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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 WC: 2,544 Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 “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 11: Stigma

“Are you calling me a sinner? What more do I have to say?”

Three Days Ago Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea

A soft pop sound came from Taehyung as he pulled the sucker from his mouth, his eyes roving over the different wares in the district. Street vendors thrived in Myeongdong, as they did in most downtown districts, but he enjoyed the atmosphere of Myeongdong more than the others. It always seemed lively here, as well as in Itaewon. But Itaewon was also where a lot of the tourists went, and he wasn’t about to play “guide” for any of the non-locals. Even if some of them were kind of cute to look at.

He was also playing a dangerous game. This wasn’t Golden Jackal territory. Hell, this wasn’t even White Snake territory where Dongwook Hyung’s entourage claimed home. He wouldn’t have cared about that, even if it was. Jungkook and Yoongi Hyung did a number on his group when they came trouncing through Gangnam – watching as they ran with their tails tucked between their legs.

No. This was Jade Fang territory.

Like the Golden Jackals, the Jade Fangs were a group of young, up and coming gangsters. Their leader, Im Changkyun, had a few dark rumors swirling about him. There was a stigma that came with being a gangpae , but he knew Hoseok Hyung was doing his best to stray away from that. Especially since they were planning on going straight. But Im Changkyun didn’t care about that. He wanted to devour every district in his path, destroying all obstacles and eliminating any possible forms of opposition. He didn’t even bother attending district head meetings because he felt they were beneath him.

He was a real son of a bitch as far as Taehyung was concerned.

“Well, well, well,” came a voice through the crowd, “if it isn’t the Shadow Claw, Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung stood up to his full height, slipping the candy back into his mouth as he tried to pinpoint where the voice came from. The stick poked out from his mouth and he grasped at it with two fingers, watching as six men approached him dressed in business casual. Pedestrians parted the way, some scurrying off the side as they made it obvious they didn’t want to get caught up in the chaos that was surely about to ensue.

He wasn’t surprised that his reputation was well-known. All the upper ranks of the Golden Jackals were known by name. Taehyung, however, was called the Shadow Claw because he could meld in and out of a crowd. He struck from the shadows and disappeared just as quickly, like an actual thief in the night. He was rarely caught off guard.

Well, until now that is.

A single brow raised slowly and he mentally cursed himself for not agreeing to let Jimin tag along with him. He even offered to postpone his business trip to Jeju Island a few more days when Taehyung made it known that he was going to go on a little scouting errand. He’d reassured Jimin that he would be fine. He’d be in and out, quick fast and in a hurry. No one would know that he’d even been there.

Shit, he thought, rolling his shoulders back as they formed a semi-circle in front of him.

His back was to the street vendor and he could hear them quickly shuffling around. They were probably gathering their things so that they didn’t have their merchandise ruined. It was certainly a smart move. Taehyung grinned, flashing a boxy grin for half a second, then continued sucking on his candy. When he saw two of the six revealing the bats they’d had hidden behind them, he pulled the candy from his mouth and rocked on the heels of his shoes. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes while shaking his head.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, confidence clear in his tone, “who’s asking?”

The one who spoke grinned wickedly, his dimples showing as he reached into his pocket. “Lee Jooheon, the Yellow Jacket.”

Taehyung’s eyes never left his and he watched him like a hawk. With a flick of his wrist, his hand came out of his pocket and in his hand was something black and silver. He whirled it around with a flourish that showed his expertise in handling it and when his hand finally stopped moving, the distinct shhk practically screamed over the noise of the streets – the blade to the butterfly knife shining beautifully.

There was a pregnant pause that stretched between them before Taehyung clapped a fist into his palm, his face showing clear realization, albeit mocking. “Ah, from the Jade Fangs,” he said, then nodded. “Mmhm, I thought you looked familiar. It’s been awhile.”

Jooheon rolled his neck, his dark brown hair falling over his brows. Taehyung couldn’t help but find amusement in his dimples and he chuckled at the urge to want to poke at them. God, he was such a little shit but he already knew what kind of situation he was in. Crossing into Jade Fang territory was a no-no, but that never stopped him from doing it before. He’d just never been caught.

And now? Well, now he would need to come up with something clever.

“You’re a little far from home, aren’t you Taehyung?” Jooheon shifted his weight to the other foot. “You know this is Jade Fang turf. What gives?”

Taehyung gave a slight shrug. “I was curious.”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve trekked your dirty feet into this place.”

“What can I say? I like a little danger every now and then.”

“Well,” Jooheon said with a scoff, “you’ve definitely found it.”

