Bloodthirsty

°Christopher's Night Mission°

° It was that specific hour of meeting time. The gang members had slowly started to arrive through the slim corridors. One by one, they quietly sat down on their chairs, making sure not to cause much havoc during their arrival. °

°The entire gang of 100 members sat still at the long, wooden table waiting patiently for the sudden appearance of their boss. In that moment, the bolted up door on the opposite side immediately swung open revealing the figure everyone was expecting soon. Christopher (Or byname Chan) grasped the edges of his chair and pulled it back towards him with a small huff releasing from his lips. He rotated himself onto his seat, his eyes widening in surprise at the box of cigarettes laying on his table. °

°He was quite a heavy smoker and would often steal packets of cigarettes from local convenience stores around his headquarters. So, his mood was slightly calmer then how it was when he entered the hall as someone had remembered his addiction. With another harsh sigh, he lit his cigarette with the mini lighter in his pocket, letting every bit of smoke escape his mouth before speaking. °

°"Which one of you fuck heads, decided to make a money deal with another gang?!" Chan screamed down the hall visibly pissed off and worried about his savings possibly having to be sold. "Huh?! I didn't say silence was a fucking option. How useless can you all be?" He grabbed the skin on his forehead and scrunched it in rage before lashing out one last time. °

°"Well, because of one person's, or a group of you, I'm going to have to go and agree with every single gang. Because, I'm not wasting my fucking ten-thousand dollars on some lame bet. Do you all understand me?!" He stood there with an expressionless face and arms folded still holding his burnt out cigarette in between his fingers. With a quick eye roll, Chan pushed the chair over that was behind him and rushed out of the hall with a hunched over walk. "Meeting over!" °

°Around twenty minutes had passed since the latest meeting and Chan was still in his average moody mindset. He had only just parked his new Lamborghini inside his millionaire mansion's garage before going inside. It was a massive castle-looking home. The walls were covered in pure gold, a three storey building and the water bills were nothing compared to the savings that Chan's company held.°

°Chan aggressively made his way through the corridors of his mansion, wasting no time in packing his bags. He had packed a large set of clothes, his packet of cigarettes, a few hundred dollars, his gun that was armed with bullets and his passport. °

°His bags had been completely stuffed with his essentials and this whole plan was not exciting at all. With a short breath, he turned around only to jump in surprise at his assistant/best friend's sudden appearance behind him. "What the fuck Binnie? You scared me." He explained, still catching his breath. °

° "Well, I was genuinely worried about why you're packing." Chan sighed sharply with a small ache of paranoia. He was clearly not in the right mood to be answering obvious questions for his own sake so he ignored Changbin. Changbin noticed this and immediantely changed his expressions to a look of hatred as his best friend paid no hesitation in ignoring him. "Fine. Go and get yourself killed because your gang are a bunch of whores. Don't expect my assistance." With that, he aggressively rushed out the room, the sounds of his cotton socks dragging across the tiles. °

° Chan stood for a brief moment leaning over the edge of his bed, letting all of his thoughts run through his head. He stood back up to his feet and rushed back to grab Changbin. Changbin was standing by the bar refrigerator waiting for his glass of wine to be filled, before he felt two large palms grab onto his shoulders pulling him backwards, onto the floor. He met eye contact with Chan who was standing above him, arms folded and absolutely dumbfounded. "The fuck was that for?!" °

° Before Changbin was left with an answer, Chan immediantely dragged him upwards grabbing him by the collar of his tuxedo and held him over his shoulder. He forcefully pinned Changbin onto his shoulders and threw him into his suitcase, making it obvious his best friend was coming along with him. °

° Ten minutes later °

° With Changbin finally out of the suitcase, Chan now had the audacity to start a conversation with him. They had merely left the front door when the loud echos of Hyunjin, Changbins boyfriend, started getting louder. "Binnie..where are you going..?". Hyunjin had awoken from his long rest and was woken up by the loud yelling of his boyfriend and Chan as usual. °

° Changbin let out a annoyed sigh holding his forehead. "Darling, I'm sorry. You see Chan's gang have made some immature mistakes and I have to go assist him, which means I have to leave you too..". Hyunjin stepped back in hurt and shock hearing his words. He stood silently for a moment, staring down at his feet before arising his head revealing his swollen up eyes, that were full of liquid. Changbin stared at Hyunjin with pity before pulling him closer making deep eye contact with him. "Jinnie...I wish I could take you, but it's so dangerous sweetheart.."

° "Then take me with you..." Hyunjin interrupted with desperation. "I can't live one hour without you Binnie...I need to make sure you're safe every part of the day. Please..." There was a small silence in between the three of them, with Changbin and Hyunjin staring at Chan with awe, he started to re schedule his plan. He didn't have much of a choice anyways, he nodded calmly and grabbed all of his bags and beckoned the two of them towards him. °

° This is where the real adventure begins..."