Hellraisers - [BTS MAFIA FANFIC]

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2 years went by...

The Hellraisers were on the news constantly, whether it was in taking down the bad guys or in the resource assist. They were always given credit. Jin had run surveillance on all street cams around the world to see if Akira or Kitsch would show up on any of them. Nothing. When Yoongi found out what Akira did, he didn't react the way they all thought he would. This was on par with Akira Plus he'd been in contact with her since she left. Just no one else knows. 

At first, living with Kitsch, adhering to his rules, was hard. New. But a few weeks in, it wasn't so bad. It wasn't even what you'd expect. Kitsch runs several multimillion dollar businesses and has lots of events and meetings to attend. He just needed a plus one. The sex, the abuse, the torture, after a time, stopped. It got old, boring. Akira connected with him on a much more meaningful level. Life, family, friends, that sort of thing. Hobbies. They shared many laughs, birthdays. Akira lost 2 years of her relationship with Namjoon. It was tough on the days of their anniversaries -- the day they met, their first date, their first 'I love you'. All she could do was send a very cryptic card to Yoongi who then gave it to Namjoon. In her room, she printed out a bunch of photos of the two of them and hung it up. She wondered what he was up to. And wondered if he did the same. 

September 9th. The day Akira was 'released'. Kitsch promised her he would go nowhere near her or the Hellraisers again. She kept the promise and he wanted to uphold it. But asked for them to still be friends. Akira liked to think, she changed him. He was no longer interested in the sex trafficking lifestyle. She got him to focus on the businesses, even gave him some pointers.

Akira looked at herself in the mirror. She had cut her hair to just above her shoulders. And dyed it a dark burgundy. She had also lost a lot of weight. Seeing Namjoon after 2 years was going to be so weird. 

Knock Knock

Jimin opened the door. The coffee mug in his hand, dropped to the floor, shattering in a million tiny pieces. 

"Akira!" He exclaimed. "Oh my god, you're here."

She gave him a hug. She walked inside, on the tips of her shoes, avoiding the glass. 

Namjoon turned around to see what the commotion was. He was the only one in the living room at the moment with Jimin. They both were watching a movie. It was really late, so the rest of them were in their bedrooms, respectively. Sleeping. In front of him was a woman he barely recognized anymore. Physically, because it had been a couple years since they talked, a lot changed. Namjoon had dyed his hair a dark purple [think Not Today era] and hit the gym in the past two years because his body looked huge. Big pecs. Big muscles. And he had started wearing lots of loose cut tank tops.

"Hi." Akira waved seeing Namjoon. He waved back. 

"Um... Akira do you want tea?" Jimin asked, as Akira sat down on the couch. 

"I don't really drink tea anymore. I will take a coffee."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. Since when did she stop drinking tea? How in the world did Kitsch get her to drink coffee? I'd been trying for years! Jimin disappeared into the kitchen. Namjoon and Akira were alone for the moment. 

"You lost a lot of weight." Namjoon pointed out. 

Akira nodded. "Yeah. You gained a lot of muscle."

Namjoon softly smiled. Going to the gym was one of the many things he did the past two years to keep his mind occupied and off Akira. 

"I saw you almost every day on the news." Akira spoke again, after a moment of silence. It was hard for them to talk especially since her leaving wasn't a happy mutual decision. Then no calls, no letters, nothing. It was radio silence. Akira didn't know where they stood. 

"Oh, yeah. I just really focused on the empire and helping the police. You saw, Detective Vargas made Captain."

Akira nodded. That was a proud moment. Vargas was a great detective and now she'd make a great captain. 

"Okay, I'm gonna come out and ask it.." Namjoon swallowed. This question was going to be tough to ask. 

"No, I'm not dating Kitsch. I'm not with anyone. Honestly, I thought maybe we were still somehow together so I didn't do anything." Akira answered, already knowing his question. "You?"

"I tried. Here and there. But like before, all I could think about was you. Eventually, I gave up. I didn't know where we stood, but it oddly felt like I was cheating on you."

"If you did move on, I wouldn't have blamed you."

Jimin came back from the kitchen with a glass of coffee in his hand. He gave it to Akira. He then went to go wake Yoongi up. If anyone, Yoongi should be the first to know his sister is back. 

"Akira," Namjoon paused. He looked at her, trying to find any visible marks of when she was away for two years. "Did Kitsch hurt you?"

She tugged at her sleeves, pulling them over her hands. She looked down, wondering if after she tells him, he'd see her differently. "At first. It was the same type of stuff he did before. Remember after we were stargazing at the abandoned building, I told you what he did to me. It was a lot of that. But slowly, we just started talking. He tried focusing more on his businesses, itemizing, legitimizing, marketing, whatever else they do, more than the trafficking. And he started to love it again. He resigned from the FBI, or well, they fired him. Depends who you ask. Instead of hurting me, I would help him with his business. Attend events, dinners, meetings. Yes, there was still the sex aspect of it. Yes, he was firm with me. But, no it was not hurtful. Because this time around, I had a safe word." Akira explained. 

Namjoon hugged her.