Taehyung took a step back, the back of his calf brushing up against the vendor’s table. He held his hands up to show that he wasn’t trying to stir up any shit. “Look fellas,” he said lightly, “let’s not cause a scene. You guys just look the other way and I’ll be on my way. Whaddya say?”

Jooheon laughed and the others laughed with him, taking a step forward. “We already looked away enough times. This time? Well, we’re going to give you a little reminder of whose house you just walked into.”

“Well shit,” he muttered, taking another step back so that the table shifted on the ground, “guess you leave me no choice.”

He pivoted on his heels and jumped over the table, hearing the others scurrying behind him. He leaned over and upturned the table to serve as a shield. Once it obstructed their view, he thrust a kick into the bottom of the table and sent it sailing out. He heard it make contact with someone, but he knew that someone wasn’t Jooheon. Not wanting to waste another second, he vaulted over the fence and tore through the brush, barreling through the park as shouts of outrage roared out against his back.

He'd managed to make it several yards before a hand grasped onto the collar of his jacket. His arms went backwards and he slid out of his jacket, spinning on his feet to aim another kick into the gut of the person who’d caught up to him. He watched his jacket fly into the air while the other person hit the dirt and Taehyung snatched it out from mid-air. Not wasting time trying to put it back on, he turned to run again only to be stopped by two more of Jooheon’s group blocking his path.

One swung the bat at him as Taehyung skidded to a halt, his body bowing backwards to dodge the blow. The other aimed a punch to his ribs and he barely managed to block it with his forearm. Curling his body forward, he lunged out so that he could shoulder slam the one who’d tried to punch him. He felt fists crash into his back and he grunted. However, it wasn’t until the bat came down on the back of his knee did his legs finally buckle.

Using the force of his body, he shoved the guy in front of him out of his way and then spun around on his back leg to aim a jump spinning back kick into the guy holding the bat. It clattered to the ground in tandem with its wielder as he crashed to his knees. Two more came running toward him, further blocking his exit. Taehyung used the guy on the ground as a stepping stool, jumping onto his back so he could aim two kicks at his assailants. They flew back, crashing into the ground shoulder first, and Taehyung stumbled forward as he landed unevenly on his feet.

Looking behind him, he saw the four of them trying to get back up and he grinned. Just as he was about to launch off into a dead run, he was stopped by Jooheon. There wasn’t enough time to stop or even dodge and before he knew it, pain exploded into his side. Taehyung looked down and saw that Jooheon managed to shove his knife into his stomach, pushing it in all the way to the small silver hilt. A gasp of pain was all Taehyung could issue before someone’s fist crashed into his temple. The skin broke and blood flowed freely. He tried to aim a punch to Jooheon’s face and failed as he blocked, stepping forward and forcing Taehyung back a step. Jooheon shoved his hand away and crashed his fist into Taehyung’s cheek, forcing him to fall to the ground – taking the knife with him.

He inhaled dirt and coughed hard, his fingers digging into the grass as he tried to get back up. He was suddenly assaulted from all sides, several heels slamming into his back and sides. A kick crashed into his gut and he coughed hard, blood and spittle staining the ground. He growled, forcing himself up and as he did, he threw dirt in a wide arc. Hisses and yells of pain issued soon after and he rolled as far away from them as he could, scrambling to his feet and tearing off into the thicket of trees in the park. They gave chase but he was fast, his adrenaline kicking his speed into overdrive.

Running through the park for several minutes, he dodged and dipped through several dark blind spots. When the threats seemed further and further to his back, Taehyung dipped to the street and hailed a cab. Without bothering to give a destination, he just told the cab driver to hit the gas and to get him out of Myeongdong.

He painfully slipped his jacket back on, trying to button up the front so that the tell-tale sign of his injuries wouldn’t be obvious. He didn’t need the driver asking any questions or trying to take him to a hospital. Vision hazy, there was only one person he knew he’d be able to see.

Just one…

Present Day Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

“hyung-ah. Taehyung-ah!”

Blinking, he looked up – meeting the concerned eyes of Jimin. He grinned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Jimin frowned. “What’s up?! You went strolling through Jade Fang territory, that’s what’s up!”

Taehyung shushed him, waving his hands back and forth. They decided to have lunch at a traditional Korean tea house. Several patrons looked at the two men and they both bowed their heads politely, waiting for the other customers to resume their own conversations and dining before looking back at each other. Taehyung lifted his cup of green tea to his face, trying his best to ignore the look that Jimin was giving him.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?”

He saw Jimin’s brow twitch with annoyance. “After what Hoseok Hyung said, you think I’m being dramatic?” Taehyung nodded and he hissed when he felt Jimin’s foot connect with his shin. “He told us to keep our guard up and you had to go and get your ass caught in enemy territory.” Jimin seemed unfazed by the pout that Taehyung was giving him. “What were you even doing there?”

