Namjoon stood up from his black office chair and sorted the papers on the meeting room table. He was alone in the meeting room, not knowing and caring where the others were. He was busy reading the last papers about a buisness meeting with a cliënt when Jimin walked in. Namjoon looked up with an irritated look on his face at the boy who stood in the doorway. ''Jin wants to talk to you.'' Jimin simply said and Namjoon let out a simple sigh as he stood up straight and walked away from the table. He passed Jimin and went to one of the many rooms of the appartment. As for Jimin, he was curious what kind of secret information was written on the papers that laid on the black meeting table. Jimin was always curious to the buisness meetings Namjoon had, he wanted to have a serious job like that too. But Jimin couldn't escape the seducer life, even how hard he tried. He was having a look through the papers, but there was nothing useful written on it. He sighed and left the meeting room. Jimin noticed there were sounds coming from the living room, so he went to check it out. They had a living room too, but barely used it, since none of them really liked to relax and watch TV on the big flat screen television that hung on the wall. But Jimin was suprised to find all the six men in the living room, some of them sat on the white couch but most of them just stood. They were watching television, the news to be exact. They looked so focused on the television screen, so Jimin turned his gaze towards it too. The female news reporter was speaking in a calm tone, with a picture of Un Woo Sung in the corner of the screen. ''-is reported to be seen in the streets of Seoul, badly injured. Later on, a passer-by said he got picked up by a dark blue car. The police have found multiple dead bodies in the mansion of mr. Im Sang Chol, a famous drug dealer and mafia boss. Sources have reported there was a buiness party at the mansion and hundreds of people involved in the Korean mafia were present, but when the police had arrived at the mansion, everyone was gone. The police are suspecting the reason why Un Woo Sung was badly injured, was because of none other than the famous mafia boss Kim Namjoon himself. The head of the police department of Seoul is currently starting an investigation to any rivalry between the two mafia bosses. More information follows soon. And now for the weather-'' The TV got turned off by Namjoon. Everyone looked at him and Jimin had sworn he never had seen Namjoon this mad. His eyes were full of hatred, his facial expression was harsh and cold, his whole body was shaking from anger and he had clenched his fists. He threw the TV remote on the ground, making the black plastic shatter and the battteries roll out. ''I killed him! I fucking killed him! How in the world is that ungrateful bastard still alive?'' Namjoon shouted out in anger. After his outburst, silence fell in the living room. ''You didn't.'' Jungkook suddenly spoke up, making everyone look at him. ''I did. Well, atleast I thought I did.'' The youngest continued and Namjoon felt a burst of anger coming up in his body again. Jin noticed, so he laid his hand on Namjoon's shoulder to calm him down. But Namjoon shrugged it off. He was blinded of rage and there was nothing his boyfriend could do. Namjoon stepped to Jungkook who stood in the corner of the living room next to Taehyung. The boss his brown eyes were filled with fury and he stared at Jungkook, his body was shaking. Suddenly, he grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up from the ground. ''Why didn't you kill him?'' Namjoon sissed to the younger who wasn't getting any air. ''Let him go! He's suffocating! Can't you see he's not getting any air!?'' Jin yelled and grabbed Namjoon's arm, trying to let his grip of Jungkook's collar go. Jin was right, Jungkook was slowly suffocating. His eyes were widened and protruding, he tried to open his mouth but couldn't, and his limbs were dangeling in the air since Namjoon had lifted him off the ground by his T-shirt collar. ''Are you out of your mind?'' Taehyung asked Namjoon, his eyes spit fire and he tried to stop Namjoon. ''That's enough, Namjoon!'' Jin screamed and that was the point the leader was completely done. Jin noticed afer a few seconds what Namjoon had done to him. His cheek had a tingeling feeling and when Jin touched it, it was hot. Namjoon had slapped him. His own boyfriend had slapped him. He never got slapped by Namjoon before. Jin's eyes started to water and he ran out of the living room, covering his face with his hands. As for Namjoon, he finally let Jungkook's collar go, making the boy fall on the ground with his whole body. He started to inhale rapidly and Taehyung kneeled down by him. ''Oh my god, Jungkook.'' The red-haired male blurted out and stroked the hair of his boyfriend. Taehyung scooted closer and hid his face in Jungkook's muscular shoulder. ''I thought you were gonna die just then.'' Taehyung muttered and hugged Jungkook's body tightly. Namjoon stormed out of the living room, leaving five boys alone. Hoseok didn't hesitate and escaped to the bedroom he unfortunately still shared with the two clingy boyfriends who now were more clingy than ever. Yoongi and Jimin also weren't having it and exchanged some stares, as result them following each other to their shared bedroom and locking the door. Jungkook and Taehyung were now the only ones in the living room, on the ground to be exact. ''Are you okay?'' Taehyung asked and sat up straight. ''F-fine.'' Jungkook groaned and got up. He sat on his knees, just like Taehyung. His chest was still heavily going up and down, but he had caught his breath again, so he was okay. Taehyung bowed foward, laid his hands on Jungkook's cheeks and kissed him on the lips. He got so scared that Namjoon would have killed Jungkook. If that really had happened, Taehyung would immediatly kill the boss and everyone in the room. Jungkook was his and his only. Jungkook was who he loved and if someone hurted his lover, he would kill them. All of them.
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Team of Bangtan • BTS Mafia AU
FanficOne team. Seven men. One dangerous mission; will they succeed?