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"Just tell me what they took." Yoongi's voice sounded calm, but that wasn't really saying much. He didn't like how nervous Hoseok looked, that didn't bode well.
Hoseok wasn't worried for his life, as many others would be in his position. Yoongi was his friend and Yoongi wasn't the type of person to come after their friends. He had known Yoongi since before he had his position, even if he didn't know him quite as long as Namjoon, they were still close. But that didn't mean that Yoongi didn't get angry and there were so, so many ways he could make his life difficult.
So, yes, he looked obviously nervous as he sat down next to Namjoon, his hand shaking a little when he took a sip from his drink. He had never had the best nerves. "We have the security tapes, but they're masked. I've looked over them."
"We want to watch them too." Mostly because Yoongi knew Namjoon had a keen eye for detail. "Now. How much?"
"...they got six of the packages you gave me to store." Hoseok finished his drink, since it was a good way to avoid looking at Yoongi directly. "I know I said it'd be safe. I don't know how they did it!"
"I'm still out of a shitload of money even if you don't know how it happened. It's like the world's worst magic trick." Yoongi sighed and finally just looked at Namjoon. "It's good stuff, high quality. How many people do you reckon even provide it like this in Seoul?"
Not exactly an easy thing to get away with, if whatever idiots stole it to sell it themselves.
Hoseok wasn't worried for his life, as many others would be in his position. Yoongi was his friend and Yoongi wasn't the type of person to come after their friends. He had known Yoongi since before he had his position, even if he didn't know him quite as long as Namjoon, they were still close. But that didn't mean that Yoongi didn't get angry and there were so, so many ways he could make his life difficult.
So, yes, he looked obviously nervous as he sat down next to Namjoon, his hand shaking a little when he took a sip from his drink. He had never had the best nerves. "We have the security tapes, but they're masked. I've looked over them."
"We want to watch them too." Mostly because Yoongi knew Namjoon had a keen eye for detail. "Now. How much?"
"...they got six of the packages you gave me to store." Hoseok finished his drink, since it was a good way to avoid looking at Yoongi directly. "I know I said it'd be safe. I don't know how they did it!"
"I'm still out of a shitload of money even if you don't know how it happened. It's like the world's worst magic trick." Yoongi sighed and finally just looked at Namjoon. "It's good stuff, high quality. How many people do you reckon even provide it like this in Seoul?"
Not exactly an easy thing to get away with, if whatever idiots stole it to sell it themselves.
"Oh, they're not smart, they're idiots. It's ridiculously rare. Someone would have to suddenly be dealing a lot of cocaine and none of the rival gangs could shift that level of product without giving it away. We'll know as soon as it hits the street." Given it's purity, it's quality and where it came from, Namjoon was sure that it'd get around the streets and become gossip in a matter of time.
He reached out and gave J-Hope a small squeeze to the shoulder, just to assure him that there was going to be no harm to his person. It wasn't his fault. No one expected some idiots to be ballsy enough to rob them.
"Can we see the tapes? I'm curious. I doubt it's a gang so it's gotta be a bunch of wannabes who felt like getting into dealing." And as long as they didn't try to cut the product, it'd be easy to track. And even if they did cut it, still not a giant challenge. "They'll show themselves up in no time."
And then they were dead.
He reached out and gave J-Hope a small squeeze to the shoulder, just to assure him that there was going to be no harm to his person. It wasn't his fault. No one expected some idiots to be ballsy enough to rob them.
"Can we see the tapes? I'm curious. I doubt it's a gang so it's gotta be a bunch of wannabes who felt like getting into dealing." And as long as they didn't try to cut the product, it'd be easy to track. And even if they did cut it, still not a giant challenge. "They'll show themselves up in no time."
And then they were dead.
That this was terrifying was an understatement. Part of Tae almost appreciated how they hit all the beats though, right down to where they actually hung them up in a meat locker. He was scared, he was in pain and he had no idea how they'd survive, but at least this was really epic.
The rope was tied so tightly around his wrists that he couldn't even attempt to move his hands, so he doubted he'd wriggle free this way. However, the duct tape over his mouth was already coming loose and he tried to subtly rub it off against his arm, since he wasn't sure whether anyone was watching them. When he was finally able to talk again, he whispered to Jimin, moving a little on the tips of his toes to turn so he could face him.
"Jiminie?" He paused, then asked. "How's it hanging?"
The rope was tied so tightly around his wrists that he couldn't even attempt to move his hands, so he doubted he'd wriggle free this way. However, the duct tape over his mouth was already coming loose and he tried to subtly rub it off against his arm, since he wasn't sure whether anyone was watching them. When he was finally able to talk again, he whispered to Jimin, moving a little on the tips of his toes to turn so he could face him.
"Jiminie?" He paused, then asked. "How's it hanging?"
Using his shoulder, he managed to dislodge the tape from his mouth, wriggling his face until it came off completely. Ew.
"It hurts." Was there much else to say? He was cold, his arms felt like they were coming out of their sockets and he was utterly terrified. They were going to die here, weren't they? Oh boy, this would not be a nice death. He supposed he'd seen this coming, right from when he'd joined up with Tae. They were self destructing together, of course it'd end this way.
"Are these the guys we stole the coke from?" He kept his voice as low as he could, barely making a sound, shivering from the cold and the fear. "I thought that didn't belong to any gang?"
