☪ GANGSTER ☪

TRIBUS

Yoongi pressed the gun harshly against his temple, dragging it down the side of his jawline as he moves the cherry-flavored sucker from between his lips, licking away the residue the candy left on his lips.

"So? Where is it?" Yoongi removes the gun from the other's head, tilting his head as he waits for an answer from the male tied down tightly to the metal chair. Said male rolls his eyes nonchalantly as he looks around the dirty basement, walls covered in dark red stains and other gadgets hanging along them, chains and all.

"You think this is a joke?" Yoongi squints his eyes before lifting the weapon into the air, bringing it back down against the male's head, causing him to groan in pain as he shuts his eyes. "Just answer the damn question," Yoongi pops the sucker back into his mouth as his circle the chair, setting the gun down on the side table next to the rest of the bloodied gadgets. He moves his hand into the other's hair, shoving his head back as he grits his teeth. "Where's the money, Kihyun?"

Kihyun only spits in the face of the younger, causing Yoongi to gasp and jump back, hand smearing over his cheek. He sighs as he rubs his hand against his shirt. "Fine," Yoongi swipes the gun up in swift movements, it pressed against his forehead in a matter of seconds, index finger pressed lightly against the trigger.

"You have three seconds before I blow your fucking brains out," he seethes. Kihyun only stares at the gang member in anger.

"One."

"Two."

Kihyun stays silent, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

"Three!"

"Yoongi."

Yoongi spins around as a deep voice emits from behind him. Taehyung walks towards the two, hands in his pockets with empty eyes gazing between them.

"I don't think Jimin would like you killing him before you get answers. Didn't he teach you better?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes, docking the gun into the holder that sits against his waist. "How about you do it then, Taehyung? Since you're denouncing me."

"Gladly." A smile reaches the corners of his thin lips, almost creepily. Yoongi sits down in a chair perched in the corner, leg crossing over the other as he leans back. The red haired male hunches over the side table, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Then, another voice speaks for the first time, "Pathetic, you'll get nothing out of me. Why even waste your breath?"

"I wouldn't be so sure, Kihyun." The way he speaks is chilling. His voice too relaxed, as is his face. He turns with a small scalpel in his grasp, causing Kihyun to scoff. "Ah, Mr. Big and Bad, hm?"

Taehyung moves to stand in front of the constrained man, his head cocked to the side. "I'll give you a chance to answer before I really hurt you, Kihyun....where's the money?"

Kihyun only chuckles, spiting out a "fuck you," before relaxing in his restraints. Yoongi watches with eager eyes as Taehyung gives a nonchalant shrug before stepping closer. "Even the smallest of knives can cause the biggest wounds, the most excruciating ones, at least. Ever get a paper cut? Hurt like hell, huh?"

He brings the scalpel closer to Kihyun's face, noticing how the male tries to back away in the slightest. Then, the knife is piercing his skin and Taehyung drags it from his cheekbone to the underside of his jaw. Kihyun screams out, his hands clenching into fists as he wiggles in the chair, although it's no use. Taehyung steps back and smiles in that creepy way he does, scalpel in his hand dripping a bright red liquid. Yoongi raises his eyebrows in amusement as he bites down on the sucker that remained in his mouth, crushing it into tiny pieces.

"Remember where the money is now?" Kihyun smirks. "You think one little cut will make me open my mouth? Think again, dickhead!"

(gore warning)

"Ah, fine...let's find something else then, shall we?" Taehyung sets down the scalpel, replacing the bloody tool with rusted pliers. He then grips the restrained male by the jaw, forcing his mouth open harshly and sticks the pliers into his mouth. Grasping onto his molar, Taehyung rips it out of his mouth and Yoongi only smirks, relishing in the agonizing screams of the tortured boy.

Taehyung takes a closer look at the tooth, gums attached and covered in blood. "I pretty much did you a favor, looks like a cavity was coming in...let's role-play, Kihyun. I'll be the dentist, and you'll be the patient. Except, you stole money from me, pretty accurate, and I'm gonna pull out each and every one of your pretty little teeth until you tell me where it is. Fun, right?"

Kihyun only heaves a sighs with another roll of his eyes, breathing heavily as blood pools in his mouth. "The money?"

Silence.

"Maybe I'll have to sell your teeth on the black market to get our money back, huh?" Taehyung shoves the rusted pliers back into his mouth, removing another tooth as another shriek rings through the air. Yoongi, now standing, walks over to stand beside the red haired boy. "You think I could try, Tae?"

"Gladly. Kihyun, say hello to my assistant, and be nice. Use your manners." He gives a devilish smile as he passes the tool over to Yoongi, stepping to the side. Yoongi moves forward and quickly reaches into Kihyun's mouth without question, ripping another tooth from his gums. He smiles at the pained scream that leaves his blood lined mouth. "That was for spitting in my face, you dick."

Yoongi sets the tooth down next to the other two, sighing as he shakes his head. "You know, these don't grow back. Just answer the question and then you won't have to look all the more idiotic."

"You...both...go rot...in hell." He utters, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You-"

The door suddenly swings open, all heads turning to see Jimin slowly walk in, black hair over his eyes and face gleaming with sweat, splotches of blood staining his pretty face.

"Baby...I thought you were-"

"Did he answer? Where's the money?" Yoongi bites down on his lip, glancing over at Taehyung, so he speaks up instead. "He won't answer, Jimin."

The two watch as Jimin closes his eyes for a few seconds and he breathes slowly before reopening them, his hand running through his disheveled hair. He moves forward again towards Kihyun, dark eyes staring down at him.

"Time's up."

The raven haired male reaches forward, hands on both sides of Kihyun's face, twisting quickly. His neck snaps and his head falls when Jimin removes his hands, eyes staring forward.

He then turns, reaching his hand towards Yoongi. Said male quickly walks towards him, grabbing his hand as he presses himself into Jimin's side. "Taehyung...tell Namjoon, if he wants to fuck with me and try to take what belongs to me...I'll put his fucking head on a stake and feed it to the dogs."