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Ok yes thank you maybe I will purchase your product you got me with this guy

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hey!! go read the new chapter on my bts mafia fic, all the king's men!! its on ao3!! go read it now!!

read it here!!

here's a bit of a teaser ;)

"Master Jung…?" Hoseok snapped his head around so fast it likely cricked his neck, looking at Wong in confusion. He realized he was expected to have an answer; he had approximately three seconds to respond before he seemed incompetent to his men. He racked his brain for what had been discussed just a moment ago and remembered Sang going on about police crackdowns and arrested skins.

"I don't give a damn about the police. Complain to my father enough and he'll handle it." He spoke rapidly, looking the group of men over. That seemed to be the right answer. "We'll remind those pigs who's really in charge here and dispose of any that refuse to cooperate."

There was a murmur of agreement as Hoseok finished speaking. He looked over at Dong who seemed pleased with the answer. Hoseok let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding.

“I’ve had enough of this.” He spoke loudly, attention turning to him. "We're taking a break. Go for a smoke or a piss or whatever it is you do." There were looks of annoyance and confusion on the faces of the men at the table, but he couldn’t care any less even if he wanted to. When no one made a move to leave he shouted "Out! Out out out!" He watched as the men jumped to their feet, scrambling to get out of the room. It was by no means ordinary to adjourn in the middle of a meeting and Hoseok knew it. He had sat in enough of the wretched things with his father and Dong to be aware of this. He looked over at Dong who gave him a quizzical look. Hoseok stood and paced to the window, looking out it with his arms held behind his back.

"That one there, with the blond hair and pinstripe suit. Who is that?" He asked as he gestured at the male he had previously been observing. Dong squinted at the man for a moment before sharing his head.

"I'm not sure Master Jung. I expect he's a tribute." Dong replied, still studying the blond.

"No name? What about who brought him?" Hoseok asked, desperately wanting an answer. Dong just frowned and shook his head once more.

"I'm afraid I haven't a clue."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to go see for myself." Hoseok replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world, when in reality that couldn't be further from the truth. He had never once seen his father take interest in a new blood and act on it. Hoseok realized he didn't actually care though. He left the elder in stunned silence as he slammed the heavy oak door open. The right men were all flustered around the door waiting to be let back in. A few were smoking cigarettes and Hoseok even noticed Sang had pulled a flask out and was sipping from it. He kept his head held high as he passed by, not stopping to look at any of them.

After a moment Hoseok burst through the large wooden double doors into the courtyard. The November air was cold enough to knock the breath out of him and cause him to want to curl up into himself. He couldn't do that, couldn't show that weakness though. All heads whipped around to look at his dramatic entrance as he stride towards where the blind was last seen. All eyes fell to the ground and one of the men shuffled to the side out of Hoseok way. He spotted the blond and stopped right in front of him. It took him a moment to realize that Hoseok wanted to speak with him and his eyes dropped to the ground, an embarrassed flush creeping over his face.

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i'm here to let you know your sentence long post did not account for every single human experience. please delete it immediately and apologize with tears

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Jung Hoseok is set to inherit infamous gangster empire, Gwangum-gu. Park Jimin is a prodigous rookie chosen to bring it all crumbling down. Things don't always go as planned.

"Babydoll, you knew the game. You played it pretty damn well, too. It sucks that I won, hm?"

hi!! i'm lucky~ after mulling over this idea for a fic, i've finally published the first chapter to a03. its a bts gang/mafia au because im a sucker for those. it was inspired by sugamin's house of cards, and you can probably tell it hehe.

this fic is my baby and means a lot to me, so i'd like if you checked it out! it's gonna be a longer fic, somewhere between 130k words and 260k words. its gonna be all angst and smut, no comfort (if you're into that).

if you like violence, smut, gang aus, dark/disturbing themes in a fic, this is definitely a good one for you~

read it here!!

(bonus except from the prologue):

“Alright, Park, we’re sending you in.”

Those six words sent shivers down Jimin’s spine. He felt his stomach clench in a way he thought he might be sick. Normally, Jimin was excited to be sent on a job. Traffic checks, missing pets, and random checks based on local reports were the normal job. But this job? This job made Jimin feel like the unluckiest man in Seoul. On the list of phrases Jimin didn’t want to hear, that should not have been so high up. The feeling Jimin had was like someone just told him he had cancer, or that his dog died. 

