Vice

Chapter 9

As soon as he and Jimin left the medical ward, Jungkook stopped trying to conceal his anger. "Why is he here? And how did we not notice?" he asked, glancing at his friend as they hurried down the hall.

"The tracker says he's across town, he must have found it and dumped it somewhere," Jimin replied, clearly upset at the flaw in his surveillance. "I don't have time for this right now, I'm just going to shoot him," Jungkook muttered, cracking his neck and then his knuckles. "You four, with me," he said louder, motioning at the guards standing at attention by the front door.

"Wait, you stay here and make sure the blonde kid doesn't follow us," Jimin added, stopping one of the guards as they walked outside. "He's my age, he's not a kid," Jungkook said, glaring at Jimin. His friend was right though, Seokjin would find a way to come after them, either by charming Namjoon into letting him out or hitting the doctor until he relented.

The two of them, plus the guards, walked quickly down the long driveway, stopping five feet away from the metal bars of the gate

Taehyung was leaning against Seokjin's car, looking very calm for someone parked right outside the headquarters of a criminal organization. His long hair was tied half up, and he was dressed nicer than Jungkook had ever seen him, his hands in the pockets of his pinstriped pants, black coat hanging off one shoulder.

"Leave before I shoot you," Jungkook said, his voice steady in the way only a person very comfortable with violence could pull off. The gamer chuckled, not moving an inch as he replied, "I'm here for my boyfriend, you don't scare me in the slightest."

That was what Jungkook hoped he would say, because it meant that he had a reason to pull his handgun from the holster concealed under his jacket. He aimed it steadily between the gamer's eyes, but Taehyung didn't flinch.

There was a very loud scream from inside the mansion, loud enough that it could be heard all the way out here, and it was only his years of training that stopped Jungkook from turning around. "That'll be him," the gamer said easily, a mean smile spreading across his handsome face.

"You have 30 seconds to get in the car and drive away. If you don't, I will kill you," Jungkook replied, ignoring the sound of another shout, this time sounding closer. The voice was low and gruff, clearly not Seokjin's.

Taehyung ignored Jungkook, leaning a little to the side and looking past the criminal instead. The sound of two sets of running footsteps crunched across the gravel and stopped a yard or so behind Jungkook, or he guessed that's where they were. He still hadn't taken his eyes off the gamer.

"Jin, come on, we're going home," Taehyung called, and Jungkook growled under his breath, cocking his gun. "20," Jimin said from beside him, counting down so the criminal wouldn't have too. It was a nice touch. Dramatic.

"Have I ever told you you're a complete and total piece of shit?" Seokjin's high voice exclaimed. "On the phone, yes, and quite a few times before that," Taehyung replied, taking a step away from the car and running his hand over the metal bars of the gate as he added, "This is a very pretty cage he's locked you up in, babe."

"15," Jimin said coolly. "Why are you counting?" Seokjin asked, his voice going up an octave. "Because, if he doesn't leave in," Jungkook paused, allowing Jimin to say "10," before continuing, "Seconds, I am going to shoot him."

"No, Jungkook! " Seokjin cried, running up from where Jungkook guessed Namjoon had been holding him and stepping in front of the criminal. Jungkook wasn't fazed, simply lifting his arm a bit higher and aiming over Seokjin's shoulder.

"5." Taehyung still hadn't moved. He had clearly played so many videogames that he forgot a person only got one life in the real world. "Was our conversation last night all lies? Did you mean any of it?" Seokjin asked desperately, putting his hands on Jungkook's chest. That was a low blow, in the criminal's opinion. He understood Seokjin's meaning perfectly.