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"I've been informed that you are the leader of this...operation. Is this true?"
Namjoon smiled his dimpled smile, his teeth stained with blood.
The man who asked the question gave a look to his stalky partner who in the blink of an eye punched Namjoon so hard that the chair that he was tied to toppled over.
Namjoon flung his head back and started to laugh wildly as blood dripped along the sides of his face and pooled onto the floor. He shifted in his seat, pants uncomfortably tight.
"Yes." He answered after a pause. His mind clouding up at the thought of all the bruises he’s going to have after all this is done.
"This guy is their leader? How did he manage to get those beasts to follow him? They're complete animals." The stalky one said looking down at a smiling Namjoon.
Because I am the sadistic monster who can control beasts.
"Let's start from the beginning." Question man asked walking over and pulling Namjoon up from the floor grunting from effort." How did BTS otherwise known as BANGtan boys come about?"
"Who set you guys up together? Who are you working for? The US? UK? Russia!" Stalky yelled in Namjoons face slamming his hand down on the metal table in front of Namjoon in frustration.
Namjoon took a deep breath ignoring the smell of blood shit and piss. This is an ‘interrogation’ room after all what can you expect. There’s drains underneath his chair for a reason. "Well the first time we met we tried to kill each other. Almost did actually.”
“Bullshit.” Question man spat.” How could a bunch of trained cold ass beasts-“
“The dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest.” Namjoon said distantly.
“What the fuck does that even mean dude.”
“Let me start from the beginning."
Namjoon walked with purpose across the first floor of the mall. His eyes swept the mall cooly as he stood in line for coffee. He painted on a small smile to blend in. He rocked back and forth impatiently his red converse making a light tapping sound against the sleek tile floor.
A few girls walked by, one of them was wearing a pair of red high top converse. He smiled at her letting his dimples show. She smiled back her eyes sweeping his body before she giggled something into her friends ear. He turned his body continuing to look at her long legs with a smile. He pushed his glasses further up his nose when he saw HIM.
Flashing red showed up behind his glasses. A man who sat at a table outside the fro yo shop across the way had red lights around him. A warning triangle appeared above his head.
Namjoons smile slipped. With two fingers he double tapped the side of his glasses taking a picture of what he saw. He then turned around and took a few steps forward still in the long coffee line. He pulled out his phone, the image coming up on his screen. With a few swipes and taps facial recognition has identified him.
Park Jimin 20 years old. The image that popped up was one he must have taken when he first became an agent. He had black hair chubby cheeks paired with a naïve smile and curved up eyes. He has no record of anything anywhere except the fact that Big Bang Industry's has a hit on him. 20 mil for the kid who is currently eating no-more like vacuuming bright colored fro yo into his mouth.
He sat with his legs crossed, his head low his hat that had two rings hanging off the side covered most of his face but didn’t quite cover the blonde almost white locks that stuck out under the hat. He wore a white long sleeved shirt with black stripes, black jeans ripped at the knee, and black converse.
Definitely wasn't your normal rogue agent but then again most people on Big Bangs hit list were agents that knew a little too much. They weren't rogue at all.
His phone buzzed letting him know that his software found something else about Jimin.
He came from Big Hits too.
Namjoons blood ran cold.
This can't be a coincidence. The probability of running into an agent who was trained by the same company. It's less than a .6% chance and yet here this man is. Namjoon nibbled on his lip, thinking that this could be a set up. Warning bells vibrated in his mind.
"Hi what can I get for you?"
Namjoon quickly put his phone in his pocket smiling up at the boy behind the counter. "Umm sorry." He itched the back of his neck, a nervous habit. Red flashed behind his glasses a warning sign appeared above the cashiers head. "Can I have a iced Americano.” He said smoothly.
"Sure. Would you like any sweetener or cream?"
"No no. Would you mind adding two espresso shots though? I have a feeling today is gonna be a long one."
"Okay sir."
While the boy looked down to enter in the order Namjoon tapped his glasses again efficiently taking a picture of the boy. He couldn't have been older than 16. His knuckles were bruised a few cuts were on them. A nailer than. A term used to describe the meatheads of the agency that liked to use brute force, often turning to torture and pounding their way through an assignment rather than elegantly finding information through sly words, sweet touches, disguises, and sharp quick thinking like the majority do. Like Jimin probably does.
