[got7] omerta 2/2
Title: omerta
Fandom: GOT7
Pairing: JJProject - JB/Jr.
Rating: M
Genre: dark
Word Count: 10k+
Summary: Everyone is drawn to what is sure to destroy them in the end. Jaebum is a man on a mission.
& they whisper as if they know what’s wrong
but the joke’s on them
because there’s nothing wrong at all
rather, everything is
perfect
and here, lips quirk into the most devious smile
Jinyoung wakes to the sunlight streaming onto his face, an empty bed and deep guilt crushing his heart. Mechanically, he rises from the mattress. What was his role again? Ah yes, motherly. Caring. Be the caring, considerate type. Do it.
He can’t remember who the sweater belongs to, but it doesn’t matter. The sweater drapes over his torso like a blanket, hanging limply as the sleeves slip over that star-shaped mark that’s a sign of his perpetual damnation and ruined nature. A clean pair of boxers, and he’s good to go.
Jaebum had come so close. So close to discovering the truth, but it doesn’t matter now. All manipulations have been executed perfectly, with no room for error and multiple back-ups in place. A single outcome for multiple paths, and Jaebum had been guided perfectly.
Jinyoung feels like an element of blank has settled within him, like he’s moving and moving and not quite settling. His mind is on overdrive, is empty, everything and nothing all at once.
Soiled sheets are to be dumped into the appropriate laundry basket. Jinyoung does this, and sets about making the bed.
Caring, motherly. It’s what he was trained to do, it’s his purpose. From the moment he was purchased at that fateful private sale until now, the one single aim he had been striving for all this time was clear.
Indoctrinate Jaebum into the Family at all costs. Do it and you will be set free.
Freedom is an intoxicating concept, Jinyoung muses as with a whoosh, he flicks the quilt so it’s sent into the air, puffy and light. He loves this part, loves the wind against his face and the feeling of helping something to fly. Then, it drifts back down to the mattress.
Jinyoung tucks in the sides, neatly and primly.
He regrets it. Wonders why he abided to the family from the get-go, wonders why he agreed to try so darn hard to draw Jaebum into the mafia. Hates himself so much for it. Despises the fact that, so long as he’s a slave to the Family he will be unable to lift a single hand against them, so heavy is the weight of his servitude.
It’s completely illogical. Stupid, even. But Jaebum goes along with it anyway because Jinyoung promises it’ll be fun, and fun is something which every child is attracted to.
They really are scarily similar, Jinyoung thinks as he finishes fluffing the pillows. As children, he was equally as secretive and calculative as Jaebum. It was so difficult trying to get Jaebum to engage in reckless activity, but he managed it after a while. Children are children after all, and fun is delightful when in the company of a friend.
Something twists in Jinyoung’s gut.
There’s one problem. As a child slave, the first thing he was after was freedom. But once he found Jaebum, he found a haven in what he did not know existed. He came to the realisation that the prissy rich mafia kid from his imagination was a fabrication, that Jaebum remembered nothing and was struggling as much as himself just to survive.
Breaking it in half, he hesitates minutely before offering the larger piece to Jinyoung.
Yes, Jaebum was cold, rude, sarcastic and somewhat violent, however there was a level of depth to his personality that Jinyoung had found himself unprepared for. Jaebum was spite, anger and survival, but he was also kind, gentle and compassionate despite his gruff exterior. The type of person who would give someone else the larger piece of bread even though he himself was slowly withering away.
That night, they curl up around each other when they sleep, shivering slightly but content with their bodies side by side.
The scariest thing about it all, is that Jinyoung had not banked on getting attached so quickly. When two souls click together so perfectly, meld together to form one perfect unit so easily it’s impossible to comprehend being apart, what happens then? Jinyoung had been prepared to flee, been prepared to help Jaebum evade the inevitable-
Except, they call it inevitable for a reason.
