Through The Scope || Yoonmin

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Seokjin kept his head held high, his gaze deadly as he stormed down the hall, the male practically exuding rage. Ripping off his mask, Seokjin threw it on the floor and stopped in front of the door to his left, taking a deep breath. Behind the door, voices could be heard.

He cracked his knuckles, opening the door right after and silencing the chatter inside. All eyes fell on him as he stared at the back of Shi-yoon's head, who was looking around quizzically until his eyes fell on Seokjin's.

A second passed, the second of peace and quiet. Then, it was loud again, the peace flowing out the door as tension filled the room. Seokjin dove forward, jumping on Shi-yoon's torso, bringing him to the ground behind where he stood in a harsh fall.

"You son of a bitch!" He screamed furiously, spitting in the male's face and colliding his fist to Shi-yoon's cheek, the punch filled with so much pent up anger and distress. Without any pause, Seokjin repeated the action several times with a scrunched up face.

Shouts erupted around him, men and women begging him to stop, but no one dared to intervene. Drops of blood splattered on his own face, but he didn't see it, didn't feel it, and definitely didn't care for it.

After a few more punches, Seokjin wrapped his hands around Shi-yoon's neck in a grip so tight, you just had to have a reason to be able to grip that tight. His knuckles were white, his hands slightly pink as he did this. Shi-yoon's face became a light shade of pink, his eyes wide.

Shi-yoon finally got a hold of himself, cocking his own fist back and punching the side of Seokjin's jaw, emitting a startled gasp from the younger as he fell off of Shi-yoon and onto his back. As soon as the weight was off his chest and the death grip was off his throat, he gasped for air, his own hand flying to his neck.

Shi-yoon coughed excessively, spitting blood to the left of himself. Moving a little slower, he got back to his feet, glaring down at Seokjin as he sent a kick to the male's side. He gulped down more air as he yelled, "Fucking bitch!" The side of his face had quite a bit of blood running down his face to his neck, but not enough to be concerning. Other than that, there were hand prints around his neck, along with some nail indentations, and his bloody nose.

As soon as he had pulled his leg back to kick again, Seokjin pulled his gun off his thigh strap, aiming it at Shi-yoon's head in a swift second while he wiped at his barely bloody lip with his fingers.

"I'm the bitch? I'm the bitch?! You put an innocent child in danger!" Seokjin scooted himself backwards, hitting someone's foot with his back. Once he felt that, he pulled himself to his feet, letting out a laugh of disgust as he walked backwards over to the door, keeping his gun aimed at the male in the center of the room.

Shi-yoon only watched Seokjin with anger, his hand itching to pull his own gun, but he knew not to endanger his life. Or, further, anyway.

"That was the final straw, Shi-yoon. I'm over it." Seokjin thumbed the safety off, but as soon as he rested his finger on the trigger, all air was knocked out of his lungs. Seokjin was sent to the floor in front of Shi-yoon, face first, with a grunt and a heavy weight on his back.

Namjoon was breathing heavily, holding his knee to Seokjin's lower back as he grabbed the gun off the floor, putting the safety back on and tossing it somewhere else in the room. He used his hands to hold Seokjin's wrists together behind the male's back, not allowing him to move at all. "Sorry I'm late! Traffic!"

Shi-yoon smirked down at Seokjin, who was struggling against Namjoon's hold with mixed emotions. It was hard to tell of he was going to curse or scream, but right now he was just groaning. "Oh no, I think you came at the right time. He was really going to execute me! And without Park's approval!"

Shaking his head in disapproval, Namjoon clenched and unclenched his jaw, sending a look around the room. "Clear the room. Shi-yoon, leave first."

Shi-yoon nodded with a fake frown, not forgetting to kick Seokjin's shoe on his way out, which resulted in Seokjin shouting, "Pussy!"

Once the room was empty, excluding Namjoon and Seokjin, Namjoon released his hold on the elder. Seokjin immediately scrambled to his feet, turning around and looking absolutely offended. Quite literally, he looked at Namjoon as if he had just killed his lover and his pet.

"Wha-"

"Asshole!" Seokjin spat with a look of disgust, eyeing Namjoon head to toe before he scoffed. Bending down Seokjin grabbed his gun and strapped it back to his thigh, shaking his head all the while. "Can't fucking believe you." He mumbled, keeping his voice low.

Namjoon facepalmed, sighing dramatically. "Seokjin, you can't just kill him, you know that." Namjoon pointed out with a look that basically screamed 'duh'. "He's one of us!"

"He will never be one of us!" Seokjin shot back, pointing his crooked finger at his close friend. "You know why, Mr. I Know Everything? Because we, unlike him, don't put kids where they can die!"

"That's not fair and you know it! We have done things much, much worse. Just admit it, you don't like him, and that's why you're only ever pissed off at him for doing bad things!"

"Go to hell, Namjoon." Seokjin pushed past Namjoon, hitting his shoulder hard on the younger male's, but the grip on his arm kept him from going anywhere.

"What? You're going to call Taehyung to get him to vouch for you? Seokjin, please, I'm sorry. Just- listen, okay? We have all done terrible things. Shi-yoon just happens to get under your skin a lot more, so when you see him doing something immoral, it brings a deep anger. Not to mention your pas-"

"I accept, drop the topic." Seokjin all but blurted, his lips pursed as his eyes dropped to the door handle. The grip on his arm loosened, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief. "I need coffee, come on." Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's elbow, lightly pulling on it before he let go, opening the door, only to be greeted with a fist that was about to knock on the door.

Behind that fist was a worried face, one of distress. Jungkook.

"Seokjin, Namjoon, we need you now! You need to come listen to this!"
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i'm so tired but also so awake. this is what happens when you get 3hs of sleep, then 5, 3, 5, 7, 3, etc. :) i'm vibing.

i'm actually in algebra rn bUT JM- i forgot to update so i have to do it now.

ilyvm & please stay hydrated, healthy, and do your best to stay healthy. :) 💜💜