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

twenty.

Minji's pov.

"You. It was fucking you. You work for them! You did this," I yelled, half at the man and half at the three Bangtans that were outside. At that moment, the four others rushed outside, all armed, but none of their weapons pointing towards me. That didn't stop me from aiming my gun at them, however. I turned it in Namjoon's direction as he moved back a little, raising his hands in surrender. "Stay back," I warned angrily, more tears falling. "What's going on?" He asked, and I laughed at him even more. This whole situation was a joke. "What's going on? You fucking killed my grandfather!" I yelled at him. He bit his lip, beginning to understand the commotion. "Minji, come on, just put the gun down and we'll talk about this-"

"Do you think I've waited all this time to fucking talk? I want to kill him! Let me kill him!" I yelled, my hands shaking. I was so focused on Namjoon and the man that I didn't notice Yoongi coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my body, taking the gun from my hand and holding me in his grasp. I struggled to get free, but he was stronger than he looked, and I gave up eventually, falling back into him, crying properly now. "Come on, let's go inside and we'll talk about this, okay?" He said. I didn't have an option but to let him take me inside. I felt like a mystery was solved and a puzzle piece of my life had been placed into the jigsaw, but I still felt as lost as before. I sat down at the dining table with the seven boys and the man with the tattoo. The other soldiers had been dismissed, but I knew that they would stand around and converse about the situation for a while before leaving. I was throwing death glares in the man's direction, but he wasn't looking at me.

"Minji," Namjoon began, and I reluctantly turned my head towards him. "We formed this group seven years ago. You know this," He said. "I couldn't care less about how old the group is, Mr. Kim," I replied. "He helped kill my grandfather. I don't feel comfortable in his presence." The man scoffed. "Your grandfather deserved to die," He spat. I felt my blood boil. "You deserve to die," I retorted. "Alright, alright! Minji, whatever was done by this man before he joined with us is unknown to me. I apologise, and I know that doesn't suffice, but there really isn't a way to change the past," Namjoon continued. "But we can change the future!" "You aren't killing him, Minji," Jin said bluntly. "Two wrongs don't make a right," Jungkook added. "There is no right in this industry. I want him dead."

"Minji!"

I hadn't expected Jungkook to yell.

"Please. He's a bad man. We all know this. That's why he's here," He said, lowering his voice slightly. "Right here you know?" The man remarked, but nobody paid any heed. "Listen, I can't make the decisions, but I'm sure Namjoon will sort something out. You have to cooperate, okay?"

I nodded.

I don't know why I nodded, but I nodded.

I just agreed because Jungkook asked me to.

That was not good.

"I never want to see him again," I snarled, staring at the man across the table. He smiled. "That works for me. You've got him in you. I can sense it. You're nothing more than that vermin himself. I could tell you'd grow up to be like him, even since you were just small. You're-"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.

Taehyung had him in a headlock. He tried to push Tae off, but the dark haired soldier didn't budge. The man's face turned red as he scrambled for air. Nobody stopped Tae. The man drifted out of consciousness after a few moments of struggling, and Taehyung released his grip, panting slightly. He looked down at the red faced man before kicking the chair and sitting back down on his.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, almost gratefully. Taehyung tapped his fingers on the table and spoke without looking up.

"Nobody talks to you like that except me."

Well now, how was I supposed to reply to that?