"Do you trust that kid?" Yoongi whispers, staring at the ceiling of the dark bedroom he shared with Seokjin.
"He seems scared, I'm sure he won't do anything that could get him killed. Like you said, he's still a kid," Seokjin answers, putting down the book he was reading.
"I didn't sign up to raise a child," Yoongi groans, turning on his side, now facing Seokjin.
"Namjoon's smart, this kid might have some potential. You shouldn't worry too much about him, I'm sure it'll be fine." Seokjin answers, lifting the book up again.
"Why are you even reading that shit."
"It's calming, I can tell you don't."
"We've been in the same spot for far too long, you know how I feel about settling down Jin."
"Do you want to flee the country again?"
"Let's try Japan this time."
"That's not something I decide Yoongi," Seokjin sighs putting away the book, giving up on finishing it, "Get some sleep, we'll discuss this tomorrow."
"Goodnight, brother," Yoongi sighs, turning off the light that was between their beds.
"So Jungkook right?" Taehyung smiles, laying down onto the bed next to the youngest.
"Yes, you aren't actually crazy right?"
"Let's say I'm not sane, but I can tell the difference between right and wrong."
"So, you won't kill me in my sleep?"
"Most likely not, depens though," Taehyung jokes.
"Depens on what?" Jungkook quickly asks, paranoid.
"Chill, you're one of us now. I won't hurt you kid."
Jungkook lays down on his back, pushing his hair out of his face.
"Do you guys kill people?" He asks, making sure he lowered his voice.
"Sometimes, but that's not our main business."
"Then what is?"
"Drugs sweetie, we import and export drugs to places you don't even know exist."
Jungkooks eyes widen, realising the situation he got himself into was getting worse each second.
"But don't worry, you won't touch any of that nor will I. Namjoon has separate men for that. We just deal with the 'business' part that happens around it," Taehyung explains, leaning in closer to Jungkook, "You might get your hands a little dirty along the way."
"What if I refuse?"
"You'll die, simple as that."
Jungkook nervously swallows, scared if he said something wrong it would cost his life.
"Taehyung? Will I survive?"
"I'll protect you, if you protect me," Taehyung whispers, holding up his pinky.
Jungkook wraps his around Taehyung's putting a seal on it, "Promise."
Namjoon walks out of his bedroom, squinting his eyes tightly together once he is greeted by the bright daylight. He pours himself a cup of coffee before sitting down in front of the small TV that was placed on an old wooden table in the middle of the room. Because they had to travel around so much, having a proper living space was their least concern.
"You're up early," He says, watching Yoongi enter the room.
"We need to talk," Yoongi states, sitting down next to the other.
"We aren't staying much longer, how many times do I have to tell you," Namjoon sighs annoyed.
"You said that one month ago too, where are you planning to go that's taking so long."
"There's someone I am waiting to hear from, until then you have to be patient."
"Namjoon if they find us we won't be able to get away this time."
"I'll see if I can reach him later, this is the last time I want to hear about it."
Yoongi gets up, frustrated. The last time they stayed in the same place for the same amount of time, they almost ended up behind bars. That's the last thing he wanted, being locked away from his brothers. After joining the gang things changed for him, he finally felt powerful. After being kicked out of the military in his teens his drinking habits got the best of him. After a rough night at the club Namjoon took him in, soon making him a part of 'Bangtan'.
"Yoongi," Namjoon says, stopping Yoongi from entering the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"I got this okay? We'll be fine, just trust me."
"I trust you, just make sure we don't lose another member this time."
Pdogg, got shot right in the chest by a police officer 2 years ago. It hurt Yoongi to leave his friend behind, the only person within the gang that understood him. Yoongi dealt with a bad case of anxiety after his death, trying everything to keep that from happening a second time. The gang was his only family, the only people that would ever look after him, care for him. He would give his life for them, just to make sure they'd be safe.
