Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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The cabin was quiet, the tension so thick it could crush lungs. Around the long wooden table sat Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jeongguk, the dim yellow bulb above them flickering now and then like the city itself knew something wicked was about to happen.

Jeongguk leaned forward, black mask covering his face, his eyes glinting with fire. His voice was low, calm, but laced with venom.

"Tonight, we end him."

The others looked at him, their expressions grave.

"What's the plan?" Namjoon asked, tapping his fingers against the table. He always needed structure, a roadmap before walking into the storm.

Jeongguk's gaze swept over them all. "Taehyung's father isn't some drunk fool we can corner in an alley. He's powerful. He has guards, eyes everywhere. But every monster has a habit, and I've been watching him."

He pulled out a folded paper and spread it across the table—a map of the city, certain spots circled in red.

"After work, he goes to Raven's Den, a private bar. He doesn't drink alone. He meets two old cronies there. They sit in the VIP booth, talk dirty politics, smoke, gamble. By midnight, he leaves, drunk but still guarded."

Jeongguk's finger traced the route. "His driver takes him down Fifth Avenue, cuts through Hollow Bridge, then drops him near his estate. That's where we strike. The bridge is deserted after dark. One car blocks the front. Another seals the back. No escape."

Namjoon smirked, cracking his knuckles. "So what do you want me to do?"

"You," Jeongguk said, "handle distraction. Start a small fight inside the bar. Nothing heavy. Just enough chaos for his bodyguards to split attention. Jin, you'll back him up in case things turn bloody."

Jin gave a single nod, eyes dark but steady.

"Hoseok and Jimin, you handle the cars. Block the bridge. No one gets in, no one gets out."

"And me?" Yoongi's calm voice broke through, unreadable as always.

"You'll be the ghost. Cut the lights on the bridge. When his car is forced to stop, they'll think it's a breakdown. That's when we move."

Jeongguk's tone dropped lower, the silence around him stretching like a blade. "Once he's out, he's mine. No one touches him but me."

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Hours later, the plan unfolded like clockwork.

The fight at the bar, Namjoon shoving a man across a table, glass shattering. Jin's laugh echoing as fists flew.

In the chaos, Taehyung's father cursed, slammed his glass down, and stormed toward the door. His guards followed in a flurry, unaware of the trap waiting outside.

On the Hollow Bridge, the black SUV screeched to a stop as Hoseok's car blocked the path. Behind them, Jimin's headlights flared, closing the cage. The bridge lights flickered, then went out completely.

Darkness swallowed the world.

Doors yanked open. Guns raised. A scuffle of shadows.

And then—silence.

When the man woke, he was no longer in his car.
He sat chained to a steel chair, wrists bound so tightly the cuffs had cut into flesh, ankles bolted into place. He lifted his chin, arrogance blazing in his eyes even as sweat trickled down his temples.

"Do you bastards have any idea who I am?" His voice rang out sharp, cold, commanding. "You think you can drag me here and walk away? I own this city. I can have all of you erased before the night ends!"