All Alone

Chapter-12

Jimin sighed, dropping the gun in his hand on the table in front of him. He lifted the pair of noise cancelling headphones off his ears and moved them to hang around his neck. He reached to his right and flicked a switch, the sound of wheels turning echoing through the shooting range as the target came towards him, the paper littered with bullet holes.

After another hour of letting his frustrations out through the barrel of a gun, Jimin finally left the shooting range, ignoring the small crowd of agents outside the door, waiting until Jimin left so they could enter. They were probably afraid to be in the same room as Jimin when he had a gun.

Well, they weren’t exactly wrong. Jimin shook his head at the thought, travelling through the control room and down the back hallways until the painting that hid their front door came into view. He popped the portrait forward, unlocking the front and stepping inside. The door closed with a small click, Jimin turning to the keypad and punching in the lock code.

Jimin sighed, messing with his hair as he entered the living, seeing a small lump on the couch covered by a blanket. He noticed the tufts of brown hair peeking through, smiling at the sight of Jungkook burritoed on the couch. He drew his gaze away when Hoseok entered the room from the kitchen, stepping around the couch as Jimin approached him.

“Feeling better?” Hoseok spoke up, quiet enough as to not wake Jungkook.

"Kinda.” Jimin responded. “Is hyung okay?”

“You can ask him yourself. Meeting in his room in five.” Hoseok nodded his head down the hallway, stepping towards Jimin so he could wrap an arm around his waist and guide him down the hall. Jimin took one last glance at Jungkook, who shifted subtly in his sleep, before looking forward and pushing Yoongi’s bedroom door open.

“Jimin!” Tae was on Jimin in an instance, wrapping his arms around the shorter male.

“Hey TaeTae.” Jimin mumbled, leaning into the warmth. He looked over at Yoongi, who was sitting up in the bed, his eyes gazing over his bare torso and the bandages wrapped around his midsection.

“I’m fine, Jimin.” Yoongi said, reaching out and beckoning Jimin forward. Jimin left Taehyung’s side to sit by Yoongi, his hand finding Yoongi’s under the blankets. Jimin visibly relaxed once he was holding onto Yoongi. “You didn’t shoot anyone, right?”

Jimin laughed lightly, squeezing Yoongi’s hand. “Just the paper targets. I swear.”

“Good.” Yoongi squeezed back, looking around the room. “It seems we have a lot to discuss.” Once he was sure that the other five men were in the room, he nodded to Seokjin to have him lock the door. Namjoon moved as well, picking up a folder from Yoongi’s desk.

“So, the trip to Busan was leaked somehow. We arrived and were heading towards the docks we were planning to buy when we were ambushed. The car overturned and I was hit.” Yoongi grabbed the folder from Namjoon, flipping it open and handing Jimin a set of photos. “These are from the CCTV cameras on the road where we crashed.”

Jimin nodded, looking through the photos before stopping at the last one. It showed a man with a mask over his mouth and nose, but his green eyes were seen along with the large scar that ran across his left eyebrow and eye, all the way down to the middle of his nose.

“That’s Choi Junu. He works for Syndicate. He seemed to lead the attack.” Jimin handed the photos to Hoseok when the man stepped behind him, looking over the photos with the same keen eyes. “I want him dead.”

“No objections here.” Jimin said, venom dripping in his words. “When and where?”

“Last known location was Ulsan. I want you and Hoseok to fly out there tomorrow. Nothing big, no close range. You can bring your sniper rifle.”