Mafia

13

Taehyung's P.O.V

"Jimin, what happened?", I went to him and grabbed his wrist again, but he winced and pulled his hand away.

"Nothing."

"Then why do you have an ice pack? And a cast?", I picked up the bag.

"I told you, I fell."

"No. I know you're lying. I shouldn't have let you go.", I ran my hands through my hair.

"Don't worry about it."

"No. I'm calling Jungkook.", I grabbed my phone.

"No! Er. Nothing happened. Please don't call him."

"Tell me what happened then."

"I fell! Over a rock."

"Yeah, ok.", I rolled my eyes and went to my contacts to find Jungkook's number.

Jimin looked down and rubbed his wrist.

"Jungkook. What happened to Jimin's wrist? What do you mean you don't know? He's fricking hurting and whoever hurt my best friend is hurting me. So what happened? Tell Yoongi he better not touch Jimin. Bye.", I hung up the phone.

"What did he say??

"He said he didn't know what happened. But then he said you fell outside."

"That's what happened!"

"Fine. Let me put your cast on.", I took the cast out and wrapped it on Jimin's wrist.

"How are you not crying right now?", I asked him.

"Come on. I'm used to pain, remember?"

I nodded slowly. I almost forgot he had a pain in the ass "father".

"Alright. Be careful Jimin. Ok?"

He nodded and took some chocolates out of the bag.

"Who got you all of this?"

"...Yoongi."

"Hm. He cares about something for once?"

He shrugged, "I guess."

"I need to go work my shift. Do not leave this couch. I don't want you to mess up your wrist even more.", I grabbed my keys and headed out.

--

Someone's P.O.V

"So... his name is Kim Taehyung, right?"

"Yes, boss. And this is his apartment."

"No shit. We're at his apartment."

"Sorry.. But hear this boss.. he lives with someone else."

"Who?"

"His name is Park Jimin. They are friends. And, our boy said he has been seen hanging out with Min Yoongi."

"Ah, Yoongi. I forgot about him."

"He helped out Jeon. Jeon is his boss. So, we should be targeting the both of them."

"Oh, I know. We're targeting all of them. Kim Namjoon, Kim SeokJin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Jeon Jungkook. All 5 of them."

"When boss?"

"When the right time hits."

The two watched the boy walk to his car.

"Hm. Jeon sure got a pretty one."

"He sure did, boss."

"He has an apron on. Why?"

"I think he works at that coffee shop over there."

"Well, let's go drive to that coffee shop."

The two left the apartments.

--

Jungkook's P.O.V

I hit the punching bag repeatedly that Yoongi was holding for me.

"Damn. You mad?", he asked as I hit it again.

"No.", I took off my gloves and took a break.

(I don't know what them things are called so ima call them gloves.)

I took off my shirt and let the sweat from my face drip down onto my abs.

I drank out of my water bottle and droplets of water fell on my grey sweatpants.

"Yoongi. I don't know what to do."

"What you mean?", he sat down by me on the cold gym floor.

(there is a gym in their house.)

"Should I tell Taehyung I killed his mom?"

"No. He'll fucking hate you, dude."

"Yeah but he'll hate me if someone finds out."

"That's on you. Plus, you shouldn't be worried about some boy anyway.", he stood up and stretched.

"Oh yeah? What about shorty?"

"Jimin?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"You seem worried about him.", I got up and started to stretch with him.

"Nah. a buddy, that's all."

"Mhm."

Yoongi kicked the back of my leg, "Shut up."

I laughed and we finished working out.