Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU  Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right? 

AO3 | WP

Chapter 03: Spine Breaker

"What’s going on? Are you falling behind on the trend? You whined and complained to get it, did I strike a nerve?"

Seokjin hated meetings.

He especially hated these kinds of meetings.  

There was a part of him that had to keep his comments to himself throughout the whole sordid affair. Mostly because he knew it wasn’t his place to voice his opinions aloud. Namjoon and he were there simply to facilitate and comply with the wishes of their boss. It was the role he chose to take up and with that role came certain responsibilities and caveats.  

Speaking out of turn was not one of them.  

All the district heads sat in plush leather chairs around a well-polished redwood table. They typically held these sorts of gatherings in conference rooms at the swankiest hotel in the area. Whatever district the meeting was held determined who sat at the head of the table. It was a showcase of both power and respect, as well as tradition.  

Hoseok sat at the head of the table today.  

Both Namjoon and he stood on either side of Hoseok and just a few inches behind him. Other Seconds and Thirds mirrored their stance, standing behind their respective bosses. They remained silent as the heads talked among themselves, catching up on whatever idle gossip they wished to engage in. But on the inside, Seokjin knew that everyone had beef with Hoseok in particular, seeing as how he was one of the youngest at the table.  

At thirty, Hoseok had maintained his position. Seokjin and Namjoon ensured that he kept a firm hold on his territories. But something that most seated at the table failed to grasp was that Hoseok wasn’t just chosen to lead the Golden Jackals. Namjoon and the others may have urged him to take up the mantle, but Hoseok continued to be the boss on his own strength and merits.

  He wasn’t one to be trifled with.  

Hoseok flashed a casual grin, his gaze hooded – seemingly lazy – as he leaned back in the plush leather of his seat. Clapping his hands twice, he gathered up the attention of the others and they all soon quieted down.  

“Gentlemen,” he said, his tone deep and with just a hint of his country drawl curbing the end of it, “I believe it’s time we got things started. I know we all have things to do, so let’s keep this as brief as possible.”  

Shin Dongwook, leader of The Silver Snakes of the Guro District, scoffed as he raised a dark brow at Hoseok. His blonde fringe fell across the bridge of his nose as he lifted his drink, his rings clinking along the rim of the glass. “You hear that? The m aknae thinks he knows what our schedules are.” Some of the others snickered, bumping elbows with each other in amusement as Dongwook took a slow drink of whiskey. “Tell me, Hoseok-ah, is there really anything that we need to discuss today?”  

The muscle near Seokjin’s jaw pulsed as he ground his molars together. His eyes narrowed slowly as he watched the others smirking derisively toward Hoseok. He could see Namjoon shift uncomfortably out the corner of his eye, but Hoseok merely chuckled as he rolled his neck toward Dongwook.  

“Why Dongwook Hyung, I’m shocked you were able to attend at all. Seeing as how you can’t keep your own territory in order. I heard it’s quite a mess where you are.” Hoseok steepled his fingers while resting his elbows on the surface of the table. “Do you need some help?”  

Dongwook’s glass hit the coaster harshly as he bared his teeth at Hoseok. The table got quiet save for the sound of Dongwook’s throaty growl.  

“Watch your mouth, Jung Hoseok.” His dark eyes narrowed into slits. “How I handle my turf is my business, you got that?”  

Hoseok lifted his hands in the air in what Seokjin knew to be a mocking show of surrender. It surprised him. He didn’t think that Hoseok would be the first to begin needling into the others. Even though it was his right as the meeting was being held in his district, it normally wasn’t his style. Clearly the conversation the three of them had prior to the meeting had been weighing on Hoseok’s mind more than he’d initially let on.  

“Ease up, Dongwook-ah,” chimed Kim Pilsoo from across the table, causing everyone in the conference room to face him. “We’re in Hoseok’s territory and sitting at his table. You’d do well to remember that and give that seat the respect it deserves.”  

