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"Keep quiet or I'll throw you at the opposing team." Suga threatened, while he pushed Taehyung out of the car. Taehyung could tell he meant his words as well. His voice was stern and in strong control over the weaker boy when talking.

"Why am I even going on this mission anyway? I thought I was just hostage." Taehyung mumbled, although it being loud enough for Suga to hear.

"Jeon requested it, we do what he says. He wants to see your potential. Our deal, a drug trade specifically, is with one of your former groups, so we can just threaten your life or something." Suga explains casually, not taking any notice of the way Taehyung shivered in fear to the mention of his old group.

Suga pulled him into a darkened room, the corners gloomy as the middle was lit by one single lamp that rested on a desk all by it's lonesome.

Suga forced Taehyung into the chair, not caring about the groan that came from his mouth, making him show he was in pain from the impact.

"Alright. Come and get him." Suga growled out, making a tall figure appear from the shadows, standing at the other end of the desk.

"You think showing me that you've captured someone as useless as him, that I'll give you the money so quickly?" The guy chuckled, holding a wad of cash in his fingers. He had a dirty vibe like he had done so many deals, so much underground work that it changed him.

"I could care less what you do to him, but I do want him back." The guy chuckled. "I won't give you the money until you give me him."

"You guys are not so big and bad without Jeon, huh?" The guy taunted, feeling at the top of the world, eyes on him, the focus all on what he had to say. Taehyung struggled in Suga's harsh grip, but his shaking worsened when the guy across the table lunged at him, chest hitting the wooden desk and grabbing Taehyung's shirt collar.

Taehyung gagged out, the breath leaving his lungs as he struggled against the choking hold that the guy had on his neck. He was losing air fast, hands wrapping around his neck.

"Stop."

The guy still had his hold on Taehyung's neck but looked up from his target, his eyes widened with fear when he noticed the figure who had emerged from the shadows, Jeon.

"Let go of him, he is my hostage. Not yours." Jeon gave him a soft chuckle, waiting for the guy to release Taehyung, but he never did. In fact, he only tightened his grip on the boy's neck.

Taehyung saw dark that started to swirl in his vision, covering all of his view, his mouth ajar and gasping for air.

His body fell limp to the ground, and how lucky he was since he never saw what had happened then. Apparently, Jeon did not like the way this man handled his hostage,

In a split second, almost like a reflex, Jeon pulled out his black pistol. He lined it up to the man's head, the trigger easily being pulled without being hesitant for even a mere second. The body feel limp as blood splattered onto Jeon's face. It covered his cheek completely with the crimson substance, but he was used to it.

"Someone carry V. I think our business is done. Thank you."

Jeon gave another smirk before taking the wad of cash the now dead man had left on the desk.

"Nice doing business with you, hopefully, all of you learned your lesson, and now know not to mess with something that is mine." He practically growled, before walking out with his group, along with Hope, who carried V on his shoulder.

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