Dancing with danger

Chapter four

AUTHORs POV

Night blanketed the warehouse like a shroud. The harsh white lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows across blood-smeared floors and scattered corpses.

Taehyung sat on a crate at the center of it all — calm, legs crossed, cigarette burning lazily between his fingers. Smoke curled in the still air as his men stood in formation before him, heads bowed. No one dared meet his gaze.

To his right, Yoongi stood with arms folded. Kai, beside him, had his hand wrapped in a fresh bandage, blood still leaking through. On the left were Jin and J-Hope, weapons slung and tense.

He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaled slowly, then exhaled.
"So... he got away."
It wasn't a question. More of a quiet accusation.

No one answered.

He stood.

The men snapped upright, posture rigid. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the lights.

Taehyung let the cigarette fall to the concrete and crushed it under his boot. His voice dropped low — too low.
"I'm disappointed."

A pause.

Then he stretched out his hand.

Without hesitation, Jungkook approached and placed a sniper rifle in his palm.

Taehyung glanced at it, then at his men.

"You want to fix it?"

His voice was almost amused.

"Shoot yourselves. That might help."

A beat of silence.

They shifted, eyes flickering to each other — panic just beneath the surface. No one moved. No one dared breathe.

Taehyung raised the rifle slowly, aiming down the line.

"Or would you rather I do it for you?"

The threat wasn't loud. It didn't have to be.

And then—
A ringtone.

Loud. Bright. Completely out of place.

Jungkook checked the screen.

"Tae... it's Chin-sun." He announced

The line clicked open, and a small voice came through — soft, innocent, annoyed.

"Dad, where are you? You forgot movie night again."

The shift in Taehyung was immediate. He lowered the sniper, exhaled slowly, and reached for the phone. The hardness in his face softened — only slightly — but it was enough to stop a bullet.

"I didn't forget," he said, voice gentle now. "I'll be there soon. Watch the start with Chin-sun, alright?"

A groan came through, older, female. "He won't let me. He's been sulking since school because you didn't pick him up."

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine. I'm coming now."

A squeal.

"Okay! Don't be late. I won't sleep 'til you come!"

He smiled. A real one — rare and dangerous in its own way. The men didn't dare comment, but the tension in the room dissolved like smoke. Some even breathed relief.

"Kookie hyung!" the boy chirped again.

"Yes, champ?"

"Buy ice cream. Dad always forgets."