To each his own Namjoon supposes. The way how he works is pretty frowned upon anyway so he shouldn’t be one to judge. Although they do have excellent reasoning to hate how he works. Doesn’t stop them from hiring him though.
"That'll be 3.60."
Namjoon paid with his card. The boy swiped the card his other hand rested on the register his fingers tapping the register impatiently. He was jittery jesus this kid was....well a kid! The kid was wearing just a plain white t-shirt, the barista green apron over it, and a matching black visor hat that held the logo on the front. Namjoon noticed that despite wearing something so plain his muscles were clearly on display, the simple task of swiping his card shifted the mold of his muscles threateningly.
Namjoon glanced at his phone.
Again this boy had a hit.
Jeon Jungkook 20Mil.
Fuck.
Totally a set up.
It was then that the target decided to appear.
Kim Seok Jin walked out of Macy's with his bodyguard closely behind him. The guard had both hands full of bags. Labels of expensive brands clearly printed on each bag piled high covering his face. Jin pushed his sunglasses 'he is literally in an indoor mall wearing Prada sunglasses.' Namjoon thought. He took one look around before his eyes landed on the coffee stand. He walked over to the line his exhausted looking bodyguard stumbled behind him. He wore a simple probably expensive black turtleneck, black ripped jeans, a long pink fashion forward coat that matched his pink hair. He wore that all with black converse.
Jin is the son of a Major CEO in South Korea. His father funds many campaigns and easily runs things behind the curtain. Guys like that make Namjoons blood boil.
Guys like that don't care about anything except themselves and how much power they have.
But surprisingly that's not why Jin is the target.
Jin was just at the wrong place at the wrong time and he witnessed something the Agency doesn't want to leak. But at the same time they have to send someone skilled enough to not leave any traces back to the agency or Jin's father could do damaging things to the agency's own influences.
Which Namjoon guesses why these ex agents are here. They are here to protect Jin. They must be.
If Namjoon attacks and gets caught and is somehow linked to Big Bang agency their funding and influence of the public will cease to exist. The fact that Jin is famous enough to be a constant face on headlining news (single rich sexy bachelor) alone means that the public will notice his disappearance. He has to either frame it on someone else or make it look like an accident. Which is gonna be a bitch with these fucking ex-agents everywhere.
Well that's what he thought before all fucking hell broke loose.
Machine guns and masks marked the work of amateurs. The only thing is...these gunmen fucking weren't.
There were five of them all equipped with familiar military grade equipment.
Their aim was clear if you looked hard enough. Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook. However, these masked men shot everywhere hitting a few bystanders masking their true targets. Namjoon ducked and hid to the left of the coffee bar he faced the assailants who were to the right of the bar. Namjoon turned his head to the left to see Jimin hiding behind the table he was just eating on, his fro yo lying on the floor just a few feet away. Despite the gunfire jimin's eyes were glued to the fro yo saddened.
Namjoon turned to look behind him. Jin and his bodyguard stumbled back into the store. Prada, Gucci, and Sephora bags laying on the floor in an expensive crumpled heap.
Namjoon counted to three before following them in the store. Jungkook on his heels.
As they ran across the threshold glass shattered above them. The familiar smell of gunpowder and the loud echo of gunshots were welcoming ones. Namjoon didn't even flinch as glass came raining down. Jungkook yelped a small cut carved into his cheek from looking up-the idiot.
Namjoon took one look around before catching the bodyguards disappearing foot. Using his long legs he caught up quickly Jungkook right up on his heels pulled Namjoon back obviously trying to get to Jin first.
"He's mine." He hissed running in front of Namjoon.
He's mine?
It was that moment when Jimin decided to make his appearance crashing into Jungkook and a few innocent manikins.
Jimin got up first running toward jin who disappeared around the corner again.
Jungkook violently got up and raced toward Jimin. Namjoon watched from a distance as Jungkook and Jimin fought all the while still making their way toward Jin.