He was one of the older leaders at the table and one that everyone mutually respected. He’d been scuttling around in the underground circuit for some time and was one of the few who still remained from the older generation of gangsters. Pilsoo’s dark hair was showing a few slivers of gray and it was clear that this particular lifestyle had taken a toll on him – crow’s feet revealing themselves in the corners of his eyes. Pilsoo flashed Hoseok a knowing smirk as all the other bosses bowed their heads in respect toward him.  

Clearing his throat, Dongwook sat back in his chair and undid the button of his jacket. Hoseok leaned back in his chair as well, running a hand through his dark hair and the silver hoop in his ear seemed to gleam for just a moment. Seokjin kept a close eye on those around the room, watching their expressions and to see said expressions change the moment that Hoseok addressed everyone with what his main concerns were.  

“I’m only bringing it up because you seemed to have gotten a little too greedy these days, Dongwook Hyung.” Hoseok’s smile remained even though it was clear that he was about to unearth a sour topic at a typically non-hostile meeting. “You think that we don’t know what you’ve been up to, hm?”  

Dongwook scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about, Hoseok?”  

Hoseok’s eyes narrowed only a fraction, but it caused Seokjin’s lips to part slightly. Surely, he wouldn’t bring it up now. Not with all the other brothers in the room. Namjoon must have picked up on this as well, seeing as how he was giving Seokjin a curious glance. Shaking his head quickly, they both decided to wait for Hoseok to continue.  

“I’m talking about how you’ve been poking your nose into my affairs, Hyung. I don’t appreciate that.” He leaned back in the chair while tilting his head to the side. “That’s not very nice at all.”  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

Hoseok raised a brow. “You sure about that?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Because I think you do, seeing as how you sent your dogs to sniff around and mark my territory as your own.” There was a pause as he leaned forward a bit to rest his hands on the table. “I had my people take care of them though. Took them out like they were garbage.”  

“What?!”  

Seokjin reached his hand out to gently press his palm to the back of Hoseok’s chair. He felt it lean back, putting pressure into his hand as Hoseok sank back into the plush leather. He was treading a very thin line and he was taking a big gamble by letting Dongwook know about his little group encroaching into their domain.  

“Ambition is great and all, Hyung, but don’t you think you’re being a little rude coming into someone’s house and treading mud all over the floor?” Hoseok’s voice was light, as if he were telling an interesting story. There was no warmth in his words, however. Seokjin could hear the chill in his tone. “The least you could do is take off your shoes and bring a fucking fruit basket.”  

Dongwook shot up from his chair, as well as a few others. Dongwook may have been older than Hoseok, but age meant nothing in a circle of gangsters. No. It was about respect and experience; the ability to maintain control and to continue to hold the respect of one’s underlings. It was no secret that Dongwook’s hold on his entourage was starting to slack. There was clearly some in-fighting going on that he wasn’t at liberty to speak about. The fastest way to regain that hold and reclaim respect was to take over another boss’s territory.  

Treading into the Golden Jackals’ domain, however, was a big mistake.

Hoseok rose from his seat, causing the others to stand as well. Namjoon helped him slip into his coat while Seokjin handed him his phone. They all watched him finish his drink and set the empty glass back on the table.  

“I let your boys off with a warning, Hyung, because I respect you and the other brothers in this room. But make no mistake, I earned my place at this table, maknae or not.” He paused, readjusting his coat to sit more comfortably on his shoulders and Seokjin moved the chair out of his way. “I won’t sit still the next time you try it again.” Hoseok turned to the others and bowed his head in respect while Namjoon and Seokjin did the same. “See you at the next meeting, Hyungs. Pilsoo Hyung, I’ll come by to your hotel’s grand opening next month.”  

Seokjin hung back with Namjoon, waiting for Hoseok to move in front of them before they followed – not looking back into the conference room as an explosion of curses spilled from Dongwook’s mouth and the others attempted to get him to calm down. They made their way down the long corridor and entered the hotel’s lobby where the female clerk at the desk flashed them a nervous smile. Seokjin smiled back to her and he watched with mild amusement at the flush that crowned her cheeks.  

