coffeehouse DISCONTINUED + UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!

quarante-neuf

today was the day. when seokjin called namjoon and told him that chanyeol would not leave coffeehouse and he was constantly harassing him he knew, today was the day to get rid of chanyeol. he wouldn't tell seokjin what he was doing simply because he knew how sensitive seokjin was about the topic of killing people. he vividly remembers seokjin asking him what he did that day just to cut him off mid-sentence simply because namjoon said the word kill.

seokjin was currently at his house, namjoon not allowing the male to leave for anything whatsoever. seokjin didn't mind though, he was tired so when the male left he was fast asleep in namjoon's bed, holding tightly on a stuffed alpaca. it wasn't too late in the night, early enough for people to still be out having fun.

namjoon drove towards the warehouse where yoongi and jackson already stood waiting patiently. they were loading guns already getting the memo from namjoon on what they were about to do. namjoon had one of his women track him down and keep him with her.

she danced in the club grinding on chanyeol, feeling his hands wrapped around her waist. she smiled knowing she had this man wrapped around her finger and all she had to do was smile at him.

chungha, alias siren, was notorious for being able draw men and women in just with her looks. namjoon likes to think he scored big with her, all she had to do was bring people in and that was it. none of the dirty work got pinned on her and she loved it. it filled her need for attention from both men and women and on top of that she got big money by doing it.

"you wanna come back to my place?" chungha asked, voice low and inviting. she looked the taller male in his eyes, her own eyes dark and cunning. it was like chanyeol was possessed, he nodded softly, bottom lip in between his teeth as he followed the woman out of the crowded club. chungha let out a small breath leaving the sex and sweat scented place.

her hips swayed as she walked towards her car. the second they got to the car chanyeol grabbed her by her hips and pushed her into the car. he was a little rough much to her dismay but nothing she couldn't handle. he kissed her passionately hands traveling all over her body. she pulled away and stared the man deeply in his eyes.

"let's go." she said quietly before opening the door for the man. they got into the car and she started it up pulling out the parking lot to make her way to the warehouse where the trio waited at.

chanyeol placed his hand on chungha's exposed thigh, caressing it as she drove. she smiled towards him, other hand reaching for the pistol she kept tucked in the door of the car. she switched hands while driving and pointed the gun towards the man. chanyeol jumped back staring at the gun in her hands.

"what's wrong baby, why'd you stop?" chungha purred  towards the fear stricken man. he stared at the pistol before looking down at the woman's thigh he was just caressing. rose and a clock tattoo. he was in trouble. he was in so much trouble, he knew it was a bad idea to join the mafia. now his life was on the line all because he was so blinded by this woman. he slowly moved his hand trying to reach for his phone that was supposed to be in his pocket.

"looking for your phone aren't you. i've been doing this longer than you sweetie. did you really think i'd allow you to keep that thing with you." chungha said, a huge, psychotic smile stretched across her lips as she rolled down the window and threw the already powered off phone out the window and into the road.

by now chanyeol was fueled with anger and fear. he was about lunge over to the other side of the car to grab on the wheel but he felt something cold on the back of his head. his blood ran cold when he realized what it was.

"i'd power down if i were you." a males voice was heard. he froze in his seat, not moving a single muscle. he had two guns aimed at him. chungha looked in the mirror to peep into the backseat. taehyun sat calmly, gun pointed towards the male. he had a smile stretched across his face. a small part of him wanted to shoot the man himself. simply because he touched chungha, he hated when other touched her. he knew that technically, she wasn't his girlfriend but he'd like to think that she was. that's why it was always him to trail behind her when she'd go out on these jobs.