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"TELL ME WHERE THE DAMN FUCKER IS!" The sound of glass breaking reverberates throughout the small house. The house itself is old and abandoned so any damage done to it will not require repairing. Though the house is old and small, it has three floors and from a third floor window, a man's figure, from the waist and up, dangles and squirms, barely held up by an outstretched hand. Below the window, about 24 feet down, stands a set of sharp, deadly, steel spikes that would kill the man, were he to fall the 24 feet and land on them.

Inside the building on the third floor stand two men.

Well, three if you count the man dangling from the windowsill.

The man dangling from the windowsill is a known associate of Jackson Wang, Mr. Kim Jeongseok. The man with a grip on Jeongseok's shirt is Jeon Seewoo. The last man, who stands leaning against the wall opposite the window, arms crossed over his chest with a foot on the wall behind him, is Kim Namjoon. Namjoon harbors a blank, emotionless gaze, while Seewoo harbors one of pure fury. Jeongseok, still dangling, harbors one of cold, raw fear.

"I don't know! I swear, I don't know where he is! We haven't been in touch for years, man! Last I saw him was two years ago when we went out for a beer. Haven't seen him since," yells Jeongseok. Seewoo seems to ponder the words for a while before deciding he doesn't believe them, saying as much.

"I don't believe you~" he says in a singsong voice, shoving Jeongseok further out the window.

Jeongseok screams.

"OK, OK! I'll tell you! Just... let me up, man!" he replies, seeming close to tears. Satisfied, Seewoo hums and brings Jeongseok inside the building. His head and chest still lay out of it, however.

Jeongseok takes a deep breath.

"Ok, last I saw him really was two years ago, that much was true. Nowadays, he leaves me these little notes, like 'Hey, Seok, out on a mission. How many hits you got lately?' or 'Yo Seok, got a hit for you.' Just these little notes about how I'm holdin' up and small talk 'bout his hits. He leaves 'em all over my apartment. Never seen him in or out it." Seewoo and Namjoon share a glance.

"So he just stopped seeing you?"

"Yeah, man."

"Why?"

"Hey, man, I dunno. Been tryna figure that out myself these two years, ya know? I dunno what he up to, man. Will you let me go now?" Seewoo sighs.

"And you really don't know where he is?"

"I've told ya everythin' I know, man. I dunno where he is, but last I checked, he lived in this beat apartment building down Beobjo-Ro and Docheong-Ro. Apartment 9B." Seewoo looks Jeongseok hard in the eyes before hefting him up and over the windowsill, into the building. With a sob, Jeongseok crumbles to his knees and begins to kiss the ground, mumbling about how good it feels to be standing on solid ground again. Namjoon and Seewoo sigh and shake their heads in unison before making their way out of the building. They climb into the Toyota Rav4 that had been waiting for them outside the house and Namjoon starts the car up before directing the car towards the Jeon Mansion.

"Back to the mansion, I assume?" he asks.

"Yes. When facing an adversary like Wang, one must be prepared with ammunition and firepower. We head back, stock up, and beat the living crap out of Wang." Namjoon can't help but smile.

"Yes, Sir."

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When the two got back to the mansion, the first thing they did was head to the med bay to check up on Jungkook's condition.

"How is he?" asks Namjoon as he walks into the large room. Hoseok, who had previously been flipping through a medical report on another patient, looks up. He sets down the file and walks over to Jungkook's side, where Seewoo has already taken a seat and holds one of Jungkook's hands in his. Jungkook lies unmoving in the small cot, a peaceful expression gracing his face. Hoseok sighs and doesn't face Namjoon or Seewoo, keeping his head held down, looking over Jungkook's comatose body.

"Well," he starts. "He hasn't woken up yet." Namjoon's hopeful gaze deflates while Seewoo remains indifferent. "His cuts have all but healed over and the wound on the side of his head is healing nicely. His ribs are nowhere near healed but broken bones don't heal overnight." Namjoon nods.

"How many are broken?"

"Three."

"What about his thigh?"

"Only fractured. It's also healing nicely, though."

"And his abdomen?"

"The shrapnel didn't pierce anything, luckily. Had to stitch it up. It'll take a while, but it'll heal." Namjoon nods once again, thanking Hoseok for the information. With one last glance at Jungkook, Namjoon makes his way out of the med bay, going to collect his gear for the upcoming raid on Wang's place.

Seewoo doesn't watch Namjoon leave and remains stoic by his son's side. Finally, his hard expression softens and he leans over to kiss Jungkook on the forehead. He remains in that position for a minute and when he sits straight, his cold exterior returns and he proceeds to stalk out of the med bay, heading to his office.

Having seen the interaction, Hoseok can't help but pity them and sends a pitying glance Jungkook's way.

"I'll find a way to wake you, Jungkook. Just you wait."

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In his office, Seewoo slaves away at loading guns, cocking barrels, and stocking up on ammunition. He's so preoccupied with the task that he doesn't hear Seokjin approach.

"Sir Jeon," he simply states. Seewoo startles and turns to face him.

"Oh, it's only you, Seokjin. What can I do for you? Make it quick, Namjoon and I are about to storm (Area 51) Wang's place." He quickly resumes what he was doing before Seokjin stepped in. Seokjin draws in a breath.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Seewoo turns around with a confused expression.

"What?" he asks simply.

"See," starts Seokjin as he slowly strides towards Seewoo. He stops only when he is face-to-face with Seewoo, their noses only millimeters apart.

"Wang's a very important person." Seokjin subtly reaches for his back pocket, drawing something out of it.

"We mustn't disturb him," he says with a flair of finality. Seewoo gasps and stares incredulously at Seokjin as blood slowly begins to drip from the corner of his mouth. He looks down only to find an intricately carved knife handle protruding from his chest.

"Wha-what? S... Seokjin?" he slurs.

"Sorry, boss." Seokjin leans down to whisper in Seewoo's ear. "Business is business." He draws away from Seewoo as he falls backwards onto his desk, limp.

Dead.

Seokjin brushes his hands together and reaches up to fix his suit, letting out a long sigh.

"Don't take this the wrong way, boss." He spreads his hands as if to say, it is what it is. "Nothing personal."

Suddenly, Seokjin's body stiffens and falls forward to rest on top of Seewoo's corpse.

"Yeah," huffs Taehyung, a metal bat in hand. He had swung it and hit Seokjin in the back of the head, having snuck up on him and seen the whole ordeal.

"It's nothing personal."

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The entire time I was writing that last scene, I kept imagining it was a scene from Gotham. Like, Nygma's Seokjin, talking with Bullock (Seewoo)/threatening his life or something, and then Gordon walks in and shoots him or something. Anyone else think that?