Dog Days Are Over ◆ JeonJungkook /ON HOLD/

11 - Unconditional

Being stuck in the same musty old room with five other men for a week straight wasn't something Kim Botan had envisioned when he joined Kwon Jiyong's improvised, post-apocalyptic "empire".

Especially not in a time where showering was a rather rare occurrence.

The yellow stained clerestory windows let barely any light inside, tons and tons of stolen designer clothes piling up everywhere, making it hard to even walk from one end of the room to another. Botan had told them that raiding fashion stores was stupid and unnecessary but no these fucking kleptomaniacs needed to get their greasy fingers on every valuable item they could find.

And now- well, now he was fucking stuck with these idiot bastards. That was until they got their next command from Jiyong, who'd been dead silent the past days.

"Is Ueda back yet?" Botan rasped into the room, four out of five men looking at him annoyed - they knew as much as he did, which was pretty much nothing. The missing fifth guy had gone out to look for Ueda, acting against Jiyong's last command, which was to remain here and wait until he gave them the okay to kill Jeon's little partner - who was probably having the time of her life uphill right now, unaware of the stinky old men waiting for the command to assassinate her.

Ueda was the guy in charge of delivering Jiyong's messages, since shit like phones weren't a thing anymore. Him having gone missing was the entire reason for their miserable situation of being locked up in here - hence why one of them had decided to go looking for him.

A tired huff escaped Botan's lips, lazy hands reaching out to grab one of the few remaining soda cans from the single table they owned. The water was warm, as per usual, and he had trouble forcing the liquid down.

It took ten more minutes (or more - none of them possessed a watch) for their missing member to return, stained metal door swinging open dramatically.

Botan dropped his half empty soda can when his eyes met Ueda - or what was left of him anyways. His colleague had brought in a bleeding corpse with a deep cut in its middle, body barely holding together through a bit of meat and skin. A year ago, he would've probably thrown up at the sight.

"He fucking did it." The guy who had carried Ueda in spat, throwing the corpse at their feet with a sneer, "We don't know what's the situation with Jiyong. We're all by ourselves now."

A grim expression wormed itself on the other men's faces. They all where thinking the same - this was a strategic blow to dismantle the tiny fraction that was left of the Tanakas' empire. A calculated offense from one of the most capable killers of their time, Jeon Jungkook.

"We don't have a choice." Botan cleared his throat, "We'll go up and kill that girl - s' the only thing we can do right now."

The others nodded, "Jiyong would do the same."

They'd make short work of it - kill the girl and then get the fuck away from here. Away from Jeon and his manic blade.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jimin was fighting back tears, you could clearly tell. You too felt like crying but couldn't let it show - it was your fault his sanctuary was being invaded after all. Or, technically it was Jungkook's, but oh well.

They had come in the night - six men equipped with knives and guns. The only reason for why they hadn't found you right away was that Jimin and you weren't sleeping in the main hall - for emergencies like that, as you realized now.

You were pretty sure one of them had spotted you, when they had entered the shrine, way too brutish and loud for them to be actual, experienced killers.