“I was scoping the place out.”

Jimin blinked. “…are you out of your mind?”

Now it was Taehyung who was flashing an annoyed expression. “What? We’re better than those fuckin’ punks. Hoseok Hyung could own that area and run it with his eyes closed.”

He heard Jimin sigh as he set his teacup down. “So what? You want to start a turf war with the Jade Fangs? Taehyung-ah, come off it.”

“You think we can’t do it?”

“No,” Jimin said, pointing a finger at him, “the point is that we shouldn’t be doing it. We’re trying to go straight, Taehyung-ah. That whole gang war shit is behind us now.” He sighed again and Taehyung folded his arms over his chest. “We had enough of that five years ago. Haven’t you had enough? Aren’t you tired of it?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to retort but felt he couldn’t when he saw the look on Jimin’s face. It wasn’t pity and it wasn’t anger. It was disappointment. It was a face that he often made when Taehyung did something selfish and so completely unlike himself.

Feeling the anger deflate from him slowly, he groaned before roughly rubbing his hand through his hair. He couldn’t win against Jimin. Not when he looked at him like that. “…yeah, you’re right.”

Lifting his gaze to meet Jimin’s, he smiled when he saw that he looked a bit more pleasant. Suddenly, his phone chimed. Looking at the screen, Taehyung grinned when he saw that it was from Raelyn. Swiping his thumb over the screen, he opened her message and blinked several times before laughing loudly.

Rae Noona: 1,170,080₩ - that’s how much your little house call is gonna cost you.

Wow. She really billed him.

“Who is it?”

Taehyung began texting his reply. “Raelyn Noona.”

Tae-Tae: Paypal or Venmo?

“Huh? You mean Raelyn Hyungsoo-nim,” Jimin asked in disbelief, “Hoseok Hyung’s ex-girlfriend, Raelyn Briggs?”

He nodded as she sent him another reply.

Rae Noona: Paypal charges so make it 2,340,240₩.

“…you really are crazy, Taehyung-ah.” He heard him sigh with exasperation. “Don’t you have enough women clawing after you? Why do you have to look at Hyungsoo-nim?”

“She’s not our Hyungsoo-nim anymore, Jimin. Hoseok and her ended things awhile back.”

Tae-Tae: I’ll just give it to you in cash.

Rae Noona: …no, just Paypal it. I don’t want to see you.

Tae-Tae: See you when you finish your shift! ; )

He put his phone in his pocket and shrugged, lifting the cup of tea from the saucer. “Besides, if I have to get down on my knees and beg Hyung to even let me hang out with her, then he’s not the Hoseok Hyung we know anymore.”

Jimin pursed his lips together, his worry etched clearly on his face. But he knew his Hyung well enough to know that when it came to his friends, his brothers, Jung Hoseok wouldn’t let that be a wedge to come between them. He always had a good handle on his feelings. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been able to lead them as long as he had.

Taehyung would have never called him their “Boss”. 

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No Words, pt 8

Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x Mention of OC [ft.  Namjoon x OC]

Type: Series

Rating:  18+ 

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Dirty. A smidge of MxM interaction [I mean they should just do it, but they said not yet. So I’m not even in charge of this story anymore.], Sleepy Namjoon voice while he holds his girl, did I mention tired, groggy Namjoon voice?, Plotting. Best Friend threats [you know when you threaten the bf/romantic interest to take care of your bestie, or you die? Yeah, that.]

A/N - Don’t you hate getting wrecked by your own story? STG. Kim Namjoon. I might start dropping the spin-off soon? Cause the other Kim is ready to speak his piece. As always, thank you for loving this hot mess.

Words:  2195

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Taehyung couldn’t help but smirk as the Maknae paced a hole into the wooden floorboards. Leaned back on both hands, that slight tilt to his head - that look wasn’t lost on Jeongguk. He knew it’s power well enough. Taehyung scoffed as he leaned back on his elbows. “Well, Gguk-ah?” A brow arched as he waited in that thick silence.

There was a muscle in Gguk’s jaw that seemed to throb with his pulse. His tongue prodding out the space of his cheek. A finger lifted toward the Visual as he approached. “Are you sure, Taehyung? Are you sure about this? About Her? You remember what happened, right?” He crossed his arms, watching that smug look melt away from Taehyung’s face.