“I hate this, Jaebum.” Jinyoung’s voice is muffled by the pillow over his head, and Jaebum doesn’t even bother kicking off his shoes when he crawls onto the mattress beside him, sliding into the dip created by Jinyoung’s weight until they’re lying back to back in the dark.
He’s so sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry for what hasn’t happened, sorry for everything he was too cowardly to stop, sorry for everything he was brave enough to go through with. Jinyoung hates that he’s letting them bring Jaebum to ruin, that he’s letting them exploit the relationship that’s genuine yet has been so carefully manufactured it’s impossible to tell real from fake.
Jinyoung knows where Jaebum is right now.
He knows what fate Jaebum has in store for him, because he has assisted in the choreography of the play all up to this critical moment. After this, there is no turning back. The Tea Ceremony is an ancient affair, one with centuries of history and contains within it a weight too heavy to tilt upon its axis.
Jinyoung’s mobile rings. It’s the default, typical shrill brrring brrring sound, representative of the anonymity of the caller. All his contacts have personalised ringtones.
Taking in a deep breath, he answers, “Hello?”
There’s no greeting. Just a simple message. “You’re free. You have two hours before it’s too late to leave.”
The clock strikes ten, and Jinyoung wonders whether it’s too late for breakfast. Somewhere, Jaebum is screaming,
-
It’s ten thirty. Jinyoung has a bag of croissants, doughnuts and two takeaway mugs. One holds his coffee, the other holds his tea. He breezes through the front door like it’s not the first time he’s stepping foot inside the place, forcing himself to hold strong even as what seems like the mirror image of his past jolts in their seat to stare wide-eyed at him.
Jinyoung is a man on a mission.
“Hi. You must be 7715?” He asks as gently as possible. It’d be terrible if he scared the kid away with his eagerness, but he has a plan to execute, and it will be done swiftly.
A shake of the head. “No, 7775.”
Oh. What? “But I was told you were 7715.” Jinyoung frowns. There’s not enough time. He needs to act quickly. Swiftly deciding, he shrugs. It is possible to mix up 1 and 7 depending on the handwriting, and entirely possible he misread the number.
“I’m assuming you and Jaebum are the only ones who know of this location. I’m right, aren’t I?”
There’s a nod. Ah, a sign of communication. That’s encouraging, and Jinyoung smiles as he places an envelope on the table, alongside the bag of pastries and the tea.
“Please hold onto these documents for me. Somewhere safe. It’s quite important that you do. Can you please do that for me?”
The nod of affirmation is good enough for Jinyoung. His smile transitions into something a little more sympathetic.
“Help yourself to the food, too. I’m sure you’re being fed well,” because Jaebum is exactly that kind of person, he thinks fondly, “but here. Consider it a treat?”
“Thank you.” His voice is quiet, but it’s enough for Jinyoung’s smile to widen in response.
“Oh no, you’re very welcome.” He hesitates, but ultimately decides against going for a hug. Too much, too soon.
“I’ll be off now. And…” he takes a deep breath, “if I don’t return within a month, please read those documents and show them to Jaebum. Please?”
-
“...”
“Did he make contact?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. My money wasn’t wasted on you after all.”
“…”
“Of course, I’ll be taking the documents. Give them to me. By the way, you weren’t planning on eating the food and drinking what he gave you, were you? Of course you weren’t. I expressly forbid you from it.”
-
Jinyoung is free. That may be so, but he still has a mission. This time, the mission is self-imposed.
Expose the Family for what it is. Free Jaebum.
It’s simple. Honestly, he doesn’t know quite where to start. But he has to start somewhere, and anywhere is better than nowhere.
Jinyoung doesn’t stick around to say goodbye properly. Honestly, he can’t. It’s too risky. He hopes that one day, Jaebum will forgive him for leaving so suddenly. One day, they will have the rest of eternity to make up for an ephemeral time apart, so he’ll be strong.
Jinyoung is a man on a mission.