The last time Jimin felt this hopeless was when his father passed in a car accident. Jimin had been 12 at the time, and felt like he would never recover. Obviously, he did, but he had never felt such agony as then. Except for now. Now, Jimin felt like “the same scared little kid. He turned around in his swivel chair and looked up at his boss, Seokjin, dumbly with his mouth agape. Seokjin stared at him in his usual, somewhat unnerving way. Jimin swallowed before mustering the courage to speak.

“Puh-Pardon?” Jimin bit his bottom lip and it felt like he was spinning so fast he might just die. Seokjin cocked and eyebrow and crossed his arms. 

“You heard me. We’re sending you in. I got the higher-ups to approve everything.” Seokjin stated, matter-of-factly. He moved some papers that had been scattered on Jimin’s desk out of the way and leaned against it, the edge of the desk pressing into the back of his thighs and causing his trousers to wrinkle up. Seokjin shut Jimin’s laptop and sat a folder on top of it, motioning for Jimin to open it. He made no move to do so.

“I’ve been working on getting as much information as possible together for you. You probably already know all of this, since you’ve been meticulously following every move of Gwangum-gu for a year now, but I thought you might appreciate a ‘study guide’ of sorts,” Seokjin started, running one hand up and down his thigh absentmindedly. 

Jimin very quickly decided that Seokjin purposely decided to be unprofessional in the fact he didn’t pull out a chair to sit, choosing to use Jimin’s desk. He felt so very tiny in Seokjin’s shadow, and it was terrifying. He felt his heartbeat quicken, realizing that he was like a tiny ant in front of a massive shoe; like any moment Seokjin would squash him under boot. 

He looked over at the now-closed laptop he had been sat at for nearly 7 hours, scanning through security footage and interpreting intercepted messages. He had done all this in the hopes he would catch some sort of slip-up, something he could use to file an arrest warrant. But all of his efforts were for nothing, since every non-suspicious word in the Webster Dictionary was used as cover. Why did mobsters have to be so fucking tricky? Why couldn’t they just say ‘Hey man, be ready for the heroin shipment at noon today! How was that murder? Did you hide the body?” Sometimes it all made Jimin feel like slamming his head against the wall, because probably that would have better results than what he normally did.

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omg imagine being born and you are on a spaceship and everyone aboard is sooo so mad at you just because you burst out of some guy's chest to be born. like um sorry i've not been alive before i didn't even know that's not allowed please be nice to me um the spaceship floor is cold is no one going to knit me some little booties i am calling child protective services

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new favorite tweet

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Men whimpering

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I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

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Idk if this is a me thing but sometimes I feel like I’m in a constant state of forestalling grief. Scared that I might lose someone, scared that something might end, scared what I’d do if it did end. I have to be extremely intentional to live in the moment & not consider the long-term consequences of truly immersing myself in something or someone, for the undeniable fact that all things have an end. I wish this was a thing my brain chemistry accepts, but it really does fuck w me every now and then. Sometimes it feels like no moment will feel better than the current one, and that’s one of the most bittersweet things ever

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ruining your life all by yourself beautiful?

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maybe later we could hang out and take turns bursting into tears

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jimin + his never ending saga against chairs (credit: qdeoks, @/gukgi​)

bonus:

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fun fact: the reason that the plural of goose is geese but the plural of moose is not meese is because goose derives from an ancient germanic word undergoing strong declension, in the pattern of foot/feet and tooth/teeth, wherein oo is mutated to ee. however ‘moose’ is a native american word added to the english lexicon only ~400 years ago, and lacks the etymological reason to be pluralized in that way.

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Thinking about him fingering me and telling me how tight I am and how good I'll feel around him. Him telling me to be a good girl and cum for him

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sometimes i fr feel like im faking having an ed like maybe im just a fat person who feels rlly guilty about being fat LMFAOO

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Torture me. Make me masturbate and cum for you and then eat me out, while I’m still way too sensitive- hips bucking and legs shaking at every lick or touch.