A Pure Soul

47.

 "Jimin?" He asked confused when he received no reply but his irritation turned into a fond smile, when Jungkook told him that the younger had fallen asleep. 

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Meanwhile with the rest of BTS...

POV. Namjoon

We still stood in the very same place, after Hwang Daniel told us he wasn't going to tell us his whole plan; he resumed to still do it... What an idiot! But hey, at least he's wasting time!It was the cliché 'I am an evil mastermind' speech; you probably know from every movie ever. He talked about how he built the second-biggest mafia in Korea all on his own and how he was the one who came up with the plan. He explained a lot more, but if I got to be honest, I stopped listening ten minutes or so ago; instead, I thought of rhymes because of how bored I was.

"Hyung, we've got him; we'll bring him home now." I was startled at Taehyung's voice inside my ear; I legit forgot for a second where I was and that I was wearing an earpiece. But you can't blame me; I was flowing in my head.

"And Hyung, make him suffer for what he did to Jimin." Taehyung's voice rang inside my ears once again; I could hear his voice seeping with anger; it made me worry in what condition they found Jimin. As pictures invaded my mind of the worst possible images of what they could have done to Jimin, I could feel rage stirring up inside me. 

"I will." I gritted out, and within a second, I pulled out my hidden gun and shot the first man; nearest to me and my brothers. My brothers equipped their guns as well; I was the only one of us wearing an earpiece, and they knew as soon as I shot the first man that Jimin was safe and that we could finally get rid of the trash!After we all took cover, I used a second to press the button I had with me. The button sends a signal to our troops waiting a few blocks away; soon our back-up would be here.

The shooting ringed through the warehouse for a few minutes now; until now we could hold them off, but the sheer amount of enemies made it impossible to defend us for much longer; the men were slowly but steadily closing in.

Once more, I peeked out of my cover and shot precisely at a man, who was dangerously close to the box, behind which Jin hyung took cover. As my bullet pierced the man's body, his body fell backwards, hitting the ground with a deafening cry of pain. I was just able to hide behind the container once again when a rain of ten or so bullets flew above me where my head had just been, hitting the wall behind me.

"F*ck!" Yoongi hissed through his gritted teeth; my eyes immediately landed on him. He held his shoulder in pain; blood was gushing out of a fresh wound on his shoulder, and my anger once again surfaced. I was about to jump up and go on a rampage when both the door behind us and the door behind Hwang Daniel and his men flew open.

In ran our men led by Seungcheol. The sudden attack, mixed with the sheer amount of our men, was too much for Hwang Daniel and his unexperienced goons. Within a few more minutes of bullets flying through the air and pained cries echoing through the hall, we finally had full control of the situation.

As we walk towards the end of the warehouse, we pass bodies straddling around the floor and our own men checking for pulses, and if they are still alive, they would release them from their suffering with a well-placed bullet.

"Yoongi, are you alright?" I ask my brother as we stroll through the messy scene. "Huh?" He was confused, but after a second he realized what I meant. "Yeah, it's only a graze shot! I don't care." He stated, unbothered by the still-bleeding wound, which he had bandaged with a cloth; he had ripped out of his own shirt.