Jungkook was brute force. Strong big arms chipping Jimin, but that's all he was able to do. He couldn't land a solid hit on Jimins fast lithe body. Jungkook threw a punch which jimin managed to dodge. Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s wrist and twisted it expertly, jungkook used his whole body and followed the movement before stepping forward and pushing Jimin's chest hard enough for the muscular man to take two steps back. But then he was back again smooth slick silver blades rested against his forearms. His tiny hands gripping the handles of the blades tightly.
Jimin attacked FAST.
The fastest Namjoon has ever seen. His feet work and balance were perfectly in sync. Jungkook struggled to dodge throwing his body here and there without any grace, but the boy was still managing to keep up with Jimin. Dodging harsh swipes in between the tiny isles.
Jimin’s frizzy white hair, his hat fell off sometime during all the commotion, against Jungkook's dark sleek black hair. The two dancing like yin and yang, what one lacks the other has. The stark contrast complimenting each other, ellagance vs brute force yet there is ellagance in brute force and vice versa. Jungkook's limbs were carved like a sculpture made from the most talented Ancient Greek artist to depict and worship a god, Jimin’s blades worked like an extension of his body, throwing hit after hit wildly slicing clothes every time Jungkook moved out of the way.
Jimin swiped both hands at once crossing over where Jungkook's neck would have just been had he not arched back. When he came back up a small smile painted his face. He dodged Jimin's next attack easily while he pulled a sweater off of a rack. The next attack Jungkook caught with the sweater.
They both paused as if they both felt the shift in tides. And then they resumed. Jungkook managing to catch and twist one of if the knives out of Jimin's grip. After one particularly advance move from Jungkook he had finally managed to land a full blow on Jimin. The man fell to the ground blinking to fight back blacking out. Jungkook flashed Jimin a smile.
That was when jimin seemed to get mad.
It was over in 5 seconds.
Namjoon till this day doesn't understand what happened.
Just that one second jimin was on the floor his face red from either embarrassment anger or from the hit jungkook landed on his cheek.
The next second jimin was in the air. Then there was the slapping sound of a fist connecting hard against someone's jaw and then jungkook was on the floor head flung back strong throat and chiseled jaw exposed.
"Over here!"
Gunshots fell upon them again. Jimin turned to look at Namjoon. His gaze hard, challenging, and a bit seductive? Perhaps Namjoon was reading that wrong. Definitely would not be the first time that has happened to him. He was great at reading people, perhaps too well but when it comes to anything remotely sexual his brain powers don’t seem to work well in that department.
Jimin smirked before he quickly and gracefully pivoted and ran.
Namjoon with totally the same amount of grace..........*coughs*......He used his long legs to jump over Jungkooks body. He only made it two steps before giving into his brains loud blaring warning bells.
He ran back and with a groan picked Jungkook up. He ran around the corner a gunshot hole right where his head would have been seconds ago.
He laughed at he ran.
"So you saved Jungkook why?" Stalky asked.
Question guy smacked the back of his head." He said he was worth 20 mil to the agency."
"Oh right sorry continue."
They were in the stairway. Gun shots from the fourth floor bounced their way down the stairs. Namjoon could hear fighting below him but the sound of gunshots drowned everything out. Namjoon groaned hefting Jungkooks body. This kid needs to stop drinking so many ducking protein shakes or something. Fucking hell.
He turned the corner now on the underground parking lot floor.
"Suga!?!"
Jimin and Suga fought slapping each others hands, almost comically. Suga kept on trying to open the door but Jimin kept on slapping his hands away, which prompted Suga to slap the hand that slapped his etc etc. A frightened looking Jin stood behind Suga.
But when Namjoon spoke Suga's name both men froze.
Jimin looked at Jungkook then back at Namjoon. Suga actually full on smiled his gummy smile." You're alive." He said like he couldn't believe it himself.
Jimin snapped out of it first and smacked suga in the throat ( who started to panic because he couldn't breathe and because he lost his balance). Jimin pushed Suga away and was about to rush Jin when the five masked guys caught up. Suga who quickly found his footing pushed Jimin and slapped open the door to the parking lot just as a man with......pantyhose? Around his head pulled up, the huge fated baby blue van jiggled from the sudden halt, a loud screech echoed around them.
