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yoongi gripped his phone and frowned further, gritting his teeth. sehun groaned again from under his polished shoe and received a harsh kick from yoongi.
"are you sure? have you looked everywhere for him?" he growled into the phone, hearing his secretary swallow hard before replying with a meek, "yes".

scowling, yoongi hung up, looking down at the man who lay under him, squirming. he tucked his gun to his side and grabbed sehun by his silky locks, spitting into his open mouth.
"swallow, bitch." sehun quickly abided to the order and closed his eyes, awaiting to be struck by the shorter male. instead, yoongi threw him to the ground and adjusted his suit, turning back to sehun who was shaking.

"don't think you've been let off easily. you're lucky i'm not even hurting you that badly. i'm giving you 48 hours, baby. 48 hours to pay me back. i know where your lovely mother lives, and i may have to pay her a little visit if i don't get it by the deadline." sehun paled at the mention of his mother. he nodded frantically, blubbering out nonsense like; 'yes sir, will do.' or 'i won't disappoint you.'

yoongi smirked and started to walk away when jin spoke.
"what do i do with this one?" he held a wide-eyed man in his firm arms, who started crying when yoongi turned.
"p-please let me live- i have a wife and two sons- they need me, i can't-" yoongi raised his hand, flinching slightly when the burning pain of his wound throbbed again.

"leave him. i don't want a pussy like him in my gang and he hasn't done anything." jin nodded and let go, speedwalking to his leader to see if he could help in any way, knowing that the bullet in his shoulder hurt. yoongi rejected his help with a glare and walked away.

he had more important things on his mind than some stupid bullet wound. things like jung hoseok.

meanwhile, hoseok wasn't lost, nor did he escape. well, not yet anyway. he was well hidden in his bed. see, it was the type that can slide up, so you can store things in it. the maids only realised he was gone when they came to collect him so that he could have breakfast. the poor girl had a panic attack, bursting into tears and running out. additionally, he'd covered the camera in his room with a shirt and left the window wide open. it was perfect set-up.

it was warm inside the compartment, and hoseok slowly fell asleep once more. hours later, he woke up to the sound of glass smashing and a mans voice yelling.

"how could you loose him? i was gone for a few hours for fucks sake! because of you idiots, i didn't get my money back from sehun." quickly and silently, hoseok got out from his hiding spot and put on the calmest face he could manage. it was a little hard, since his heart was racing. what would yoongi do if he didn't believe him?

this suddenly didn't seem like a very good idea.

"what's wrong, yoongi-ah?" hoseok said softly, pretending to rub his forehead. his hair was messy from being in such a confined space. yoongi's cold eyes darted from a scared woman to him and they instantly softened.

"hoseok, where were you?" the older man stormed over to him, still visibly angry. he turned to the woman again and scowled. "you said he escaped."

hoseok piped up, a small smile on his face. "i was just in the toilet." the woman's mouth fell open at the lie.
"b-but we checked all-"
"obviously not, since you didn't find me." hoseok said. he didn't want to put the blame on her, but he had no other choice.

"what are you even good for? god-" hoseok took yoongi's hand and tugged it, the elder turning back to face him.
"it's okay, yoonie. it was a honest mistake. she'll learn from it, right?"

at the cute nickname hoseok had given, yoongi's face reddened noticeably. it appeared prominently against his pale skin, and hoseok nearly laughed.

it was so easy. his plan was falling into place with him even trying. yoongi took one more, doubtful look at the maid before turning and walking away from the two, his cheeks burning.

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