Together | BTS Mafia AU ✔

eight

"Big BROTHERRRR!!" Lisa exclaimed inside the interrogation room. She entered the metallic smelling room just in time to see Yoongi strike a punch at the badly beaten up male strapped to the chair. This did not faze her.

"You already annoyed me today, go away." Yoongi grumbled, wiping his bloody hands with a towel beside him on the trolley, even though it's gonna get dirty again.

"But I always annoy you during the day, it's my time to annoy you during interrogation."

"Your sister... is as smart... as a pack.. of cigarettes." The male in the chair choked out, blood oozing out of his nose and ran down the side of his mouth.

"That might have been the smartest thing you have ever said in your entire pathetic life." Yoongi responded, smirking at his sister.

"Buttholes." Lisa mumbled to herself. "Anywaaay, I have some news you probably want to hear!"

"That you are leaving me the hell alone?"

"Nope, I still have a few minutes. We might be getting new mem-"

"No."

"You didn't even let me-"

"I don't have to. My answer is no."

"But Yoongi, this could benefit us! They could help us out during our bounties and spot enemies quicker."

"We don't need no mo help." Yoongi said in a monotone voice.

"You don't know that." Lisa argued, putting her hands on her hips.

"We didn't know about the last damn person and look what happened to us!" He barked back, extending his arms out and then let them fall to his sides with a slap.

"Jessi even said she had weird vibes from her the moment she stepped through the door, it was you that was too blind to realize."

Yoongi turned on his heels and (almost) stomped closer to his sister. "Don't you fucking dare put what happened all on me."

Lisa, was once again not fazed by this. "I'm not, we all have fault here. I'm just trying to tell you don't put past mistakes into the future's hands. They could be different."

"Pfft. Sure, okay."

"Just think about it Yoongi. I'm not saying we should let them in right now. You never know, they might can shape you for the better hmm?" Lisa smiled a bit, Yoongi just stared at her.

"Whatever. Is your time up?"

"Maybe... Has he cough up anything yet?"

Yoongi glanced at the dude but he couldn't tell if he passed out or is just quiet.

"I have to go through the information with Hoseok first before I pass it on to others. Don't worry about it."

"Ah, alrighty. Oh I should probably let you know, Taehyung is standing outside. I think he's waiting for your cue."

Yoongi walked over to where his towel is at and threw it in the laundry basket by the trash can. He then grabbed a clipboard with a piece of paper on that was sitting on the counter and skimmed through his terrible handwriting. "Tell him to come in. I'm done with the fucker."

"Okay!" Lisa skips to the door but she turned her body towards her brother before leaving.

"So you will think about it?"

Yoongi looked up at his little sister and then looked back down at the clipboard.

"No promises."

-border-

The door to the brothers' apartment rang through the walls as Jungkook shimmy his way through the doorway with his briefcase. He sighs, dropping his case on the floor near the coat rack and takes off his jacket. Jimin comes out of his room with a small smile.

"Hey Kook. How was work?"

"Same old same old, except boss was more on edge than usual. He probably wasn't able to get it on last night." Jungkook replied, undoing his tie. Jimin visibly gagged.

"So I guess we are out of a second job." Jungkook pointed out, plopping on the couch with a huff.

"Our jobs already pay really good and we are a month ahead on rent. Did we really need that job to begin with?" Jimin told him doing the same motion as Jungkook.

"I'm pretty sure that bartender job was the reason we are a month ahead on rent."

"Sure."

Jungkook stared at the ceiling. "Sometimes I ask myself why I even work for some stingy boss. Yeah the pay is good but the environment is terrible. I barely even socialize."

"That's life I guess. If you made it this far to where you are now, I guess you not socializing is helping you." Jimin joked. Jungkook smiled.

"During my break today, I have been thinking." Jungkook started, turning his head to his older brother. Jimin turned his head to look back at him. He raised his eyebrows to let him know to continue.

"Maybe we should join the mafia."

Jimin stared at him for a few seconds until he busted out laughing which was clearing fake by how much he was exaggerating.

"Jesus you guys should be comedians."

"I'm being serious Jim."

"Yeah, so was I."

Jungkook glared at him. "You are good with the tech stuff, you don't have to shoot or anything. Just help out with the tech people."

"I am still putting my life on the line. What if someone bomb rush them and shoot everyone in the van while everyone else is on the battlefield?" Jimin ranted, waving his hands in exaggeration.

Jungkook sat up. "That's why people like you always stays indoors and lives alone."

"If I am safe that way then so beat it." The older closes his eyes and rests his hands on his stomach.

"If you haven't realized, you have been putting your life on the line every time you step foot out of the door for work or for groceries."

Jimin leaned his body away from Jungkook, laying his head on the arm rest of the couch. "That's because I have to. They volunteer to do that type of shit."

Jungkook sighed, noticing that this conversation is going nowhere. Jimin can be very stubborn when he wants to be and when his mind is set on something, he never rarely changes it.

"All I am saying is, maybe we should think about it. If you truly don't want to do this, then fine. We can pretend none of this ever happen."

Jimin didn't say anything after a while. Why should they change their lifestyle just because of one fearful event? Though he's never saw a real mafia before, he's heard about them plenty of times in the movies and the stuff they do is gruesome and illegal. He would rather have his brother work for some stuck up boss than for him to risk being shot.

"What do you want to eat?" Jimin asked after a while, getting up from the couch and making his way to the kitchen.

"You gonna think about it?" Jungkook questioned, hope lacing in his voice.

"If you don't tell me what you want, I'm cooking whatever."

"I don't care. I'll eat anything."

"Of course he does." Jimin murmured.

It wouldn't hurt to imagine how his life would be if the two became a member of their group for just a few minutes. Would it?