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After ordering the food, Hoseok doesn't ask for anything to eat. He doesn't sit down with us either. He stands and watches over us, even when our plates are brought out.

Jungkook doesn't pay him any attention, eating his fries as any normal person would, minus the being high part.

"You're not going to eat?" I glance up at Hoseok, sipping my drink.

"I ate earlier," he doesn't look at me but still answers the question.

I pull out the seat to my left, patting the cushion. "Then you can at least sit down with us," I add.

"Thank you, but my legs work fine." Hoseok continues to survey the room, eyeing anyone that could be a possible threat.

"You might as well hang it up. Hoseok doesn't slack off." Jungkook says between bites of his burger, enjoying the food like it's the most delicious burger in this world. "He's always been like this."

I lightly spin the straw in my drink, glancing down at the liquid, and thinking to myself.

This Hoseok guy is too on edge. Namjoon had bodyguards too, and they were never as careful as this one. They would constantly drink and have fun, but they would always be there for Namjoon when he needed them. They would drink but would never get drunk, they would gamble and almost win, but if Namjoon called for them, they'd drop everything.

His men were loyal but also human. This guy doesn't act anything like them. He only seems to relax when it's only us around, so I figure he'll be like this everywhere in public.

"Alright, I'm going to the ladies' room then." I stand from the chair. Hoseok lets me go willingly, and I'm thankful he's not one of those who would follow me around wherever I go.

When I walk past the bar on the way to the restroom, I swipe a nearby cell phone off the countertop while the man has his eyes turned upward to some sports game on the small television.

I continue making my way to the bathroom, and once inside, I go into the last stall and lock the door behind me.

The phone doesn't have a passcode, so I slide across without any trouble. I type in my partner's number and wait for an answer.

"Took you long enough," he says out of breath. Bullets are fired in the background of the call.

There's yelling, rounds of bullets, and crashing sounds with each passing second.

"Sounds like you're busy, so I'll make this fast. The boss said for me to get some information from you." I keep my voice low. There are noises of all kinds erupting on the other end. He'll be fine. He can handle anything.

"Yeah, about our upcoming targets. Give me a second while I take care of these assholes." He huffs over the line. A few more bullets fire in close range to the phone.

I wait patiently until he's done. I wait until the noise dies down before speaking.

"Are you alone now?" I joke, already knowing the job is done.

"Yeah, just setting the scene up for the cops." He says in the distance. He's on speaker.

He's making the murder scene look like the men turned on each other, which would be easy knowing their backgrounds. We do this occasionally when there's more than one target present. It makes it easier to stage, and it's believable.