Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Thirty Three

V entered the club, dressed casually. His hands were in his pockets as he looked around, his eyes scanning everything around him, trying to locate his target.

Hoseok was waiting outside of the club for him. Three and a half months were enough for the two assassins to decide that Jungkook and Jin had lowered their guards enough to strike. V would enter the club, grab a drunk Jungkook and exit the club with him under the guise that he needed help to get away from Hoseok, or maybe came back for a little fun like he’d had with Jin the other night.

Either way, V would leave with Jungkook and hand him over to the Russian mafia and then go off with Hoseok and not have to worry about the man ever again.

Of course, V still felt a little guilty, knowing that Jungkook had been one of his lovers. So he and Hoseok had made sure what the Russians wanted Jungkook for...and they wanted him for a  job, that was it. They wondered why they had called Pops for a kidnapping to get Jeon, but they quickly realized that Jeon was on top of the food chain in Korea, and he’d already refused the job from the Russians.

They weren’t exactly happy about it, because they needed his specific skill set or something, and if they kidnapped him and forced him to do the job, then they would send him back and all would be well.

Taehyung thought that it was kind of stupid, but it would get Jeon out of his hair for awhile, and hopefully show him that he wasn’t interested, therefore Jeon would leave him alone. V would give him over, having kidnapped him and hopefully showing him that he didn’t want anything to do with him and he would be able to live happily with Hoseok.

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V winked at the bodyguard at the door, the man blushing profusely at the sultry look and the dirty words the man had just said to him.

He walked right into the club, his shoulders squared back and his head held high. His eyes scanned the room slowly, taking in every detail, trying to locate his target.

There. V spotted Jeon slumped over the counter, seated in a bar stool, nursing a drink in his hand. He eyes were downcast, and he didn’t look very happy, in fact, he looked miserable. His hair was disheveled, dark circles were present underneath his eyes, his shirt was wrinkled, his tie askew around his neck...he looked like a hot mess.

V smirked and walked right up to him, briefly closing his eyes, before stepping up behind him and slowly running his hand over Jeon’s arm. The man looked up immediately, a scowl present on his face, but then his eyes widened, his mouth open in shock.

“T-Taehyung.” V noted how his voice was slurred, how his eyes were a bit unfocused.

“Oh baby, look at you.” V pouted, running a hand over the faint stubble on Jungkook’s chin. “What happened?”

“Y-you left…”

“I’m sorry. Hobi...Hobi left me alone and I made a run for it. I just..I want to go home, please? I need to go home, I need to be safe.” Jungkook nodded dumbly, immediately getting up from his seat, slightly stumbling as he pulled Taehyung towards the exit.

Jungkook walked out into the night, V trailing behind him, his pace slower. And suddenly, he stopped walked, causing Jungkook to jerk back. “What’s wrong?”

“This way.”

“The apartment is this way though—“ Jungkook was cut off by hands around his mouth and his neck. Hoseok stood behind him, holding him, his body pressed against Jungkook’s as he stopped him from moving.

V grinned, facing Jungkook and motioned Hoseok to follow him. They made it to an alley, where Hoseok finally loosened his grip on Jungkook just a bit, before slamming the man into a wall, trapping him there. “Hey, Jeon. You’ve got a pretty price on your head.” Hoseok grinned, turning to glance at V. “Baby Boy, could you contact the contractors for me? Tell them we got the goods.”

V nodded, taking out his phone. But before he could make the call, a hand rested on his shoulder. With furrowed eyebrows, he turned quickly, his eyes widening upon seeing Jimin standing there, a hard look in his eyes. “Taehyung.” He rasped out.

V had been frozen with surprise, and by the time he knocked himself out of it, Jimin had moved forward and snatched the phone from his hands, grabbing the man then, and shoving him into a wall.

“You’re coming back with us.”

“H-Hobi!” V called. But when he turned, he found the assassin backing away from Jin, Jungkook trailing behind, all traces of drunkenness suddenly gone.

Hoseok and V made eye contact.

“You know what to do, baby boy.” Hoseok said.

“Hobi!” V screamed out, but the man was gone already, disappearing into the shadows and leaving V all alone.