It wasn’t until the three of them were fully settled in the backseat of the large black sedan did Seokjin finally heave a soft sigh. His brows furrowed as he looked across from him to Hoseok who looked as laid back as he often did. It was like the meeting hadn’t affected him at all.  

“Was that really necessary, Hoseok-ah?”  

Hoseok sighed, a guilty smile forming on his lips. “Jin Hyung, I know what you’re thinking alright?” His gaze moved toward the window as he propped his chin in his palm. “But I wasn’t going to wait around and let him think he’d gotten away with it or that we were going to continue to play stupid.”  

Namjoon sat next to Hoseok and gently bumped his elbow against Hoseok’s. “I get where you’re coming from, Hoseok, I do. But I thought we decided we were going to handle Dongwook Hyung’s issues one-on-one?”  

“I know, I know,” he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice, “but it’s better to get that mess out in the open where others can hear. I don’t want them getting any funny ideas.”  

Seokjin looked to Namjoon and nodded. “He’s right. I think it was a good idea to put it all out on the table like that.” He paused, looking back at Hoseok. “But don’t you think you should have discussed it with us first?”  

Hoseok looked at him and smirked, giving him a half shrug. “What? So you two could convince me that it wasn’t the smartest of moves? Come on, guys, give me a little credit will ya?”  

A buzzing sound issued from the inside of Seokjin’s jacket pocket. He pulled out his phone and saw that it was Taehyung calling. He sighed before answering. “What is it, Taehyung-ah?”  

“Why do you always answer the phone like that, Jin Hyung? What if I’m just calling because I want to hear your voice?”  

“ Did you call just to hear my voice?”  

“Um…no."

“Do you ever call just to hear my voice?”  

“…uuuuh…”  

“What do you need, Taehyung?”  

Namjoon smirked while Hoseok shook his head and rolled his eyes. Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose as Taehyung went on another mini tirade before finally pausing long enough to catch his breath.  

“Anyway, I was just calling to let you know that the night clubs we secured last month are finally good to go. We shouldn’t have any problems since Jimin Hyung and I were able to grease a few palms.”  

“Good.”  

“How was the meeting? Is Hoseok Hyung doing alright?”  

“Everything’s fine. We’ll see you back at the house.”  

“Alright, alright. Yeesh. Bye.”  

Seokjin hung up and placed the phone back into his pocket. “Taehyung said the night clubs are good to go.”  

Hoseok gave a relieved sigh. “Oh good,” he said, pressing a hand to his forehead, “I was worried we were gonna have to secure some more cash.”  

Namjoon shook his head, half laughing and half disgusted. “Politicians are easy. It’s the DA’s office we need to be concerned about.”  

“We might be moving a little too fast, guys,” Seokjin said softly, his voice tinged with worry. “I’m worried about Yoongi and Jungkook with the boys.”  

“They’ll be fine.” Hoseok’s tone was reassuring but the worry lines were still deep on Seokjin’s brow. “We can’t afford to wait another year. You saw what Dongwook Hyung was willing to do, pressing his luck like that. We have to make our moves now or else we’ll be crushed under heel.”  

“He’s right, Hyung,” came Namjoon’s soft voice, “it’s now or never. We have to turn the tide or else we’ll drown.”  

Seokjin knew they were right. Hell, it was a suggestion he’d made a couple of years back. But something was settling in the pit of his stomach and it made him worry for his brothers. He knew that each of them was more than capable of taking care of themselves. But this was a different game they were playing. Ten years of living in Seoul had hardened them for the dark and gritty underworld. Now was the time to strike and really dig their claws into the ground – to truly make their mark.  

But if they got too far ahead of themselves, there was a chance that the ground would crumble right out from underneath their feet.

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn

“It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 04: Blood, Sweat & Tears

"But your wings are wings of the devil In front of your sweet is bitter bitter..."

9 Years Ago Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

He’d been in Seoul for a year now. Hoseok could hardly fathom it. He never thought he would be here in the big city. Maybe as a tourist, but not as a permanent resident.