"It hurts." Was there much else to say? He was cold, his arms felt like they were coming out of their sockets and he was utterly terrified. They were going to die here, weren't they? Oh boy, this would not be a nice death. He supposed he'd seen this coming, right from when he'd joined up with Tae. They were self destructing together, of course it'd end this way.
"Are these the guys we stole the coke from?" He kept his voice as low as he could, barely making a sound, shivering from the cold and the fear. "I thought that didn't belong to any gang?"
"Okay, one more time."
Oh boy, this was getting tiring. This punk really wanted to give him nothing and it was driving him nuts. He looked at Tae, slightly swollen in his face and pretty bloody overall, slowly exhaling as he waited for him to catch his breath. "What are the names? Come on. It can't be that fucking hard. Just tell me. What do you gain from not telling me? Who could you possibly be protecting?"
If he didn't give him something soon, he'd have to pull out the big guns. "Do you want me to make this worse?"
Oh boy, this was getting tiring. This punk really wanted to give him nothing and it was driving him nuts. He looked at Tae, slightly swollen in his face and pretty bloody overall, slowly exhaling as he waited for him to catch his breath. "What are the names? Come on. It can't be that fucking hard. Just tell me. What do you gain from not telling me? Who could you possibly be protecting?"
If he didn't give him something soon, he'd have to pull out the big guns. "Do you want me to make this worse?"
"Was this supposed to be bad?" Tae really wished he could listen to the admittedly quiet little voice in his head, sounding suspiciously like Jimin, that told him to give in, give up, or at the very least stop provoking, curl up and take it and maybe beg for mercy. But some other voices were a lot louder and those he followed. He was pretty sure they had helped him stay true to himself in life and, hey. He wasn't surviving this anyway. "I thought this was just foreplay."
What he really wanted to know was where Jimin was. That Jimin wasn't hurting. Instead he looked at Jungkook and smiled. Damn. Smiling hurt.
What he really wanted to know was where Jimin was. That Jimin wasn't hurting. Instead he looked at Jungkook and smiled. Damn. Smiling hurt.
Yoongi spotted Jungkook once he'd gotten Namjoon teasing him about caring and ramen and how he had been right for a while and he waved him over, glancing at his watch briefly. "Come on. You can ride with me."
Seemed about time that the kid got home. He hadn't told Jungkook not to sleep, but he certainly didn't look as if he had, so very diligent. Besides, he had to figure out how to reward that diligence anyway.
"You did well in this." Even if he hadn't been the one to crack them, he knew he'd tried and he had still gotten a lot out of them anyway, so he wasn't complaining.
Seemed about time that the kid got home. He hadn't told Jungkook not to sleep, but he certainly didn't look as if he had, so very diligent. Besides, he had to figure out how to reward that diligence anyway.
"You did well in this." Even if he hadn't been the one to crack them, he knew he'd tried and he had still gotten a lot out of them anyway, so he wasn't complaining.
"Thank you but I know I failed. I'm sorry, hyung. I did try my best." No one was harder on Jungkook than himself. He was a perfectionist, he liked to be perfect and to have everything go his way but that was a rare outcome. And he had trouble facing that sometimes. He followed after Yoongi to his car, rubbing his sore knuckles to try and ease the pain out of them.
"I'm glad we finally got the names though. I can't wait to find the person who ratted on us and end them." How could anyone betray Yoongi-hyung? He was a fair and honourable boss? He hated disloyalty.
"I'm glad we finally got the names though. I can't wait to find the person who ratted on us and end them." How could anyone betray Yoongi-hyung? He was a fair and honourable boss? He hated disloyalty.
The whole operation was a little unusual, but so was the situation they were in, so Yoongi just ran with the odds. Jimin and Tae both had bags over their heads the entire car ride, hands cuffed just in case. They were brought in through the back entrance and then ushered up the stairs, but when the bags were removed, Yoongi also gestured for the cuffs to be taken off right away and the accommodations looked a lot different than the warehouse they'd been in.
Tae looked around, keeping close to Jimin, not sure where the trap was. This looked like a hotel suite. Yes, he was pretty sure it was a hotel suite.
"Phone's disconnected and you don't have internet access. There's a console though, if you want to game." Yoongi shrugged, just explaining what was going on. "You have plenty of space here, but you're not allowed to leave the room. I'll have guards 24/7, that's for your safety. You can order room service whenever you like." He frowned, looking at them both. "Don't be wasteful."
"Do they have lobster? Can I order the lobster? What's the most expensive thing?" What, Tae was curious.
"I don't give a fuck what you order as long as you finish it off." Yoongi rolled his eyes, checking his watch. "This is for Namjoon's sake, so you two better be grateful to him."
Tae looked around, keeping close to Jimin, not sure where the trap was. This looked like a hotel suite. Yes, he was pretty sure it was a hotel suite.
"Phone's disconnected and you don't have internet access. There's a console though, if you want to game." Yoongi shrugged, just explaining what was going on. "You have plenty of space here, but you're not allowed to leave the room. I'll have guards 24/7, that's for your safety. You can order room service whenever you like." He frowned, looking at them both. "Don't be wasteful."
"Do they have lobster? Can I order the lobster? What's the most expensive thing?" What, Tae was curious.
"I don't give a fuck what you order as long as you finish it off." Yoongi rolled his eyes, checking his watch. "This is for Namjoon's sake, so you two better be grateful to him."
"But we have to stay inside?" Jimin didn't like that, he bit his lower lip and worried it a little as he paced around the room, it was pretty big in all respects but it wasn't that big. It was about the size of his old rec room. He didn't like the idea of being inside long term, especially since they didn't know how long they'd be here.
