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9: triads

Yoongi woke up from the soft buzzing of his phone next to his head. Sleep-drunk he tried to blink against the brightness of the screen and find out who was trying to reach him in the middle of the night. It was V.

With a sigh he took the phone and stood up as quietly as possible, trying not to wake Jimin and slipped into the bathroom. "Yes," he answered then.

"Jimin's a cop," was his greeting. Every singly muscle in Yoongi's body tensed. "Didn't find him first because he's of the lowest rank in his department, but the car's listed under the Organized Crime Division. Jimin's one of their baby cops."

"Send the Undertakers," was all Yoongi had to say to that. Jimin would die tonight.

"No, Suga, wait! Please!" V tried to say more, but Yoongi did not care. He had lived undetected for years and now a fucking rookie had blown his cover. A damn idiot like Park Jimin.

He was clever, Yoongi had to give him credit for that. Playing cute and dumb, so that Yoongi would let down his guard. Brilliant, really. Angry at himself and at V for not being meticulous enough, he grabbed a short knife from the kitchenette and walked over to the bed where he straddled the sleeping man and put the blade to his throat. It would be bloody, but he would have to leave this apartment behind anyway.

Jimin stirred and smacked his lips like a little kid.

And suddenly Yoongi remembered that the cop had been a virgin before tonight and how scared he had looked all the way to his flat and until the gummy bear cock rings had broken the tension. Had the police made a baby cop sleep with the target just to get on his trail, had Jimin given his virginity to him just so that he could present progress? The thought was sickening. Had Jimin even wanted to sleep with him? Probably not, and how was this better than rape? Yoongi felt like vomiting.

Something else came to his mind. Jimin's cop friends knew where he was right now and that would make Yoongi the prime suspect even if the body was gone. He had to be smart about this or not only the police but also the organization would be after his ass in no time. But what was he supposed to do? Outsmart Jimin for the rest of his life? Make the cop one of them? Yoongi highly doubted that either was possible.

His apartment door made a noise.

Acting on reflex, he put a hand over Jimin's mouth and shook the cop. Tired eyes widened in shock when the man saw the blade in his hand, but Yoongi did not care. "Quiet. Move," he ordered in a whisper and let go of the other's mouth in order to grab his arm and pull him out of bed and to the kitchenette where he shoved him into the cupboard under the sink. "Stay," he hissed before he closed the door, took a second knife, and walked over to the blind spot of the living room door.

No thief would come up this high to break into someone's apartment. And from the sound of shuffling, this was not just one man. Yoongi had a bad inkling.

"Clear," he heard a quiet Chinese whisper and his heartrate picked up. He grabbed the knifes tighter and forced his breathing down.

The door opened and about four pairs of feet moved. A shoulder emerged from behind the door, half a back, the full back, Yoongi stroke. He sliced the man's neck and threw his full weight at the door to push at least half of the group back into the hallway. Voices erupted and one of them who had already walked into the direction of the kitchenette turned and lunged at him with a knife of his own. Yoongi blocked the arm by slicing the wrist and pushed his other blade into the man's throat. A fine spray of blood hit his face, then the guy fell like the first one.

The third one tried to slice at him blindly with the arm he had squeezed through the gap in the door, so Yoongi smashed his wrist against the wall to make him drop the weapon and then pushed his own hand through the gap and plunged his kitchen knife into flesh. He did not know what he had hit, but he heard a scream and the arm became limp. Then the door was pushed open. Yoongi was no longer able to hold it.