Wild For You

19. Beautiful Soul

"So let me get this straight. The reason you boneheads decided to hold up a coffee shop in broad daylight was because you wanted to impress our boss."

The man who was a sticky mess now because of the coffee Taehyung had thrown on him vigorously nodded his head at the statement whilst his partner - mister brooding biker - scowled at the ground. The brooding biker had to look up though when he felt the muzzle of a gun being placed under his chin, lifting it so he locked eyes with the smirking man in front of him; a red eyed wolf tattoo displayed prominently on the man's muscular right forearm.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," said the man. "That sort of thing isn't impressive to our boss. That's messy. Our boss hates messy."

"We promise we will be more careful next time!" spluttered the coffee-soaked buffoon.

"We have a way to make it up to our boss," muttered the brooding biker finally, capturing the attention of the man in front of him.

"And how do you propose doing that? Holding up another coffee shop and needing to be bailed out?"

"There's a tiger roaming the streets right now," started the brooding biker.

"Yes. It's all over the news. So what?"

"What if I was to tell you that tiger can also turn into a man?"

A gleam of intrigue flickered in the man's eyes as he looked at the brooding biker before him, looking over the wounds he still sported from the tiger attack.

"I don't believe you," said the man.

"Well good," said the brooding biker.

"Good?"

"Yes. That just means I can have the glory and you can't."

The smirk toyed on the man's lips again as he undid the safety on the gun, pointing it right at the center of the brooding biker's forehead.

"That would be true if it wasn't for the fact that I still have a mess to clean up."

The brooding biker realized too late what the man meant; a shot firing and causing his body to splay backwards in a pool of his own blood. His coffee covered partner left life seconds behind him; another shot ringing out to kill him.

"What was that noise?! Don't tell me..."

A man with spiked honey blonde hair rushed into the abandoned warehouse, frowning at the sight of the two dead men before him.

"Jungkook, what did you do?" asked the spiky haired newcomer, watching Jungkook take care of his gun as he stood up.

"I was cleaning up the mess, Hobi. Duh."

"Are you sure about that? It looks like you just made a bigger one," argued Hobi as Jungkook looked over his way with a scowl.

"Don't argue with Jungkook, Hobi," said a man with silver colored hair as he entered the warehouse. "Otherwise, you might join this..."

"Don't say mess," growled Jungkook, kicking at the limp leg of one of the men as he walked over to the two of them. "Jimin, clean this up."

"Why me?" squeaked Jimin as he watched Jungkook walk past them to where the motorcycles were.

"Because Hobi will get sick again if he has to do it by himself and I have somewhere to be. Duh."

'Duh' was something that Jimin was used to hearing from the younger. Jimin sometimes fantasized what the roles would be if Jungkook weren't the boss' favorite. Jimin watched as Jungkook sped off his motorcycle out into the rain, leaving him and Hobi behind. As Jimin turned back to look at the mess they had to clean up, he noticed that Hobi was already in a corner throwing up all over the floor.