Stopping by the window, Jimin leaned in closer and peered outside the best he could but the view was blocked. His heart sank a little and he was up on his tip toes, just trying to see more.
"We can't see the street. Or the people! What if we want to see the people?" He liked people watching, it was fun. He and Tae did silly voices and pretended to be them. It was great. He came back from the window and turned around, looking at Yoongi with an edge of annoyance.
As cool as free food and lodging was, it was pretty isolated.
Stopping by the window, Jimin leaned in closer and peered outside the best he could but the view was blocked. His heart sank a little and he was up on his tip toes, just trying to see more.
"We can't see the street. Or the people! What if we want to see the people?" He liked people watching, it was fun. He and Tae did silly voices and pretended to be them. It was great. He came back from the window and turned around, looking at Yoongi with an edge of annoyance.
As cool as free food and lodging was, it was pretty isolated.
"Hi, RM!" Tae waved at Namjoon as soon as he walked in, then remembered his manners and bowed. "It's nice to see you, hyung." He spotted Yoongi stepping in behind Namjoon and whipped around, calling out to Jimin. "Jiminie! Min Yoongi is here!"
Subtle. He turned back around and bowed again, then looked at Namjoon with sparkling eyes. "Can you believe this place? The bathtub is a jacuzzi!" It was kind of insane, in all honesty. "We have a conference room! I was chairman."
Subtle. He turned back around and bowed again, then looked at Namjoon with sparkling eyes. "Can you believe this place? The bathtub is a jacuzzi!" It was kind of insane, in all honesty. "We have a conference room! I was chairman."
"I see you've been making use of all of the facilities then." Even the conference room. Aww, these kids were such dorks. Namjoon kind of liked that. He missed when Jungkook played around like that, these days he was all business and trying to be on the same level as Yoongi. Namjoon would rather go back to playing gangsters than being gangsters.
Jimin came out of the bathroom, still a bit wet from his shower with his pants on and nothing else. He was towelling his hair dry when he stopped and beamed at Yoongi and Namjoon. "Yoongi, Namjoon. It's a pleasure to see you." He bowed respectfully.
Jimin came out of the bathroom, still a bit wet from his shower with his pants on and nothing else. He was towelling his hair dry when he stopped and beamed at Yoongi and Namjoon. "Yoongi, Namjoon. It's a pleasure to see you." He bowed respectfully.
Namjoon had texted them ahead of time to tell them that Jungkook was coming, Jimin wasn't overly thrilled to see this guy again but he opened the door to him, bowing politely and letting him in. "Good morning." Where the hell was Tae? "Tae?!"
Jungkook winced at the volume and shut the door behind him.
"Look, I'm not staying long. I just have to make sure no one killed themselves and deliver some news." That was it. A quick in and out. Hopefully.
Jungkook winced at the volume and shut the door behind him.
"Look, I'm not staying long. I just have to make sure no one killed themselves and deliver some news." That was it. A quick in and out. Hopefully.
Tae came out of the bedroom, his head tangled in his shirt with his arms above them, because for some reason Jimin could flawlessly take his shirt off while talking and he was now stuck. He finally managed to free himself, head red and hair in utter disarray, but here he was, looking at Jungkook.
And, hey. At least he was shirtless. He looked down himself and decided that he had to eat more, but his body was at least pretty toned.
"Ohh, you are the errand boy. What's the news?"
And, hey. At least he was shirtless. He looked down himself and decided that he had to eat more, but his body was at least pretty toned.
"Ohh, you are the errand boy. What's the news?"
It had all happened quickly, but it always did. Yoongi had been in many shoot-outs of his life and people talked about things slowing down, but that had never happened to him. They had started shooting without warning and Jungkook had moved in front of him. Yoongi had no time to see how injured he was, all he could do was stand above his protege and try to keep him from further harm, gun in hands.
They had a good plan, J-Hope was ready on a roof nearby and it wasn't that long before a car stopped close to them. Yoongi didn't hesitate, grabbing Jungkook and dragging him inside the car, right onto the nice upholstery. He didn't give a fuck right now.
"Drive already! To the hospital, now." He wasn't wasting time with this. He knelt on the ground by the bench, feeling Jungkook until he found the wound and started pressing his hand down on it. Could be fatal, might not be so bad, hard to know until they knew what had been hit. "You'll make it, Jungkook."
He looked at him to make sure he had his attention. "That's an order."
They had a good plan, J-Hope was ready on a roof nearby and it wasn't that long before a car stopped close to them. Yoongi didn't hesitate, grabbing Jungkook and dragging him inside the car, right onto the nice upholstery. He didn't give a fuck right now.
"Drive already! To the hospital, now." He wasn't wasting time with this. He knelt on the ground by the bench, feeling Jungkook until he found the wound and started pressing his hand down on it. Could be fatal, might not be so bad, hard to know until they knew what had been hit. "You'll make it, Jungkook."
He looked at him to make sure he had his attention. "That's an order."
He wished he could say he thought about it and did it as a pre planned move but mostly, he was scared and he acted on impulse. One moment Yoongi was in danger, the next the gun fired and he was moving in to save him. And then pain. It was a burning, non-stop pain and he hated himself for being so weak. He didn't even get a chance to take part in the shoot out, he didn't get to do anything worthwhile.