For his entire life, all he’d ever known was the vast countryside of Hwaseong. His family was one of the more well-known ones of the area. The Jung family had the most land and descended from a long line of people who tilled the land. South Korea reached its peak in technological advancements. Farming equipment was better, and people still had to work hard, but not as hard as they once did decades back.

When Namjoon asked if they would come to Seoul with him, Hoseok had his reservations. They all did. But one by one, they arrived in Seoul. Jimin was predictably the last to get there.

The first year was the hardest for them all. Or maybe it was more difficult for everyone else except Yoongi and Jungkook. Hoseok wasn’t quite sure. What he did know was that Jungkook thrived in the city. He was no stranger to hard work and manual labor in the industrial aspect, taking on odd jobs from restaurant delivery to factory work.

It was a little more difficult for the rest of them since all they really knew was farm work. For a time, Hoseok worked in a produce warehouse. The job itself was rewarding, and he was able to secure a few connections. Namjoon seemed to be pushing himself even harder in school – going so far as to take night classes. There were times when he would come home to their cramped two-bedroom apartment, attempting a smile but there would be a nosebleed soon to follow.

Jimin and Jungkook took on extra jobs to make things easier on the others. Namjoon could only do so much while going to school. He seemed damned and determined to finish faster than the rest of his classmates. Hoseok remembered him talking to Seokjin late one night when the others were asleep. Hoseok had gotten up to get some water and that was when Namjoon explained how he was basically going to hit the ground running for them all. He wanted them to succeed - to live like kings.

Hoseok admired his ambition.

Taehyung entered the apartment carrying two large plastic bags. The aroma of food filled the room and Hoseok stood from his perch in the corner. He immediately made his way toward the kitchenette to retrieve the small table they all ate from. Yoongi was right behind him, a case of beer in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. Seokjin looked up from reading his book on the top bunk bed, peering over the edge to see who all had returned home. He waved to Yoongi as he dropped his bag just by the door and Hoseok smiled as a sleepy Jungkook appeared from the other bedroom, scratching at his head and tummy at the same time.

Yoongi smirked, reaching up to rub Jungkook’s head as Hoseok handed him a glass of water. The older man made his way toward the mini fridge to put up the beer and Hoseok grinned as Jungkook drank his water slowly. 

“Did you have a late morning, Jungkook-ah?”

He nodded, heading to the kitchenette to wash the empty glass. 

“What time did you get in?”

Jungkook yawned. “Five this morning.”

Hoseok frowned just as Seokjin came down from the bunk bed. “I told you to quit one of your part-time jobs, Jungkook,” chastised Seokjin, his brows furrowing slightly, “Your Hyungs will take care of everything.”

Jungkook laughed as he plopped down on the floor where the table was being set up by Taehyung. It was a modest spread that probably came from a variety of street carts and tent houses. Yoongi was busying himself in the kitchen, retrieving utensils and bowls for everyone. 

A sigh left Hoseok’s lips as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking at it, he shook his head when he saw it was from Jimin. Apparently he’d left his key at home and was making his way up the stairs. Without having to say a word, he looked at Yoongi and watched him cross the short distance to the door and opened it - revealing a slightly winded Jimin on the other side. He beamed, tossing his delivery hat to the side as he shrugged out of his uniform jacket and slipped out of his work boots.

“Something smells good!” he said cheerfully as Taehyung drug him down onto the floor to sit beside him. He looked around the room, noting that they were one person short. “Where’s Namjoon Hyung?”

No sooner had he said it, the door opened to reveal Namjoon. He immediately dropped his school bag to the floor and kicked off his sneakers. He had a troubled look on his face and Hoseok frowned. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out that something was weighing on his mind and it had been for quite a few weeks now. Yoongi handed Namjoon a beer and just as he was about to take his seat at the other side of the table, he stopped. 

