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Chapter 7: Destiny's Ways

"For someone as powerful as you... I expected men trailing behind your back to protect you."

An orange headed man snickers at Taehyung who's limply laying on the couch. He held a playful heart-shaped smile despite the heavy situation. He's always cheerful and you could never catch him slipping because he believes that no matter how bad the circumstance is, you always have to smile and think positively or you receive anything beneficial.

Taehyung rolls his eyes as he purposely bit his tongue, trying to refrain himself from spitting colorful curses towards Hoseok.

Saying that these past couple of days had been rocky for Taehyung is an understatement. After leaving (Y/N) alone in that cheap motel two days go, the all-mighty-mafia-lord tangled himself into another mess. He wondered alone without his trusted men and got cornered by four thugs armed with knives. Needless to say, those four were as dead as deer caught on headlights.

Taehyung used their own weapons against them, pinning them down one by one, but he luckily (note the sarcasm there) only got three souvenirs: a stab on his left shoulder, another on his stomach, and last on his right upper thigh.

"It's unnecessary people following me 24/7 whenever I go," Taehyung retorted. In a discrete manner, he rolls his eyes while hoisting hisself to fix his uncomfortable sitting position.

"But it is necessary," Hoseok sighs from Taehyung's stubbornness. "You aren't unknown anymore, Taehyung hyung. Every person in our line of work knows who you are. And not all of them have good intentions."

"I'd rather face them head on. Let those motherfuckers shoot of stab me. I don't give two shits because at the end of the day, I'm the only one standing, alive."

"You're human, hyung."

"Hoseok stop talki—"

"Your body will give up at some point. Everything that you've built and sacrificed will collapse if a single bullet hits your skull." The orange headed boy gritted his teeth, attempting to knock some sense into his bullheaded friend's consciousness.

"Then there's a simple solution to that problem. Just don't get hit."

"I—" The disappointment in Hoseok's eyes became incredibly visible as he massages his temples. "Reckless. Stubborn. Uncooperative. That's what you are. Sometimes I question your title or who's older between the two of us."

Taehyung releases a wave of chuckles. "You aren't wrong with your statements. Reckless: I don't think of consequences because what I want, I get. How do you think I climbed up the ranks so fast? Stubborn: I don't need some silly old men to dictate what I have do and not do, everything changes so what they've experience before is completely different from now. Uncooperative: with this 'act', I see which people can take my tempers, enabling me to distinguish who's loyal or not. And I'm 24, you're 17, so I'm older."

Well that shut Hoseok up faster than a bolt of lightning. The younger male puckered his lips and crossed his arms in defeat.

"Stupid old geezer," Hoseok mutters.

"I heard you, you Donald Trump looking ass twat with your orange hair. Why did you even color your hair that?!?"

"Do NOT call me America's most distasteful president! And for your information, orange is nice."

"For a traffic cone, yeah. But you... ehhh."

Before a battle of insults could happen between both parties, the shrill noise of the doorbell snaps their heads' to the direction of the door.

"I'll get it." Hoseok dashes to the front entrance, leaving Taehyung alone to ponder over acquiring new territories, shipments of drugs overseas, (Y/N), and... wait... did he really just think of that in-your-ass-all-the-time girl??