It was replaced with something else, something…darker. Something that had Taehyung springing up from his comfy recline on the sofa. “Are you sure, Gguk-ah? Because I know what I want. I was sure two years ago, and I’m sure as hell sure now. I’m not letting her escape. Not this time.” Long spindly fingers clawed the air in front of Jeongguk’s face. “You know she feels the same way, Jeongguk.” He spoke between clenched teeth. “You knew it before, and you realized it at the Christmas party last year.” Taehyung’s mouth turned downward as Jeongguk sighed.

“It’s always been us, Tae.” The formalities dropped in this close private space between them. Jeongguk ran his fingers through the fluffy fringe of his hair. “What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?” The other hand reached and tugged as he spun on his heel. Tae watched him, the frown deepened.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the couch as the maknae paced. “You need to find out for yourself, Jeongguk. I can’t make this decision for you. But, it’s obvious that you need to say and do something, Gguk-ah.” His lips pressed into a thin line as Jeongguk turned to face him.

“I love you.” The massive push of air through the maknae’s flared nostrils rattled the air. They met each other with lust blown pupils.

“I know.” Tae’s deep rumble cut through the tension. “I love you, too. But I also love her.”

There was something akin to a breeze that past between them as Jeongguk closed the distance. His hands wrapped around the back of Taehyung’s neck as their foreheads touched. Tae placed a hand on Gguk’s chest, right above the thundering beat of his heart.

The Visual smirked softly, “And you might love her, too.”

“What are we going to do?” Jeongguk’s lips brushed against Taehyung’s forehead, a soft sigh escaping. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to put all the puzzle pieces together.

Puzzle pieces? Right. It was always when you were just about finished - that one piece still went missing. So you gave up or chose to start a new puzzle. The boys all managed to keep their relationships, outside or with each other, secret. They were supportive of each other over heartbreaks - just like any friend would do. They were professional enough that private dalliances never affected their work ethic. They worked hard to get where they were, and they wouldn’t jeopardize that.

Sometimes you needed more, and some understood that - without judgment.

And that is what Jeongguk feared the most. “Love exists in as many forms as there are people.” He spoke quietly against the elder’s skin. Tae arched a brow as he tilted his head upward. Their noses brushed as he awaited an explanation.

“I..” Gguk looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “I might have mentioned, discreetly, about this..to Ki-Nam.” Tae groaned, his head rolling back as his eyes shut. “Now, hold on a second. I didn’t tell him who or what. I just asked a question, that’s all.”

“And that question was?” Tae’s fingers lingered at the pinched section of the maknae’s hip.

“Can you be in love with two people at the same time?” The younger muttered quietly. “And he said, that love exists in as many forms as people do. So, the combination that works for me might not work for others.” Tae’s brow ticked upward, shocked at such a mature - and logical explanation. “But, he said that I would know that combination - and that if I’m not careful? I..it could go away.”

Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as that maturity came spilling out of Jeongguk. His gaze softened when those long fingers slid against the younger’s jaw. “Look at you, being an adult.” Gguk scowled, nipping at those invading fingers.

Taehyung was quick to remove them. The bunny bites could be…painful.

“So?” Gguk ruffled his hair again with a deep inhale. “I suppose we should plan something then, yes?” Turning to Taehyung, who was smiling wide - his wheels already turning.

“You need to get her alone, Gguk-ah. You have to let her know your intentions. You have to let her know that you’re serious.” Tae’s eyes darkened as he thought back to the karaoke room over a month ago. “I feel it’s typical that she feels the need to protect herself. But, she’s scared..and she’s stubborn.” Jeongguk smirked at that.

“I think that’s what I like about her.” The Maknae chuckled softly. “She comes across coldly, but the moment we need something? She’s there to worry about us. She really is sort of like family now, isn’t she?” He pursed his lips in thought as Tae nodded in agreement.

“She is. We know they had a difficult time when they got here. We’re not stupid - even if she and Tasha tried to keep it under wraps.” Taehyung let his fingers play over his bottom lip. “We’ve heard the stories, but to have that asshole just…”

“Taehyung, don’t.” Jeongguk’s voice turned raspy and deep. He remembered the way she looked, trying to scramble from the table. They were lucky to catch her before she found a cab. They both inhaled deeply before gazing at each other again. Taehyung tilted his face up as Jeongguk stood between his legs.

“You trust me, right?” Tae’s voice was quiet and deep. Gguk nodded quietly. “Then trust yourself, Gguk-ah. I do. My feelings for you will never change, even as we do. You’ll always be special to me. But, you know I can’t ignore these things.” He offered a slight smile. Tae has always been the odd man out. Still doing things on the far side of the typical path. He saw the world differently, and he acted upon it. Jeongguk was along for the ride, and it has taken them both places they couldn’t have found living in fear. They couldn’t have seen them if they weren’t living at all.