The side door slammed open to reveal a man who seemed wayyy too happy to be caught in the middle of a gun fight.
Jimin didn't hesitate, he jumped into the van narrowly missing a gunshot to the head. Suga grabbed Jin by the back of his coat jacket and shoved him in the van before climbing in and reaching his arms out to help Namjoon transfer Jungkook into the van.
The white hot flare of pain on the side of his left arm was a familiar one, but it still hurt like a bitch.
Suga in an angry fit reached down grabbed the back of Namjoon's sweater and pulled him up just as happy dude screamed "go go go!"
The tires squeaked and Namjoon almost fell out of the van, Jungkook was still draped over Sugas body whose one hand was barley keeping Namjoon in. A sudden tiny but strong hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in at the last second before the door was slammed shut.
It was quiet for a whole thirty seconds before everyone started freaking out.
"Jesus Fucking Hell." -Suga said as we wiped his bloody hand on Jungkook's white shirt.
"What the fuck is going on! Who are you people!"- Jin screamed face red and veins bulging.
"Son of a bitch." Namjoon hissed examining his arm.
"I'm J HOPE I'M YOUR ANGEL." The happy man said popping over the right side of Sugas shoulder to look at everyone.
And them Jimin screamed," Can someone explain to me what the actual FUCK IS GOING ON AND WHY SHOULDN't I KILL YOU ALL!"
That last one got everyone to shut up pretty quickly.
"Because we have a common enemy?" Jungkook suddenly spoke sitting up with his hand on his head grimacing. Unceremoniously Suga threw Jungkook off of his lap.
"Ow fucker!"
"Is that anyway to treat someone who just saved your fucking life?" Suga hissed.
Jungkook flipped him off with one hand while the other pulled at the collar of his shirt with a wince.” Did you wipe your bloody hands on my shirt!? This is my favorite white shirt! It’s a limited edition.”
Suga stuck his tongue out.
Jimin who seemed to not like the childish banter pulled out his blades eyes sharp and ready.
Everyone in the van tensed.
Except Namjoon who during all that pulled off his glasses and popped one of the sides off. He twisted the thinner tip and off it came to expose a tiny lazer. He pulled his flannel off now only in a white tank top he can asses the damage. The bullet just grazed him but still left a sizable slice in his arm that it was bleeding everywhere.
Reaching over he pinched the skin together and used the laser to tie his skin back together without a wince. He watched with sharp eyes and steady hands, despite the fact that Jimin had one of his sharp blades pointed specifically at him, as the skin burned itself back together. The slight smell of burnt flesh and a small puff of smoke filled the van.
"Because you have a 20 mil bounty on your head. And so does Jeon Jungkook, Suga and Jin. I don't know about you two yet though."
He lifted up his glasses and hovered them over his eyes despite the missing left piece. He squinted.
Red flashed above everyone's heads.
"20 mil bounty for everyone....except..."Namjoon turned behind him to take a picture of the driver through the reflection on the mirror. He was humming to a very childish sounding add about ice cream.
"Kim Taehyung who has a 30 mil."
Taehyung laughed under his breath. “Fucking bastard. Can’t fuck anyone these days without them trying to kill you.”
“What?” Jin hissed rather dramatically if Namjoon was being honest. It happens. Scorn lovers come in all forms.
“So you know who's behind all this?” Namjoon asked re-screwing his glasses together.
“Not exactly but I fucked his most trusted henchman.”
“His?” Suga asked.
There was a pause as V slammed on the breaks (thankfully the street was empty) and turned to look at Suga.” Yeah him, he, as in boy. “
“Is that problem?” Hobi asked a sickening threatening smile plastered on his face.
Suga snorted.” Hardly, just...most people in the agency aren’t that open about things. It’s fucking annoying if you ask me.”Namjoon didn’t miss the slight hum of agreement that jimin and Jungkook made.
Namjoon stashed that information for later.
“Hard to know who to hit on and who to literally hit on.” Suga continued with a puckered smirk.
V smirked back, Hobi cleared his throat cheeks red.
“Okay moving on. What about the man who put 20mil on each of our heads?” Jin hissed.
