𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝟗.

prologue

a gang au. welcome. i'm just warning you again. strong language.
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1:13am.

The designated driver laughed as the skyscraper erupted into flames.

He and the rest of his team weren't in it, of course. He wouldn't be laughing if they were. They were running toward their getaway car, a white van. Chan claimed it was "inconspicuous and totally not suspicious", but Woojin knew that everyone's first thought when seeing a white van was danger. Not that that information was important.

The building burned behind them, and Woojin felt sweat dripping down his face to his neck from the overwhelming heat. He paid it no mind and kept running. They needed to leave soon, the cops would be here. After a few more feet, he reached the van, opening the door and jumping into the drivers seat, startling Jeongin and Minho, who were already seated. He stuck the key in, and tried to start the car, but the engine only sputtered.

"Shit." he said angrily, slamming his hands on the steering wheel.

Seungmin jumped in the car into the passenger seat. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Car won't start," he said simply. "did you get the money out?"

Seungmin reached down and grabbed a large black duffel bag and shook it. "Of course I did. It's my job. Should we get Jisung to fix the car?"

"Let me try again." when he turned the key this time, the engine roared to life. He sighed heavily in relief. The car's back doors opened, and Chan, Felix, Hyunjin and Changbin entered, sitting in their assigned seats. (It was Chan's idea.)

"Welcome everyone," Woojin said politely, giving them a smile. After doing a mental count, he frowned. "Wait- who's missing?"

"Jisung. As always." said Changbin. As if on cue, the ninth member of their team ran up to the car, jumping into the only available seat, throwing his bag down to the ground with a thud.

Said boy breathed heavily, slouching in his chair tiredly. "Thanks for waiting on me, guys." he said sarcastically.

"You're welcome," said Minho. "now can we hurry it up?"

The boys laughed, but stopped as Chan shushed them. Sure enough, there was a faint sound of sirens, getting closer every second, until the blue and red lights could be seen.

"Fucking hell." Chan growled. "Step on it Woojin, we've got an escape to make. Felix, Hyunjin, get to the back and get ready to shoot if necessary." They all nodded and moved to their positions quickly, and Woojin shifted the car into drive, speeding away from the building.

"Where to, leader?" he asked.

"Closest safe house. If they follow us for too long, we'll throw them off somehow. If they aren't dead first." Chan chuckled darkly.

"Hyunjin is the best shot around, and Felix likes to kill things. We're good." Seungmin agreed.

"That's true." Hyunjin licked his lips, flashing his tongue piercing, and aimed his gun out the window, finger poised on the trigger. He almost dropped the gun as Woojin rounded a sharp curve. The sirens were heard again, followed by gunshots, and the bullets pinged off the van.

"Fuck," Hyunjin cursed under his breath. "Felix, get ready." He shouted at his friend, who nodded and went to the opposite window.

Aiming at the spinning lights of the police car, Hyunjin steadied his hand, exhaling before firing a single shot. The world's actions around him seemed to slow as he watched the bullet fly toward the target, until all he could hear was the quick thumping of his heart. As the bullet hit its target, everything returned to its normal pace.

The lights shattered, which distracted the officer long enough for them to swerve and crash. Quick. Effective. Easy. He smirked.

The boy across from him was waiting for the perfect shot of his prey. Felix was a predator, a killing machine. If the boys weren't friends with him, they would fear him. He fired off three shots, killing the three remaining officers chasing them. He smiled brightly. Too brightly.

"Woojin, are we almost there?" Chan asked.

"Yeah, just took the long way to throw them off the trail." He replied over his shoulder, eyes still on the road.

"H- hyungs? I got hit." Jeongin said shakily, clutching his left arm. When he removed his hand, there was tear in his thin shirt, and his hand was covered in deep red blood. His words grabbed the attention of all who weren't busy at the moment.

"Damn it. Seungmin, I need the first aid kit," Jisung said, catching the kit. "Thanks. Chan hyung, tear off part of your shirt, and— yes I'll pay for it— Minho hyung, I need something to clean this, and you can hold the light there—" he continued to instruct the two boys as Jeongin winced in pain with every touch, and every shaky movement of the car.

"We're almost there Jeongin," he smiled pitifully. "Just a little longer."

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