☪ GANGSTER ☪

QUAТТOR

"Kihyun is dead."

Namjoon crossed his hands in front of his face, eyes dark in anger, in frustration and in impatience. He then sat back, legs spread as his arms rest against the top of the sofa that settles in the corner of the smoky room. The smell of weed and alcohol slithered it's way throughout the entire trap house, seeping into their clothes. Muffled music sounded from the opposite side of the door and Namjoon sighed contently.

He gazes up towards the male who stands before him, "There's also a message for you."

"And it is...?"

Hoseok sighs before speaking, throat clearing, "He said, specifically, that if you want to 'fuck around' and 'take what's mine' then he'll...put your head on a stake and feed it to the dogs."

Namjoon laughs bitterly and he rolls his eyes in disinterest. "Fuck that, it's time, I'm done waiting."

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Yoongi was heading down the street, hips swaying as he scrolls through his Instagram feed wearily. The corner store was a few minute walk from Yoongi and Jimin's shared home, and he was feeling incredibly hungry even if it was only the early morning hours.

It was cold and he hugged the small jacket he had on closer to his body, silently scolding himself for not getting a bigger one. It was still dark and the street lights only did little justice for the male as he had to squint to see the illuminous lights from the small store just down the road.

Suddenly, the sound of a roaring articulated from behind him, but of course, he paid little attention to such sound. Although it was just a tad bit unusual as it was extremely early. Now seeing the car, he stops in his tracks as it comes to a speedy halt only a few feet in front of him, hand instinctively going to the gun that rests against his hip.

The back door opens and for a while, nothing happens. It's quiet, only the sound of Yoongi's slow breathing and the car's engine heard. "What..."

Then, a figure comes out of the car, two, then three and Yoongi begins to back track, before running off. Not a chance in hell will he just stand there and watch what's to come. He hears hurried footsteps behind him, closer and closer and he curses to himself. Yes, Yoongi was strong. Yes, he was also smart. But, damn, why couldn't he be agile as well?

A hand grabs at his arm and yanks him back harshly. The blonde hits the ground, letting out an 'oof'. Then it happens fast and suddenly, Yoongi is in the trunk of a speeding car.

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Sorry this was shorter than the
normal chapter length, the
next chapter will be longer. I'm
also sorry for the long wait 😔
(Not proofread)
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