Park Jimin is tearing his hair out.
His estate has turned into a hotel, and the one man he vowed would never reside under his roof is clogging up his halls and getting on his nerves. The arrival of her enigmatic ex, however, is exactly what Hahm Yun...
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'Get down!'
The jarring landing when Jin rugby tackled him to the ground stunned Jimin's senses.
The bullet had missed his head by a hair's breadth, but there was no time to think about his brush with death as he and his men crouch-ran behind a table and hastily overturned it to use as a shield.
The lounge was pandemonium once again, people screaming and running and diving for cover when a second shot tore through the air and splintered the timber.
'Last time you'll accept an invite to a Kim Taehyung soiree, ey?' Jin hooted at a woman cowering beside him as a third bullet shattered a vase and rained shards of glass onto Namjoon's shoulders.
The fourth lodged itself into the plaster above Jimin's head, the fifth bouncing off an engraved gold plaque nailed to a pillar. Five, six and seven joined their sister embedded in the wall, but Jimin remained put, counting down each blast until the top floor plunged into silence.
He didn't need to see Taehyung to know that he was the one shooting at them. The Kimber Raptor - the same gun he'd had the pleasure of owning for many years - had a distinct resonance. It was a firearm Jimin treasured, a firearm he could handle if blind.
It was also a firearm that held only ten rounds.
It was time for the motherfucker to reload.
'Is it him?' Namjoon panted as Jimin took a gander around the edge of the table.
'Oh, it's him, alright.'
Taehyung appeared precariously calm, a confident smirk at his mouth as he stalked the perimeter of the lounge and knocked a fresh mag into his Raptor.
On the plus side, having him in their line of sight meant he wasn't pursuing Yunhee.
The downside? The defiant bastard was challenging them to take a shot knowing damn well that innocent civilians were stranded between them.
'What is he doing?' Jin hissed as he squeezed the handle of his Smith & Wesson.
'Stalling us,' Jimin grumbled. 'He knows Yunhee's gone and that we plan to follow.'
'Then shoot the silly cunt so we can get underway,' Namjoon harangued.
'Can't. Too many people,' Jimin rasped as his enemy flashed his teeth and sent him a condescending salute. 'Fuck!'
Taehyung lifted his Raptor at lightning speed, his pearly whites disappearing behind a vicious sneer when he opened fire.
Taking refuge just in the nick of time, Jimin braced himself against the shaking barricade, waiting out the assault as the powerful gun punctured lead into the opposite side.
'Boss!' Jin yelled above the deafening racket while checking a notification on his burner phone. 'They're in the limo!'