Namjoon looked at Seokjin who was seated at the other end of the table. Hoseok peered at the oldest one of his friends and then watched as the two of them shared a nod. Soon, they were turning their eyes toward Hoseok and he blinked, not understanding why suddenly their attention was on him. What chatter was happening immediately quieted - disturbed only by the sound of clinking silverware.

“Hoseok-ah,” came Seokjin’s soft voice, causing Hoseok to look at him, “go ahead and sit over there.”

Hoseok’s lips parted. He was talking about taking Namjoon’s seat at the head of the table. Looking between the two of them, he wasn’t sure what to say. In fact, he was pretty sure he could say nothing in this moment. He saw Jungkook chewing on a piece of kimbap while Taehyung cracked open a can of beer. Jimin set his rice bowl down and Yoongi lowered his chopsticks to the table. 

“H-Hyung,” stammered Hoseok, unsure of what to make of this, “sitting there…”

“Means you’re the leader,” finished Namjoon, grinning. He shifted over to where Hoseok continued to sit and held his hand out to him. “So get up and take your seat.”

Grasping Namjoon’s hand, he could barely feel his body leaving the floor. He glanced back at Seokjin who simply nodded. After a moment, Hoseok’s eyes met everyone’s at the table. It was no secret what they were about to get into. They’d all talked about it in length for some time and while Jimin had been the most against the idea, he relented in the end. 

They were finally going to delve into the dark criminal underworld. They were going to become gangsters.

It was assumed that either Seokjin or even Namjoon would be the one to lead them. It had been their idea. These part-time gigs and scrimping for every chunk of change they had to make ends meet was only temporary. Hoseok was simply waiting for the next set of instructions to come from either of them.

“But why?” The question came out a little harsher than he’d intended. However, Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s expressions remained pleasant. He couldn’t explain it, but this almost seemed to upset Hoseok more. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only one who can, Hoseok,” said Namjoon, placing his hand on his shoulder. Hoseok couldn’t hide the confusion on his face and this made his friend grin. “I’m still in school, though I’m gonna bust my fucking ass to get out early. Seokjin Hyung has to get us established so his face is going to be all over the place. Yoongi Hyung prefers to stay out of that seat because he’s already doing his part to get everything together for the other gangs to learn about us.”

Hoseok looked over at Yoongi who smirked, holding his can of beer in the air in a ‘cheers’ sort of fashion. He blinked as the three youngest merely smiled and nodded while putting food into their mouths. 

Apparently this was all discussed without him. While part of him was upset, he knew the reason why they’d done it. If he’d been involved in the conversation, he would have fought tooth and nail to make sure that someone else was put in that seat. Because he didn’t believe he was qualified enough.

“Hoseok-ah, listen to me…” Seokjin’s voice was calm; collected. It eased the hammering of Hoseok’s heart a measure. “You are the most qualified to lead us. You’re level-headed, merciful, and your overall image suits what is needed today. We are young and inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean we’ll be like that forever.” 

He paused, standing so that he, too, could be at Hoseok’s side. “You’re the strongest of us all. Because we know how scary you can really become. That image is what we need to really make an impression.” 

Something flickered in Seokjin’s gaze and Hoseok’s brows furrowed. 

“ That is the edge we need to survive in this world.”

  Present Day Seoul - Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

Hoseok stood on the second floor balcony, a glass of scotch in his hand. It clinked softly as the cubes of ice shifted while he leaned on his back leg. The chilly night air barely registered along his skin, though he knew that one of the others would appear with a robe or light lounge jacket for him to wear. The house was so big but he always knew when there was movement around.

It was part of his nature to be aware of his surroundings.

His eyes lowered to the street as he waited for a set of headlights to appear. He turned his left arm over to peer at his wrist. It was getting late and while he wasn’t normally worried for his friends, it gave him relief to know when they were all able to return home. 

No sooner had he looked at his watch did a pair of headlights round the corner and up the hill. Without having to guess, he knew that it was Taehyung with Jimin. They always returned home around this time. Jungkook was napping in his room and Yoongi said he would be on his way after meeting up with a friend. Another set of lights appeared and he guessed that it was Yoongi right on the other two’s backs.