Like a kid, he was being dragged along and saved, whimpering in pain at every movement.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm so sorry." He wanted to do better. He was delirious with pain and that was the only thing he could focus on. "Ah, no, ah, it hurts!" The pressure was painful but he knew it had to be done. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe, to keep it together.
"I-I didn't mean to let you down."
Like a kid, he was being dragged along and saved, whimpering in pain at every movement.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm so sorry." He wanted to do better. He was delirious with pain and that was the only thing he could focus on. "Ah, no, ah, it hurts!" The pressure was painful but he knew it had to be done. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe, to keep it together.
"I-I didn't mean to let you down."
"Hey, I-- What are you two doing?"
"Playing king of Korean." Jimin told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. They had a pillow fort and he was wearing a crown and a blanket cape, Tae was dressed up like his bodyguard/ninja. There really wasn't a lot to do here so they had to be creative. Jimin took off his crown and wriggled out of his cape. "What's up? Did you do the thing? Did it -- did it go well?"
"Oh yeah." Namjoon answered on instinct because positive was better than negative. "We got all the guys but one, uh, we-- we had some causalities. And some injuries." Come on, Namjoon, don't fucking cry. He took a deep breath and tried to focus. "But it's over."
"Playing king of Korean." Jimin told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. They had a pillow fort and he was wearing a crown and a blanket cape, Tae was dressed up like his bodyguard/ninja. There really wasn't a lot to do here so they had to be creative. Jimin took off his crown and wriggled out of his cape. "What's up? Did you do the thing? Did it -- did it go well?"
"Oh yeah." Namjoon answered on instinct because positive was better than negative. "We got all the guys but one, uh, we-- we had some causalities. And some injuries." Come on, Namjoon, don't fucking cry. He took a deep breath and tried to focus. "But it's over."
"Wait, which guy didn't you get?" Tae focused on the important thing, while stepping behind Jimin, taking off the shades he'd worn to be a proper ninja/bodyguard. He was looking Namjoon over to make sure he wasn't one of the injured people, trying to get a good read on him, but it was difficult. He wished he knew the guy better already, he bet that would make it easier to know whether he was all right. "You are upset. Right?"
"So, you're both pretty cute. That's not what I was expecting." They still looked like little punks, but they were good-looking, Hoseok had to give them that. He leaned back in his chair at the table while the waitress set their drinks down, smiling at both of them. "You two got me into so much trouble. I swear, I thought Min Yoongi was going to kill me."
"Almost did," Yoongi offered, not very reassuring. He wore shades indoors today, hiding his eyes as he looked at his glass, turning it in his fingers. "Can you use the help?"
"There's a lot to do." Hobi shrugged, looking at Jimin and Tae again. "You want to work in a club?"
"I want to work with RM." Tae was determined there. "He said I could."
"Almost did," Yoongi offered, not very reassuring. He wore shades indoors today, hiding his eyes as he looked at his glass, turning it in his fingers. "Can you use the help?"
"There's a lot to do." Hobi shrugged, looking at Jimin and Tae again. "You want to work in a club?"
"I want to work with RM." Tae was determined there. "He said I could."
"When I'm less busy. Shit got real, we'll do that soon. Until then, you earn it. Work hard here, do whatever Hobi wants you to do. And maybe we can play around with guns later on." Namjoon grinned, unable to help himself. What? He liked the kid. He was funny and bold, he kind of wanted him to work alongside them. He reached out and ruffled Tae's hair.
"What kind of work do you have to do at a club?" Jimin wasn't sure what kind of club this was. He kept looking around, scanning the room. Was it like the other club he had to go to? He didn't like that one. Everyone kept touching him.
Feeling bold like Tae, he made his intentions clear. "I'm not going to fuck anyone. I don't wanna do that."
"Jesus, you two are direct." Namjoon had to laugh, giving J-Hope an amused smile. "I told you they were funny punks."
"What kind of work do you have to do at a club?" Jimin wasn't sure what kind of club this was. He kept looking around, scanning the room. Was it like the other club he had to go to? He didn't like that one. Everyone kept touching him.
Feeling bold like Tae, he made his intentions clear. "I'm not going to fuck anyone. I don't wanna do that."
"Jesus, you two are direct." Namjoon had to laugh, giving J-Hope an amused smile. "I told you they were funny punks."
"Yoongi?"
Jungkook had been up on and off for about a week now but today, he felt awake enough to move a little. He reached up and pulled down his oxygen mask, coughing a little as he breathed on his own, feeling more capable than he had last time. He looked at Yoongi, sleeping in the chair next to him, wonder if he was doing all right.
"Yoongi, are you okay?"
Jungkook had been up on and off for about a week now but today, he felt awake enough to move a little. He reached up and pulled down his oxygen mask, coughing a little as he breathed on his own, feeling more capable than he had last time. He looked at Yoongi, sleeping in the chair next to him, wonder if he was doing all right.
"Yoongi, are you okay?"
Yoongi wasn't always a light sleeper, but when in an hospital, on a very uncomfortable chair, waiting for his boy to wake up? Oh yes. He sat up very quickly, pushing the hair back from his face, his shades still on, scooting over to be closer to Jungkook. Only then did his brain catch up properly to the question Jungkook had asked.
"...seriously? You are the one in a hospital, hooked up to five different machines and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
He tsked and shook his head. "Put that breathing mask back on, you need more oxygen. How are you doing?"
"...seriously? You are the one in a hospital, hooked up to five different machines and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
He tsked and shook his head. "Put that breathing mask back on, you need more oxygen. How are you doing?"
