Operation: Protect the Bad Boy

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Chapter 2

Taehyung almost laughed at the sight. He had manage to bring down five of the guys unarmed, he can easily eradicate these lowlives especially the man in front him  if only he was in his best condition.

He attempted to regain his balance, but he continuously stumbled back to the cold floor. "That bitch." He hissed, his vision starting to blur and see things in double. 

The girl from earlier must have worked for Yoongi and spiked his drink, he was certain. It was the only explanation he could think of as to why his head felt like it's being hammered to death, despite of his high alcohol tolerance.

Gritting his teeth, he reminded himself to bald that girl's head the next time he saw her around.

His hand stealthily reached out to the back of his pants pocket but the object he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

"Are you looking for this?" Yoongi's cunning voice made his head shot up, twirling the stylish black pistol with his finger. "I see you're still into custom-designed ones. I bet you have a room full of these collections." He muttered, inspecting the delicate details as he ran his fingers through the smooth surface.

Taehyung smirked at him with fascination, "Get your filthy hands away from it. That gun is more expensive than your own life."

"Still as cocky as ever." Yoongi snapped back to his snarky remark, "Should we test this baby? I'm eager to see how it works with my own hands."

A gunshot pierced the air. Taehyung bit his lips to stop himself from making any sound as he felt the bullet lodge in his thighs. The pain was coursing through every inch of his legs but it was bearable. Licking his lips, he felt an odd wave of pleasure thinking that this must be what they feel everytime he pulls the trigger of his favorite gun. People should be honored, having to be killed by a luxurious pistol which costs him a fortune, at least they died a stylish death.

His deep chuckle resonated in the empty place, making Yoongi frown for it was not the reaction he was looking for. His laugh sounded like a psychopath who was apparently too happy of getting shot, his eyes gleamed with a crazed expression, despite bathing in his own blood. A part of Yoongi wanted to shiver at the man, then silence followed.

"Do it again." Taehyung demanded.

Witnessing the scene in front of you, you can't help but snicker but it somehow came out as a snort. Though it proved to be a  wrong move once  it reached their ears, several heads snapped to look at you.

"Who the fuck are you?" Min Yoongi looked at you with a deep frown.

"Me?" You managed to speak out, "I am no one, please carry on."

The men looked at you in disbelief as you dragged your feet to sit in a wooden chair to your right. You urged them to continue as if it was a paused theatre performance and you decided to hit play, the only missing thing is a popcorn and you're all good.

After getting over their shock, the remaining men in the back thundered into your direction and held you captive, making you roll your eyes but you let yourself get roped in the same chair.

Taking advantage of the situation, Taehyung's hand reached for something in the floor and a smirk graced his lips once he got a hold of the broken bottle a meter away from him. Without a second thought, he lodged it deep at Yoongi's leg, making the older emit a blood-curling scream.

Another gunshot and you saw Taehyung clutching his heavily bleeding shoulders. You wasted no time as you headbutted the man in front of you and crushed the legs of the chair forcefully on the floor. In 5 seconds, you manage to wriggle away from the rope making you face twist in distate, mentally insulting them of their sucky skill in tying knots. 

Your legs shot up in the air and slithered around the man's neck, then twisting it with a painful crack. The body dropped with a dull thud before you quickly finished the remaining three.

You heard a car engine stop outside, making the man scurry away to Yoongi's direction and whisper something in his ears. You heard him mutter a low 'shit' before fixing a glare to the younger in the floor. "This isn't over yet, Taehyung."

After those words were said, they hastily scampered away through the backdoor, leaving both you and a panting Taehyung in this messed up place.

Just in time, the front door bolted open and two men came running in. Their eyes taking in the chaotic state of the bar before their eyes landed on you, then to Taehyung, making their eyes widen in panic.

"Oh shit, hyung!" The guy with ebony locks sprinted his way to the guy lying in his own pool of blood, inspecting his injuries.

Shrugging your shoulders, you took once last glance of the messed up place, you wondered how much the damages cost. Though it shouldn't be a problem, the Kim's have a lot of fortune and they can easily purchase this bar with their spare change. You also shouldn't worry over the fact it could be all over the news, the Kim's have a lot of connections afterall. Throw some dime here and there and all traces will be erased in no time.

Taking stealthy steps to the door, you stopped dead on your tracks when one of the guys didn't budge from the doorway, his gleaming eyes quietly assessing you.

His head was titled sidewards, goggling at you as if you were a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. His jaws were perfectly angled with the dim lightings, making it look sharper than it already was. His full bottom lips twisted to a smirk before finally making way to let you pass.