Give Me One Good Reason (prev: 13 Reasons) (HIATUS)

(31) Voila! You're Dead [part 1]

It's my birthday today (39) so you  an all have a happy birthday chapter!
Love you beautifuls, have a great day.

PREVIOUSLY: "We won't say a word about what? You have our word that we know nothing, and of course we have our work kits - when do we not have at least one with us? Dude, we'll talk shit later we've had a fucking long drive here and a long couple week behind us." Yoongi nodded in understanding and bade them both goodnight. Collecting a sleeping Mitzuki in his arms with one arm around his back and the other under his knees, he quietly carried the brunette back upstairs to the room they were sharing. Nie Namjun and Seokjin stumbled their way back to the room they'd claimed for the week and they collectively crashed out on their beds.   

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Early Afternoon / Same Day
Nie Namjun's P.O.V.

The sunshine caressed my face while the chill of the room made me want to burrow back into the warmth of the bed. I knew there were things Seokjin and I needed to discuss with Yoongi and Mitzuki today, but right now I just wanted to forget about it and spend some quality time with my husband. I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table and squinted to see the time as the screen lit up. We'd only had about six or seven hours sleep. I cursed since I really didn't want to move.

Feeling the body move behind me I tried snuggling deeper but it shifted away only to turn over and embrace me. A warm arm snaked around my waist and rested a hand on my stomach, lips gently touching my exposed shoulder blade and creating goosebumps with the tickling of his face before he shaved this morning. Rocking my hips back into my husbands groin I heard his groggy moan and his length hardening with my wriggling ass pressing against it. Jin's hand moved from my stomach to under the elastic of my boxers and the heat of his hand as he wrapped his large hand around my cock causing electric sensations everywhere he was touching.

"Fuck babe." I breathed out shakily since the hand now cupping my balls, gently squeezed them resulting in me arching my hips back into him. I feel the air he blows on the back of my neck before he kisses the sensitive area on my neck, and hear drawn out moans before realizing they're mine, a blush still flares on my cheeks as I rub myself against my husband encouraging him to go further and hoped that this wouldn't end with only teasing.

Kim Mitzuki slammed into the room screaming that sugar is going to kill him before he dived behind the bed to hide. 'Suga, not sugar,' I snickered aloud, turning to face the man next to me who had a shit-eating grin on his face and a raised eyebrow. I nodded to him and he caressed my cheek, placing a kiss on the spot his hand had warmed the moment before. I'm sure the grin on my face matched his as our thoughts aligned.

"HE'S IN HERE!" We both yelled as loud as we could.

"NO I'M NOT!!" Mitzuki yelled from his hiding spot half under the bed. Laughter and chaos ensued as one very upset Min Yoongi came barreling through the door yelling obscenities. Turns out Mitzuki had gotten bored and coloured in a thick streak of his mint green hair black with a permanent marker while my cousin was sleeping.

"YOU LITTLE MITHERFUCKER! I'LL GET YOU, YOU PUNK-ASS BITCH!!" He pounced on Mitzuki and tickled him, the laughter and screams of happiness were a refreshing sound for Yoongi to hear and for us to know that my cousin was okay for now. The gummy smile on his face while he was messing around with the brunette under him showed me that he was better than he's been in a long while.

Once we were all up and had steaming coffee in our hands (except Mitzuki who had some funky purple tea with flowers in it) we sat around the kitchen table and spoke about everything that'd been happening in the last year for each of us. Seokjin and I were especially horrified to know Kaard BamBam had been executed by Mitzuki's possessive ex-fiancé when it was discovered he had been the one to allow the young man in front of us to escape the hell he'd been living. We could both see that he was exceptional model material even without makeup and it would take a lot of work to make him look extra special for the photographs Min Suga wanted us to take of him. I considered the aesthetics of the area we were currently in and everything about Mitzuki that we'd need to change and work with.

"What are you looking at me like that for? You look like you wanna eat me or something," Mitzuki asked with a small frown on his face.

"Like what?" Seokjin replied to him, glancing at me before realizing and answering Mitzuki's question for me.

"Ah. He's assessing you for the photo shoot Yoongi has asked us to do for you both. Your quality model like looks will be a little harder than we thought originally to work with, since you're quite healthy and filled out, but I'm sure we can make you up believably. Oh! How are your acting skills? We may have to get Suga to actually hit you once or twice for the video, but if your acting is as good as your face, we ought to be able to kill you off perfectly. Of course we still need to get our lights and sheets and kits out from the car but you'll make a fine model. Oh, for the second video you'll have to stop breathing while we bury you, and -"

I figured that my cousin hadn't told the poor guy any of this since when Seokjin said we'd kill him off perfectly the colour drained out of his face and his grip on the mug tightened so much I believed it could shatter in his hold. I interrupted Seokjin with a subtle but firm squeeze on his thigh, he stopped speaking for a moment and looked at me quizzically.

"I don't think Yoongi has explained what we do, or his plan to the frightened cub here, love. You've terrified Mitzuki," I glared at the man in question before rubbing a hand over my face to try and hide the sigh (which I failed to do).

"I'm sorry man let's start over. Kim Mitzuki, I am Nie Namjun and this is my husband Nie Seokjin. We specialize in the art of making people disappear. We are hired assassins or mechaniks like your Min Suga here. Our Company is called Táobì Hépíng and in exchange for payment we take special photographs in which you are dead. When we aren't actually killing people we provide complete documentation which allows you to start a new life because others believe you are deceased due to our excellent work.

"We want you to understand that the you that you were until today is dead, and the new you will be a completely different person. Seokjin and I were asked last nightby Yoon if we had our kits with us. This refers to our special makeup kits that have everything in them to make you look dead for all intensive purposes. Yes we will 'kill' you but only in the photographic sense, because we know you and would never do that to family - and you will be required to be able to hold your breath for a few minutes while we shoot a short video of you being buried. Do you understand now that we won't be killing you for real?"

Kim Mitzuki nodded slowly, absorbing the information, he seemed to have some of the tension ease as his tanned hands were no longer in a death-grip around the mug. He let out a shaky breath and leaned into Yoongi, trembling and shivering badly. Yoongi wrapped his arms around the brunette I'm positive we'd just scared half to death before my explanation - since my idiot cousin hadn't bothered to explain anything to him before Seokjin blurted everything out to Mitzuki.

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Chinese meaning:

Táobì hépíng - escape to peace

Wàng Jī - free of worldly concerns, above the fray, at peace with the world

Lǚdiàn - inn, hotel

Liánhuā Hú - Lotus Lakes

Qīpiàn- Deceit or cheat (in this case they lived in Deceit City)