【p r o m i s e】 【BTS FF】

【4】

"You should go home. It's gonna get real ugly real fast."

3rd P.O.V

With a dark mind and bad intentions hoseok went to Jackson wang's home. Not having any other choice, of course. It was either his life or Jackson's. And as much as he loved his friend, he loved his life a bit more. But why still lingered in his head.

Why Jackson?

What the hell did you do?

Why did namjoon give me this task?

Fuck Jackson why are you making me do this?

With a heavy heart and gun in hand hobi, the best assassin the Oleanders had to offer, parked his truck across the street of a decent white house. Jackson's home. But before he could even open his door shots where fired.

He quickly ducked down, the sounds of a gun still going off.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Glass was flying everywhere. Creating little visible cuts on hobi's arms, hands, and face. He stayed down. Waiting. When the gunner reloads his
Gun. That's when he'll make his move. After a few seconds the sound stopped. And with it, the whole world.

Hoseok's P.O.V

I jump out of my truck and run towards jacksons house. My heart beat pounding in my ears. My eyes wild, looking for the maniac that dared to shoot at me. My body alert, ready to attack those who come in my way. I draw my gun and kick the front door down.

Clothes, furniture, blood, lots of blood where everywhere. What the he- "p-please"

I turned to the shaking voice . There stood Jackson, gun in hand. Shaking just as much as his plea. "P-please i didn't mean to. they threatened m-my family.....my little g-girl." His eyes where bloodshot red. Clothes dirty and wrinkled. The once nicely groomed man stood before me, a total mess. Concern filled my chest. He's still my friend after.

"Jackson" I mustered up my calmest voice. "put the gun down now and we'll talk."

He shakes his head rapidly. "No. I cant let them kill t-them hobi. they're all I got."

"What did you do Jackson? Who has them?"

"T-they wanted information." And like that, as if that one sentence held all the strength he left, he collapsed. Tears free falling, body shaking. And sobs were the only thing heard.

My eyes widened shit. Is that why namjoon wants him dead.

I rush over to him. "Jackson." I take the gun out of his grip. "Who wanted information?"

"They took them hobi." He whispered. "they took them."

I drag Jackson onto the dirty couch that sat at the far corner of the once lively living room. That's nothing more than a place that holds haunted memories. Knowing I wasn't going to get much more out of him I  walked towards the rooms. Searching for anything that'll help me solve this. Nothing.  No clue, no sign absolutely nothing. Until I reached the master bedroom. My first clenched.  My heart feels as if it'll explode with anger.

The sol mafia.

There in all its pride and glory. In bright blood red was a sun spray painted on the white wall.