Hoseok vacated the balcony and closed the glass French doors behind him. Making his way downstairs, drink in hand, he saw Seokjin appearing from the study while Namjoon poured away over some paperwork in the den. They never were in the business of bringing work home, but these days it couldn’t be helped.

The beep of the security lock echoed in the foyer just as Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin entered the house. They stepped out of their street shoes and slid into their house slippers. A sleepy Jungkook slowly made his way down the stairs, getting his head rubbed by the three men before they all trudged into the den where Seokjin and Namjoon were waiting. 

Taehyung handed several thick manila envelopes over to Namjoon and Seokjin just as Hoseok sat in the large plush leather chair. There were two leather couches on either side of a glass coffee table - the surface inlaid along intricate metal workings. Jungkook stole a sip of water from the glass Yoongi’d just brought in, leaning in to sniff the older man and Yoongi laughed. 

“Hyung, you smell like booze and engine exhaust…”

Yoongi smirked, shrugging. “I do?”

Hoseok grinned, crossing one leg over the other while his house slipper dangled from his foot. “You look pleased with yourself, Yoongi Hyung.”

“You could say that.” He took a seat next to Jungkook and Jimin as Taehyung handed off the file that Jimin gave him. “Looks like you two were busy.”

Taehyung flashed his boxy smile, a hint of mischief sparking in his eyes. His silvery blue and black fringe danced along his brows and ears. “You could say that.” There was a playful tone in his voice.

Yoongi rolled his eyes while taking the glass of water from Jungkook when he was finished. 

Jimin sighed while brushing his chestnut bangs off his forehead. “We just did what we were supposed to. I don’t know why he’s gloating.”

Taehyung’s cheeks puffed out in defiance. He was a grown man and he still acted like a child. Expelling the air from his mouth, he looked at Hoseok with raised brows. “How was your meeting, Hyung?”

Hoseok chuckled while setting his glass on the nearby coaster. “I guess you could call it productive.” He leaned back in the chair. “Though Namjoon and Seokjin Hyung just about had heart attacks.”

“Lies,” said Seokjin while holding up an envelope in the air, “we were just trudging through, oh, I dunno, a proverbial minefield.” He paused, looking Hoseok in the eye as he raised a brow. “Hoseok forgot to mention that he was carrying grenades in his pockets, is all.”

Jungkook grinned as he rested his hands behind his head. “You must have told Dongwook Hyung that we trashed his crew.”

“I did,” came Hoseok’s nonchalant reply, “and I also told him not to come stomping through our turf again just because he can’t handle the shit going on in his own house.”

There was an edge to Hoseok’s voice that none in the room missed. Namjoon stilled his hands long enough to brush one of them through his ash blonde locks. “It was risky, but Hoseok made it very loud and clear that everyone needs to stay out of that particular area of Gangnam.”

“Dongwook Hyung is such a fucking piece of work,” snapped Taehyung as he stretched his long legs out in front of him. “He’s all bark and no bite. Always has been.”

“That doesn’t make him any less dangerous, Taehyung-ah,” Hoseok said calmly. “I gave him a warning, but that doesn’t mean he’ll take this insult lying down.”

“Let him try it,” Jungkook half-snarled, as if he were ready to launch an assault. 

Hoseok held out a hand to Jungkook. “Hey, none of that,” he chastised before looking to Yoongi. “There’s no guarantee that Dongwook Hyung was the only one with the itch to move into our territory. Don’t let your guard down and don’t make any hasty movements. Got it?”

Everyone nodded. They had spent some time making a name for themselves and it probably didn’t help that they had their fingers in a lot of different pots. Gambling. Investment banking. Night clubs and various other forms of underground entertainment. International dealings with other investment firms. Their next move would be to take over a few hotels and start going into the real estate business.

Land was more precious than gold.

“Seokjin Hyung,” said Namjoon suddenly, causing everyone’s eyes to look in his direction, “did you find a personal financial advisor that’s willing to work just for us?”