-
There’s a polite knock on the door, followed immediately by a respectful silence.
“Come in.”
The newbie hitman strides in. His expression is blank and nonchalant as he does his best to remain straight under the intimidating presence of the boss. Prodigy or not, he still needs to master the art of completely neutralising his emotions, and he had been unprepared for the stifling strength of the Boss permeating every inch of the room.
The Boss observes all of this conflict with an observant gaze. Yes, he’ll do.
“You have been assigned a new mission. Take it.” He waves a hand carelessly at the document.
“You must be a hundred percent successful. Understand? Any error and you will pay for it grievously.” The Boss’ lip curls in cruel amusement at the flicker of uncertainty in the hitman’s gaze, but is pleased to note that he does not make any move to talk back to him.
Good.
The hitman keeps his pace measured and brisk as he strides away from the office, doing his best to conceal the apprehension he still feels running strongly in his veins.
“Hey Yugyeom, you up for some training?” The Heir - Jaebum, but he’s not allowed to call him by name or he’ll be killed on the spot - smiles in what looks like friendliness, but Yugyeom knows better. There’s no way someone so kind can be in the mafia. No way, no way at all. He can’t hope. Can’t let himself hope.
“I apologise,” Yugyeom says stiffly, document tucked under his arm as he bows. “I have a mission to complete.”
The Heir’s expression turns sympathetic. “Ah, I see. Well then, don’t let me stop you! Also, how many times do I need to say? You don’t need to be so stiff.”
Yugyeom’s eyes flicker away from the Heir. The Heir is always kind. Why is he kind? “I apologise,” he repeats, “that would be too forward of me. May I be dismissed?”
As always, the Heir sighs in disappointment, but waves him off casually anyway. “Sure, sure. I’ll get through to you someday, Yugyeom!” He declares, waggling his finger.
Instinctively, Yugyeom feels the urge to laugh bubble up within him, but Yugyeom holds it in. The fleeting grin the Heir gives him as he turns away shows that it had not gone unnoticed, and Yugyeom feels his cheeks flush as he hurries away.
Once he’s sure he’s a safe distance away, Yugyeom flips through the document, eyes scanning the target’s profile and committing his name and face to memory.
Park Jinyoung, huh? A former member of the Family, considered a threat to the Heir.
The easy grin and camaraderie of Jaebum have yet to fade from the forefront of Yugyeom’s memory. He thinks about how rare it is to have someone treat him so nicely and so consistently. Even if later on Jaebum will approach him to collect his debt, surely it can’t all be fake.
Gaze steely, Yugyeom nods to himself.
There’s a threat to the Heir. Whether he’s 7715 or Yugyeom, his task is simple.
Protect the Heir, just like the Heir protected him.
-
Jaebum doesn’t know where Jinyoung is. They haven’t contacted each other ever since the day Jaebum learnt the truth, learnt that he was the Heir and everything up to now had been all a part of the master training plan the Boss had devised for him.
Ever since he learnt that everything had been a fabrication, that from the moment they met Jinyoung had been part of the carefully crafted plan to lure Jaebum in, leash him into the family so tightly by the time he was allowed to realise what was happening, it was already over. Everything until now had been a carefully crafted design. All the overheard conversations, events, every single little detail.
The world is cruel, and Jaebum knows this. Sometimes, you’re beaten down even whilst nursing fresh wounds.
Jaebum doesn’t know where Jinyoung is, but he hopes he made it out. He can’t bring himself to hate his friend, partner, soul mate. Because he knows it wasn't all fake. What they had - have - is something genuine, and he feels like Jinyoung is trying his best out there. In the end, all he wanted was for Jinyoung to make it out. He likes to think he succeeded.
Maybe they’ll meet again sometime.
For now, Jaebum has a mission.
a/n:
- watch as i proceed to cry for x9000 years
- bye this was not worth it
- ok it kinda was
- 7fics members are my loves they kept me going when i wanted to give up and cry
Fandom: GOT7
Pairing: JJProject - JB/Jr.
