𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓘⓕⓣⓨⓕⓘⓥⓔ

It had truly been too easy. Only eight men protecting one of the richest men in the city? Amateurs. He scoffed as he loaded his gun and finished his cigarette, flicking it out of his hands. He could hear their laughter resonating outside of the club, the entrance door slightly opened. All his targets were in one place, and on top of that the stupid biker gang that had made his own business falter was there, too. It was truly perfect. It was fate. He smiled brightly as he watched the main door from afar, hidden in the shadows, as his men prepared behind him. The streets were strangely empty, most likely because the club had shut down for the night. It was a rather calm neighborhood, and he could not wait to make it a little more... exciting.

Taehyung had been bad at his double life. As much as he had wanted to be one of the top men in the city, just like Seokjin was, he had miserably failed. Blame it on his age, his lack of experience and knowledge, but Seokjin knew it was out of blunt ignorance and stupidity. The young man had thought that he could stay on the top like that, with no one trying to pull him down? Idiot. Seokjin snickered as he balanced his gun on his other hand, testing its weight. It was a new one, one he had kept just for this special occasion. It was perfect, just like this whole night had planned out. Oh how he was glad that bitch of a manservant had stumbled into his club, and ultimately fell into his hands. What a coincidence. Almost like it was bound to happen, sooner or later. Seokjin always got what he wanted.

No one could compare to him. He was a master of all trades, being both an part-time investigator and a gang leader. He had seen the top, and the only threat that stood between him and ruling that peak was Taehyung. His stupid club and deal with his rival gang had put a stick in his wheel. Now it was all about to come to an end, as they were most definitely unprepared for what was about to come. He eyed his men, around fifteen of them, as they all armed their rifles and pistols harmoniously. It was a sight that made an excitement bubble inside of him, and he almost giggled at the thought. This would be too easy, and oh so good.

"Tick tock, I control the clock," Seokjin whispered before motioning for his men to step forward.

When they entered the room, he was the first to shoot.

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Yoongi opened the door to Taehyung's apartment, having taken his key with his approval to go and meet with Jimin to make sure he was okay. The fact that he had left so quickly and with no explanation had made Yoongi too worried to even focus on the celebration, so he thought he would go and take care of him, or simply check up on him before going back. He could not help but stare at the grandeur of the room, eyes darting between either the glass chandelier, the marble counter tops or the incredible window that stood in front of him, giving out a beautiful view of the city night. He had originally thought his own small loft to be luxurious, but this was on a whole other level. He slightly envied Jimin for having the opportunity to live in such opulence.

"Jimin?" He asked, the sound of his voice echoing through the vast room.

He frowned and walked quickly across the entrance, peeking inside the open doors left and right. He did not want to be nosy, so he tried his best to not open any extra doors. Jimin had never really told him about the apartment, even less so where his own room was.

"Jimin? Jimin?" He asked, again, getting more worried by the second.

After looking through every room of the apartment and finding them empty, he grabbed his phone and called Jimin's number. His foot tapped impatiently on the wooden floor as his fingers reached to his mouth, where he nibbled on the skin surrounding his nails. The number you have reached is unavailable right now, please try again later. He called again. The number you have reached is unavailable right now, please try again later.

"Fuck!" He shouted, running a hand through his hair.

Where could he possibly be? And why had he not told him? Was there any other place he could have gone to? Was he so sick he had gone to the hospital? Yoongi called once again, just to make sure, and he heard the same robotic voice instead of Jimin's. He called Jungkook, since maybe while Yoongi had driven there Jimin would have come back at the same time. They simply had not crossed one another. Jungkook did not answer and he cursed, stuffing the phone back into his jacket's pocket. He had no clue where to start looking, or who to contact. He knew none of Jimin's relatives, if the man even had some, so he was faced with complete obliviousness.

He ran out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him, before jumping back in his car. He drove a little too fast, a little too carelessly, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was where Jimin was, and if he was okay. He could quite literally be anywhere, in need of help, and the mere thought of it scared Yoongi to death. He told himself that he could at least go back to the club and check for himself. Maybe he was there, rested and well, laughing and smiling so brightly as he always did. He parked a street down from the club, as there was no parking any closer, and exited his car. He closed the door with a loud slam and took a deep breath of the refreshing night air before taking his first step.

A gunshot.