Immunity (BTS Fan Fiction) | ABANDONED

Chapter 4: Run

Hoseok ran his hands through his oily hair. He really needed a shower.

"So," Jungkook growled, pacing the floor, "they're killing people in there. Cool, yeah, whatever."

The news was playing on the grainy TV perched on the corner of the bar. The strip club shut down a couple hours ago - as soon as the Breaking News flashed across the screen.

"Sources say that though many have died in the studies so far, no cure has been found. Those who appear immune to the disease have started fleeing the major cities, but even rural areas appear to be affected. Prime Minister Kim Jisoo will address the people tonight at 6pm. Tune in to hear the public opinion on the government's secret research."

"Turn that shit off," Taehyung spat.

It was still a surprise to hear the man speak. But then again, right now he wasn't V, the Renowned Assassin and Right Hand Man of Jeon Jungkook. Right now, he was just Kim Taehyung, the boy who enjoyed violence a little too much to be healthy, heard voices (according to the rumors), and was head over heels in love.

The bartender silently obeyed, and the exhausted face of the reporter disappeared into black.

Jungkook draped an arm over Taehyung's shoulders, and the latter affectionately bumped his forehead against the younger's temple in response.

No matter how either of them acted while they were working, this was the couple that was familiar to Hoseok. Though Jungkook's presence dominated any room, they were equals the second they weren't gang leaders.

As soon as the guards had left the room, Jungkook had pulled Taehyung to his side and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You okay, baby boy?"

"Y-yeah," Taehyung breathed. "I don't like touching other people like that. Only you."

"I know, sweetheart," Jungkook whispered, peppering the man's face with kisses too gentle to come from a boss. "But thank you so much for doing it. I really appreciate you."

That had made a large boxy grin appear on Taehyung's face, and for a second Hoseok couldn't believe this was the same person that just murdered someone with his bare hands. "Anything for you, jagi."

It was strange, to say the least. But it worked for them. It kept them alive and in power.

Hoseok was pulled out of his reverie by Jungkook snapping his fingers in his face.

"I don't like repeating myself," he said darkly.

"Sorry," Hoseok squirmed.

An eye roll came in response to his apology. "We gotta break him out. Right?"

"Right."

Hoseok couldn't even begin to describe his relief. Taehyung and Jungkook were the best fighters with the best street smarts around, and he was lucky to call them his...well, not friends, per se, but acquaintances.

"Alright then," Taehyung clapped his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. "Let's gear up."

Hoseok followed the boys into the back room, trying to ignore the memory of Weiler's dead body, and watched as Jungkook punched in a code hidden in a slot on the wall. A little light on the keypad flicked green, and a scanner revealed itself from behind another slot. Jungkook bent down and offered it his eye, and then when the next one popped out, his thumb.

"Isn't that a little overboard?" Hoseok asked.

Taehyung giggled, slugging Hoseok's shoulder as if they were just two friends. "Just you wait, hyungie. You'll see why we need all this."