Rating: M
Genre: dark
Word Count: 10k+
Summary: Everyone is drawn to what is sure to destroy them in the end. Jaebum is a man on a mission.
& they whisper as if they know what’s wrong
but the joke’s on them
because there’s nothing wrong at all
rather, everything is
perfect
and here, lips quirk into the most devious smile
Jinyoung wakes to the sunlight streaming onto his face, an empty bed and deep guilt crushing his heart. Mechanically, he rises from the mattress. What was his role again? Ah yes, motherly. Caring. Be the caring, considerate type. Do it.
He can’t remember who the sweater belongs to, but it doesn’t matter. The sweater drapes over his torso like a blanket, hanging limply as the sleeves slip over that star-shaped mark that’s a sign of his perpetual damnation and ruined nature. A clean pair of boxers, and he’s good to go.
Jaebum had come so close. So close to discovering the truth, but it doesn’t matter now. All manipulations have been executed perfectly, with no room for error and multiple back-ups in place. A single outcome for multiple paths, and Jaebum had been guided perfectly.
Jinyoung feels like an element of blank has settled within him, like he’s moving and moving and not quite settling. His mind is on overdrive, is empty, everything and nothing all at once.
Soiled sheets are to be dumped into the appropriate laundry basket. Jinyoung does this, and sets about making the bed.
Caring, motherly. It’s what he was trained to do, it’s his purpose. From the moment he was purchased at that fateful private sale until now, the one single aim he had been striving for all this time was clear.
Indoctrinate Jaebum into the Family at all costs. Do it and you will be set free.
Freedom is an intoxicating concept, Jinyoung muses as with a whoosh, he flicks the quilt so it’s sent into the air, puffy and light. He loves this part, loves the wind against his face and the feeling of helping something to fly. Then, it drifts back down to the mattress.
Jinyoung tucks in the sides, neatly and primly.
He regrets it. Wonders why he abided to the family from the get-go, wonders why he agreed to try so darn hard to draw Jaebum into the mafia. Hates himself so much for it. Despises the fact that, so long as he’s a slave to the Family he will be unable to lift a single hand against them, so heavy is the weight of his servitude.
It’s completely illogical. Stupid, even. But Jaebum goes along with it anyway because Jinyoung promises it’ll be fun, and fun is something which every child is attracted to.
They really are scarily similar, Jinyoung thinks as he finishes fluffing the pillows. As children, he was equally as secretive and calculative as Jaebum. It was so difficult trying to get Jaebum to engage in reckless activity, but he managed it after a while. Children are children after all, and fun is delightful when in the company of a friend.
Something twists in Jinyoung’s gut.
There’s one problem. As a child slave, the first thing he was after was freedom. But once he found Jaebum, he found a haven in what he did not know existed. He came to the realisation that the prissy rich mafia kid from his imagination was a fabrication, that Jaebum remembered nothing and was struggling as much as himself just to survive.
Breaking it in half, he hesitates minutely before offering the larger piece to Jinyoung.
Yes, Jaebum was cold, rude, sarcastic and somewhat violent, however there was a level of depth to his personality that Jinyoung had found himself unprepared for. Jaebum was spite, anger and survival, but he was also kind, gentle and compassionate despite his gruff exterior. The type of person who would give someone else the larger piece of bread even though he himself was slowly withering away.
That night, they curl up around each other when they sleep, shivering slightly but content with their bodies side by side.
The scariest thing about it all, is that Jinyoung had not banked on getting attached so quickly. When two souls click together so perfectly, meld together to form one perfect unit so easily it’s impossible to comprehend being apart, what happens then? Jinyoung had been prepared to flee, been prepared to help Jaebum evade the inevitable-
Except, they call it inevitable for a reason.
