[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

마흔 하나//41//자동차 충돌

Car Crash

I grabbed the gun, and just then, a bullet hit somewhere on the back of the car. I pushed myself up and stuck my upper half out of the window. "Keep driving." I told him, and looked at the two cars following us.

"Y-Yeah, got it."

Hm? Why'd he stutter?

I thought quickly, noticing the windows and windshield was tinted. Probably bullet-resistant, then. I aimed at the tire and shot a few times. Of course, I missed. They were too far away. One of the men in black stuck their body out of the window like me. I shot him easily.

Despite my assumption about the bullet resistant glass, I started shooting at the windshield. Lucky for me, I was wrong for once. It took only two shots for part of the glass to shatter, and then the car swerved off the road. Suddenly, a bullet grazed my shoulder.

"Fuck!" I blurted and aimed for the other car. A girl poked her body through the sun roof. She was harder to shoot, though.

The car swerved and I lost my balance, almost making me fall out. Ditching the plan on shooting the girl, I sat back inside. I glanced at Yoongi, who was staring at the road.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

I looked around for something to stop my bleeding, and found a roll of paper towels in the back. "For once I would appreciate you not looking at my ass." I muttered, grabbing the paper towels and ripping one off to clean up the blood.

"I wasn't." He replied. "You still think I would stoop that low?"

He still didn't look at me, and I rolled my eyes. "Why else would you swerve?"

He hesitated, I could tell. "Pothole." I grinned. "I'm going to stay away from the highway."

"Good idea." I whispered. "I think Jackson's in that car." He glanced at the rear view mirror. They were pulling up fast. "The windshield's bullet resistant."

He glanced at me. "This car is old, I don't think it'll make it very far."

"Oh, great." I groaned. I moved to stick my body out of the window again but Yoongi grabbed my arm. "Hm?"

"Put your seat belt on." He instructed, and I sat back down into my seat.

"What? Why-"

"Just do it. I'm going to crash the car."

My eyes widened. "What?? What do you mean your going to-"

He looked at me with widened, frustrated eyes. "Will you stop arguing with me for once?!" Defeated, I huffed and pulled the seat belt to the side and buckled it. "Hold on."

"Fuck." I whispered as bullets hit the back of the car. "Yoongi."

"I know."

"I love you."

He paused. "I know."

"I'm sorry."

We glanced at each other and suddenly something in the back sputtered out. We looked back at the road. "Hang on."

I closed my eyes as I felt the bump of the curb.

-

Yoongi

I stood with my friends in the partially blackened and scorched courtyard. "What are you going to do now, hyung?" I stared at the dark-haired imp who was sitting across the courtyard on the ground, staring blankly at it. "Hyung?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Are you guys free tonight?" 

They didn't answer for a bit, then all said some sort of yes. "Why?" Jungkook asked.

"Kill him." I seethed. "I want you to kill him before he leaves tomorrow morning."

Again, there was a brief moment of silence. "What? Are you sure?"

I turned to Hoseok, who was the one who spoke. "Do I look sure?" He looked away. "I'll text you guys his address." I stood up and flattened my shirt. "And if he isn't dead by tomorrow..." I looked back at them. "God have mercy on your souls."

-

I walked up to Jungkook's house in the morning, where I told everyone to meet, and I purposefully came late. I knocked. Soon after, a nervous Jungkook opened the door and let me in.

I found them all sitting at the table, silent and not meeting my eyes. I scowled and walked to the kitchen to make some coffee, despite only being 13.

As I poured the coffee into the cup with ice, I asked, "Why are you all so nervous?" I asked, then sat down at the table with them.

I sipped my coffee while Namjoon admitted, "We... didn't kill Jimin?"

"Oh?" I set the cup down. "Why's that?" They were silent. "Was it because you're all incompetent idiots, Hoseok?"

Hoseok flinched. "Huh? No! We just..." He looked at the others frantically.

"That little brat can put up a fight." Seokjin spat. "It isn't our fault."

I laughed. "That little brat beat four to-be-hitmen? What idiots."

"Hyung." I turned to the small voice that came from behind me. Jungkook's. He was still by the door. "We... We killed his parents."

My eyebrows raised and I turned to the others. "Really?" Again, no answer. "Maybe you're not entirely incompetent."

"Agust hyung." I looked at Namjoon. "Why did you want us to kill him?"

"Because." I took a long sip of much-needed coffee. "I know he'll cause problems in the future. A lot of problems."

-

Ahahahahaha I want to die ;-; This ff is a mess lol

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