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"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."

BEEEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"WHAT THE FUCK, YOONGI-HYUNG?!"

"Oh, sorry. Just the traffic. It's been driving me insane." Jimin groans and flops back into his car seat, throwing an arm over his eyes. Yoongi barely spares him a glance.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Jimin merely glares at him. Yoongi chuckles and holds up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry. You know, it's probably best you're awake. Jackson stopped moving about ten minutes ago. He's just down the street." Yoongi then points to a building, but Jimin can't quite determine which he is indicating. Yoongi then manages to turn into a 7-Eleven parking lot. He finds an empty slot and parks his car, grabbing his phone and stepping out. Jimin follows suit.

"I made a few calls while you slept," says Yoongi as the two make their way down the street. "Apparently, Wang's in the middle of a drug deal."

"Alright, Do you want the henchmen or Wang?"

"I'll take Wang. He's gonna pay for what he did. Think you can deal with everyone else?" Jimin scoffs/

"Can I? Yoongi, you know I can." Yoongi chuckles slightly.

"Damn right."

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As the duo approach a pastry shop, Yoongi pulls out two items from his bag. He two items are masks.

One mask covers the eyes and one cheek. It's a pristine while with intricate gold weavings and small crimson highlights. It's the mask that the leader of Buleugi wears on criminal outings to keep their identity a secret. It's purely optional but Yoongi doesn't want to risk the possibility of someone connecting the dots between Min Yoongi and Agust D.

The other mask covers the whole face and is black in color. Red branches reach from one side of the mask and slowly fade as they reach the center. This mask is for the mafiosos of Buleugi.

Yoongi hands Jimin the black and red mask and Jimin puts it on without question. Yoongi does the same and the two step into the pastry shop they had stopped before. The clerk at the front desk looks up, sees the masks the two don, and calls his manager. The manager quickly approaches from a door leading to the kitchen and notices the two men wearing masks in his shop. Realizing who they are, the manager quickly rushes to Yoongi's side and bows next to him. Yoongi remains stoic.

"M-Mr. Min! We weren't expecting your presence today. I apologize, but another group has booked our room for today and-."

"That's fine." Yoongi's voice reeks of authority and determination and cuts through the tense air of the pastry shop. His voice is smooth and sharp and the manager and clerk both shudder slightly at his tone of voice.

"B-But Mr. Min! You mustn't disturb them! They're-"

"Does it look like I care?" Yoongi interrupts. His eyes, visible through the eye holes of the mask he wears, are hot and stern, seeming to burn through the two's souls. "If you really know who I am, you'd be wise to let me through." The pastry shop manager trembles furiously as he answers hesitantly.

"I am w-well aware of your status Mr. M-Min. E-Even so-" Yoongi quickly turns towards the man and bends down to his level, effectively shutting him up. The man casts his eyes to the floor as Yoongi tilts his head to the side slightly.

"Oh, I don't think you know who I really am." He raises the hem of his coat ever so slightly, just enough so that the manager and clearly see the intricate A and C embroidered into the fabric. The man recognizes the symbols the moment he sees them and his eyes widen. Yoongi leans in to whisper in the man's ear.

"Don't tell anyone what you know. You know the consequences." Yoongi stands and takes a step back, a successful smirk on his face and speaks again, this time in his normal voice. "So, about your room..." The manager scrambles to fish a key out of his pocket as he speaks.

"Y-Yes, of course! Right away, Mr. M-Min." He scurries over to a door that most would think leads to a utility closet of some sort and unlocks it before stepping aside to let Yoongi and Jimin in. The two brush past him without a word and make their way down the stairs and before long, they appear before a door. Jimin looks at Yoongi with a grin. Tough Yoongi can't see it due to the mask, he can tell that he's smiling by the way Jimin's eyes crease at the ends.

"Ready to bust this motherfucker?" Yoongi grins an almost sadistic grin.

"Hell, yeah."

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Not five minutes later, Yoongi and Jimin stand in a wide rectangular room with a pile of limp, unconscious bodies in one corner, a large circular table in the middle, and a chair before the table, turned away so that the seat faces the duo. Sitting in the chair, clearly bruised and bloody, is Jackson, seeming to be teetering on the edge of conscious and unconsciousness. This doesn't faze the opposing two, however, and Yoongi speaks first.

"So, Jackson. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way." Jackson spits at Yoongi and starts violently coughing blood the next second. He stops after a moment and his head lops back, the man exhausted.

"Fuck you." Yoongi merely shrugs, an indifferent look on his face.

"Hard way it is." In the blink of an eye, Yoongi has moved to stand directly in front of Jackson. He had moved so quickly that even Jimin's trained eyes had almost missed the movement. Without missing a beat, Yoongi reaches down and rips open Jackson's plain white t-shirt. He steps aside and nods to Jimin, who takes out a small carving knife. Jackson looks on with an expression that's a mix of fear and determination.

Fear of what they'll do to him.

Determination to not give in to the torture.

Jimin slowly approaches the man, twirling the knife between his fore and middle fingers, seemingly taunting him. Jackson, who was merely a runner and small-time grunt worker for EXO, hadn't had much training in resisting interrogation, so when Jimin brought the cool blade to the raw muscle of Jackson's chest, he caved.

"Fine, fine! I'll tell you anything you want to know! Please, just don't hurt me." There's panic and terror in Jackson's eyes, but Yoongi and Jimin could care less. Jimin looks up and Yoongi nods to him once again. Jimin moves to stand behind Jackson, holding the blade dangerously close to the offender's neck. Yoongi bends down so that he's practically standing eye-to-eye with Jackson, resting his hands on his knees for support.

"Who do you work for?" An easy question. One Yoongi already knew the answer to but asked all the same.

"E-EXO."

"Who are your superiors?" Another easy one.

"Mr. K-Kim J-Junmyeon a-and his Board of Exe-cutives-s." Yoongi nods in satisfaction.

"Alright. Now, who ordered you to hurt Jungkook?" Jackson hesitates and Jimin brings the blade to his neck, touching the skin just hard enough to draw a single drop of blood.

"K-Kim Seok-k-j-jin!" he screams. Yoongi freezes when he hears the name. When Seokjin had killed Sir Jeon, Yoongi had thought he was just trying to take advantage of the situation and become a higher power. However, now it seems as if the very man had orchestrated everything.

Yoongi brain thought Seokjin was trustworthy.

Yoongi's gut told him otherwise.

He should've listened to his gut.

Yoongi nods to Jimin once more and Jimin swiftly swipes the blade in his hand across Jackson's neck, the man barely even having the chance to register what had conspired before he drops off the side of the chair, clutching his neck. Not two seconds later, the man starts choking for breath and soon enough, his hands fall to his sides, limp, his eyes blank slates holding no emotion nor life.

"Come on, Jimin. I know where we need to go next." Jimin doesn't hesitate to scurry after the man, quickly matching his pace and the two walk up to and through the pastry shop in sync, their every step radiating confidence, though Yoongi's radiate a bit harsher.

He's a man on a mission, and no one's going to stop him or tell him otherwise.