“I hate this, Jaebum.” Jinyoung’s voice is muffled by the pillow over his head, and Jaebum doesn’t even bother kicking off his shoes when he crawls onto the mattress beside him, sliding into the dip created by Jinyoung’s weight until they’re lying back to back in the dark.
He’s so sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry for what hasn’t happened, sorry for everything he was too cowardly to stop, sorry for everything he was brave enough to go through with. Jinyoung hates that he’s letting them bring Jaebum to ruin, that he’s letting them exploit the relationship that’s genuine yet has been so carefully manufactured it’s impossible to tell real from fake.
Jinyoung knows where Jaebum is right now.
He knows what fate Jaebum has in store for him, because he has assisted in the choreography of the play all up to this critical moment. After this, there is no turning back. The Tea Ceremony is an ancient affair, one with centuries of history and contains within it a weight too heavy to tilt upon its axis.
Jinyoung’s mobile rings. It’s the default, typical shrill brrring brrring sound, representative of the anonymity of the caller. All his contacts have personalised ringtones.
Taking in a deep breath, he answers, “Hello?”
There’s no greeting. Just a simple message. “You’re free. You have two hours before it’s too late to leave.”
The clock strikes ten, and Jinyoung wonders whether it’s too late for breakfast. Somewhere, Jaebum is screaming,
-
It’s ten thirty. Jinyoung has a bag of croissants, doughnuts and two takeaway mugs. One holds his coffee, the other holds his tea. He breezes through the front door like it’s not the first time he’s stepping foot inside the place, forcing himself to hold strong even as what seems like the mirror image of his past jolts in their seat to stare wide-eyed at him.
Jinyoung is a man on a mission.
“Hi. You must be 7715?” He asks as gently as possible. It’d be terrible if he scared the kid away with his eagerness, but he has a plan to execute, and it will be done swiftly.
A shake of the head. “No, 7775.”
Oh. What? “But I was told you were 7715.” Jinyoung frowns. There’s not enough time. He needs to act quickly. Swiftly deciding, he shrugs. It is possible to mix up 1 and 7 depending on the handwriting, and entirely possible he misread the number.
“I’m assuming you and Jaebum are the only ones who know of this location. I’m right, aren’t I?”
There’s a nod. Ah, a sign of communication. That’s encouraging, and Jinyoung smiles as he places an envelope on the table, alongside the bag of pastries and the tea.
“Please hold onto these documents for me. Somewhere safe. It’s quite important that you do. Can you please do that for me?”
The nod of affirmation is good enough for Jinyoung. His smile transitions into something a little more sympathetic.
“Help yourself to the food, too. I’m sure you’re being fed well,” because Jaebum is exactly that kind of person, he thinks fondly, “but here. Consider it a treat?”
“Thank you.” His voice is quiet, but it’s enough for Jinyoung’s smile to widen in response.
“Oh no, you’re very welcome.” He hesitates, but ultimately decides against going for a hug. Too much, too soon.
“I’ll be off now. And…” he takes a deep breath, “if I don’t return within a month, please read those documents and show them to Jaebum. Please?”
-
“...”
“Did he make contact?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. My money wasn’t wasted on you after all.”
“…”
“Of course, I’ll be taking the documents. Give them to me. By the way, you weren’t planning on eating the food and drinking what he gave you, were you? Of course you weren’t. I expressly forbid you from it.”
-
Jinyoung is free. That may be so, but he still has a mission. This time, the mission is self-imposed.
Expose the Family for what it is. Free Jaebum.
It’s simple. Honestly, he doesn’t know quite where to start. But he has to start somewhere, and anywhere is better than nowhere.
Jinyoung doesn’t stick around to say goodbye properly. Honestly, he can’t. It’s too risky. He hopes that one day, Jaebum will forgive him for leaving so suddenly. One day, they will have the rest of eternity to make up for an ephemeral time apart, so he’ll be strong.
Jinyoung is a man on a mission.
