Right One

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

(A/n: Disappointed but not surprised.. still only one comment in the last chapter.. -_-  will go for 2k words maybe.. too tired to write.. classes have started and I have literally no time in my hands to spare.)
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A/n pov:

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the tension that lingered in its cold silence and rhythmic clatter of metals echoing faintly in distant rooms. It was nothing unusual, not really. Mafia headquarters and underworld business always had this shimmering tension lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for a moment to strike, just when the rival is weak, fragile, vulnerable and you're in your strongest self.

Well, that, it is the most normal thing to have tense and heavy atmosphere. But, the unusual happening today was— the way everyone moved. Everyone as in the closest members to Taehyung, from Sinister. Not from the merge, not from Red Rose. But only from Sinister.

From the start ever since Taehyung took over the underworld in whole Korea, they'd moved with this quite easy, effortless elegance that dripped off their mere breathe. Even before Taehyung came to control, members of Sinister always had this irresistible, dark aura to them, that made the path clear they looked at, did the work before being told— moved with perfection, yet, with a underlying hint of professionalism that reeked from everyone.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, when they turned more cold, calculated and cautious around the room Taehyung now rested— played with some barely alive men, torturing them— as if hesitant to even breathe the wrong way, it was chilling.

Not any regular person, not knowing their behaviour from before, can notice the change.

It was subtle, faint, almost invisible to normal human eyes, yet, the people who'd spent years working with those killing machines in human form, knows better.

It was in the way they would subtly look at the closed door from their peripheral vision, when they thought no one was noticing, or the quite tremor in their ever-so rigid posture, even make it the slight twitch of their jaw when they heard someone walking too fast or making weirdly loud noise of shoes clinking against the floor.

The way their brows furrows ever so slightly that's barely visible, or in the way they straightens their body more than needed while passing through a certain room. It was all there.

The faint, subtle signs of something had gone wrong— terribly wrong. Not with a mission— it never goes wrong—, not even on someone's job, not really. It was that type of ‘wrong’ which makes the mafia leader mad. Irritated. Guess, someone hadn't done their job properly....

They'd already given the informations to Junghyun— contacting Eunwoo and telling him to pass the news to Junghyun through Irene, or by himself if possible too. The main reason of their worry wasn't why the boss is mad— no, it never had been that, not while they had still a bigger fish to catch— but what worried then the most is- they hadn't been given any task in the past few days after that sudden attack on Bloodlust mafia. They were just doing their job since then, attacking Bloodlust's legal business, and then underworld links next day, it's the same pattern, and the next? The pattern would swap, first day will target the underworld shipments and the next day, corporation business being the target.

The attacks are small, not noticeable for the media to ramble about. It was the change of the shareholders behaviour, that quite disapproval to take legal actions against Taehyung, their silent rejection to help or rise funds for damage repairing.

At first, they had thought Taehyung had gone mad, crazy. Attacking all at once, every day? It'd attract public eye, media and they'd suspect something's wrong. And according to them, Taehyung was risking it all. Just because being blind in revenge and anger, infuriated by even Bloodlust breathing their way— mad for trying to target to Jungkook, to use his vulnerability as a bait, take advantage of that.