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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The following months were quite busy. The Crimson Mafia were good at hiding, but not well enough that Hoseok could not find them. He spent many nights watching the place from the top of the roof of a building. The group brought memories back from his past, something he didn't want to remember.
During the day, he continued to teach his dance classes and meet up with Seokjin if time allowed. He didn't expect to start falling for the mafia leader along the way. The elder one was someone he didn't expect. Yes. He could be cruel. Hoseok will admit that. At the same time, he could be sweet and caring. He paid attention to every little detail. His smile was something else, making the dancer feel warm inside. The older one really brought out the best in the assassin.
Seokjin made him happy.
Presently, he was getting ready for another night out with the mafia leader. He steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His phone starts to ring, making him wonder who would be calling. He picks up the device, answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hoseok hyung! Finally you answered," Jimin exclaims on the other end, out of breath.
"Sorry. I was taking a shower. What's up? Why are you out of breath?"
" A situation came up and I was needed for another.... Uh job..."
The elder pinches the bridge of his nose, knowing the younger is speaking about a mission. "Jimin-ah..."
He lets out a breath, "I know you work for that mafia, for Bangtan."
"What?! How?!" The boy lets out a grunt. "Shit. I'll have to call you back."
Dread.
He curses, quickly pulling on a pair of boxers and grabs a pair of jeans to pull on. As he grabs a shirt, he calls Seokjin. He leaves the phone on speaker, finishing the task of getting ready.
"Seok? What is it? You rarely call me."
He grabs his gun holster, pulling it on and crouches down to press a button that slides open a secret compartment in his dresser. He loads each pistol, sliding them into the holster. "It's Jimin. He called me and sounded like he's in trouble. Before you try to cover anything, I know who you are and what he does. I'll have to cancel our plans for the night."
He grabs some extra ammo to slide into the bag he carries with him. He picks his phone up, heading for the door and sliding his boots on.
"Hoseok-ah-"
"No, Seokjin. Don't try to stop me."
He hangs up, putting his phone into his back pocket and grabbing his helmet and mask. Hoseok is smart, no doubt about it. So as he climbs onto his bike and starts it up, he taps the side of his helmet. It lights up, a full functioning screen.