-
There’s a polite knock on the door, followed immediately by a respectful silence.
“Come in.”
The newbie hitman strides in. His expression is blank and nonchalant as he does his best to remain straight under the intimidating presence of the boss. Prodigy or not, he still needs to master the art of completely neutralising his emotions, and he had been unprepared for the stifling strength of the Boss permeating every inch of the room.
The Boss observes all of this conflict with an observant gaze. Yes, he’ll do.
“You have been assigned a new mission. Take it.” He waves a hand carelessly at the document.
“You must be a hundred percent successful. Understand? Any error and you will pay for it grievously.” The Boss’ lip curls in cruel amusement at the flicker of uncertainty in the hitman’s gaze, but is pleased to note that he does not make any move to talk back to him.
Good.
The hitman keeps his pace measured and brisk as he strides away from the office, doing his best to conceal the apprehension he still feels running strongly in his veins.
“Hey Yugyeom, you up for some training?” The Heir - Jaebum, but he’s not allowed to call him by name or he’ll be killed on the spot - smiles in what looks like friendliness, but Yugyeom knows better. There’s no way someone so kind can be in the mafia. No way, no way at all. He can’t hope. Can’t let himself hope.
“I apologise,” Yugyeom says stiffly, document tucked under his arm as he bows. “I have a mission to complete.”
The Heir’s expression turns sympathetic. “Ah, I see. Well then, don’t let me stop you! Also, how many times do I need to say? You don’t need to be so stiff.”
Yugyeom’s eyes flicker away from the Heir. The Heir is always kind. Why is he kind? “I apologise,” he repeats, “that would be too forward of me. May I be dismissed?”
As always, the Heir sighs in disappointment, but waves him off casually anyway. “Sure, sure. I’ll get through to you someday, Yugyeom!” He declares, waggling his finger.
Instinctively, Yugyeom feels the urge to laugh bubble up within him, but Yugyeom holds it in. The fleeting grin the Heir gives him as he turns away shows that it had not gone unnoticed, and Yugyeom feels his cheeks flush as he hurries away.
Once he’s sure he’s a safe distance away, Yugyeom flips through the document, eyes scanning the target’s profile and committing his name and face to memory.
Park Jinyoung, huh? A former member of the Family, considered a threat to the Heir.
The easy grin and camaraderie of Jaebum have yet to fade from the forefront of Yugyeom’s memory. He thinks about how rare it is to have someone treat him so nicely and so consistently. Even if later on Jaebum will approach him to collect his debt, surely it can’t all be fake.
Gaze steely, Yugyeom nods to himself.
There’s a threat to the Heir. Whether he’s 7715 or Yugyeom, his task is simple.
Protect the Heir, just like the Heir protected him.
-
Jaebum doesn’t know where Jinyoung is. They haven’t contacted each other ever since the day Jaebum learnt the truth, learnt that he was the Heir and everything up to now had been all a part of the master training plan the Boss had devised for him.
Ever since he learnt that everything had been a fabrication, that from the moment they met Jinyoung had been part of the carefully crafted plan to lure Jaebum in, leash him into the family so tightly by the time he was allowed to realise what was happening, it was already over. Everything until now had been a carefully crafted design. All the overheard conversations, events, every single little detail.
The world is cruel, and Jaebum knows this. Sometimes, you’re beaten down even whilst nursing fresh wounds.
Jaebum doesn’t know where Jinyoung is, but he hopes he made it out. He can’t bring himself to hate his friend, partner, soul mate. Because he knows it wasn't all fake. What they had - have - is something genuine, and he feels like Jinyoung is trying his best out there. In the end, all he wanted was for Jinyoung to make it out. He likes to think he succeeded.
Maybe they’ll meet again sometime.
For now, Jaebum has a mission.
a/n:
- watch as i proceed to cry for x9000 years
- bye this was not worth it
- ok it kinda was
- 7fics members are my loves they kept me going when i wanted to give up and cry