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taekookficrecs · 4 years

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Do you have any taekook average/long fics related to mafia/gang stuffs with a hint of angst and smut? (Top tae if possible) Thank you ! ❤

helloooo !! gang aus coming up :) these might not have all the elements each of you are looking for (especially the angst since these aus tend to be pretty heavy) but i hope you can enjoy them nonetheless.

Kiss With a Fist - byeolguk (( 30/? | M | 187,718 ))

“Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him.

“Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in.

Taekook Prison Au

The Viper and His Bunny - buttercupguk (sselizabeth) (( 29/? | M | 241,895 ))

Taehyung had the entirety of Seoul in the palm of his hand, known venomously as the Viper for his reckless trigger finger. He never thought he'd be good for anything but killing—until he fell upon the bunny hybrid who'd been to hell and back twice, with eyes as starry as the solar system and a heart just as big.

Featuring right-hand man and assassin Jimin, intelligence ace Namjoon, designated doctor Hoseok, and war criminal Yoongi.

“There are people out there who would destroy this city to take me down. You know they'll try to get to you, right, bunny?"

One ear lopped over, Jungkook said petulantly, "Let them try. They won't get far."

Baby doll, you’re perfect - BTSLarryAf (( 34/34 | E | 117,194 ))

Yoongi got involved in a gang activity to take care of himself and especially his baby brother because they had horrible childhood. He’s been trying to keep Taehyung away from that world to keep him safe. The younger lived with their grandparents but after both of them die, Yoongi has no choice but to bring Taehyung to live with him and the gang to keep him safe.

His boss Jeongguk isn’t fond of the idea of an annoying kid living with them but somehow Taehyung gets under his skin. He gets a perfect idea – he might have some fun with corrupting the innocent guy and get some occasional good fuck from it. Little does he know that Taehyung has darkness inside him, darkness that slowly starts coming up on surface and infatuates the gangster. And over time, Taehyung makes a way into the boss’ cold heart.

down to the needle - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 50,445 ))

Where Taehyung focused on bold, strong edges, Jeongguk was all about delicacy and attention to detail. Two sides of the same coin that perhaps shouldn't have ever met in the first place. However, once Jeongguk starts to get to know him, he just can't pull away.

But I Still Want You - shargukkie (( 14/14 | E | 33,044 ))

After breaking into a building own by the feared tech gang, the Kim Group, Jungkook found himself on a run to escape from being caught that brought him to walking all alone in a deserted highway. That was when he received a free lift from a passing driver named Taehyung without knowing the real danger that awaited him.

It’s Getting Ugly! - meganni (( 1/1 | E | 39,123 ))

Basically, Jeongguk and Taehyung are in a gang that is full of individuals with mental health problems, most of which they refuse to face. So what the two of them do is basically go with it.

And oh, they have loads of filthy sex on the side.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma - locks (( 8/8 | E | 61,449 ))

Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

House of Cards - sugamins (( 25/25 | E | 394,890 ))

Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

lover not a fighter, but i’ll fight for what i love - suninhersmile (( 51/51 | E | 195,669 ))

Jungkook leaned into his hand, nuzzling his palm. Warmth shot down Taehyung’s arm.

“I want you to take care of me, TaeTae hyungie,” he mumbled. He kissed the palm of his hand, his lips soft and plump against the rough skin. “I like you a lot.”

Warmth bloomed in Taehyung’s chest. He felt his eyes soften as he looked at Jungkook, and he smiled slightly.

“I like you a lot, too,” he whispered.

Kim Taehyung didn't know what to expect when he was hired to protect the son of South Korea's most notorious gang leader, but he certainly never expected to fall in love with him.

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Taste of Ink - sugamins (( 12/12 | M | 128,177 ))

Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa.

One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang.

Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.

But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.

Dragons destroy and stars explode.

Only Breathing - Aquiver - Sharleena (( 1/1 | E | 24,388 ))

Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook's hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen.

“Do you still quiver when I touch you?”

“Always.”

of smokey bars and burning hearts - madeliefie (( 11/11 | N/R | 47,106 ))

The boy -man- is beautiful. The way the light shines on his face tugs at Jeongguk's heartstrings and for the first time in his life, he's caught off guard. Jeongguk knows he isn't going to heaven and he figures that this boy is the closest thing to an angel he'll get.