Seokjin grinned as he folded his arms across his chest. “I think so. It’s just a matter of getting them to bend a little.”

“Good. The sooner we get them working for us, the better off we’ll be. We need to start consolidating assets soon and focusing all of our energy into just a few projects. Spreading ourselves this thin worked in the beginning because we needed to get our names out there.” Namjoon paused, leaning back into the couch while tossing the manila envelope in his hand onto the table. “Now that people know who we are, it’s really time to sink our claws into the ground.”

Hoseok nodded. “The sooner, the better.”

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"I remember black skies, the lightning all around me. I remember each flash as time began to blur."

“Look, if I get one more goddamn message about either the Federation or the Pirates--I’m going to shoot you my own damn self.”

Yoongi growled at the screen while Jimin laughed like it was an everyday occurrence. Jin was overseeing the loading of his ship while Jungkook and Vairuit were making that the load was correct. They had gotten all the parts that they could ever need, plus some for the new ship that Nyala was taking them all to. They all had protested that Yoongi and Jimin shouldn’t go but they wouldn’t hear any of it and even the beautiful Jimin said that they would need someone with his skills once they got there. And Yoongi didn’t go anywhere major without him, so it was a deal for the both of them. Even Jin had complained that there wasn’t enough room for all of them but he was overpowered by the quiet man.

Now it was reaching Zero Hour for them and they had all kinds of people asking for the others, hoping to either collect the bounties on each of them or to get them off the station before real trouble happened upon them. Still, keeping the attention on them instead of the ship was smarter since they were finishing up. Getting out of there, however, would be the main problem as the entire area was flooding with both sides hoping to get a piece of the prize.

Yoongi had thought of that, a grin forming on his face as he placed everyone where he wanted them. It helped that he had such a network of connections and such everywhere he went, which meant that there were some that were fulfilling favors for him. They would be the decoys while they all got away, a simple plan that nobody would expect. After all, one expected the lot of them to blast their way out but any damage to the station would put others at risk. Another reason why both sides didn’t just fire upon it because it was integral to operations for both of them. Still, they laid in wait for them to come out of hiding because they couldn’t just sit there forever--and they were right.

The last of the cargo was secured in place when Jin took to the comms, letting them know that the ship was ready to go. The Broker then broke his silence to let the others know that they were proceeding with his plan, to cause a little chaos inside the station. Soon after, reports started to file in as Jimin caught them of the Outlaw’s last stand inside the station. It was the signal that the troops from the Federation would flood in and then the Pirates because they just couldn’t let them catch their prize. All the while, the group would take the safety junctions through the core of the station to the docks where the ship was waiting on them. It wasn’t as quick as going the direct route but it would see them there with as little conflict as possible.

Upon reaching the ship, Jin started on a tirade about how nobody cared for him and that all he was good for was to get them out of trouble. Everyone took places with Jimin taking Nyala’s place at the station she was previously at. He eased her away from it, a small smile on his face as she stepped aside--unsure about what to do in that situation.

The takeoff procedure was easy enough for them but it was getting through the ships. The space station wasn’t too far from an asteroid field, keeping the defenses of the station busy at all times with the number of stray asteroids that would head that way. Jin had been eyeballing a trajectory since things started to be loaded on the ship. He only had a few options but the field would be the best plan if they were to escape and get to subspace Drive. He just didn’t tell anyone about his plan of attack because he could only hear the opposition that would occur and he didn’t need to be distracted while getting them out of there. Once the ship made its way towards the asteroid field, that was when the concerned voices started to sound off. Even Jimin voiced his opinion about the action but Jin turned around in his seat and eyeballed them all.

“Look, this is our best chance of getting the fuck out of here so if anyone’s got anything else to say about my piloting skills--then they are welcome to take over. It’s either the field or the Armada.”

