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"We're being shot at!" Taehyung says, ducking behind their van.

"No shit," Jungkook smarts back, keeping his gun ready.

That Morning/ 6am

"I don't owe him jack shit!" Hoseok hollered, phone pressed up against his ear, "I've paid him his worth. What more does he want?"

It was currently 6 in the morning, officially too early for Hoseok's yelling. But the dark haired man could care less.

"Now? Why now?"

"What's Hobi talking about?" Yoongi asked, taking a seat with a cup of freshly brewed black coffee, "Who's he talking to?"

"A co-worker? Maybe."

"None of us have official jobs to have co-workers," Namjoon replied back to Jin's guess.

"Co-worker means someone he works with. So maybe it's another guy that works with guns or bribes."

"Maybe."

"If you all were patient enough we would find out when he gets off the phone," Jimin adds, annoyingly.

And at that moment Hoseok hanged up by throwing the phone against the wall and shattering it. He comes to the kitchen where everybody else is at next.

"Everybody pack. We're going on a road trip," Hoseok announces, "Jungkook, I need help with the guns."

Jungkook basically leaps out of his seat at the mention of guns.

"Why are we packing?" Yoongi decides to ask.

"Apparently I owe a man money."

"So pay him," Yoongi shrugs.

"It's our money. And I don't owe him shit."

"How much is it?" Yoongi asks.

"12 million," Hoseok huffs with anger, "He'll have to kill me first."

"Then he'll be killing all of us," Namjoon confirms, taking a handgun from Jungkook as he was passing them out for the boys to shove in their pants.

"Also ditch the phones, we don't need anyone tracking us. I want to be a surprise," Hoseok smirked at the thought.


The sky was a clean baby blue not a cloud in the sky. It was still early and no one was in sight in the neighborhood. Stacking up 3 bags worth of 8 million dollars in the back of their van wasn't as difficult as they thought. That along with their packed bags that should last them a few days. The van was a 7 passenger, with extra space in the back, and a lifted roof; it was meant for long car rides so they would feel roomy. There was a small flat screen behind the first 2 seats to keep the rest entertained when they didn't get to point guns at others.

"I'm putting the car seat in the back just in case," Jin told Namjoon, just to let someone know.

"I'm sure he won't slip," Namjoon reassured.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."


Yoongi stretched his arms high, yawning while he watched the birdies fly by.

He took a deep breath before speaking, "Daddiessssss."

"He won't slip, huh?" Jin smirked rubbing it in Namjoon's face who sat passenger while he drove, "we're going to have to make a pit stop."

Namjoon rolled his eyes while they were pulling up in front of the gas station. His husband was always right.

"Alright everyone out!" Seokjin exclaims, turning off the engine.

Everyone climbs out while Taehyung helps Yoongi unbuckle.

"Daddyyyy," Yoongi drawls on, "I have to pee."

"Okay come on," Jin grabs his hand while swinging a bag over his shoulder, "we'll be back. Why don't you all get snacks or something."

"And Apple juice!!" Yoongi adds.

"Alright we'll get the baby apple juice," Jungkook assures, giving him a peck on the lips.

Yoongi giggles, skipping along side his Eomma.

"Alright babyboy, can you take off your pants and panties to go pee," Jin instructed, watching carefully as Yoongi struggled to unbutton and unzip his pants.

"Yes Eomma."

"Thank you for being so good prince."

After using the toilet he hopped off and Seokjin replaced his panties with a diaper and his pants with a skirt to make it less noticeable while they were in public.

"You're our baby today," Jin smiled, and Yoongi nodded happily, not having a care in the world.

They exit the bathroom and make their way into the gas station where they found their boyfriends fighting over snacks and drinks.

"Can I get Paw Patrol juice?!" Yoongi asked excitedly, a little too loud. They earned a few glances.

"Yes you can but baby use your inside voice like us, okay?" Namjoon's informed.

"Otay," Yoongi nodded picking out which character he wanted on his juice, he picked Marshal.

It took them a moment to check out then fasten the car seat in the middle seat of the car. All while Yoongi sipped on his drink and held tightly to Hoseok's hand.

"Are yous mad Hobi?"

"Not at you baby, just at the bad guys. Don't worry your little head about it," Hobi bopped his nose and gave him a kiss.

After strapping their baby in, Taehyung taking one side and Jungkook taking the other, they played Paw Patrol on the little tv screen. And Jimin and Hobi climbed into the back.



They arrived at the site several hours later, Yoongi was passed out and every one else was loading their guns.

Hobi was outside the car with Namjoon's standing by while he talked on their only burn out phone. It was not going well by the way Hobi was cursing up a storm.

Not even 20 minutes later a couple cars full of people rode up next to them, also getting out with guns.

"Go stand with them," Jin instructed the remaining boys, "I'll watch Yoongi."

"Okay hyung."

Each one of them gave a kiss to the sleeping prince and muttering 'I love you's while Jin replied with 'be cautious' before they climbed out.

Which is how they ended here.

"We're being shot at!" Taehyung says, ducking behind their van.

Thank god their windows were bullet proof.

"No shit," Jungkook smarts back, keeping his gun ready.

"Fucking kill one of them so they'll leave," Hoseok says, making everyone look at him in shock.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Yes. Fucking kill them. We'll deal with the body, we know how to cover our tracks. Just do it."

They usually never kill unless it's necessary, or it's for money. This is another gang. This could cause an uproar.

"Jungkook line the shot," Namjoon's ordered.

The rest, like just now realizing the realness of their situation, looked to Jungkook.

"Who do I kill?"

"Any of them."

His shot could've been heard miles away.

The man in the blue trench coat collapsed, halting everyone's fire.

"Sir. We need a new plan."

A/N: hope y'all are enjoying the story so far!!

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