“His henchmen told me that the agency is going through a transition period. His boss is becoming the new head of the agency.”
“What does that have to do with us? With ME!” Jin yelled, his throat protruding a vein, his face read.
“Wellll that’s the thing. You know how the head is someone who has to have no family basically no loved ones to distract him or be used as bait blah blah. Well….” Taehyung looked back at a Hobi using the mirror a nervous almost sad expression took over his face. He was looking at Hobi for reassurance. Hobi is probably older than him then with more experience, but if that’s true why isn’t Hobi driving? And wait a second….
“Your father is the new head figure of the agency.” Namjoon said straightening his glasses.” Makes sense he likes to run things without being held accountable for his mistakes. As the head of the agency no one is supposed to know your identity and if something ever goes wrong all you have to do is disband an agent then put a bounty on them, like he’s already doing to us. Cleaning up house. He needs to kill Jin to qualify for the position and prove his loyalty to the cause like we all had to do at one point in time. But why us? How did each of us get on his bad side already?”
Namjoon sat back thumb under his jaw hands curled over his lips thinking while Jin sputtered.
“You do not have to act like you are surprised.” Namjoon said offhandedly. “ You knew, you have always known. Why else would you hire Suga if you did not suspect something?”
“YA!” Jin sputtered. Face full on red veins popping out along his throat like never before
Namjoon tried not to stare at them for too long but his mind couldn’t help but wonder if his dick was a veiny as his throat.
“It was a smart move. One he was not expecting. You would have been dead already no doubt about it. You are smarter than you look.”
At that Jin seemed to calm down and sat back arms crossed. But then his brain caught up with the slight insult Namjoon smoothly slipped in their but it was too late Jimin was already asking the next question so everyone easily ignored Jin’s “ YA!” As Jimin asked.” But why would they want to dispose of us?”
“We were all trained by Big Hit.” Namjoon whispered.
It went silent. Everyone now understanding the gravity of this situation.
“D-Do you think…..” Jungkook whispered finally speaking.
Namjoon was already working on it searching through Big Bangs records. He managed to hack into them a couple months back however he was only able to hack through the second level of security. Basically he has clearance to view level two files. There are 6 RECORDED levels and three off the record levels. Big Bang is a HARD company to crack. But Namjoon managed to hack into second level clearance and that’s two levels more than anyone he’s come into contact with. And he knows A LOT of high grade hackers.
His eyes searched frantically, file after file of recorded deaths all of familiar faces he has trained with or trained back in his training days.
Pale dead bodies each killed in different ways. Some horrible, raped sliced. The red clumpy muscle of a woman’s breasts were shoved inside her own mouth, a man whose body was cut too many times to count the blood pouring out of his body until he literally had none left, a kid straight out of training was pinned up a wall by huge nails being pounded through his hands and feet mounted on a cross at a Church his dick was cut off and shoved down his own throat left there until he bled to death. Some were quick, merciful. A quick bullet in the brain, sliced throat, through the heart, needle in the neck filled with sedatives. Some planned to look like an accident. Countless car crashes with the car blowing up at the end of a crash or the seatbelt failing pictures of bodies laid out on the windshield of their own cars or on the street, of people tangled in the underside of a car body so unrecognizable the only thing that gave it away that it was human was the sheer amount of blood and long tangled strands of hair that had to have belonged to a woman, the un natural twist of a man's body as he lay at the bottom of a building swimming in the pool of his own blood his brains casually littered the sidewalk where dogs piss and people spit.
“Namjoon.”
Namjoon with shaking hands harshly pulled his glasses off but it didn’t do much. Not when he recognized 74% of the bodies. Big Hit was a small company, he was one of the first groups to become trained and stayed to help train more before he left to join the field on his own. Even then he often returned to teach a few courses. He loved teaching. Loved feeding those who were hungry to learn, those who were so eager to prove themselves. And now their dead. Their pale body’s flashed behind his eyes.
“Namoon” Suga said softly. Suga was there too. At the start of it all. They were in the same class and had shared a room together with two other kids at Big Hits cramped living space. One roommate Namjoon had JUST seen his dead body a couple seconds ago. He was poisoned by arsenic, throwing up blood over and over and over, his lips looked like he had just kissed red lipstick, the spatter of blood looking like a Jackson Pollock painting. “Joonie.” He said again softer.