He waited for a second as silence filled the area before turning back around, resuming what he was doing before the protests broke out. He called out for Jimin to give him assistance, the other man hanging onto every word. The both of them moved at unnatural speeds as the ship sped towards the asteroid field, the words barely leaving Jin’s lips as Jimin was already punching it in. Unfortunately, there were ships that had caught onto to their plan and boldly followed them into the field. Yoongi yelled at Jin to slow down while Jungkook and Vairuit were busy blasting the rocks away from the ship. Nyala decided to help as she started to chant again, the energy gathering all around her before she released it. It sunk into the ship and Jimin reported that shields were actually gaining power because of it.

Jin weaved in and around the asteroids, dodging like he was made of something liquid. There were a few scrapes, a few bumps that just couldn’t be helped but he made it past the field and onto the other side with a victorious yell. The ship sailed right on through and started to prep for the jump to subspace, mere seconds after it was all clear. They wasted no time in getting out of there, leaving the battered ships behind them.

Once at subspace, they all breathed a sigh of relief--relaxing a bit as they took in their new freedom. Jin turned around in his seat and blew Jimin a kiss, who laughed and shook his head. Vairuit jumped up and suddenly ran to the back, where some of the cargo was stashed and brought back some glasses as well as a bottle of liquor. She grinned at everyone, knowing that she had placed it there when Jin wasn’t looking. They couldn’t really deny her the drink as the entire ordeal had been grating on their nerves.

So a drink they had.

It would be at least three days and two jumps to get to where they needed to go, another asteroid field that held an abandoned station. It was once a spaceport--until the planet nearby was destroyed. Some said that the Pirates had done the deed while others said that something had crashed into it, causing it to break up into pieces. The inhabitants had long fled the system, integrated with other parts of society in the System but the wreckage was still there. Still able to be used if one had the guts to do so and they did. The field wasn’t as dense as the one that they had gone through but it still posed some dangers.

Later on, Nyala had wandered into the cargo hold to inspect the crate that she had brought along. Her device beeped at her, varying symbols popping up as she ran tests to make sure that the cryosleep still held her in there. She didn’t notice that there had been someone behind her as she did so, more focused on her task at hand. Jimin was curious to see what it was that Yoongi had been talking about with Jungkook and Vairuit didn’t know too much about it either. Jin was more concerned about everything else that he didn’t want to bother him. So he went straight to the source.

“Miss Nyala, may I have a moment?”

Nyala almost jumped, never hearing or sensing him come up. She had been on edge about him since the moment she laid eyes on him, unsure of what it was that made her that way. Was it the fact that he just looked too nice, too innocent for his line of work or the company he keeps? Or was it something underneath that ran along the currents of their everyday lives that she was picking up on? She nodded, giving him more room in the cargo hold as she continued on with what she was doing. He peered at the device before looking up at her then to the crate, his words caught on the tip of his tongue as he chose his words carefully--like he always did.

“This crate contains the Bio-Android, yes?” A nod from Nyala signaled him to continue, “Do you think that the Pirates really will abuse her when they take her for their means?”

Nyala paused, hoping that would never happen but there was one thing that she was certain of. And that was the belief that the Armada held such strong beliefs that they would go through great lengths to achieve what they were looking for.

“Yes. And they will stop at nothing to get her and the ship we’re headed to. I understand if this is all too much.” She started to punch some buttons on the device when his hand was suddenly on her arm. His hand was gentle yet still had a firm grip there, for support. She put the device down and looked at him thoughtfully, eyes still red like embers under a dying fire.

“I don’t want that to happen to her. I am… familiar with her struggle and I care not to have the same thing that happened to me--happen to her. If Yoongi will not stay and help, then I will break myself off to help all of you along. No person should be a slave or put through something they wish to not happen.”

His soft words became bitter at the end, a glimpse of his true self breaking through the mask that he always carried. Nyala saw the paths of this man, in that moment and took a moment to realize something that she had neglected to analyze herself. The paths that they were all to tread, how they were all being gathered there. There must have been something more about their meetings than met the eye. She smiled at him, one hand reaching up to pat his cheek before announcing that she was fine. There was no damage and everyone was truly safe.

For the moment.

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