mafia . vkook

forty nine

Taehyung's PoV;

We were due a meeting with Jackson today, but he was twenty minutes late and he hadn't informed any of us what was happening.

"Taehyung, don't look so worried." Jin said comfortingly, "I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I don't know Jin, it's not right. He would've texted at the very least. There's seven of them and not one of them has mentioned a word, something is off." I sighed, hugging my knees closer.

Namjoon's phone suddenly rang, the loud sound startling us all and causing Hoseok to throw the glass in his hand.

"For fuck's sake." He breathed, heading to the kitchen to find the dustpan and brush.

"Who is it?" I asked, referring to his phone.

"It's Jackson." Namjoon said with a frown, pressing answer and putting it on speaker, "hello?"

"It's Youngjae. I don't have much time, but you guys need to get over here immediately. There's been an attack on the house and there's way too many." We heard Youngjae pant down the phone, the evident sound of gunfire and shouting in the background.

"We'll be right there, how is Jungkook doing?"

"He was muttering something about protecting everyone before he got knocked out. Yugyeom is currently hiding with an unconscious Jungkook in the kitchen. Please, be quick." Youngjae said, the last part barely audible due to the crackling of the phone and an abrupt hanging up.

"Fuck." I exhaled, grabbing my weapons quickly.

"Hoseok! We're leaving. Jimin, you alright to stay?" Namjoon shouted before turning to Jimin.

"I'm not staying. I'm coming with, that's my bestest friend in there." Jimin narrowed his eyes, grabbing his gun and his blade.

I'd never seen him use his gun but I knew he was able to fire one.

Jungkook ordered him special bullets as he hated the smell of real ones and his gun had a different grip on it due to his abnormally small hands. He'd also carved Jimin's name in fancy italic on the handle of the blade and painted it with a solution that shone iridescent in certain lighting.

A lot of trouble for a piece of metal, but I couldn't say anything.

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"Jungkook! You are not going back out there." Yugyeom's voice pleaded.

We'd been here about five minutes and we'd already managed to tone the shootings down a little bit but there was still hundreds of men.

Everyone besides me and Jimin had headed off to the fighting but since I had to look after Jimin, we went on a route to find Jungkook.

"Fuck you. I tell you what to do, not the other way around." Jungkook sneered, ripping himself from Yugyeom's needy grasp.

"You're going to get hurt."

"Would you just let the damn man do what he pleases? He's run the mafia for years now, he's no stranger to a bit of blood." I glared, sniding at Yugyeom as I was, quite frankly, jealous. 

Jungkook had been pulled against Yugyeom's chest and was inbetween Yugyeom's legs and he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's slim waist.

"Who are you to tell him what to do?" Jimin asked, his voice a tad scarier than usual. "You're a lower down, you don't even get to tell Taehyung what to do."

"Fuck Taehyung. I can still beat the living shit out of him." Yugyeom stood up, squaring his shoulders.

I remained calm, cocking a brow at his posture.