Ambition: A BIGBANG Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Big Fucking Problem

[09.13.2015 - Present Day. Within the confines of one of the many YG compounds.]

Daesung sat in his work room with those ridiculous magnifying glasses halfway down his nose, absently smiling to himself as he worked on what Seungri assumed was a new type of grenade, when Seungri jogged in. Security monitors and junk food wrappers covered every inch of wall, counter, and floor space in the man's lair, and pieces of security and weaponry equipment lay scattered all over the cement floor beside their respective blueprints.

"We have a big fucking problem," Seungri yell-whispered as he got close to his slightly-older accomplice. Daesung's guards and sub-mechanics were littered throughout the room and Seungri needed this initial conversation to be private.

"What problem?" asked Daesung loudly, removing the horrendous eye-contraption from his face.

"We really don't have time. Where can we talk in private?" asked Seungri, his usual ease evaporating quickly.

"Uh...okay, let's go to my bedroom," replied Daesung hesitantly, turning towards the back corner of the room. Usually Seungri would have made a joke about Daesung trying to seduce him, but the terrifying possibility of their base being infiltrated was too real.

Seungri followed Daesung through a darkly lit tunnel into his bedroom, a completely bare concrete room complete with a black king-sized bed and a weird looking velvet bubble chair that must have been a gift from TOP.

"Okay, what is it?"

"That little fuck from EXO has been wearing a tracker since he got here yesterday and we missed it. And by 'we', I MEAN FUCKING YOUNGBAE. Now we are all fucked. We need to get out of here. They're probably already on their way!"

"Ohhhkay, hold on," Daesung grabbed the younger man's shoulders to calm him down, "how did you find this out?" Daesung asked. He was clearly not even close to the panic plane on which Seungri was located.

Seungri pushed Daesung's hands off of him, irritated at Dae's lack of alarm, and threw the miniature tracking device down on the bed. Daesung picked up the small contraption, still moving at a snail's pace. As he continued to slowly examine the object, which was coated with small visible chunks of dried blood from Kai's beating, Seungri could feel his impatience climb.

"Let me connect to it to see the signals that have gone through in the last twenty-four hours," mumbled Daesung, walking away from Seungri.

"Are you going to do it today? THEY COULD BE HERE ANY FUCKING MINUTE. GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT, DAE, HURRY THE FUCK UP".

Daesung picked up speed as he re-entered his work room. As he rushed over to his main computer, Seungri turned to see TOP walk in, wanting to see Daesung. Seungri rolled his eyes.

"Seungri, what are you doing here? Don't you have a mission to complete or something...?" TOP inquired, communicating his desire for Seungri to leave with an obvious widening of his eyes.

"Fuck off. I don't have time for your bullshit romance. Something has happened." TOP was visibly distraught at Seungri's bluntness, but when he noticed the actual urgency on the boys' faces, his blush faded and he rushed over.

Minutes passed and Daesung was now typing a series of random algorithms into his computer, whispering to himself quietly in concentration. Seungri resumed his agitated pacing, occasionally throwing in a dramatic flail of his arms that would cause Daesung to glare at him, apprehensive that some of his hardware may fall victim to the random outbursts. TOP had quietly situated himself in the corner, having been reminded of how much he loved to watch Daesung work.