Sirenic Menace

㉚I'll Always Be Here

 
Yoongi drove towards Mi Sung’s house in the afternoon, with Namjoon tailing him. He had two of their men with him, who were armed, to be safe everything would go according to the plan.

Yoongi turned right into the single road that led to the wanted house and parked his car in the loft, as Namjoon parked close to the said road. They knew from Taehyung that his father usually drove his Mercedes, but they had a photo of all of his cars, just in case.

Both in position, they spent an hour doing nothing but waiting. They communicated through a call, and Yoongi often texted back to Jungkook, who was asking every two minutes if they had news.

“Jeon Jungkook is so annoying,” Yoongi muttered as he jabbed his finger into the screen, sending him another text that said they had nothing yet.

Namjoon snorted, eyes scanning the passing cars. “He’s just nervous. And it’s almost eight now, so he can appear at any moment,” he pointed out.

“Keep your eyes open.”

“Always.”

Namjoon maintained his vigilance steady, his stance poised, one hand holding the wheel. His gaze flitted along with the endless cars that drove past him, on the verge of dizzying him.

Soon, his brows squeezed together as he caught a car slowing down with its right blinker flickering. “He’s here. Be ready.” He cranked the engine and sped away, then veered into the road just seconds after him.

Yoongi, with the engine on, kept his eyes locked on the road until Mi Sung’s car popped up. A roaring noise sounded from his car as he backed up instantly to block Mi Sung’s way.

Tires screeched against the asphalt as both Mi Sung and Namjoon hit the brakes. Mi Sung, specifically, produced a gasp when his seatbelt dug into his torso as he didn’t expect the sudden halt.

His frantic eyes darted all around and his breath quickened at the sight of two masked men rushing towards him. He sank back into his seat, unconsciously wishing he could magic away from there somehow. He flinched as the door was yanked open, and he threw his hands in the air the moment he realized a gun was pointed at him.

“Get out.”

Mi Sung remained frozen stiff, panting. Although he was associated with the underworld, he had never used his gun and never had someone pointing a gun at him, either. “What—What is going on?”

“Get. Out.”

With his chin tucked into his chest, Mi Sung coerced his body into moving from its overwhelming fright. He got out of the car at a glacial pace and stood still, shivering. He felt a ruthless grip on his wrist that forced his hand down, and he was found squashed against his car a second later. “What are you doing? Why—”

“Shut up,” the other guy growled as he tied his hands with a zip tie. He slipped a black, cottony sack over his head and hauled him towards Yoongi’s car.

“No! Let me go! Let me—” The feel of the gun’s barrel pressing against the side of his head strangled his distressed cries.

“If you make another sound, you’re dead.”

The other man dragged him forward and shoved him into the backseat. He got inside as well, as the other sat in the passenger seat.

Namjoon drove Mi Sung’s car further into the loft to hide it and returned to his seat with a scurry. “Good?”

“Yeah. Ma Shin-ah, hold him down.”

Ma Shin snatched his nape and pushed him into the seat, as Namjoon and Yoongi maneuvered their cars into the main road.