It had been a long day, but Jungkook was finally released to go home, so Yoongi felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest and he didn't even care how little he had been sleeping lately. He felt less guilt-ridden than he had in a long time, the way Jungkook's eyes lit up when he gave him the watch having at least been part of the reason. Not that he blamed him, it was expensive, looked stylish and was a guaranteed one of a kind piece, definitely something that he could show off.
Either way, it had improved his mood and so he finally stopped by Hobi's club before he'd head home and actually lie down to sleep properly. It had been a while.
He was spotted as soon as he walked in, Hoseok leaned over the bar and waved Jimin over. "Boss just got here. Get him a drink. He likes you." It was always a good idea to try and keep Yoongi in a good mood. Which was also why J-Hope walked right over and greeted him personally, so he could lead him to a table in the VIP section. He knew that Yoongi wasn't a people person.
Either way, it had improved his mood and so he finally stopped by Hobi's club before he'd head home and actually lie down to sleep properly. It had been a while.
He was spotted as soon as he walked in, Hoseok leaned over the bar and waved Jimin over. "Boss just got here. Get him a drink. He likes you." It was always a good idea to try and keep Yoongi in a good mood. Which was also why J-Hope walked right over and greeted him personally, so he could lead him to a table in the VIP section. He knew that Yoongi wasn't a people person.
"On it, boss." Jimin had really taken to mixing drinks and he had a good way of working out what cocktail for what mood and when. He played around with the drinks behind him, mixing up something that would not keep Yoongi too awake but might put him in a good mood. He went for an ujjujju melony and topped it with a whimsical umbrella. He thought it looked more fun!
Even though waiters were supposed to deliver drinks, Jimin left the other bar staff to handle it while he grabbed the drink and navigated his way through people to get to Yoongi.
"Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin bowed and then set down the drink, beaming brightly at him. "I made it for you. Like I said I would make one for you next time you came!"
Even though waiters were supposed to deliver drinks, Jimin left the other bar staff to handle it while he grabbed the drink and navigated his way through people to get to Yoongi.
"Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin bowed and then set down the drink, beaming brightly at him. "I made it for you. Like I said I would make one for you next time you came!"
"Hey, Jungkook. You're looking well."
Jungkook did look well for someone he'd been told was in critical care not long ago and was technically a gun shot victim. He was sitting in a chair, a little paler than usual but he was playing video games and looked pretty good overall. He turned his head to the two dorks and nodded in recognition, returning to his violent game and happily shooting anyone in sight.
"Hey, punks. Enjoying free life now you're not hiding in a hotel or do you miss the good life?"
Jungkook did look well for someone he'd been told was in critical care not long ago and was technically a gun shot victim. He was sitting in a chair, a little paler than usual but he was playing video games and looked pretty good overall. He turned his head to the two dorks and nodded in recognition, returning to his violent game and happily shooting anyone in sight.
"Hey, punks. Enjoying free life now you're not hiding in a hotel or do you miss the good life?"
"I do miss room service." Tae wasn't going to deny that. High class food was a lot harder to get by when Min Yoongi wasn't footing the bill. He walked into the apartment as if he owned it, simply dropping down on the floor next to Jungkook, ready to judge his playing. "But it's pretty cool. Jimin is really good at mixing cocktails now and I get to go out with Namjoon. It's so much fun."
He had certainly taken to it. "I'll have my own gun soon, you'll see. How about you? Enjoying having extra holes in your body?"
He had certainly taken to it. "I'll have my own gun soon, you'll see. How about you? Enjoying having extra holes in your body?"
It was afternoon, so Yoongi didn't expect much of anyone to be at the club when he met Hoseok there. So seeing Jimin behind the bar was a surprise. He walked over, pushing the hair back from his face and gesturing to his men absently, so they fell back. He didn't need an audience. "I didn't know you'd be here."
He checked, just to make sure Jimin was wearing his gift.
He checked, just to make sure Jimin was wearing his gift.
"I like to be here. It's fun." Jimin smiled softly as he started to mix drinks, just casually testing out new cocktails for sale. He was still learning, after all. He set his work aside and leaned forward, he was most definitely wearing his gift. Why wouldn't he? This was so cool. Yoongi got him the best gift.
"How are you today, Yoongi-hyung?"
"How are you today, Yoongi-hyung?"
In some ways, Jimin had a sort of immature way of handling negative emotions. Yoongi wouldn't really see him, he didn't really talk to him and he was being dismissive a lot lately. Especially tonight. He came over with a special drink and everything, he just got shooed away because Namjoon was there. He was embarrassed of him! That's what it looked like. He pouted for a solid fifteen minutes behind the bar.
"Hey, handsome, can you pour me another whiskey?"
Jimin turned his head and -- oh. He smiled bashfully and wondered if Yoongi would pay attention to him if he made him pay attention. "Coming right up!" He poured a glass of whiskey and slid it over, reaching out to stroke his arm up and down. Musclely. "You come here often? I would have remembered someone as good looking as you."
Ha! This would teach Yoongi to ignore him and talk to Namjoon instead.
"Hey, handsome, can you pour me another whiskey?"
Jimin turned his head and -- oh. He smiled bashfully and wondered if Yoongi would pay attention to him if he made him pay attention. "Coming right up!" He poured a glass of whiskey and slid it over, reaching out to stroke his arm up and down. Musclely. "You come here often? I would have remembered someone as good looking as you."
