"Shh, Jimin. It's fine." Yoongi wasn't exactly pleased that Jimin had ditched the guards, but hey. He had done those things and worse when he was younger. He didn't blame Jimin for these consequences, he knew he hadn't seen that coming. "I love you too."

It felt opportune to say it now, because he knew he had to gamble. J-Hope was watching, he had to be. He had to trust that. "What's your plan, Cheon? You're not going to get very far. No wonder your gang was so easy to take out. You are pathetic."

Well, Namjoon always whined about how Yoongi's strategy was often to draw the aggression against himself, but hey.

Cheon sneered at him, digging the gun against Jimin's chin hard enough to make him tilt his head back. "Are you trying to provoke me? You are transparent. You are the pathetic one. Everyone knows you'd be nothing without your father!"

Yoongi made a move to bend and go for his gun, which made Cheon finally target him instead of Jimin. There was a shot, loud and clear and when Yoongi realised he wasn't the one hurting, he picked his gun up, looking up in time to see Cheon's gun hit the ground.

A moment later and Cheon was screaming, holding his shoulder with one hand. Yoongi moved forward immediately, kicking the gun on the ground out of the way and pointing his gun at Cheon. What a good shot. Hobi really was the best.

"I killed my father." Yoongi felt that might be worth pointing out, if a bit belated. Cheon had dropped to the ground, the pain overwhelming.