happier . 

         nowadays, jin feels comfortable around ian. he suspects this is what brought trouble in the first place, the first time he became aware of her name through his brother’s judging whispers. they hadn’t been all too happy about the choices their youngest had made back then and jin had been a little too disinterested in other people’s affairs to really say anything on the matter. but he could guess at it now. 

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