Kim Seokjin. Head of one of the scariest mafia groups in Seoul. Also the best, getting rid of the evil. Every small mafia group and gang fears him.
Jung Hoseok. An infamous assassin who is good at his job. During the day, he's an ordinary dance tea...
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Hoseok pants heavily, having just finished a new dance to show the kids later in the week. His friend sits down beside him, opening a water bottle and handing it to him.
"That was an impressive choreo. You sure the kids will be able to keep up?"
He takes the water bottle, taking a drink and calming his breath.
"Stop underestimating the kids, Jiminie," he smiles, nudging the boy in the side. "You haven't been here in a few days. What's up?"
The younger seems to hesitate, picking up his own water bottle. "I had to deal with some things at home."
Hoseok eyes the boy for a moment, but doesn't question it. He grabs his towel, wiping the sweat from his neck and body. "Okay, I guess. I think I'll head home for the day." He picks his bag up. "Be careful getting home, Jimin."
"You too, hyung."
Jin slides the papers back into a file folder, putting it away on the shelf. He had heard word about the infamous assassin running the roads, taking out the bad. Half the time, before he could deal with them.
He sighs, heading out of his office and down the hall.
He sees Namjoon heading his way, a pensive look on his face. "Everything okay, Joon-ah?"
"There's been another killing," he hands over an iPad to the leader. "It seems to be by the same people, leaving behind their signature mark." Seokjin hums, telling him to continue.
"There's no leads on the killer yet. Looks like these people might have worked for them and they did something wrong."
Seokjin swipes through the pictures, looking at each of them. "Have Yoongi look up the victims profiles. See if you can find any information."
Namjoon nods, taking back the iPad as it's handed to him. "Make sure you are getting some rest too, Joon."
That was the different between seokjin and every other mafia in Seoul. He dealt with the bad, ending their careers. He could even be scary when needed to be. But, he cared about every single person who worked for him. If you didn't give him a reason to piss him off, he didn't have a reason to be mad. He had select few people in his close group that he liked to keep tabs on, making sure they weren't overworking themselves.
Namjoon and Yoongi were two of the worse when it came down to it. They refused to rest most of the time, causing issues. He had to make sure they didn't go overboard.
"We will, hyung. You do the same." He gives the older a small smile before walking off to find Yoongi.
Jin walks into his bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the door behind him. He grabs some pajamas for the night, going to slide into the bathroom to shower. He's interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door.
He sighs, putting the night clothes onto the bathroom counter.
He opens the door, being met with one of the youngest. "Jungkook? What is it?" The boy looks a bit worried. "J-Hope has hit again."
Seokjin's grip tightens a little on the door and follows the boy out of the room.
