Crimson Redemption {K.TH} | BTS Mafia AU/FF {On Hold}

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
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Namjoon steadily eased his foot down onto the brake and the car slowed to a halt as we approached a large metal gate. Looking out through the sports car's tinted windows, I was unable to recall whose property we were entering. The further we drove up the mile-long driveway, the more I was able to lay my eyes upon a large mansion sitting in the middle of this estate. Jin Oppa and Eun-Lee Unnie told me that the boys had plans to move to a more isolated area away from the city center. This estate was most likely what they were talking about, however, I was still a little unsure. Turning towards my brother, I hoped that he would give me some form of an answer to my curiosity, unfortunately, I got no such thing.

I shouldn't have expected much conversation from him, neither of us exchanged any words since we left the hospital anyways. I was naive for a second, thinking that he was too focused on driving since he was new to operating a vehicle. However, I knew better than that- I chose to rely on that infamous sixth sense of mine, as it had never been wrong before. With all the interactions we've had- more accurately lack thereof, Namjoon wasn't acting like the boy I had grown up with.

Namjoon had drastically changed ever since I started physical therapy over five months ago. I needed rehabilitation so that I could walk on my own two feet, and not have to rely on a wheelchair to get around. Before the doctors suggested I go through physiatry, my brother had been at my side every day. When I told him that he didn't need to come day after day, he shoved a spoonful of rice into my mouth and just told me to focus on getting better. It was typical coming from Namjoon, as he had done it before when we were little, so I didn't question it further. However, the first day I approached the parallel bars, I had expected him to be there to support me and help me stand from my wheelchair. Much to my own and the other's disappointment, he never showed up to a single session.

I'm thankful that the boys and my Unnies were there to help me, but at least once, I wanted to show Namjoon that I was making progress. With each absence, my heart broke further and eventually, I stopped relying on him and stopped hoping he would come. I understood that he needed to constantly monitor bangtan's borders and keep up the fight against Robyn. Was it really too much to ask for a few hours, so that he could see how far I've come since I came out of a coma?

If anything, the only thing Namjoon had done for me in the past few months, was pick me up from the hospital after I was cleared and discharged.

By the Namjoon parked on the end of a lineup of vehicles and turned the car off, I had already gotten out and slammed the door behind me. Throwing my duffle bags of belongings over my shoulder, I began the long walk towards the front door. To be honest, I wasn't too concerned about leaving him behind, he was capable of walking on his own. Currently, it wasn't on my agenda to talk to him, I was still angry with him. Namjoon slammed his own door shut as he shouted my name and asking for me to stop.

"I don't want to talk to you," I hissed, not even bothering to look at him.

Namjoon caught up to me and grabbed my wrist at an attempt to stop me from walking off. Though I did stop, I only did so to look at him with a cold expression and indifferent eyes. He towered over my shorter form, whether he was trying to look intimidating or trying to consolidate with me, I wasn't moved an inch. He was looking at me with an attempted soft gaze, but my heart told me it lacked a significant amount of sincerity.

"Are you mad at me?"
The only sound that left my mouth was an aggravated scoff. It was bold of Namjoon to assume that I was simply mad at him. There were so many emotions coursing through my veins; anger, irritation, bitterness, and disappointment. I was afraid that if I remained anywhere near Namjoon, I would explode on him and say something I would regret. The last thing I wanted was to further damage our relationship that was already on the edge of breaking. Right now, I think the best thing for us is to have some time apart.
"Just leave me alone," I mumbled, yanking my arm out of his grip. "And we won't have any problems."

Now standing in front of the mansion's double doors, both Namjoon and I were waiting for someone to let us inside. He stood a few feet behind me, most likely discouraged from making any further advance by the mood of irritation radiating from every inch of my body. Eventually, I will talk to him and sort things out but I was far too aggravated to deal with it right now. At the moment, I desired some time to myself and a trip back to Roses Off 7th. A long time has passed since I step foot in the nightclub, I miss my old bedroom and the atmosphere of the first floor. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that the boys were willing to share their rooms with my Unnies and me, letting us stay with them while we ran jobs in Seoul. However, the home where my heart belongs to is back in Incheon.

The doors opened abruptly, revealing a shirtless Hoseok with messy hair. I was taken aback at his untidy appearance, usually, his hair and clothes were kept tidy. However, the lack of a shirt and combed hair was a shocking thing to come home to. He looked like he just got out of bed; dark eye bags hung from his face, and he could barely keep his eyes open. My right eyebrow raised skywards- it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning, but usually, he would be up before eight.

"Hobie, are you okay?" I asked, walking inside. "You look like you just woke up from the dead."
The older man laughed lazily, rubbing the back of his neck. I have never seen him so out of it before, his current appearance was unlike him.
"I pulled an all-nighter and fell asleep just an hour ago," he yawned. "But that's not important! You're finally out of the hospital!"

Although Hoseok was visibly exhausted, he still had enough energy to erupt in mini-celebration. He wrapped his arms around me and swung my smaller body around, all while he was screaming loud and proud. A small tugged on my lips as I screamed at him to put me down, I was getting too dizzy too quickly. After three more spins, Hoseok set me down and I clutched my empty stomach, feeling slightly nauseous.
"You know what," Hoseok declared. "Who needs sleep? I'll make you a welcome back breakfast, you feel lighter than usual!"
Before I could protest, Hoseok darted off towards the kitchen. In a matter of seconds, I heard him rummaging through pots. I felt bad that he was making me breakfast despite his own exhaustion, however, after having a rough morning with my brother of all people, I could wear a smile.

With the intentions of helping Hoseok, I started to make my way towards the kitchen. Before I could take a single step, Namjoon grabbed onto my wrist for the hundredth time today.

"I'll be in my office if you need me," he reminded me with a blank look on his face.

With that, he let go of my arm and walked up the stairs. I watched silently as he disappeared down the second-floor hallway, most likely never to be seen for the next few days, most likely to drown himself in work once again. That man was slowly becoming more of a workaholic than he already was.

It seemed that lately these days, that was the only thing he knew how to do.

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Hey guys, Ao here after temporarily being MIA!

The final book of Bangtan's Crimson Princesses is finally here after many, many, many, many months. I have actually been trying to write a first chapter draft for a few months but was unsuccessful. However, now that I've looked over it, I'm quite happy with this first chapter.

What do you guys think about the brewing conflict between the Kim siblings? I certainly hope it properly introduces the mood of this book. During this, I hope to write more action scenes, and finally bring a sound closure to the BCP universe.

As for Book 2's upload schedule, it's not determined at this time. Ideally, I would like more time between uploads, as it will give me more time to fully develop a chapter to the best of my abilities. Hopefully, a strong plotline will be created and will lead to a solid and satisfying end.

Thank you all so much for being patient with me, it had probably been painful waiting for the continuation of BCP. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and will look forward to publications to come.

With love, Ao 💜💜💜