That thick muscle ticked in Jeongguk’s jaw as he held Taehyung’s gaze. His shoulders finally sagged, his head dropping in defeat. There was an energy between the three of them, this much was true. He wanted that sensation again.

Taehyung quietly watched the maknae process his emotions. He knew that pressuring Gguk would result in resistance. He considered it a blessing; he made the discovery on his own. It would be a higher chance of success with them working as a team.

“We’re supposed to do a late Thanksgiving get together.” Jeongguk’s voice was raspy, deep, and serious. Taehyung’s brows ticked upward with a nod. “But it’s not just our staff.” The younger’s arms crossed the broad expanse of his chest.

Taehyung sucked an irritated breath through his teeth. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be mixed in with one of the stations, right?” The younger nodded as he flopped down into a crouch. “That means the other students that either returned or stayed will be in the same space.”

“But, of course, we’re there for appearance sake, and then we’re off to do our own thing.” Gguk waved a hand haphazardly. “Maybe I’ll join you for karaoke this time.” Jeongguk lips lifted in a sly smirk. Tae tilted his head; the realization caused his eyes to pop wide open.

“You..” Tae stuttered as Jeongguk stood up, stretching with a smile.

“Hyungie, it’s a good thing that place was noisy,” Gguk smirked before moving to put on the coffee.

Taehyung’s growl wasn’t missed as Jeongguk couldn’t help smiling over the dig. The Visual wore a sour look as Gguk gleefully started breakfast. He glanced down to his phone, his fingers ghosting over a message he received earlier in the evening.

       Tash-Tash: I can trust you, right, Tae-tae?

       Tae-Tae: Of course, Tash-tash! Why would you question that now?

Jeongguk sang some melody as he cracked eggs and turned on the stove.

     Tash-Tash: Because my best friend is a moron and I can’t stand it anymore.

       Tae-Tae: Whaaaatt are you talking about, woman?

Taehyung stared at the message again - his eyes narrowing.

   Tash-Tash: Tae, I’m gonna be straight with you. If you don’t do anything? She’s gonna bounce. I can’t keep bouncing with her. I’ve gotten my Visa handled. You know how I feel about Joon. I’m not going to blow this. That girl loves you, she’s scared, and she’s being stupid. I can tell you now…she’s already booking plane tickets.

   Tae-tae: Thank you, Tasha. Thank you for trusting me and for telling me. I promise I’ll fix it.

   Tash-Tash: Good, I’d like us to spend New Years together. Plus, I know you’re birthday is coming up. Get on it, Kim Taehyung, or I’ll come and put my foot in your ass! <3

At that time, Jeongguk managed to throw together a cheesy egg toast. Taehyung turned the phone toward him as he chewed. He watched the maknae’s eyes darken and lift to him. “Our girl likes to run, doesn’t she?”

Taehyung smiled as he picked up his portion. “Good thing, we love a good chase.”

——-

The blue light of the cellphone illuminated in the darkness of the room as she stared at the screen. A set of forest green eyes settled on the thin space in the curtain. She could see the world changing as something like Winter set over Hannam-dong.

Thick fingers dragged up her thigh and along the curve of her hip. “Jagiya.” The raspy voice thick with sleep ghosted a warm breath against the nape of her neck. She couldn’t help the smile threatening to split her face. The taller form tugged her from her perch on the edge of the bed. The phone lost to the piles of clothes already on the floor. A forearm across her abdomen held her captive with a groan. “Are you still talking to Taehyung-ah?” Namjoon didn’t bother to open his eyes, but she could tell he was definitely awake.

Tasha looked over her shoulder slightly, his face obscured by the pillow and her shoulders. “I did.” Her gaze moved to the window again. “He said he would fix it.” She chewed the meat of her bottom lip.

“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.

Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.

“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily.

“You weren’t that easy either, jagiya.” Tasha ducked her face into his shoulder at that.

“I didn’t expect to…” He watched her fight to say the words.

“Fall in love?” He finished.

“…with you.” She added.

“I was just one of those people. Didn’t even believe in true love.” Tasha’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the sleep-thick rasp of his voice? Perhaps it was the lyrics? “All of my wonder. You are the answer..”

They stared at each other in that heavy silence before Namjoon pulled her closer. His head resting atop hers as he drew lazy circles along her spine. She fell asleep against the steady thrum of his heart.

Namjoon watched the world flutter by outside his window. His gaze lowered to the steady rise and fall of her shoulders. He fell back into that steady rhythm of sleep with her in his arms. A luxury that was rare and welcome.

Namjoon held Tasha a little tighter that night.

                                 Taehyung-ah, don’t give up.

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