BTS ~ 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯 || Seven Deadly Sins || Mafia AU

seven.

Namjoon's pov.

"We want to know what you know about the return of Bangtan Sonyeondan."

My reaction was a mix of shock and amusement. What could they want to know?  What information could they have on us?

I looked around to see the Snipers' faces change from ecstasy to business. "What do you want to know?" One of them asked. Lee Jae-Hwa leaned closer into the table. "What do you know?"

The Sniper he had been talking to looked around at his men, who nodded briefly. "We don't know much, but we know a little, probably somethings you don't know. But what's in it for us?"

Lee Jae-Hwa laughed.

"Money," He replied. "And lots of it, if the information's useful."

The Sniper's eyes lit up greedily. "How do we know you won't cheat us off?" He asked, and Jae-Hwa laughed as he placed a wad of cash on the table. "We're not like the others. Plus, we've got plenty more where that came from, and we need the information. Just a mere transaction," He admitted. The Sniper's eyes lit up once again. "We caught a sign-"

I motioned to the others to follow me, rising from where I was seated. I drew my Colt from my waistband and turned the corner. The man who was speaking noticed us immediately, and his hand shot to his waistband in reaction to my face. I smirked as I raised the gun towards the table, multiple shocked and exasperated faces turned to us, looking in our direction.

"Heard our name," I smirked, cocking my gun and aiming it right between the Sniper's eyes. I fired, shooting accurately. His lifeless body fell forward onto the Roulette table, pushing all the money and the chips off, the noise of the falling tokens adding to the atmosphere of the scene. As if on cue, Jimin, Taehyung, Jonghyeon and Yonho went towards the remaining seven men at the table, each grabbing one and pointing a gun to their heads. The remaining men attempted to scatter, but my gun came into use again and their three bodies lay on the casino floor in just a few seconds. Two Snipers, one Seok.

I slowly walked towards the others. Each man was struggling in my boy's grasps, but the soldier's arms were around them tightly, not giving them the ability to move. Jimin's arm was around Lee Jae-Hwa's neck, gun to his head, but he left the Underboss' arms unguarded. Jae-Hwa's hand reached down to his waistband and he withdrew his gun, firing it aimlessly as an attempt to escape Jimin's grasp. I didn't see the shot, but I heard Jimin yell in pain, loosening his grip on the man's neck, letting his escape. There were more shots fired by the Seok, and in the chaos of it all, I noticed Yonho let his victim escape also. The escapees, both Seoks, made a run for it, and I heard Taehyung let out curses before putting a bullet through his own sufferer's head, and then another in the head of the last man standing. Red stained the floor and the previously classy Jazz music sounded pitchy and off. I went over to Jimin, examining his wound.

"Van, now," I said through gritted teeth, and he nodded, attempting to rise from where he had fallen, but the bullet lodged in his shoulder made him unable to push himself up from the floor. I clenched my jaw before picking him up, carrying him as he sighed and gently closed his eyes. "No. Fuck, Jimin, not now," I almost yelled, opening the door to the casino and rushing Jimin to the van, still brandishing my weapon. On the way out I was met by the curled up, scared casino owner. He jumped backwards as he saw me. I waved the gun in his face, causing him to wimper slightly. "If you mention this little run-in to anyone, they'll be finding pieces of you in Busan, you hear me?" I growled, and he nodded fretfully. I turned back to see Tae and the other two beginning to tidy up our mess, and I sighed.

At least some of them died.

I rushed Jimin to the van where Hoseok was waiting, alert from hearing the gunshots and the yelling from the building. "Oh shit, Jimin!" He exclaimed as he saw the younger boy's body lying limp in my arms. I laid him onto the stretcher located in the back of the van as I groaned. "I know. Bullet to the shoulder, not sure how deep. Good amount of blood," I stated. Hoseok nodded, examining his wound quickly before applying pressure to Jimin's shoulder. The driver looked at me in the mirror over his sunglasses.

"Boss, it's too dangerous to stay here for much longer," He noted, and I sighed. I knew he was right. "Drive around the block, we'll come back and pick the boys up when they've tidied enough and then we'll get Jimin back home," I ordered, and he nodded. "Right, Boss," He declared, as I got into the vehicle and he drove off.

