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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS, 여자친구_|_GFriend_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon
      |_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Eunbi_|_Eunha
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Namjoon_|
      Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung
      Eunbi_|_Eunha, Hwang_Eunbi_|_SinB
  Additional Tags:
      Siblings, College, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Gay, Love, Tragedy,
      Fluff_and_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-09 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2118
****** On The Other Side ******
by Eunjibear
Summary
     There has been gangs In Seoul for many years, though after the arrest
     of one of the biggest gang leaders crime related things had calmed
     down. Two years later, the same gang has been causing problems again
     from the inside, with new names and new faces on the out.
     Min yoongi, a hacker in the middle of Seoul is called in to work for
     the crime organisation, while his feelings are being torn between
     work and a certain officer who he used to hold feelings for, park
     Jimin.
Notes
     This is going to be a mishmash! I really wanted to do a Gang Au, but
     I also want to experiement with some things. This is mainly going to
     focus on Bangtan, but I wanted some female characters so thought why
     not! Gfriend will do! Considering they already have some connections.
     JUST WANT TO POINT OUT! Bangtan isn't violent in anyway, this is just
     a story! So if you are new to Bangtan dont base them off this, they
     are dorks and are lovely <3
Click click
Click, slide, scroll.
That was the sound Min Yoongi heard almost 24/7. Cooped up in his bedroom, the
curtains almost always closed, only shadows reflecting on his now pale skin.
The only light that the man ever really saw came from the multicolored keys he
had on his laptop, along with web pages and sheets of codes that he had worked
on for hours though out the days and nights. He lived in his own little world
most of the time, desperately working on something, constantly having something
to do with his hands, so that the temptation to do things that weren't exactly
honorable wouldn't sink in. Being a hacker was a lonely job, and so had come to
learn of certain dirty substances to keep his concentration as well as
entertainment on track. Sure, he had people that considered him a friend,
though his line of work wasn't exactly a place for sleepovers with old friends
and deep, meaningful relationships. For him, it was was more spontaneous
parties or the casual hook up when his testosterone decided to kicked in.
Friends and girlfriends? Nah, they just got in the way.
He span his computer chair around, turning to examine the sheets of paper that
were stuck along the right side of the wall. It was almost completely covered
with red string that was tied around pins in multiple loops, following to
pictures of buildings and people with one big, black X in the middle. He had
sat there for many days and nights re-arranging the evidence, though what ever
crime he connected with people never sat right with him. Something was always
off. That being said, Yoongi wasn't really a detective of any sorts.
The corner of his room suddenly lit up, his attention turning to the phone that
was plugged into its charging port, pilled right on top of 7 other phones that
he had wound up owning in the last year. He bent down, pressing the speaker
button, allowing the person to say what they needed to while he walked back to
his wall.
"Hyung! It's Taehyu-"
"I know, dipshit. It says your name everytime you call me." Yoongi responded
before he had finished, the annoyance clear in his tone. Taehyung didn't care,
however, he just laughed and thought of it as a joke.
"Under dip shit or Taehyung?" He asked, hearing only silence in response.
Yoongi thought he would leave a little to the imagionation. "Aww, Hyung! That's
cruel."
"What did you want?" He asked, just wanting to get to the point. He wasn't the
type to enjoy mindless chit chat and jokes when there was a clearly a reason
for his call.
"Ah, yeah. I need you to get Intel on these guys. Jungkook managed to get a
tracker on there jacket while I was flirting with him, but they were onto us
and fled." Taehyung said. There was traffic in the background, so Yoongi ended
up returning to his phone and removing him off speaker in attempt to understand
him better. "So could you look up the position of the tracker you gave us?"
"What's in it for me?" He asked, receiving a whine from one of the groups
youngest members. Of course, he was only joking around, as his other hand was
already searching for the mans location on his laptop. "Listen if you've been
whoring yourself out again for work-"
"It's not whoring myself out!" Taehyung complained, and Yoongi felt the corner
of his mouth turn up when he heard Jungkook laugh at his comment in the
backgroup. "Shut up, Kook!" He whined again, "I'm just doing my job. It's not
my fault people fall for it."
Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaning forward a little as he watched the little red
mark move forward around the back of some road on the map. He cut off the
current conversation, sighing heavily. "He's in Myeongdong. Just gone past the
big crossing and now he's in the backstreets." Not a second passed after the
words left his mouth before Yoongi had shut down his phone and slid it across
the floor again. It wasn't exactly an inconvenience, as he did like the group
that the boy worked with, though he wasn't tied to a specific organisation, so
he didn't like to always waste his time helping out high schoolers. Taehyung
was slightly different, as he knew from there hometown in Daegu, where Yoongi
had sometimes babysat him while his parents went out for dinners and shit like
that. Come to think of it, other than that, Yoongi really had no ties with
anyone.
His eyes flicked towards the clock on his desktop, and though it was almost
coming to 3am, the man still wasn't finding the exhaustion inside of himself.
He hadn't slept properly in days but he had grown accustom to it now so sleep
was nothing but a pass time. He figured maybe a casual walk or a hook up would
do him good, considering the idea while he picked up a few of the papers that
had fallen from his last case. He shuffled them onto his desk into a somewhat
pile, before scooting them under the keyboard of his other computer.
