mafia . vkook

forty seven

Taehyung's PoV;

Everyone, minus Jungkook of course, sat in the canteen, the room silent like a graveyard.

Jimin's muffled sobs occasionally sounded, but they stayed almost inaudible, his face cradled in Yoongi's chest.

"So, are we leaving him behind?" Yoongi asked as he gently carded his fingers through Jimin's silver hair.

"Fuck, I don't know. I said it in anger, hoping he'd come to his senses or something." Hoseok sighed, gripping the table.

"His mind is in a state, he didn't mean any of it." I murmured, stirring the bland coffee round in the plastic cup.

"When Jungkook says something, even in anger or sadness or any emotion, he means it." Yoongi exhaled.

"Gotta give it to him, he's smart-mouthed." Jin smiled sadly.

"He's the leader of the mafia and grew up fighting, he doesn't know anything different." Yoongi said. 

The silence came back and we all just sat, staring in different directions. The clock near the entrance ticked loudly, a little out of time. 

"Isn't that Jaebum?" Namjoon asked, craning his neck to the entrance.

"I hope not. Jungkook says he's gonna get them to beat us up." Yoongi said, worry painting his face.

"You best get ready to fight, they're coming over."

"All of them?"

Namjoon shook his head, "just Jaebum, Jackson and Youngjae."

"They're the nice ones, it'll be okay." I said, offering the trio a smile as they walked to our table, Jaebum standing infront of the two.

"Evening gents." Jaebum said, his voice a little different from the usual.

Maybe he's tired.

"Good evening." Namjoon replied, closest to Jaebum, "what's the matter?"

Jaebum pulled up a chair, sitting down and taking off his hat, placing it on the table as he fixed his hair.

"Housing arrangements." He sighed, stressed. "Jungkook has demanded that we move in and Jackson and Bambam be his personal goons. I tried to talk him out of it, but he's not having any of it. He's already threatened to cut my head off and stick it on the metal fence surrounding the house. Charming, isn't he?"

Yoongi offered a half-assed laugh, shaking his head. "That's our Kook."

"Is, is Jimin alright?" Youngjae stuttered, concerned.

"Yeah, think he's just cried himself to sleep. We'd told Jungkook that we'll leave him if he doesn't stop being a dick and he didn't seem bothered, just said bye in response. It was the carelessness that set Jimin off and how easy Jungkook was willing to let us go." Yoongi sighed, slowly tracing patterns on the back of Jimin's neck.

"That leads me onto the second requirement. He wants you to move out." Jaebum said, his face blank. "Though, I don't see why you guys could just stay away from him, but he demanded that you move out."

"Did he say why?" Hoseok asked.

Jaebum shook his head, "not a word. Just demanded that we defend him and we move you guys out. Unfortunately, his orders apply to us as we have to see him as our King, which means it has to happen or we all die."

"There was nothing to say that you couldn't stay at ours, though, so you won't be totally homeless, I suppose." Jackson said, offering a sympathetic smile.