Ha! This would teach Yoongi to ignore him and talk to Namjoon instead.
Yoongi was mostly focusing on what Namjoon was telling him, nodding along. They had been very busy lately, having to sort out all the new property they were taking over, finding the right men and trying to maintain strength while expanding. Not an easy task by any means and he looked at the profiles of the various men that were on the table in front of him.
Still, he glanced toward the bar for just a moment, hoping for a glimpse of Jimin, hoping that maybe the earrings would catch the light the way they sometimes did, because he liked the idea of having made Jimin sparkle for him. What he saw instead wasn't that moment of joy he'd been hoping for, instead his chest tightened.
"Who's that?" He gestured to the bar. "Talking to Jimin."
Still, he glanced toward the bar for just a moment, hoping for a glimpse of Jimin, hoping that maybe the earrings would catch the light the way they sometimes did, because he liked the idea of having made Jimin sparkle for him. What he saw instead wasn't that moment of joy he'd been hoping for, instead his chest tightened.
"Who's that?" He gestured to the bar. "Talking to Jimin."
Since he had promised, Yoongi really did come by the next day. It was early evening, not really busy yet, and he headed for the bar, just to wait for Jimin to notice him. Of course it didn't take long, he was the boss, he had two guys with him to just stand there and look dangerous, he drew attention.
Yoongi gestured to the table he usually sat at. "Bring me a drink?" He was ready to let Jimin make him something. Whatever, he could deal. He always surprised him with his choices.
Yoongi gestured to the table he usually sat at. "Bring me a drink?" He was ready to let Jimin make him something. Whatever, he could deal. He always surprised him with his choices.
"Yes! On it, boss." He said the title with a playful edge, smiling seductively as he hurried along to make another odd little concoction. This time it was a cocktail with a pineapple and a few little umbrellas and a sparkly dangly thing. It looked insane but he wanted to make it special. He hurried over and set the drink down, bowing politely.
"I hope you like it, Yoongi-hyung!" He hoped it wasn't too sweet this time.
"I hope you like it, Yoongi-hyung!" He hoped it wasn't too sweet this time.
"Several things." Yoongi walked into his office, where Namjoon as already sitting, and he put down a cup of coffee in front of him. Well, less coffee and more some sweet, atrocious caramel concoction that made him sick just by looking at it, but whatever.
He walked around the desk to his chair, sitting down and taking a sip from his own coffee. "Jungkook wants to go back in the field, but I talked to his doctors and I told him no. Instead I gave him the task of rebranding the club we've taken over. I don't really care what he does with it, anything is better than human trafficking central. I told him he can make it a strip club, fetish club, after school disco or whatever tickles his fancy, as long as there's no prostitution." He drew lines and he didn't think Namjoon would disagree with that. Taking another sip, he leaned back in his seat. "Next, I've negotiated a deal with the gang South of our new borders. They mostly seem to just not want any trouble, but I was gracious anyway."
He had been in a good mood and he had had Jimin waiting for him at home. Which was the next point on his agenda for this morning. "Finally, I'm going to date Jimin. Officially. I will need security for him, 24/7. I'm thinking two men, so four in total? What do you think?"
He walked around the desk to his chair, sitting down and taking a sip from his own coffee. "Jungkook wants to go back in the field, but I talked to his doctors and I told him no. Instead I gave him the task of rebranding the club we've taken over. I don't really care what he does with it, anything is better than human trafficking central. I told him he can make it a strip club, fetish club, after school disco or whatever tickles his fancy, as long as there's no prostitution." He drew lines and he didn't think Namjoon would disagree with that. Taking another sip, he leaned back in his seat. "Next, I've negotiated a deal with the gang South of our new borders. They mostly seem to just not want any trouble, but I was gracious anyway."
He had been in a good mood and he had had Jimin waiting for him at home. Which was the next point on his agenda for this morning. "Finally, I'm going to date Jimin. Officially. I will need security for him, 24/7. I'm thinking two men, so four in total? What do you think?"
Namjoon leaned back and sipped his coffee, a little exhausted from working almost twenty four hours straight but he always had a lot to do and nothing else to pretend like he had to do. Work came first because there was no second. He was happy enough, he played some cards with Hobi last night as he waited for a shipment and he taught Tae a little more gun technique. That was always fun, he was so eager.
He nodded along, following every order of business and then -- wait, what? Back up.
"You're dating Jimin?" Well, he saw that one coming but was this really have he chose to tell him that he'd not single? "Well, I mean, that's cool." He shrugged his shoulders. "Four sounds good - when were you unofficially dating?"
He nodded along, following every order of business and then -- wait, what? Back up.
"You're dating Jimin?" Well, he saw that one coming but was this really have he chose to tell him that he'd not single? "Well, I mean, that's cool." He shrugged his shoulders. "Four sounds good - when were you unofficially dating?"
"Namjoon?" Yoongi wasn't sure whether Namjoon was still awake. He certainly hadn't been able to sleep himself, even though he had had a long shift in the restaurant. There was too much on his mind.
The room was cold, they shared a mattress and he was fairly certain a spider had bit him on the arm, but that wasn't why he couldn't sleep.
It had been three months. Three months of living on the street, finally managing to get off the street when he'd gotten the job at the restaurant. Three months of learning what life was like when people didn't treat him like the crown prince.
