Innocently Guilty [EDITING]

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"Lee's son is dead? Good job, boys. Anything else?" His voice was calm and surprisingly soothing as he looked at the three men in front of him, listening to the details of their report.

"I'm here." A fourth man entered the room, a black folder in hand.

"What are the results?" One of the men asked, reaching his hand out for the folder.

As soon as the pink haired man gave the folder away, he walked towards the one seated on the large leather chair behind the desk. The guy reached out to grab his waist and sat him down on his lap. They kissed before both of them turned back to the three men in front.

"The lab analysis says it all. He had a high amount of Venom in his system." The pink haired said.

"Drug that hasn't come out to the market yet." A blonde one stated.

"And the drug he stole from us." The orange haired man finished as he casually loaded a gun, counting each bullet.

"What an idiot. Thinking he could get away with it." The black haired man with the folder said, still looking at the results.

"This closes the case. Yoongi hyung, did our friend receive his package?" The purple haired man asked. Yoongi raised his eyes, closing the folder and brushing his bangs away from his face.

"He should be receiving it in shortly. I made sure it gets neat and handsome to his father's hands." A smirk crossed his face as he leaned back on the chair.

"Such a shame I can't get to see Lee's face when he receives his little present." The blonde pouted before his lips curved into a smile.

"Don't worry, Jiminie. I'm sure he's gonna like it." The orange haired answered, sliding the cartridge back in with a smooth click.

"We are back, boss." The door to the office swung open, revealing two men covered in blood, the black Spandex suites were covered in dirt and questionable red stains. As if walking around in full body spandex in broad daylight wasn't questionable enough by itself.

"Good job, Taehyung, Jungkook. Report?" The purple haired man asked.

"Mission accomplished. Chung's men won't dare to mess with us in the future. At least not with half of his men and his brother dead among the ruins of his headquarters." Jungkook smirked, cleaning some of the dried up blood from his hands.

"We should get that cut cleaned." Taehyung placed one of his hands over his cheek, running his thumb over the cut on his cheekbone. His other hand grasped one of Jungkook's hands and looked down at the cuts covering his knuckles.

"Are you worried about me, baby boy?" Jungkook teased.

"Well, I could leave it to get infected, but it would be such a waste of a handsome face."

The younger chuckled under his breath, wrapping an arm around the elder's waist and pulling him closer.

"Don't worry about me, doll. I'm not the one lying dead on a pile of cement."

"Alright, you two. You can leave. Take a shower and meet us in the meeting room in building three in an hour." Their boss ordered with a small smile, motioning to their ripped clothes and blood covered bodies.

Jungkook and Taehyung left the room with Jungkook's arm around the elder's waist. Before the door closed, Taehyung looked back at the pink haired man and winked mockingly.

The receiver of said outrageous act of mockery could only glare at him in a mixture of annoyance and irritation. "Jinnie, don't mind him. He's still a kid." The purple haired guy whispered in his ear before nibbling on it slightly.