☪ GANGSTER ☪

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( please read the end note, I know some of y'all don't)

Jimin jumped out of the car before it came to a full stop, grabbing the two guns strapped to his side. The men dressed in black went running after Jimin with their own firearms, while Taehyung only walked out the car calmly, only a single butcher's knife in his grasp.

Jimin kicked the door open with full force, a dark look dancing in his eyes. Heads turned and everything went silent, besides the muffled music coming from one of the doors. A smirk poked at the males lips.

One shot, then two, three. Jimin walked through the halls guns blazing, shooting at everyone in sight. Innocent or not, the only thing he thought of was his previous baby. It was scary, clearly it was. Jimin's black hair fell over his eyes which carried hatred and violence.

He was out of ammo.

Not a problem, he thought. Jimin ran up to the male hiding behind the wall and punched him square in the nose. He was stunned enough when he fell onto the ground for Jimin to stomp down on his neck, breaking it. Another came up behind him and put him in a choke hold. Jimin, being the adrenaline filled beast he was at the moment, yelled in anger, continuously hitting the person behind him in the gut until he let go. He lifted his arm, bringing his elbow down harshly against the gasping males temple, knocking him out instantaneously.

Taehyung then came through the door, walking past the dead bodies.

"Hmph." The red head looked up to see a tall man holding a gun towards him. "What're you going to do with that little knife, huh?" The man chuckled. Taehyung only smiled a body smile, confusing the other. Suddenly, he ran forward, catching the man off guard as he shot the weapon. The bullet grazed Taehyung's shoulder, but he kept running, knocking the gun out of the man's hand. With a quick kick, Taehyung broke the man's leg, chuckling insanely with the shrill scream that escapes his throat. Speaking of throat, Taehyung bends down as the man tends to his, now broken, limb and slashes the knife against it. The man falls back and dogs his fingers in his throat, only to cause more excruciating pain and the gap to open wider, more blood spilling from the wound. With one final gurgle, the man dies and Taehyung sighs in disappointment.

"Maybe next time...oh, nevermind." He chuckled.

Jimin was surrounded by limp bodies with his men lingering behind him, panting as blood decorated his face in a crimson paint. "Look for Yoongi, quickly..."

They searched and searched. There was no one, no one alive, at least. Taehyung came up behind the blood splattered leader, tapping his shoulder. He was met with a gun to the face, only centimeters away, however, he didn't flinch. Jimin sighed and shoved the gun back into the holster.

"Yoongi isn't here, Jimin. Neither is Namjoon."

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Jin came back into the room where Namjoon sat, cuddling up next to him. "Everyone is dead..."

Namjoon ran his fingers through Jin's hair, shrugging. "It was supposed to happen sooner or later. The only thing that matters is that Yoongi is here."

Jin sat up and pushed Namjoon's hand away, scoffing when Namjoon gives a confused look. "It's always Yoongi this and Yoongi that, I'm your fucking husband for God's sake!" Jin never yelled. He was the sweet and quiet type. Soft spoken and had the prettiest smile. Rarely every cussed. It wasn't too surprising when Namjoon was caught off guard.

"Baby," Namjoon sat up and reached for his hand, only for it to be slapped away. "You know I love you, it's just Yoongi-"

Jin yelled in aggravation and walked out of the door, making sure to slam it behind him. He was so angry and he didn't know what to do, he's never been so upset before. It was just building up, it was always Yoongi that Namjoon spoke about. What about him?