𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝟗.

two

d— 7. 6:03am.

Jeongin was recovering well, and the rest of the boys were pleased when he went back to being his usual self. Everyone rested easier now. Asleep in their beds, they were rudely awakened by the sound of Chan banging on their doors.

Hyunjin groaned, rolling over and put the pillow over his head. "Shut up! I have a gun under my pillow and won't hesitate to use it!" the boy yelled angrily.

"Get up!" Chan's voice said, "We're having a meeting!!"

A messy haired Felix jumped out of the bed next to him, grabbing the knife off his nightstand, and threw it at the door agressively, and Hyunjin grimaced when he thought heard it go through the other side. Chan's girl scream and swearing were evidence enough that this was true. "Shut the fuck up and let me sleep!"

"No! We're having a meeting!"

"Fine," the boy growled. "this had better be worth it."

"Thank you!" Chan sang, continuing to knock on doors, the other boys' swearing heard through the thin walls. Felix turned back to him, sighing deeply as he rubbed his eyes. "This had better be worth losing sleep over."

Hyunjin laughed lightly, pulling himself off the bed. "I agree. Whatever he has to say, it better be good. Sleep is very important to me," he joked. "after all, it is a necessity to remaining beautiful."

"Hyun, you wouldn't know beautiful if it shot you with your own gun."

"Neither would you, Fe. Now let's go."

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They had gathered into the living room, waiting (impatiently) for chan to speak. They were all tired, and wanted nothing more than to crawl into their beds and sleep into the next day.

After what felt like an eternity, Chan cleared his throat and began to speak. The boys suppressed a groan. when Chan cleared his throat, it meant he would be talking for a while. "Alright. I'm gonna get straight to the point here. We were given a task by an anonymous caller today."

"Do you know who it was?"asked Jisung, who hadn't really been listening. This comment earned him a flick on the forehead from Changbin.

Chan sighed deeply. "It was an anonymous call, so no."

"Oh." Jisung looked down, embarrassed.

"Anyways, the man we're looking for goes under the alias of JYP. He's very well respected in the business community because of his high status, despite his criminal record. His company takes the blame, and he uses his money to bribe his way out of punishment," he paused for dramatic effect. "but now this caller wants payback. Here's our job. We are going to infiltrate his party next weekend, get JYP alone, kill him, and get out."

The room was silent, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a dull blade. Woojin suddenly spoke. "Are we getting paid for this?"

"Yes," Chan answered quickly. "we're getting paid enough to go off the grid for a few more months. I'm thinking we go to our safe house in the mountains, mayb—"

Seungmin interrupted Chan by raising his hand, looking up from a page of notes. "Chan, this sounds great and all, but how are we going to pay for all of this? We need new gear, clothes, gas for the van, and—"

"The caller said he'd take care of any necessary expenses."

"Good. I'll start planning everything out then." without another word, Seungmin left the room.