Minji's pov.

I was awoken by loud yells from downstairs. I rubbed my eyes gently as I looked around my strange environment. I had forgotten that I had slept in Hoseok's room for a few moments. It was only then that I realized what night it was. I almost jumped out of bed when I remembered, wondering whether I should go downstairs or not. I thought it would've been best if I didn't, but they did perhaps just kill my father. I knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep with the thought of that, never mind the shouting, so I made my way down the stairs, almost slipping on the polished wood on the way. When I reached the downstairs hall, I saw a sight I wasn't quite expecting.

"Jimin!" I whisper-yelled as I saw Namjoon with his arm around him. The other boys who had stayed at home were also in the hallway, and I assumed they had also been summoned by the commotion. Namjoon turned to me. "Minji, go," He said, but I shook my head. I saw Hoseok applying pressure to his shoulder, and had put two and two together and figured he was shot. I didn't know why I felt bad for him. One of my captors got shot and I felt bad? I wasn't sure, but seeing him looking helpless, unharmed arm draped around Namjoon's neck with his eyes half closed....

"No! I- I can help," I said, and Namjoon raised his eyebrow as Hoseok frantically continued to apply pressure to his shoulder. "Now is not the time, Minji." "No! Seriously, I can. Let me help?" I said, almost in desperation. Namjoon said no more as he picked Jimin up and quickly made his way to the ward, and by the lack of telling off I assumed I was allowed to help, so I followed him. Hoseok ran past me, getting to the double doors of the ward before us so he could open them for Namjoon. He entered the ward and took Jimin straight into a room secluded from the rest of the ward, where instruments and different medications decorated the white sterile walls. I didn't like the environment, but I didn't need to feel comfortable in that moment in time. My whole mind was set on remembering the first aid I had been taught by my tutors at home.

Hoseok helped Jimin remove his shirt and I had to refrain from letting out a gasp when I saw his toned stomach. If I didn't have bigger things to worry about I swear I could've stared all day, but I was brought back to reality from a small groan of pain from Jimin's lips.

I looked at where the bullet had pierced through his skin and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "The bicep tendon isn't torn, the bullet isn't in deep," I said to Hoseok, and I saw him let out a breath too. "I'll remove it, prepare the stitches?" I almost questioned, and Hoseok nodded. "Minji, are you sure you wanna do it? I can if-" "Hobi, it's okay," I reassured him. He smiled at the use of his nickname.

He's got a beautiful smile.

I applied gloves and began to remove the bullet, making sure not to damage more tissue than was already damaged. Hoseok was muttering words of encouragement to Jimin as he checked his heart rate. The bullet removal took less time than I assumed, and after only a few moments it fell into the emesis basin with a clink. Hoseok looked over to me with a 'well done' expression on his face, as if he didn't expect me to be able to do it.

"Is it out?" Jimin asked with a breathy voice, and I looked up to him. He was smiling at me. "Yeah. Let's yet you stitched and bandaged up, okay?" I replied, and he nodded, the small smile still plastered on his face. Hoseok and I switched sides, and I sat beside Jimin, making sure he was alright.

"Minji?" He said to me before Hoseok started the stitches. "Yeah?" I replied, looking at him. "Hold my hand?" I was shocked at the mafia soldier's words, but I obliged without even thinking about it. If it helped his pain and his nerves, then of course I'd do it. I put my hand in his, and he intertwined his fingers with mine. His hands were soft... and undeniably small. I let out a chuckle as I noticed the size difference in out hands. He laughed too.

"Hey, that's not fair," He said softly, and I laughed again.

"Park Jimin, the soldier with small hands," I stated, smiling up at him. His eyes shone in the bright light of the room. He looked somewhat ethereal, even with the exhausted expression that was on his face. He squeezed my hand as Hoseok began stitching, but not another word came from his mouth for the rest of the time. Even when Hoseok applied a small bandage onto the wound after the stitches were done, he didn't let go of my hand, and I didn't try and stop him.

Oh Minji, what have you gotten yourself into?