𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷

"Do it."

You pull the trigger, watching the man fall to the ground. "The next one won't be so quick," Mr. Min says, handing the pipe to you. You holster your pistol, taking the pipe in its place while the gagged man cries desperately, his words muffled by the cloth in his mouth.

"We're in a warehouse sir, did you want to hear his screams?" you ask, turning to Yoongi. 

"This man is directly responsible for the death of one of my most trusted sources, so yes, please, let's hear him scream." You smirk, taking out the gag as quickly as possible so he doesn't try to bite you.

He gives Yoongi a death glare. "They'll fucking kill you for this! I'm one of the most respected members of the Jeon family!" 

"The Jeon family has been hunting my dearest spy for a long time now, I think we can handle ourselves," Mr. Min says, motioning to you.

The kneeling man trembles as you approach. "Sir, should we take his fingers too? If I'm remembering correctly he beat Mr. Lee to death, correct?" Yoongi nods. "He needed his fingers to do that. Wait, even better, why not take both his hands?" 

"This is why you're my favorite assassin," Yoongi says with a chuckle.

He snaps his fingers, and the two guards around him move, grabbing a black briefcase as you get to work. You hit the kneeling man everywhere. The stomach, jaw, thigh, chest. Everywhere visible to you. You even manage to spread his legs enough to get a ball shot in there. This can't be an easy death. He deserves it for killing such a valuable asset to your operation.

"Here's the new set you ordered, sir," one of the guards says, handing a sharp blade to Yoongi. He chuckles, taking it and walking over to the kneeling man. His hands are restrained in front of him, so Yoongi will have to cut right under the rope. 

"I'll hold him down," you say, kneeling behind the man and grabbing his shoulders.

He instantly gets to work, cutting the man's skin as he screams for him to stop. You kept him still, the man squirming and begging, but Yoongi never stops, not caring about the amount of blood oozing everywhere. Yoongi keeps a cold face as he does it, not stopping until one hand is gone. "Don't bother with a tourniquet, we'll be done here soon," Yoongi says to the two guards behind him.

Before anyone can move any further, a door breaking down makes everyone jump. Yoongi gives you a look, and you nod. The two of you stand, you shooting the man in the back of the head as quickly as possible. "Run Y/n!" Yoongi shouts, springing his pistol free. 

"What? What about you? I'm your best fighter-" 

"I don't care, just run and get to safety! Get to Jimin!"

The fact that he said Jimin's name astonishes you, but you don't bother waiting. You rush away, sprinting down the familiar pathways and getting to the backdoor rather quickly. You kick it down, pulling your knife free and predicting the two men that are waiting for you.

They charge but you shoot the one on the left once, dodging the next man's attacks and throwing your knife into his skull. They both fall over, dead. You pull your knife free, panting and blowing a strand of hair out of your face. As much as you'd love to just run to Jimin's... no, your shared penthouse, you know you have to find something out for sure.

With a shaky hand, you grab one of the dead man's hands, bringing it onto your lap as gunshots fill the air. Whoever is fighting Yoongi and his two guards are hard at work. You just hope Mr. Min's okay. You've grown to care for him, especially considering how much he's done for you. Kindness isn't something you'd expect from the mafia, let alone a cruel leader like Mr. Min, but he gives you kindness despite his cold nature.

You look at the ring on the man's hand, pulling it off his ring finger and holding it up. J... a J. On the back there's another letter. H. Your eyes widen. Those are the initials for Mr. Jung's mafia. No... no, Mr. Jung is in league with Mr. Jeon? You knew they weren't exactly enemies, but you didn't think they were friends either.

You drop the ring, shaking rapidly as you place your hands on your head. No, this can't be happening. You have assassins from not one but two factions coming after you. Because of that, Jimin's in danger. What if he's in danger right now? If they found this warehouse, they could easily find the penthouse.

Without a second thought you stand, rushing away while grabbing your phone and dialing his number. He doesn't pick up. "Come on come on," you mutter as you sprint through down the dirt path, getting to the main road. The warehouse is the only thing for miles, so you'll be running a while. It rings again: still nothing. "God dammit, come on Jimin!" you yell, calling one last time. 

After three rings, it picks up. "Disturbing me in the middle of jerking off? Come on babe-" 

"Where are you?" you interrupt. 

"Penthouse, why? Everything okay?" 

"Lock the doors, lock the windows, get to the safe room and bring a weapon now!" 

"What's going on?" 

"Dammit Jimin, please!" 

"Okay, hang on."

You keep running, your adrenaline too high for you to care. To your surprise, there's a scrapyard up ahead, probably locked down due to the night time, but if you can find an even halfway working car, you can drive it into the city and run from there. Easy. Come on...

"Jimin? Status?" There's silence. "Jimin?" Then, a loud bang is heard, you yelping at the sound even though you're not in the same room. 

"I have to call you back," he whispers. 

"What? Jimin what-" 

"I'm sorry baby girl, please stay safe. Don't come home until I call you." 

"Jimin..." 

He lets out a breath. "Someone's here. Someone's in the penthouse..."