short range || k.th x j.jk

VI

Jeongguk dropped his gun, joining it on the floor as he fell down onto his knees. A single tear slid down his pale face.

"Taehyung?"

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TAEHYUNG'S POV

I knew Jeongguk was here, I knew he would react the way he did, yet I can't help but feel a sensation of guilt bubble within my soul.

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."W-why Taehyung?" He asks me though sobs.

I watch him silently as my white mask slides to the floor.

I take notice that his weeping is the only sound, the agents staring dumbfounded at Jeongguk's crumbled state. I look over at Yoongi, seeing his unamused expression.

"W-what the hell is going on!" I identify the voice as agent Park Jimin. "First Hobi-hyung is a double agent, and now Jeongguk has some relationship to South Korea's most notorious assassin?!"

"If you have killed this lowly agent, this wouldn't happen now wouldn't it?" Yoongi-hyung spoke, causing to have all eyes on him.

In habit, Jeongguk tilted his head. "Wh-what do you mean?" He asks as his eyes diverted between me and hyung.

"Why don't you ask your Tae about it? Didn't your "fatherly figure" teach you how not to trust others easily?" Yoongi-hyung stated, making me look at Namjoon who displays a weary face.

"Tsk. tsk. Namjoon ~ I thought you were much much better than what I thought." He added, laughing maniacally right after.

AUTHOR'S POV

As Yoongi steals everybody's attention, one particular man is now slowly sneaking up to his old hyung. Jimin payed attentive care that nobody sees him lingering around the unlit part of the warehouse.

Hoseok was positioned a few feet from Jin, in the perfect spot for Jimin to attack. He held his gun with both of his hands, and positioned his head to be in eye-level with his gun range.

As Jimin was about to pull the trigger, a muffled gunshot echoed through the tense warehouse. In a split second, Jimin's gun flew from his grip.

Jin was standing feet apart, his finger releasing the trigger of his favourite sniper while still having his eyes focused on the scene in front of him. Unfortunately, Jin had caught all of his actions from his peripheral vision.

Jimin laid his eyes on the quiet man. "How could he have done that without even looking?" Jimin asked to himself. Meanwhile, Jin silently tsked at himself, "Damnit, my aim is off, I wanted to get him in the heart." he murmurs quietly to himself.

Jimin was too focused on Jin's presence that he forgot of Hobi's existence. A grand error.

"Jiminie~ I taught you to never take your eyes of your enemies!" He yells as he throws a kick, the force of it throwing him a few feet back. He could feel tears brimming at the edge of his eyes. He rapidly blinked them back, he refused to cry. Not in front of Hoseok, especially not in front of Hoseok.

FLASHBACK

Jimin breathed heavily as he sat against the concrete walls of the training room. He tugged harshly at his dyed orange locks, letting out a groan of frustration. He didn't notice someone walk into the room.

"What's the matter?" A voice startles him. Jimin looks up, seeing a young man, older than him, looking down at him.

"I..." Jimin contemplated whether or not he should spill his issues to this stranger. "I can't do the move I want to.. no matter how many times I've tried to."

The man above him shifts, ruffling his brown hair. "I can teach you it if you'd like... which move is it?"

"The windmill kick"

"Oh! I'm a pro at it! Stand up, stand up! I'll teach you!" His laughter bounced off the grey walls, giving the dull training room a sense of life.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, but call me Hobi!" He smiles wide, his mouth creating a heart shape. I adored his ability to create such happiness.

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

END FLASHBACK

Namjoon was quick on his feet. Right after Jimin's harsh landing, he helped him recover his stance. A whispered "Thanks" came out from Jimin's quivering lips. Oh, how hard his trying not to let his tears stream down.

A hyung that he always goes to in times of despair is now a wild stranger. "Was he ever my hyung?" Jimin questions, as he held Namjoon's hand for balance.

"Baby baby, why would you attack on impulse? You think I would have a weakling by my side? You underestimate what the mafia is capable of. What a bad baby boy." Yoongi spoke fast but clearly, as he made his way towards them.

"Bad boys get punished." He added but now he made sure he dragged his words with a grin plastered in his face.

"Step a foot near us and you will have your head blown." Namjoon threatened.

"Aaahhh. I'm so scared, I'm shaking." Yoongi mockingly replied as he took another two steps.

Namjoon aimed his gun at Yoongi, as did Jimin. Immediately, Hoseok pulled out his duel pair of guns and aimed it at the agents.

Jin walked towards Namjoon as he quickly slinged his sniper to his back and pulled his extra gun from his hip strap.

Hoseok made his way to Yoongi and Jimin who were staring intently at each other. He stood in between the two, forming an acute triangle as he transferred his aim to Jimin.

"Now this is interesting~" Yoongi smiles viciously, pulling out his own silver gun.