BTS Office
July
Dark clouds blanketed the sky. The weather was eerie at this late hour.
'Jungkook your artwork has been... Average lately...', Namjoon stated.
The men were called for a rendezvous the evening after their casino failure.
'Taehyung, I really need you to take some of the workload. You're getting paid equally for nothing!'
A loud boom was heard.
The six boys in the room got quiet.
'Office hours are over, who could that be?', Seokjin whispered.
The sickly sound of a person lugging something on the floor was heard, increasing in volume as it came closer and closer to the room the boys were in.
RM discreetly pulled a pistol out of his desk drawer and Jungkook felt for the knife tucked into his sock. The boys were as alert as ever.
Yoongi jumped in fright when the door handle shook vigorously.
After struggling with it, the door opened wide, displaying a not so ecstatic Hoseok- with his shoulder in a cast and knee bandaged. He limped and dragged his burnt out body into the room.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
'Holy fuck.', Jimin said, looking at Hoseok's state.
'Yeah fuck,', Hoseok said, 'If I didn't have Illiana to save my ass, things would've been a whole lot worse.'
'She saved Jimin too.', Jungkook added.
Jimin scoffed, 'She didn't save me.'
'If it wasn't for her, things could've ended differently for you.', Jungkook nonchalantly said.
Getting defensive, Jimin spat, 'Yeah and if it weren't for Taehyung I could've died at the bank because of your mistake.'
The boys were dumbfounded. Even Taehyung looked terribly shocked.
'It wasn't intentional.', Jungkook advanced forward.
Before they could start a fight, Seokjin pulled Jimin out of the room, where Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok silently observed. They all exchanged looks before Jungkook spoke.
'What?'
The boy's put their hands up in defence, except Hoseok, who looked down at his feet. With his mood ruined, Jungkook left the office, heading to the local bar.
'Let's just head back to the safehouse.', Namjoon instructed, 'Yoongi, go home with Hoseok and make him get some rest.'
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Harvey's
The weather was chilly; the clouds ready to wreck havoc and flood the streets soon. Harvey's pub was scantily populated, as Jungkook sat at the bar, sipping neat. He had some tissues splayed out as he illustrated on them with a pencil, Namjoon's earlier remark playing in his head.
'Your artwork has been average lately.'
'I could've died at the bank because of you.'
Jungkook felt unhinged.
'Everyone's always ready to criticize me. It's not like I meant for Jimin to get held at gunpoint. Why would he react like that?'
He thought.
'I would always put my life before his.'
Pressing the pencil harder onto the tissue, Jungkook broke the lead, leaving just the pencil's sharp wooden edges to stick up. He grunted in vexation. Downing his drink, he slammed his glass back down on the counter.
'Can I have another?', he slurred to the bartender.
'Yeah, I'll have what he's having.', an unfamiliar person sat on the stool next to Jungkook.
He looked like a goon to Jungkook. The bar looked pretty empty to him too.
'Wha...', Jungkook's head started spinning with ideas.
The door opened when two more thugs stepped into the bar, backing up the first man.
Sliding his hand into the side of his pants, the goon flashed a shiny black metal item at the bartender, who quickly stepped back behind the bar.
'Uh, what's up guys?', Jungkook said, squinting his eyes at the three big, tattooed men.
'No one say no to Iosif.', the thug with a scar on his cheek growled.
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Safehouse
Paper take-out cartons, chopsticks and napkins were strewn across the translucent, tinted glass table. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were sitting on their black leather sofas across from each other, digging into their food.
They were seated in the main room, waiting for Seokjin and Namjoon to join them for dinner.
'Do you want to leave, Park?', Taehyung asked.
'What?", Jimin asked with a mouthful of chicken.
'Well, don't you feel like... This was supposed to be our thing, not RM's?'
'You mean Namjoon. And no, we need a leader anyway, I think he's good for it.'
'But we weren't supposed to have a leader!', Taehyung put his carton down.
Jimin scrunched his eyebrows at him.
'Why are you speaking against him? You were best friends, Taehyung.'
'EXACTLY, JIMIN!', he raised his voice.
