Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 26

"Hanna, there's no logical way we can get him out of there," Namjoon sighs, rubbing his temples with the tips of his index fingers. Even a knife wouldn't be able to cut the tension in the room. Everyone was on edge and no one knew exactly what we could do - if we could do anything.

"I've witnessed almost every single one of you beat a man to death, and you're telling me we can't get Taehyung out of a fucking jail cell?" I shout over the silence. The guys hang their heads, more in defeat than anything else. I'd stood up from the couch where I'd been sat trying to collect my thoughts. I felt so guilty about the entire situation, I shouldn't have left Taehyung alone, I knew something wasn't right and I still left him.

"Some things aren't as easy as you think. Of course we are going to try everything we can, but we can't afford to lose anyone else. We're all wanted men too." Hoseok chews at the side of his mouth from nerves. He'd taken the news worse than anyone, immediately trying to storm out of the house before the others had stopped him from making any irrational decisions. The last thing we all needed now was anyone else to end up in the hands of the cops.

"How did they even know he was there?" I think out loud, not really expecting a response. "Someone must have tipped them off," Yoongi answers, eyes narrowed.

"Si hyuk?" Jin and Jungkook speak at the same time. Yoongi nods his head, "most likely." He stands up from the couch and walks over to the table, where a pen and paper rests. "We need a plan, and it needs to be absolutely foolproof before I let any of you go on a 'rescue mission'," Yoongi instructs, scanning the room. Everyone nods their head in agreement, small hums of approval filling the room.

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We still hadn't formulated a plan over an hour later. By now everyone was struggling to keep their eyes open and tired yawns escaped the lips of the two eldest. We decide to call it a night, despite knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, with the knowledge that Taehyung wasn't in his bed but in the middle of a cell - if he was lucky. My bedroom is freezing cold when I enter it, my window having been left open all night. I perch on the edge of my bed, watching as time ticked past, waiting for the others to fall asleep. I couldn't sleep knowing Si hyuk was out there, probably smiling to himself knowing he'd gotten rid of Taehyung.

I slip out of my room, eyes blinded by the darkness that filled the corridor. Using my sense of touch, I begin to tiptoe along the trodden-down carpet, feeling the wall to work out how far I'd walked. I pass by Jungkook's room, followed by Yoongi's. I knew I couldn't ask Jungkook for help, he'd never agree to a plan that put my life in danger, so I carry on down to someone who wouldn't mind so much. I knock lightly on the wooden door leading to Jimin's bedroom, loud enough so he could hear it but not too loud to attract any unwanted attention from the others. Jimin appears at the door in nothing more than a pair of black boxers. I keep my eyes focused up, fixed on his, trying to ignore the natural instinct to look down.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jimin sleepily raises an eyebrow at me, his voice a few octaves lower. He leans against the doorframe, eyes half lidded and hazy from sleep. "There's something I need to do for Taehyung but I need help, are you coming with me?" I whisper, taking a moment to look up and down the corridor to make sure everyone was still asleep in their rooms.

"You're asking me?" Jimin blinks his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. The muscles in his body had visibly tightened up at the mention of Taehyung. I nod, knowing I'd have to answer a million and one questions before Jimin agreed to anything I said. "Why?" I roll my eyes and let out a heavy sigh which Jimin clearly took a disliking to, as he steps forwards with his hands crossed over his chest, glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

"Because I know you couldn't give two shits about whether I died or not." Jimin seems amused by my response, letting a small smirk fall on his lips. "Fine, give me a minute." He closed the door in my face, leaving me to wait in the dark and empty corridor. The hardest part of the plan was getting Jimin onboard, but luckily it had required less convincing than I'd originally expected. But, Jimin still didn't know what the plan was and I was worried he'd back out once I told him. It probably wasn't the smartest of ideas, but it was about time I had some of my own revenge.