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

thirty.

Minji's pov.

I knew from the hand alone that it wasn't Jimin grabbing me, but the voice confirmed that. The garden grew louder, with people talking about the actions that were unveiling before them. I edged my neck as far away from the sharp edge as possible, almost leaning on the man's shoulder.

"Put the knife down," I head Namjoon's sharp dictatorial voice booming over the buzz of noise and conversation that had begun. The man behind me chortled, not letting go of his grasp around me. "Sungho," Namjoon said again, in a tone of warning. My eyes widened as I realized who the man behind me happened to be. "Why should I?" Sungho retorted, not paying any attention to his Boss' orders.

Mafia Rule Number One: Never disobey your Boss.

Namjoon retrieved his gun from his waistband, aiming it at the soldier, to which Sungho just scoffed. "They have our men," Sungho spat angrily. "We're going to get them back," Namjoon replied bluntly, not even beginning to quiver under Sungho's increasing anger levels. "You don't care because it's the Seok, isn't that right? Why do you care for her so much? It's because you love her, isn't it? You're so dangerously whipped for the Seok's Consigliere, aren't you, Mr. Kim?"

While he spoke, he let his grasp around me falter a little. I glanced down, noticing the distance between the blade and my neck had widened, and then I located my gun. Sure, Jimin had taken the big one off me, but my revolver sat awaiting in my gun holster, which was attached around my thigh. I looked up, and Tae's eyes met mine. He was looking at me, and as if he understood my glance, he nodded his head slightly, only obvious enough for someone who was watching to see. I used all my strength to pull Sungho's arms away from me, retrieving my gun from its holster and firing at him without thinking for a second. It all happened so quickly, but as he fell back onto the ground, blood already pooling around his head, I knew he was dead. I walked over to where his body laid, and loomed over his figure.

"Don't fucking mess with the Seoks, got it?" I hissed, spitting on his body before turning back to the spectators. I looked over to the doorway, where Yoongi and Hoseok had joined Taehyung and Namjoon. I was expecting Namjoon to shoot daggers at me, but he just looked a bit taken aback. Yoongi looked amused. Hoseok looked unsettled. Taehyung was smiling. I looked at the other soldiers, who I had expected to uproar at the death of one of theirs, but there was silence. I nodded, and some of them nodded back. They had realized what was done, and the reasons for it. They had understood.

Jin's pov.

I woke up tied to a chair in a room. It was silent. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Jungkook, sitting in another chair a bit away from me. At first I thought he was still unconscious, but when I examined his face more, I realized that he was simply unable to hold his head up. He had a puffy eye, fresh-looking bruises forming in purple and red already. The cheek opposite his banged up eye was marked and his lips were red raw, blood oozing from both corners of them. His body looked somewhat untouched, minus the carving of initials on his neck. L.J.H. "Jungkook?!" I said, and he turned his eyes to me. Or, he one he could see from, rather. "Jin," He stammered out, his voice getting caught in his throat. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "You're awake," He muttered, letting out a sigh of relief. "Jungkook, what happened to you?" I questioned worriedly. The corner of his lip tilted upwards, before he hissed at what I assumed was pain and returned his face to it's resting position. "Jae-Hwa, if you couldn't tell already. I didn't tell him anything, so this is how he tried to force it out of me. He must have left after I passed out. I suppose I was no fun then," He managed to say, his voice shaky and stammering. I looked at him with my eyebrows mingled in sympathy. This was worse than anything I could've imagined. Us, trapped with the Seoks. Unimaginable.

"He... he said that we're going to have a war. They're making them come. Thursday.. The Choi's - I... I'm scared, hyung," He stuttered, and my eyes widened.

The Choi's? So they did give the Seoks the information they had. And a war? Namjoon's probably terrified...

Soft, quiet sobs began. I stared at the boy. It had been so long since he'd cried in front of me. I didn't know what comfort I could offer him in our situation, because skin-ship obviously wasn't an option, but I quietened him with whispers of what I hoped were therapeutic words. Both of his eyes were closed by the time I had concluded my comforting, and, even though I was aware he wasn't asleep, we both kept to ourselves, both of our minds trying to wander to our happy places, but being overwhelmed by every single bad thought we could muster. I was a normally confident man, always making sure to put myself first and making sure that I was on top of my actions and thoughts, but, for the first time in a long time, I felt as though I no longer knew what the future had in store for me. For us.

For anybody.