Taehyung stood up, 'Ever since I... We helped each other... He's just treated me differently, like he became a better person, like he's above me.'
He started to pace around the room, standing in front of their giant window, overlooking the evergreen trees.
'This idea was supposed to include all of us being equal individuals in this team. There was another idea too...'
'What was it?', Jimin asked.
Taehyung stayed silent, trying to ignore the question. His focus shifted to something moving outside before Jimin raised his voice.
'What idea, Taehyung?', Jimin stood up.
'You'd hate us if I told you.', Taehyung said, turning around to face Jimin.
'Just tell me. I hate seeing you bicker with him all the time.'
Taehyung gulped, 'We were supposed to be co-leaders. We decided to be partners and overpower everyone else...'
'What?', Jimin's fists clenched.
'We were going to talk to all of you about it, but then everyone rooted for RM to be the leader. And I was waiting for him to speak up and include me, but he never.'
'So, you two were going to use us?'
'No, that was never our intention. We were such good friends... We just always liked the power and wanted to share it... But all of that's disappeared now. We're all equal, except Namjoon. I've despised the fact that ever since then, Namjoon has acted like our agreement never existed and that I was below him.'
'That's why you've been acting indifferent to him?, Jimin felt sceptical of the two Kim's now.
'No. It's because I think he's going to try to outsmart us all. I think he's going to take all our money and leave us. I don't know-'
'What are you saying, Taehyung? This is Namjoon we're talking about! He cares about all of us, he's a good man!'
'You know how ingenious he is! Aren't you doubting this whole thing?', Taehyung said.
'Duck.', Jimin said.
'What?', Taehyung threw his hands out, preparing to block himself from Jimin.
Jimin seemed like he was concentrating really hard. He lifted his head up to look at Taehyung with a frightened expression on his face.
'Quick, move away from the window!', Namjoon breathlessly said, barging into the room with flailing arms.
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Harvey's
Jungkook head dangled low, the pencil in his hand tightly held between his fingers. Two men lifted him off his seat, supporting him as he was too drunk to stand.
'He is making this so easy for us. Boss will be happy.', the goon on the right said.
'Maybe we should just drag him to the boss, he can tell us where the other's are.', the goon onto Jungkook's left chuckled.
The main thug with the scarred cheek stood in front of Jungkook, examining him.
'Net. We will get rid of him outside, the others have already been taken care of.'
Scarface held Jungkook's chin between his chubby fingers shaking it before letting his head drop again. The grip on the pencil in Jungkook's hand tightened.
'I'm waiting in the car. Kill him quickly.'
Jungkook waited until he heard the bell of the door, indicating that it was shut.
'Firstly,', Jungkook turned to the man on the left, throwing his fist into his face with full force, 'I'm not drunk.'
The goon fell back onto the bar.
'I'm just,', Jungkook turned to the other man, shoving the sharp ended pencil into his cheek before pulling it out, a gush of blood following it, 'A great actor.'
The man simply stared at Jungkook, screaming with his hand covering the huge hole in his cheek.
Jungkook smirked down at him. But it wasn't long till he was pulled back and thrown against the bar himself. He rolled away from a punch that struck the wooden bar, leaving a gaping hole in it.
Jungkook was then held by his waist as the other goon came to attack him. Stabbing the hand that was trapping him, Jungkook turned the thug around, pushing his face sideways onto the bar. Keeping a tight hold on his neck, he raised his pencil into the air before sticking the pencil into his ear. A fleshy sound escaped as he dug the graphite stick further into the dead man's cochlea.
'HEY,', Jungkook thought, 'I have my knife too.',
Transferring the carving knife from his ankle into his hand, he tossed it at the goon who was coming forth with a wine bottle in his hand.
Due to the alcohol impairing his sensory-motor coordination, the knife simply grazed the big man's arm. The two simply stared at each other.
'Aw, come on.', Jungkook whined.
The thug glared at Jungkook, letting out a barbaric screech he ran to Jungkook, slamming the bottle into his skull.
Falling, Jungkook lay on the ground, motionless, eyes closed. His chest stopped moving up and down.