The next few minutes consisted of him collecting a few devices, along with
clothes for the walk down into town. He lived in a hotel right outside the
center of Seoul, so everything was conveniently placed for someone like
himself. He lived on the 13th floor so even going downwards he would always
take the lift to the ground floor. If the lift was broken, he just wouldn't go
out. As simple as that.
He pulled his hood up and over his dusky, blonde hair, stuffing his hands in
his pockets, feeling old recites and cigarette papers against the materiel.
Yoongi rarely had the interest in cleaning out his pockets, and so usually just
forgot about everything that was in there.
He lit up on his search for something to do, smoke following behind him in a
clear fog along with complaints from other people. He brushed it off, heading
into the nearest bar that he could find that still had it's lights on in the
early hours. The southside was the usual one he went to, and once again the
lights where still wide awake, just like himself.
He plopped down in one of the corner booths, wanting to stay out of peoples
way. He removed his hood, shaking out his hair that had ended up getting
slightly damp anyway, before pulling out his phone and scrolling though the
three contacts that he had kept with him. One of them was his own brother, so
it really put into perceptive how sad his facebook profile would look if he had
a real one.
The bar was pretty empty at this hour, though regular chatting and the odd
foreigner struggling to order a basic drink always made him feel warmer than he
did at home. He felt bad when he heard others talking shit when someone
struggled to order, he didn't think it was necessary. He didn't speak English
well himself, and was pretty sure none of the assholes around him did either.
Silly little things never failed to make his blood boil, though he was a lot
better at controlling his anger than anyone else. Even when he was drunk, he
was still pretty melancholy. He watched the woman sit down alone, clearly
unnerved by the situation. Yoongi knew what it was like to feel unwanted in a
foreign country, so found himself moving over a little and calling over to her.
"Don't speak English good. But you can come sit, please?" Yoongi wasn't sure if
that was the right way of putting it, though her smile and the fact she had
moved over to him made it clear that she at least understood what he had meant.
The night went on pretty slow, and Yoongi spent most of the time zoning out to
what ever she was saying. It wasn't that he was being rude, but he couldn't
really understand anyway, and his phone kept buzzing in his back pocket. He
left for as long as he could, before finally pulling it out and seeing
'Dipshit' written across the screen. He sighed, about to say he had to take it,
but he couldn't. At that moment, a face that he recognized walked in with a few
other men in suits. He himself was in his 20's, and he remembered this person
being a little younger than he was. It was Jimin. Park Jimin from his old
school. Of course, Yoongi wasn't the type to call out to someone he used to
know and have the awkward catch up, but just buy his suit and the way he smiled
with the others, he could tell he was doing well. That alone was enough.
As the next half an hour ticked by, Yoongi found himself sitting with a drink,
his eyes fixated on his old friend. To Yoongi's delight, the woman he had
called over left after her first drink. He wasn't so much a social butterfly,
he really only talked for a long time with people for a hookup. Considering
that he couldn't share the language with her, he figure it was best to not fool
around with someone who was on vacation.
The hacker decided to sit alone with a couple of shots for a while longer,
rolling up a new cigarette for the walk home. He glided his tongue along the
white wrapper, while his fingers carefully secured the tobacco inside the roll
up.
"Yoongi-hyung?" A cheerful voice asked, quickly sitting down at the same booth
without invitation. Yoongi, of course didn't put up much of a fuss as he
recognized the voice. He didn't even have to look up to know who it was.
"Hey, Jimin." His voice came off a little cold at first, though Jimin only
smiled and nodded. Yoongi's eyes averted upwards, his body shuffling to pull
the lighter from his pocket while he spoke. "I'm suprised you remember me."
"Really?" Jimin scoffed, "aside from the dyed hair you look like you did in
high school."
Yoongi scrunched his nose up at the comment, not wanting to remember his days
in school. Even back then, the boy had been almost nonexistent in lessons and
would usually be off doing his own thing. If Jimin hadn't been so persistent
with him during his school days, there was no way he would have remembered him.
"Yeah, well, I am the same person." Jimin smiled at his answer, glad to hear
that he was still giving the same smart ass comments as he used to.
Jimin looked like he was about to open his mouth, though the sound of his now
drunken friends were calling from the other side of the bar, asking if he was
coming with him. Naturally, Jimin told them that he would be right with them,
and Yoongi tried his best not to show that he was relieved about him departing
after only a couple of minutes.
Jimin grabbed a napkin quickly, jotting his mobile number down on it, before
folding it in a small triangle, sliding it over to his hyung. "You should call
me or something? We could catch up and hang out like old times?"
It was the one thing Yoongi really didn't want to do. The basic catch up was
the most irritating thing about having friends that eventually drift apart.
"Thanks." He said, not answering whether he was going to call him or not.
Either way, his old friend knew him well, he was probably well aware that he
wasn't going to be calling him anytime soon.
"As cold as always, huh?" Jimin laughed, standing up and tucking his shirt into
his suit pants. He backed up a little, not taking his eyes off Yoongi. The
blonde only stared as if he was waiting for him to finally fuck off, giving him
a half assed wave. "call me okay? Actually do it."
Yoongi watched as he turned, the bell on top of the door chimed though out the
bar with his exit, the back of his suit disappearing into the night. His
Colleagues arms hitched around him as he stumbled down the road, Jimin
obviously caught him, lifting his arm over his own shoulders, helping the man
down the road. Yoongi didn't realize it until he was no longer in sight, but
the old feelings he had for his ex friend was clearly not gone, but it was more
like they had been on hold right up until that very moment.
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