Danger | Sope ✓

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Hoseok woke up in the middle of the night, Yoongi's head laying on his chest, his hand clutching Hoseok's shirt.

He tried to turn, though the injuries on his abdomen and leg burned, begging Hoseok to stay still.

Despite his body's pleas to stay in the comfort of his bed, he turned to the side, pulling Yoongi off of him before his feet meeting the floor as he painstakingly stood up. He hobbled to the bathroom, holding his abdomen with light pressure.

Hoseok turned on the light, narrowing his eyes as the sudden brightness stung him. He stared at himself through the mirror, though he wore a black shirt, he knew it was soaked in blood, his clothing sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Dried blood stained his hands and neck, washing it off with before splashing his face with water.

Jimin had ended their contract.

Hoseok growled at himself, glaring at his own reflection.

He knew he shouldn't have worked for a gang leader. They're always vulgar and untrustworthy. Though when Jimin presented him with a million, Hoseok knew he couldn't resist. However, he kept his distance from Jimin. He knew if he followed Jimin too much, it'll soon come back to bite him in the ass.

Look at him now. He burned down his house for the sake of this shitty job; he got shot. Twice. He's forced to carry around a stupid police officer who's clinging onto him like a lost puppy.

He's sure to take up more jobs soon. Right after he kills Jimin.

Hoseok hissed in pain when he added additional pressure onto his wound. Of course, he had to heal before he could even try to look for Jimin.

Hoseok exited the bathroom, turning off the light and shutting the door behind him.

"Hoseok?" Yoongi turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing his eyes as Hoseok shuffled back to the bed. "What are you doing?"

Yoongi murmured, always with this hidden anxiety Hoseok could pick out. He knew he did well breaking Yoongi. That cocky, loud officer disappeared, now replaced with a small quiet officer, who turned to the dark side.

Hoseok's eyes went from Yoongi to the gun that sat on the bedside table.

Jimin had told him to kill Yoongi a few days ago. Hoseok never informed Yoongi about it, yet he never even pointed the gun at the pale officer's head. He didn't know why. Never even considered it. He guessed Yoongi would be useful.

He was right, Yoongi had saved him. Though he couldn't figure out why Yoongi had done such a task. He could've left Hoseok to die, get saved and return his normal life as an officer, maybe even get promoted to lieutenant the following year.

Instead, he dragged Hoseok out of the warehouse and keep him from bleeding to death.

That confused Hoseok.

Hoseok's hand wrapped around the Smith and Wesson, glancing at it before pointing it between Yoongi's eyes.

Hoseok knew his contract ended. Killing Yoongi wouldn't abide by Jimin's orders anymore. However, he wanted to do it himself.

Yoongi stared at Hoseok, his eyes steady. He didn't tremble or cried or heaved, unlike the other times Hoseok threatened him.

Though this was real. Would Hoseok really shoot him? So why wasn't he scared then?

Yoongi stayed still as Hoseok glared at the man.

He expected more. Sobbing, wheezing, pleading.

Though he received nothing.

And it made him nervous.

He could feel his hand slightly trembling, the grip on the handgun tightening.