Taehyung wants the world to know who he is and Jeongguk is dangerous enough to make that happen.

Red Dragon on a back - narcisara (( 8/8 | E | 33,361 ))

“I hope you understand. Please, don't expect that if you ask me to drop everything, I'll actually do it, because I can't and won't,” Jeongguk adds, turning around, his face is serious, his lips forming a straight line.

Taehyung doesn't know what being yourself around someone else means, Jeongguk is there to show him.

abyssal - smoltae (( 37/37 | G | 70,426 ))

Jeon Jeongguk has always appreciated rare, beautiful things. And Kim Taehyung? He is as rare and beautiful as they come.

or, Jeongguk is a mobster with a weakness for rare art, and Taehyung is the only captive mermaid in Seoul. And maybe, they are meant to save each other.

You’re my snow - froot_loops, regina_phalagne (( 18/18 | N/R | 52,422 ))

Taehyung expected his life to be endangered, given that his brother is working for Seoul's biggest underground organization (which really is just a fancy word for Mafia if you asked Tae), yet he didn’t expect a dark haired stranger bursting in while he was taking a bath.

Bang Bang, You Shot Me Down - orphan_account (( 9/9 | E | 82,760 ))

“Revenge, Jeongguk, is a dish best served cold. Fuck that.” Taehyung grinned, both hands on Jeongguk's hips. “It’s hot outside and my blood is boiling. Together, baby, we’ll serve it ablaze.”

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thecruorcorvus · 5 years

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A letter from a broken soul to a lost one.

I’m a skeptical person; I don’t believe in many things, that is the truth. However, since I was a child I’ve always believed in soulmates. Wishful thinking? Maybe. But I did.

I’ve always hoped to find someone who would look at me and feel like they’d belong, like they were safe, like they were home.

One day I met a girl. She was the complete opposite of me and infuriated me countless times. She would get upset for nonsensical things; she was childish and impulsive and drove me mad every time she’d say things that didn’t make sense to me. She was confusing and complicated and her head cluttered and chaotic.

I loved that girl.

No matter how many fights we had, no matter how many tears I shed, my heart would pound every time she smiled, every time she let out a laugh. My eyes would shine at the very sight of her.

I watched that girl become a woman.

And I love that woman.

She has emerald eyes like a rainy forest, untamed and wild like her soul and her skin is alabaster, colored like the winter snow.

She has a peculiar sense of humor and sharp wit.

I love the fact we like most of the same things and I love the fact we don’t.

We’re the same, and yet we aren’t.

This woman has a scary power. She can make me sad with few words, but happy with just a look. She can crush me from the inside out, and heal me with a touch of her fingertips.

Like a witch, she can destroy and repair.

She’s dangerous.

I love her.

And I hate her.

She forces every feeling inside of me awake. She pushes me to my limits and then pulls me back to safety. She makes me despair and then gives me peace.

She drives me mad. She’s crazy, she’s gentle, she understands me better than anyone and then she doesn’t.

She gives color to my life and adrenaline to my blood.

She gives me warmth and peace.

She gives me pain and hostility.

She’s herself. She’s the one I love.

She’s the one who left me and told me to stay.

The one who made me cry and told me not to.

The one who crushed my dreams and told me to keep following them.

She’s cruel.

And yet I still love her.

Stop.

I cannot.

It hurts.

I’ve been jumping into every abyss you command me to. I don’t think twice, I just do it. I do it for you, for us. Like a gladiator, I put on my armor and fight you. Try to make you see reason, try to force you to walk the same path as me, hold your hand and refuse to let go no matter how hard your nails carve into my skin and make me bleed.

I once promised you I’d always fight with that strength for you, that I’d always be ready.

I broke that promise.

It is a promise I should have never done to start with.

Love doesn’t stay the same, I noticed. Love grows up and evolves with us.

I evolved. My armor became rusty, pierced with stab marks, my knees became weak and my arms tired.

As a partner, I expected you to take my place.

I expected you to step up and forge your own armor and weapons. I expected you to have the same strength I once did and pour your everything into this love we’ve been shielding.

You didn’t.

I watched you sit down and wait for things to get better by themselves. I watched what I’ve been fighting so hard for become fickle and fade away.

Did you think it was all on me, I wonder? Did you think me to be that strong?

