SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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as slow as he could, hoseok woke blearily. he couldn't remember what had happened, but the shooting pain that tingled up his spine helped him recall last nights activities. he turned to check if yoongi was next to him, but all that was left of him was the outline of his body in the sheets and the faint scent of the man's expensive cologne.

hoseok tutted and lay back down on the bed, humming to himself. part one of his plan was done, but he still had a lot to work on.

"sir, please keep your head in the car."
"ah, do shut up, jin. it's not like everyday you get to experience a car chase." yoongi said, a smile forming once he knew his bullet had punctured the car in front of them; it was slowing down considerably. in the distance there was a blare of police sirens.

"don't forget i am the one who has to keep you alive." the man muttered from in front. "and on top of that, i have to stay alive for you. ugh, i don't get paid enough for this." yoongi started chuckling from his seat but then suddenly yelled.

"seokjin, watch out!" a sleek, black car cut in front of them, grazing the tip of yoongi's own car. jin's reflexes managed to swerve the vehicle left, narrowly missing a fence. jin slammed his foot down on the brake, only to quickly start the car again.
"that motherfucker just damaged my new [insert car name here]." yoongi muttered dramatically.

"yoongi, don't-" jin started to speak but his leader ignored him, shooting once more at the driver, gleefully laughing when he saw the glass shatter under the impact of the small metal bullet that was fired. with quick movement, another bullet found its way through the drivers head and yoongi turned to jin.

"i'll be damned if sehun got away. that bitch owes me more than his pathetic life is worth. where is he?" jin grunted, still visibly pissed off, and pointed with one finger to a van metres away.
yoongi smiled almost maniacally, his eyes crinkling.
"oh my dear sehun, say your last words."

suddenly, a masked face popped out from shattered window, startling the man for a second. he held a pistol in his gloved hand, pointed at yoongi's face. the brunette gasped as he felt the bullet fly past him, only narrowly missing his forehead by mere inches. another shot was fired, this time digging snugly into yoongi's shoulder.

"fuck." the gang leader grasped the spot when the bullet lay, gritting his teeth. he could practically feel the shit-eating grin the sniper held under the mask.
"are you okay sir?" jin asked hurriedly. yoongi nodded quickly, holding his gun tighter.
"i'm fine. go faster- when we capture him i'm gonna take great pleasure in shooting that bastard."
"did you successfully plant the tracker?"
"what kind of question is that? of course i did, i'm not dumb." jin smiled a little, rolling his eyes at the tone of the younger man. he turned the steering wheel to the left, entering a dark alleyway. there was a small tablet next to the wheel, which he turned on as they drove though. a small, red light blinked at them, moving further from their own location.

without hesitation, jin ran the car faster again, frowning when he saw the red light stop.
"min, they stopped." yoongi peered the the screen, confused. did they find out about the tracker?
"just keep going." he ordered, leaning back into his seat. they weren't far, and once they reached their location, their confusion only grew.

"a museum? why the fuck are the inside a museum?" yoongi mused to himself, clicking his teeth.

"it's abandoned." jin responded, looking at the sign that was slowly wasting away with age. yoongi raised an eyebrow and said no more. he got out, cocking his gun and gestured to jin for him to follow.
"isn't it risky to go in with no men?"

"i can wield a gun better than sehun's men can even control their own limbs." yoongi spat.

"and your arm is shot too. it's not safe, yoongi." jin said, pointing at his suit that was soaked through with his blood. he looked at where the older man was pointing and suddenly felt a small pain forming there. the adrenaline was leaving him, and he was finally starting to feel a throb in his right arm.

"i've had worse. let's go." yoongi said gruffly, walking to the museum entrance. jin exhaled loudly at his leaders stubbornness and followed stiffly. he had a nagging feeling that this was going to end up badly.

their footsteps echoed across the walls of the old building, bouncing off and loudly making sound into the distance. the floors were crumbling away and the paint was more grey than white. yoongi kept a sharp eye out for any movement, eying a load of huge boxes that lay untouched in the corner.

"it smells like dry weed." he said slowly, a small smile on his face. "come out sehunnie~ i won't bite."

"well, well, if it ain't the dog of korea. i see you've found me once more." a low voice came from the darkest part of the room, and soon appeared a figure.

"you finally decided to show your filthy face, hm?" yoongi said, his smile only increasing. he studied the boy that was metres away from him. he looked different from before; his face more defined and his hair a dirty blonde, much like yoongi's, contrasting with the tan of his skin. two more men appeared behind him, one holding a mask. the same mask that he saw when he got shot.

"and kai did well to hurt your arm."
"is that all he could do? the motherfucker barely touched me." yoongi sneered, flicking his bangs off his face. with quick movement, he shot straight at kai's head, the man collapsing instantly. he was useless to yoongi and plus, he'd ruined his new suit. one less life to worry about.

sehun gasped, watching the lifeless body of one of his most trusted friends fall with a loud thump, his blood quickly pooling. he looked up, fire in his eyes.
"you'll regret the day you lived, min yoon-fucking-gi." yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, chuckling.

"i already do, baby." with that, he aimed at sehun's foot, a loud bang echoing. the blonde fell to the floor, groaning.

"jin, get that one." yoongi said, nodding over to the other petrified man whose eyes widened when he saw jin approaching him. he took his time in moving to sehun, who was struggling to get up. kicking him squarely in the ribs, yoongi almost pitied sehun.

"pathetic. any last words before your guts are lying on the floor, spelling my name?" sehun looked up at him, pulling his middle finger up. just as yoongi was going to step down on sehun's skull, he got a call.

"for fucks sake.." he muttered, taking it out and answering angrily, "what the hell do you want?"

"mr.min, we can't find the man in your room."

"what do you mean?" yoongi diverted his attention to his phone for a second.

"sir, we mean jung hoseok has escaped."

note:
lolololol i've been so shitty recently with updating this ff. i got writers block and my life has been kinda hectic but now i have more free time so hopefully ??? there ??? will ??? be ??? more ???updates ???

also, what do you think our babie yoongay will do after this call? or has hoseok really escaped?