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

twenty two.

Minji's pov.

It seemed like only seconds later when Jungkook and I were sat in the back of a van, being driven around the town at an ungodly hour. He was tapping away at the keys on his laptop. I had no clue what he was doing. I was shaking, clutching the weapon in my hands with white knuckles. "Got him," Jungkook whispered to himself, tapping at the window that separated the back of the van from the front. I could see the sniper rifle sitting on the passenger seat of the van, which was presumably there for if we tried to escape, or if I tried to spare whoever it was. The chauffeur slowed to a halt and slid down the window. "He's walking towards the Yeouido Park right now. If we hurry we might catch him at the entrance." The chauffeur nodded as he began to drive again, quicker this time. A million thoughts where zooming around in my head. I didn't know who it was to be, I just knew that I would have to rid of one of the men from our own gang. That was so odd. I hoped it was somebody whom I had no correlation with. It would still be hard then, obviously, but not as difficult. I was dreading it. I bit my lip nervously. I ended up drawing blood, but the taste somewhat calmed me down.

The van pulled up a little away from the entrance to the park. I saw a tall man going through the gates, but I couldn't make out who it was in the soft glow of the street lamps. It didn't matter who it was anyway. I knew the whole situation was stupid.

I could get out of here right know.
You're literally going to kill one of your own for your kidnappers.
Is this manipulation?
Or are you just fucked up?

I emerged from the van and followed the man quietly, Jungkook a large distance behind me. He wasn't going to get his hands dirty. He was just there to observe. That's what I wished I was doing. Just observing. I made sure to keep quiet, the loud buzz of the streetlights hiding my footsteps. I was only a few meters away from the man when he turned around sharply. He was right under the light of a street lamp, so I could finally see his face. And when I did, I wanted to cry.

"Minji? Is that you?" The all-too familiar man asked, his eyes lighting up. I smiled sadly at him, reminding myself not to cry. "Deok-Su," I whispered. He looked at me unbelievably. "Wh-where have you been? They've been worried sick, your father, he-" "Don't worry about it," I replied, not being able to hold my tears back any longer. I let one fall as I looked at the man in front of me. I don't think he noticed. "So, how was Daegu? It's been so long since I've seen you. I feel like that business mission went on forever," I stated. He smiled, looking upwards as if trying to remember something. "I'd forgotten that it had been that long. Everything went well, no deaths on our side, thankfully." I smiled as he told me the news. Then I remembered what I had came to do. Could I really do it? Kill the man who had been my only friend growing up? Kill the son of our Underboss?

"Are you alright?" He asked me, and I nodded. "Yeah I'm fine. I have to get going now though," I replied slowly. He looked at me curiously. "Where are you going? Come home? I don't know where you've been, and I don't need answers, but we do need you. I need you. You're one of our leaders. Everything's been pretty hard at home, and everybody anticipates your return. Us soldiers haven't been told much, but there's been stories of you getting kidnapped or something of the sort. But you're fine! Come on, come home. Come home with me."

My lips trembled at his words. I let another tear fall as he came closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me, like he used to do when we were younger. He nuzzled his face into my neck and I breathed in his soft scent. He smelt like home. "Come on," His muffled voice said. The vibrations of his voice against my skin would've been comforting at any other moment, but they felt uncomfortable then. "'Wait," I stated. "It's been so long since we've seen each other, we should stay like this for a moment."

He didn't object. In fact, he wrapped his arms tighter around me, almost touching the knife I was clutching in my hands. I put my arms around him to avoid him accidentally finding out about my weapon, so we were properly hugging then.

I let out a shaky breath as I turned the sharp blade around to point towards Deok-Su's back. "I'm so sorry, but neither of us will be returning home tonight," I said, tears welling up in my eyes, causing my vision to blur. "What do you mean, Minji?" He asked, pulling away from me. His sudden movement caused him to fall backwards onto the pointed edge. The sharp metal pierced through his skin, and he looked at me. "Minji?" He asked, as he fell to the floor. "I am so sorry," I said, large tears forming in my eyes. He tried to get up, but he fell back due to lack of strength, causing the weapon to surge further into his body. He let out a wince in pain, and a small tear left the side of his eye. I kneeled down beside him, placing his head on my lap. He looked up at me, the stars in his eyes shining brightly.

And then he smiled.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," He said, and I looked at him with furrowed brows. "I'm the one who-" "Minji, I know you wouldn't do this without being forced to. I know you better than you think." I ran my fingers through his hair as a tear of mine fell onto his nose. "I hate myself so much for this. I just - oh my god, I..." My voice trailed off as I saw his eyes close gently. He smiled once more, and softly spoke. "I love you, you know that right?"

His smile faded as his muscles relaxed. "Deok-Su?" I whispered, but there was no response.

He was gone.

I started properly crying into the night, holding his head close to my chest as I wept.

What have you done?

I heard footsteps behind me, but I refused to look. I knew who it was. I stood up after a moment and shook my head. Finally looking at Jungkook, I dried my eyes. "I hope Boss is happy. I know you knew who it was. Whatever you do, return his body to his father somehow. Please. I need to know he'll be properly buried and looked after."

Without waiting for an answer, I made my way to the van, my footsteps and the loud buzz of the streetlights forming an echo in the night. I looked up to the sky, seeing the stars, and I began crying again. I knew that from that moment on, the stars would remind me of him. The boy I killed for stupid reasons.

The boy who loved me.