It had been great, honestly. Yoongi couldn't remember ever having felt this alive before, even shivering and hungry, even getting beaten up by some street thugs who had no idea who they were dealing with. He didn't worry, he didn't think about what he had to lose. Worrying was for Namjoon and he knew that Namjoon did. He couldn't blame him, Namjoon had been raised with the mantra of how it was his task to ensure Yoongi's position, to protect him and support him. Of course he'd worry when Yoongi got into fights for no good reason (he maintained that coffee was a good reason for a fight) or went home with someone he didn't even know, partly for the thrill of them not knowing him.
It was freedom, Yoongi loved it. All the more since he knew that this was the only taste of freedom he was ever going to get. Which was what was on his mind tonight.
"Namjoon? Wake up."
The room was cold, they shared a mattress and he was fairly certain a spider had bit him on the arm, but that wasn't why he couldn't sleep.
It had been three months. Three months of living on the street, finally managing to get off the street when he'd gotten the job at the restaurant. Three months of learning what life was like when people didn't treat him like the crown prince.
It had been great, honestly. Yoongi couldn't remember ever having felt this alive before, even shivering and hungry, even getting beaten up by some street thugs who had no idea who they were dealing with. He didn't worry, he didn't think about what he had to lose. Worrying was for Namjoon and he knew that Namjoon did. He couldn't blame him, Namjoon had been raised with the mantra of how it was his task to ensure Yoongi's position, to protect him and support him. Of course he'd worry when Yoongi got into fights for no good reason (he maintained that coffee was a good reason for a fight) or went home with someone he didn't even know, partly for the thrill of them not knowing him.
It was freedom, Yoongi loved it. All the more since he knew that this was the only taste of freedom he was ever going to get. Which was what was on his mind tonight.
"Namjoon? Wake up."
"No." Namjoon mumbled as he curled further into himself, too cold and tired to want to get up. It had been so exhausting lately and he'd been trying to get the odd job to raise enough money to help Yoongi but no one would give him a stable job. He was too young and everyone tried to rip him off. He'd done a full days work delivering packages around Seoul only to be told he did it for experience. He'd never been so crushed.
He didn't feel like waking up and dealing with this world.
The trouble was that he know he was failing. He was supposed to prove himself as a second in command and so far, he'd barely chipped in any cash, he couldn't help out in fights much and all that happened when he stepped in was that they both got their asses kicked. It wasn't ideal.
"Damn it." Namjoon huffed as he rolled onto his back and looked tiredly up at Yoongi. "I'm up now... what?"
He didn't feel like waking up and dealing with this world.
The trouble was that he know he was failing. He was supposed to prove himself as a second in command and so far, he'd barely chipped in any cash, he couldn't help out in fights much and all that happened when he stepped in was that they both got their asses kicked. It wasn't ideal.
"Damn it." Namjoon huffed as he rolled onto his back and looked tiredly up at Yoongi. "I'm up now... what?"
When Yoongi got to the club, Jungkook was there. Why the hell was Jungkook there? He made eye contact with J-Hope across the room and gestured at the little boy that was just sitting in their club as if he belonged there. How old was he, eight?
All J-Hope did was shrug his shoulders, then return to tending bar. Well, he supposed he couldn't blame him for that. Yoongi sat down next to Jungkook and absently ruffled his head while looking at Namjoon with raised eyebrows. "What did I tell you about babysitting?"
He didn't want Jungkook here. They didn't have enough people yet to guarantee his safety.
All J-Hope did was shrug his shoulders, then return to tending bar. Well, he supposed he couldn't blame him for that. Yoongi sat down next to Jungkook and absently ruffled his head while looking at Namjoon with raised eyebrows. "What did I tell you about babysitting?"
He didn't want Jungkook here. They didn't have enough people yet to guarantee his safety.
"I'm not a baby!" Jungkook whined as he put his cap back on and slumped over the bar. "I could drink if I wanted to. I just can't cause Hobi-hyung won't serve me." So there. He was bad ass. And he stuck his tongue out, just to make a point.
Namjoon crossed his arms and shrugged too. "Look, his dad said there was an emergency and ditched the kid with us." And Namjoon didn't like to leave him sitting in the back so he let hi sit at the bar. What was wrong with that? He wasn't drinking. "If we have to go, Hobi can keep an eye on him."
"What? No! I can come with you."
Namjoon crossed his arms and shrugged too. "Look, his dad said there was an emergency and ditched the kid with us." And Namjoon didn't like to leave him sitting in the back so he let hi sit at the bar. What was wrong with that? He wasn't drinking. "If we have to go, Hobi can keep an eye on him."
"What? No! I can come with you."
"You'll do fine," J-Hope assured Jungkook, knowing that the kid was nervous. He couldn't really blame him, this was a bit outside his comfort zone and Yoongi was putting a lot of trust in him, letting him do this with minimal supervision. If anyone hadn't known before this all started that Jungkook was Min Yoongi's favourite, it was very obvious now. So many of the Dark Dragons had died personally by Yoongi's hand, through bullet wounds close to where Jungkook had been shot. Only deadlier, obviously.
And now he had been given this task of reworking the Dark Dragons' centre of operation. J-Hope was here because he knew the club business and he didn't mind, although this club was sleazy and everyone knew that. He walked next to Jungkook and it was their men guarding the entrance, bowing respectfully and holding the door open for them. "Get an idea about things first. You can make decisions later."
Just a friendly piece of advice.
And now he had been given this task of reworking the Dark Dragons' centre of operation. J-Hope was here because he knew the club business and he didn't mind, although this club was sleazy and everyone knew that. He walked next to Jungkook and it was their men guarding the entrance, bowing respectfully and holding the door open for them. "Get an idea about things first. You can make decisions later."
