No More Dream - Bts Mafia

chapter three

Kim Namjoon sat at his desk in his newly furnished office. Looking over at the calendar, it was August 17th, today marked three years after their first real robbery.

The boys celebrated this day like a holiday, because it was an event that was very important to all of them.

Namjoon reminisced about that day, leaning back in his leather chair; hands running through his once-neatly-styled-but-now-messy hair. He remembered it like it was yesterday, the special day they had all found their own personal talents and specialities to get the job done.

He knew he would be the leader from the start, he was always the one planning things in the friend group and taking care of the others, despite being in the middle between ages.

Seokjin and Yoongi were the only other obvious ones. Seokjin had a thing for being in control, so he was granted the underboss. Another job he had was taking care of money business. Had to gamble? Call Seokjin. Lost some money through a deal? Call Seokjin. He was the money man after all.

Yoongi had been working with technology and programming for the majority of his life, so you could say he knew his way around a firewall. He called himself 'the god of cyber crimes' and was their deemed hacker. This made him the consigliere (right hand man) because of how important his job was to the group. If they didn't have a hacker on that memorable day, they would've been in prison right now.

The bosses daydream got ruined when his door slammed open. What the hell? He thought.

In walked Kim Taehyung with a smug look on his face. He didn't need to be proud of himself to look like that, he was just cocky.

"Namjoooon! Our beloved boss and leader, how are you?" Taehyung asked, taking a seat in front of the desk that sat before Namjoon.

"What did you do?" Namjoon asked, highly annoyed already. He knew Taehyung was already trying to sweet-talk him, but he wasn't good at it.

"Why do you always think I did something wrong when I come in here like this, I just wanted to tell you happy anniversary, obviously!" Taehyung exclaimed and smiled gently. His boxy smile threw the older off for a second, but Namjoon quickly resumed the conversation.

"Happy anniversary to you too, Taehyung. Now why are you in here?"

"Okay you caught me," Taehyung answered, and Namjoon gave him a look as to say, 'Yeah I know.'

"Go on," Namjoon insisted, and motioned with his hand for Taehyung to continue.

"So, the job I had to take down some high end dealer on the west side, you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes, and?"

"Well I hired an associate to go with me. Actually, he practically begged me to take him with. Kept going on about some 'destiny' it was for him to go."

Namjoon nodded his head in response. "What else?"

"Well, I kinda shot in the head," Taehyung ended, putting emphasis on the 'kinda.'

"Kinda? Shot him in the head?" Namjoon asked, rubbing his temples so he didn't yell.

"Sorry Boss, but he got on my nerves. Big time. Even tried to touch my gun!"

"Oh jesus...where's the body? You know Taehyung, just because you're a hitman doesn't mean you can go around killing anybody you want."

"It's with Seokjin and Jimin right now, they're calling Taeyong to take care of it. And I know, it was a one-time-thing. I swear it won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't," Namjoon cautioned. It took him a second to realize what Taehyung said at first. "Wait, they're calling Taeyong? Of NCT?" Namjoon asked, his voice raising with every word.

"Y-yeah. I guess so. Evidently Seokjin made a deal with him awhile ago, and now it's time for Taeyong to return his part of it."

"What the fuck," Namjoon swore. He lifted up his body from the leather chair beneath him, hands in fists on top of the table. "He made a deal with another mob, never mind our competition, without telling me?"

Taehyung was frightened by Namjoon's sudden anger. He wasn't the type to explode so easily, but he figured Namjoon had just had enough. He stood up, as well, not wanting Namjoon to tower over him.

"Tell Seokjin to came in here immediately," Namjoon said, his voice now calm but sharp.

"Yes boss," Taehyung replied and left the room in a flash.

Seokjin and Jimin were in the autopsy room in the level b basement floor, which was quit a trip from Namjoon's office on the fourth and final floor of their mansion.

"Damn it Jin. You really had to make Namjoon upset on our anniversary?" Taehyung said to himself quietly in the elevator.

Surprisingly, Seokjin was one of the most rebellious out of all the boys, despite being the underboss. Taehyung couldn't help but think he only got that position because Namjoon had the hots for him. Seokjin was always breaking rules, and Namjoon let it slide more than he should've.

Once Taehyung got to the floor they were on, he stepped out of the elevator and walked down the dark hallway. Why was it dark? Well, when working on the basement floor, Jungkook had mentioned giving it a creepier feeling and tone. No one disagreed, so his suggestion was put into the final plans. Taehyung laughed at the memory of this.

Once he got to the right room, he placed his thumb on the lock pad above the door handle, and the metal door opened with ease.

"Ayo, money man," Taehyung called out to Seokjin sitting on a stool next to Jimin. "Boss wants you, now."

"Well jeez, Taehyung. I wonder why," Seokjin said sarcastically, getting up from his stool. "You didn't happen to mention Taeyong, did you?"

Taehyung let out a little laugh to Seokjin's question. "Mayyyybe," he said shyly.

"Ah, fuck you," Seokjin gasped, walking past Taehyung and out the door.

Taehyung took his spot next to Jimin, who was staring blankly at the table the corpse previously laid on before they moved it into a freezer.

"Thanks," Jimin murmured to Taehyung.

"For?"

"Killing him. He was annoying."