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Yoongi Chapter 6: Bloodshed

"Namjoon, this... this is lunacy." Yoongi stares at his leader in wide-eyed disbelief. He wonders if his leader's lack of sleep is affecting his judgement, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Namjoon removes his glasses, cleaning them on the edge of his shirt. "Maybe it is. But it's the best we can do right now."

"The best we can do?" Taehyung's tone is laced with panic. "That can't be true. If this goes wrong, [Y/n] could be seriously hurt—"

"I know," Their leader cuts him off with a sympathetic but firm gaze. "and I won't force her into it."

"What about Hwasa or Byul?" Yoongi offers. "Even Yongsun or Wheein, they could pull off the innocent act, and all have more experience than [Y/n]."

"This isn't about experience," Namjoon sighs tiredly, rubbing his temples. "Bigbang is targeting [Y/n] specifically. There's a higher chance of success if she's involved. And, because she's valuable to them, she's less likely to be hurt."

"She's an amateur," Yoongi counters flatly. "She's capable, but even if her brother wants her unharmed, there's no guarantee the rest of the gang will share that sentiment. Namjoon, you can't think this will actually work."

"I know it will," Namjoon insists. "[Y/n] has proven to be very capable. Yoongi, you've been training her personally and your glowing report after the last mission speaks for itself."

Yoongi's cheeks flush, he glares at the carpet in silence.

"And," Namjoon continues, "she doesn't have the aura of a killer. Gowon won't know the extent of her involvement with us, it'll be easy to convince him she ran off."

Taehyung begins pacing, running his hands through his hair anxiously. "This just can't happen. That man nearly killed Hoseok, and he's—Hoseok." Yoongi nods gravely. For once, they can agree.

"He is dangerous. I'm not suggesting otherwise." Namjoon glances pointedly from Taehyung to Yoongi. "But what this really comes down to is trust. Do you trust [Y/n]? More importantly, do you trust me?"

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"I trust you."

You pop your head through the door to Namjoon's office, surprised at how confident your voice sounds in comparison to your racing mind and heart. You're greeted by the shocked faces of the three men holed up inside. You put on a brave smile. "Mind if I cut in? Apparently, this concerns me."

Namjoon nods, gesturing you inside. You shut the door, wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans and take a seat in front of his desk next to Yoongi. Your last vague memory of the night before is falling asleep outside the piano room, and you can't help but jump to conclusions as to how you made it back to your bed. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Instead, you focus on Namjoon's.

"So, who is this guy you're all worried about?" You ask, stealing a look at one of the many papers strewn all over the desk's surface.

"Song Gowon," Namjoon explains. "He was... well, let's just call him a close family friend. But when I took over as leader, he distanced himself from Bangtan. We started noticing cash going missing periodically on jobs he was associated with, but his connections with the 'old guard', so to speak, delayed our suspicions."

The old guard.

A photograph on the desk catches your eye, a worn portrait of a group of deadly-serious men in tacky suits, among them, a young Song Gowon. In the middle of the huddle stands an elegant woman. Her aura is so commanding, you can practically feel it seeping into the present from this captured moment in time. Her eyes bear a striking resemblance to Namjoon's.