Just a friendly piece of advice.
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"I just don't know what to do with a club but I can't let Yoongi-hyung down." He looked around the club and pulled a face as he noted how few things had been left behind. Did the people working here just steal what they could before running for their lives? Cause ... well, that was smart. They probably needed cash now their empire was in ruins. "Is anyone left that works here or did Yoongi personally slaughter every last one? I know he got pretty trigger happy."
After he got shot, everyone else had to pay for it. And they really did.
There were a few people here, mostly people he recognised from their gang. And then there was a few girls and boys here still. They must be the hookers.
After he got shot, everyone else had to pay for it. And they really did.
There were a few people here, mostly people he recognised from their gang. And then there was a few girls and boys here still. They must be the hookers.
"Stay! Just stay there." Jungkook snapped at the boy he'd been forced to hang out with all day. He was handling business and he needed a translator and yeah, Ten was good at it but he was so damn weird. He was scared of fruit, he took forever to think about things and he really didn't make a lot of sense finance wise. "I need to find Yoongi so just wait here, don't touch anything and don't steal."
"I never steal."
"You stole in front of me today." He tried to nab some cash and he clearly stole one of the rings from one of their partners. Fucking idiot. He moved further in and there was Tae. Thank God, someone who could watch this idiot. "Tae, good to see you. Could you do me a big favour and watch this moron? Make sure he doesn't steal from Hobi-hyung or do anything stupid."
"I don't steal." Ten called out again as he took a sip from a random glass left at the bar.
"I never steal."
"You stole in front of me today." He tried to nab some cash and he clearly stole one of the rings from one of their partners. Fucking idiot. He moved further in and there was Tae. Thank God, someone who could watch this idiot. "Tae, good to see you. Could you do me a big favour and watch this moron? Make sure he doesn't steal from Hobi-hyung or do anything stupid."
"I don't steal." Ten called out again as he took a sip from a random glass left at the bar.
"...yeah." Tae looked at Ten and, yes, he recognised him. He huffed out a laugh, mostly amused that someone else was exasperating Jungkook more than him these days. "Think Jimin is in Hobi's office." He looked around, making sure his voice was low. "With Min Yoongi."
It wasn't a secret any more that they were together, but that was something different from catching Yoongi being intimate or tender with someone. Even for Jungkook, Tae assumed. "Might want to wait a bit." Just saying.
Either way he walked over to Ten, nodding in greeting. "Hey, long time no see. I'm Tae, remember me? V." He held out his hand in greeting, smiling happily. He wore better clothes these days, mostly courtesy of Namjoon trying to make him feel better over Jimin moving out. Whatever, worked for him. Not that he was dressed the way Jimin was, because apparently there was no limit to generosity with Min Yoongi's boyfriend. "How's it going? You should stop stealing, Jungkook's got a temper."
It wasn't a secret any more that they were together, but that was something different from catching Yoongi being intimate or tender with someone. Even for Jungkook, Tae assumed. "Might want to wait a bit." Just saying.
Either way he walked over to Ten, nodding in greeting. "Hey, long time no see. I'm Tae, remember me? V." He held out his hand in greeting, smiling happily. He wore better clothes these days, mostly courtesy of Namjoon trying to make him feel better over Jimin moving out. Whatever, worked for him. Not that he was dressed the way Jimin was, because apparently there was no limit to generosity with Min Yoongi's boyfriend. "How's it going? You should stop stealing, Jungkook's got a temper."
It was pretty early, at least it was early for someone who ran a bar and who had therefore gone to bed around dawn and not entirely sober, but J-Hope managed to still look somewhat fresh anyway. He came without any reinforcement this time, just by himself, carrying a different gun this time. Hey, he didn't have a collection just for gathering dust.
Things were definitely moving along, construction happening everywhere. Jungkook had good taste and the desire to not leave any reminders of the old place, so it was no surprise that the building already looked quite different. J-Hope stopped in front of it, checking his watch and looking up when Ten approached, offering a bright smile. Hey, he was that kind of guy.
"Good morning! Do you know where we're supposed to meet everyone?"
Things were definitely moving along, construction happening everywhere. Jungkook had good taste and the desire to not leave any reminders of the old place, so it was no surprise that the building already looked quite different. J-Hope stopped in front of it, checking his watch and looking up when Ten approached, offering a bright smile. Hey, he was that kind of guy.
"Good morning! Do you know where we're supposed to meet everyone?"
"Yes, the back room. I prepared it for you. And I got coffee, I figured you'd need it." Oh yeah, such a good boy. He was aware that he needed someone on his side these days and if he ever hoped to get out of paying debt then he needed someone to have his back and maybe pay a little for him. And if he could get Hobi on his side then he'd have quite the asset.
He didn't mind, friend or boyfriend, whatever worked best. Though he did have a preference, personally.
Reaching out, he boldly took Hobi's hand and started to lead him along, happy enough to make contact and not caring if the guy had a gun. If he hadn't shot him yet, he wouldn't just for holding hands. "What do you need to get done today? I will help!"
He didn't mind, friend or boyfriend, whatever worked best. Though he did have a preference, personally.
Reaching out, he boldly took Hobi's hand and started to lead him along, happy enough to make contact and not caring if the guy had a gun. If he hadn't shot him yet, he wouldn't just for holding hands. "What do you need to get done today? I will help!"
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