I’m no gladiator and you’re not that weak.

For once, just this once I expected you to show how hard you’d fight for something you want.

I waited.

I hoped.

Maybe she will.

Almost there, I can feel it.

A smile.

There, I know she will.

Any time soon now…

Please.

No..don’t do this.

You want this right? You told me you did.

Show me. Show me this once.

Why are you walking away?

Please don’t.

Babe, babe, don’t.

Don’t do this to me.

Crush

Please, it hurts.

Crush

Babe?

Crush

Babe, it really hurts..!

CRUSH.

Pause. Stop.

There. And now you said it.

For so long I was in the dark wondering why you didn’t fight…and now you told me.

You met someone, you said.

Someone better than me. Strong, new, someone who isn’t tired yet.

One single tear.

Like the cutting snap of a thread, the crashing sound of porcelain hitting the floor, like a shot of a gun, one single tear ran down my face and my heart was ripped apart.

I never thought it was possible to be numb in pain.

It is.

You said I’m not the same, that I no longer do what I used to. That I’m not the one you fell in love with, that you are afraid of hating being with me.

What a stab.

What a powerful stab.

One, two, three steps back.

Enough. No more.

Every breath pains my lungs, every word hurts my throat and it feels like its being squeezed.

I quit.

You had left me already but I had stayed.

This love was too strong, too special for me to let go of it, even if you asked me to.

But this is different, isn’t it? This changes everything.

There’s no more room for me in your life.

I understand.

So I quit.

I drop my rusty sword and my worn armor on the ground.

I remove the silver that bounds me as yours and hide it away.

I drop my head.

A loser.

I’m sorry for everything. I tried. I really did.

I block myself away from you; trying not to see your face, trying not to get in contact.

I’m doing what you’ve been asking me to do, so why are you calling me? Stop. Don’t make it harder. This is already the hardest thing I’ve ever done. This is already crushing me enough without knowing you’re trying to reach me.

You call me coward.

Am I?

After all these fights, am I a coward? After all I’ve done? After all I said?

I understand. So that’s how you see me.

It matters not.

It can’t get any worse.

I wake up.

I was wrong. It got worse.

My body is frozen cold and there’s a pain in my chest.

Did my heart literally break? Or is it my soul aching?

It hurts. It hurts a lot.

I don’t cry. There’s no liquid left inside of my body after these weeks.

I feel alone and dazed, numb with nothingness.

There were no thoughts in my head and suddenly there are.

There is a familiar scent in my memory, the smell of your skin.

A soft texture under my fingertips, your skin.

A tickling sensation on my cheek, your hair.

Suddenly, I’m back with you, lying by your side, petting you slowly as you sleep in my arms.

I realize I’ve never forgotten how it feels. My body and my unconscious know that all too well.

I’m missing you.

I’m morning you.

I’m morning us.

How does it feel for you, I wonder?

What went through your head when I walked away?

Did you feel your chest bursting in pain like mine did? That knot in your throat tightening up so much you can hardly breathe and you feel like dying?

Did crazy thoughts go through your head?

Did you feel relief? Or did you cry out in agony?

Did it feel real or like a dream?

Did you regret not fighting for us? Do you keep blaming me because I was too tired of doing it by myself?

Do you still want me? Or do you wonder what would be your life like with another?

These are the questions I’ll probably never have answers for.

I’m a skeptical person but I once believed that soulmates existed; that there was an invisible string tied to both of us, tangling, but never breaking.

Did it break?

If it did, who broke it first?

Perhaps it doesn’t matter. Perhaps it is for the best.

Perhaps you feel happier I’m gone. Does it feel like freedom? Was I suffocating?

I’m sorry if I was.

Tonight when I walk alone under the stars I’ll probably wonder how it will be my life from now on. How I’ll force myself to learn to live without you.

When was the last time I lived my life without saving a spot for you? When did I do anything without you in my mind? I cannot remember.

I’ll have to stop but I don’t know how.

This girl is dangerous.

She’s a witch.

Her love is a strong spell and I’ll probably die enchanted, cursed with a lonely life and fake laughs.

Like a witch, only she has the power to reverse the curse.

Like a witch, she probably won’t.

And yet I still love her.

This is a letter from a broken soul to one that used to be mine... And now it isn’t.

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