Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

5

Hoseok hummed to the song currently playing on the radio, as he drove in the cold winter afternoon.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, unlocking his phone with the other hand.

He checks his notifications and discovered that the spy had sent him the locations of the cameras with pictures. He replied quickly with a 'got it' and dialed Namjoon's number.

He picked up at the second ring.

"Hey, Hoseok. I heard you would be done in two days, are you sure that's enough?" Namjoon asked, worry lacing his tone.

Sometimes, Hoseok wondered how on earth this softie became the boss of the highest ranked mafia?

"It's my specialty, Joon." Hoseok rolled his eyes, switching lanes. "Anyways, I wanted to know something. Will I drive all the way to Busan and then kidnap him then drive all the way back here?"

"What? No, of course not. I'll send one of my men to pick him up from your other base in Busan. You just need to hold on to him for a few hours." Namjoon instructed.

"Great. Could you send me his file? I wanna learn more about him." Hoseok was genuinely interested in this Min Yoongi guy. He was somehow...

Different.

"Sure thing." Namjoon spoke, "And one more thing, I'm really thankful, Hoseok. Really."

"No problem. See you, Namjoon." Hoseok ended the call.

-

"Hyung?" Yoongi called out.

Sometimes he really hated this fucking mansion. It was so fucking huge, Yoongi couldn't find anything or anyone there. He even remembered getting lost in its mazes of giant rooms more than just one time.

"Jin hyung?!" Yoongi yelled.

Before he could yell his name one more time, Yoongi heard a snapping noise. Like the one on a camera shutter.

Curious, he creeped up towards the door he heard the noise behind. And pushed the door open just enough to see through.

Through the hairline crack in the door, Yoongi observed Sungjae as he seemed to be taking a selfie...?

"What are you doing, Sungjae?" Yoongi walked into the servants bedroom.

Sungjae flinched and his phone dropped on the marble floor of the bedroom. He fumbled to retrieve the gadget, clicking something on it before answering:

"Oh, sorry sir... I was just um..."

"Yoongi?" Seokjin appeared from behind the door. "You were calling me. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to..." Yoongi's voice trailed off as he thought about why Sungjae was taking pictures. "Sungjae, what were you doing?"

"Sir, I was just umm-" The boy seemed nervous.

"Spit it out." Yoongi commanded.

"Yoongi, chill. He was probably just taking a selfies, he probably has a social life too you know." Seokjin waved him off. "Anyways, come on. What were you telling me?"

Seokjin led Yoongi out of the room, with an arm around his shoulder.

Strange,

How did Seokjin know he was taking pictures? Didn't he arrive after Yoongi caught Sungjae taking pictures?

Yoongi decided to shake off the dumb thought. Why would he need to be suspicious about any of this? Yeah, he was just being stupid.

"Yoongi, you prepared the speech right?" Seokjin asked.