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As he worked on your other hand, he paused his motions. “You don’t need to struggle alone,” he muttered, almost too quietly for your ears to pick up. The words brought forth an ugly twist in your gut, your shoulders tensing up almost imperceptively.
“I deserve it,” you whispered, gaze stuck on your bandaged hand.
I’m squealing!!!!
Ash. Ash.
I don’t think you realize how fast I bounded up the stairs and flopped into bed when I realized that you had already posted part two of Fractured because you posted a snipped of part 3 recently, and my eyes went so wide!!! This is by far my top favorite series currently and I would do anything for the reader and all of the characters. And this is only part two so....
Maybe it’s because I LOVEEE mafia/assassin-esque fics because I read the Gallagher Girls series when I was younger and wanted to be an assassin myself because of it (we don’t talk about this), or maybe its because the way you write is like gold and if I could reblog this and give you my heart a million times over I would. But I can’t and it’s sad but I hope that my enthusiasm transcends the barrier of a laptop screen.
I really love the beginning of this chaper. I love the fact that from the beginning you immediately feel her despiration and desire to forget what happened the day before through her punches. And I also really admire the fact that you introduce another emotion into this part: guilt.
Your life was a whirlwind of doing things you regretted and dealing with the consequences later. The guilt, the gnawing emptiness. It grew with every mission, the branches of torment expanding to fill every nook and cranny of your head.
So you tried to forget.
Sadly, I’ve been in this position before. Choosing another source of pain to distract from the main one. Overworking myself until my mind was numb and there was nothing else to focus on. It’s tough, so I can only imagine what is going through her head as she’s trying to forget the past. Especially with a job like this one. It’s bound to result in intense emotions such as these, so I really feel for her.
I’m excited and nervous to see how this continues. It was also nice to see Namjoon’s father appear again as he seems to be the ultimate head of everything and everyone. It’ll be interesting to see why he has this hate for her, and towards his son as well. Is it jealousy? Does he just see them as weak? Does he wish for another life outside of this one? So many questions and I’m sure that there will be more as this continues. And I’m also really excited to see more of the other’s personalities weave through here as well.
And the ending!!!! Yoongi already has this aura about him. He’s quiet and doesn’t say much, but when he does his voice and his words are something that make you want to listen and take to heart. He’s so powerful even though this is just the beginning of their relationship. So soft yet firm and mature, and seems to have a good head on his shoulders. I just can’t wait until the next part comes out. I’m sending all of my love!!!💕💕💕💕
Fractured (part 2)
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Word Count: 3.7k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of violence including murder (non-explicit), mentions of guns, mentions of blood, minor injury, toxic household, sparring, mentions of mental illness/trauma including: flashbacks, self-loathing, unhealthy coping mechanisms, anxiety, panic.
Rating: 18+
Summary: You’d always known something was strange and different about your “family,” but it wasn’t as though your environment encouraged curiosity from you. You thought you wanted to know all the answers, but nobody ever told you that the more you learned the more pieces of yourself you would leave behind.
A/N: This chapter took a while for me to write, but it’s finally here. I was originally planning to make this longer, but instead decided not to overwhelm with too much character establishment at once. But not to worry, we will be meeting all of the boys soon, and there will be longer chapters in the future!
If you would like to be tagged in further chapters, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me a message!
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Left. Right.
Distraction was your best friend.
Left. Right.
You didn’t have to worry about anything else when all you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears and all you could feel was the fiery ache in your limbs.
Left. Right.
You didn’t want to think about yesterday. You didn’t want to think about him, or the way – you shook your head as if to dispel the thought.
Left. Right.
The way he begged for his life once he realized who you were –
Left. Right.
The way the desperation in his eyes turned into hopelessness –
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
“The gloves exist for a reason, you know?” an amused voice called out from the doorway. Shocking you out of your trance, you unclenched your fists, hissing at the intense ache as your fingers stretched out. You didn’t notice Yoongi’s approach until he was right in front of you, hands gently gripping your wrists as he eyed you with concern. He wasn’t the best at recon for nothing, after all.
“You’re bleeding again,” he stated simply, disappointment lacing his voice as he turned your hands, inspecting the cracked skin of your knuckles. “You should be taking better care of yourself.”
“Why?” you asked bitterly, “Besides, this is how I take care of myself.” Your tank top, leggings, and hair were all sticking uncomfortably to your skin, soaked through with sweat. You struggled to even out your breathing, eyeing the punching bag still swaying from the force of your fists. You practically lived and breathed here when you weren’t out on a mission, determined to remove yourself from harsh reality, even momentarily.
It was then that he looked at you, brow furrowed and eyes heavy with emotion. Sadness? Empathy? Displeasure? You tried not to let your heart sink at the thought of him being unhappy with you. Despite all of the boys knowing about your habits, you found that Yoongi was typically the one who sought you out, determined not to let you self-destruct.
In a world that was loud and dangerous and unrelenting, you found comfort in his quiet care, never asking you to talk about your feelings. Not that you would talk – he knew you like the back of his hand. Several years older than you, he had more memories of you than you even had of yourself. While you hadn’t been the closest growing up, his age and seriousness having your younger self favour his juniors, you couldn’t say he wasn’t always there for you.
It was as you grew older that you learned to appreciate his maturity and bluntness. You could always trust him to give you objective advice, though you hadn’t gone to him with anything besides work in years. It wasn’t as though you were going through anything the others weren’t, and so you preferred not to complain.
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