Namjoon hasn’t been called that in a LONG time. Not since he last saw Suga actually, their day of graduation. Back when times were so much simpler. The nickname seemed to snap Namjoon enough out of daze to answer the question on everyone’s mind.
“Their killing us off. All of Big Hits active employees. So far the ones that they have hired. I haven’t checked to see the ones hired by other smaller agencies but I bet that it’ll be the same results.”
The weight in the van was heavier than Namjoon has ever felt before and he once had a building collapse on him so that’s saying something.
“Well then.” Jin spoke softly.” I may not know exactly what’s going on but I think it's time to do something about my father. “
“By something you mean kill the bastard.” Namjoon spat.
Jin met his gaze. “ That’s exactly what I mean but….I’m not much of a killer-“ His lip twitched, he’s lying Namjoon thought distantly head still a little off-“ and while I don’t understand all the political stuff going on-“ that was half true. Namjoon wasn’t buying the I don’t know anything about my dad's business act.”-I know that my father needs to be stopped.” That’s the only thing he said that’s completely truthful.” The way I see it all of us are on the same boat. We might as well work together to get this over with as quickly as possible. Before anyone else dies.”
It was quiet everyone pondering it over.
It wasn’t often that agents work together. To many betrayals and windows to fuck up if you don’t work well together.
“I’m in.” Taehyung said easily.
“Me too.” J-Hope said not too long after.
It was quiet for little longer before Jungkook spoke up surprising Namjoon and that’s a feat.” I am in.”
Namjoon met Suga's eyes a silent conversation going on between the the both of them. The question was clear behind Suga’s eyes.
Do you think this will work and should we trust these people?
“As am I.” Namjoon spoke deep voice strong and confident despite the flashes of bodies curling behind his conscious like the grim reaper hovering over a dying man.
“Fuck it. I’m in.” Suga hissed before leaning back lazily head against the fated blue wall of the van legs stretching over namjoons eyes closed ready for a nap. As if Namjoons blessing was enough to trust sleeping in a van full of professional killers.
It was quiet. Everyone (except suga) looking at Jimin expectantly. The silence passes uncomfortably before Suga annoyed opened an eye to look at Jimin.” I work alone.” Jimin said. “Pull the fuck over.”
Taehyung did as asked smoothly stopping on the side of the road. Jimin turned around and pulled the handle about to slip out when Namjoon spoke.
“You were the Russian transfer weren’t you? I remember you.” Jimin froze.”You were too young to train at first but Hee-Chul took a liking to you despite you being a mute for the first couple of years.”
“Shut the fuck-“
“They had you working as the cleaning boy. Eventually you found your words though. Small kid, big words, small hands, that’s why Hee-Chul trained you to used blades. Boss got mad. Said you were too young. Kids used to call you mascot. You didn’t like that so you sliced one of the kids in the face his eye never did heal properly. Had to build the annoying fucker a contact lense to fix his eyesight. You should have been expelled in my opinion. Already too emotional.”
In the blink of an eye a sleek sharp blade was held against his neck strong straining arms squeezing the handle. “Shut.the.fuck.up.” He said dangerously, voice low and full of threat, eyes hidden behind his hair. But his voice did waver. Namjoon smirked uncaring of the blade.” You know nothing about me and-“
“I know that you have always looked up to Hee-Chul.” Namjoon turned his head to look into Jimin’s eyes blade nipping his skin deliciously.” And I know that he was killed by someone who took a knife to his asshole before the killer stuck his own dick into the tight warm bleeding heat. The file said that he was still alive as he was being rapped before he was dumped naked and still full of his killers cum in the center of his hometown not to far away from his mother's house. You’ve been there right? Met her? She was the one who brought you in wasn’t she?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jimin screamed eyes wide and wild on full display knife raising but never quite reaching his intended target.
People were such predictable creatures.
Jimin lowered his knife slowly as tears fell down his eyes. He looked at Namjoon hate burning behind his eyes. Namjoon stoically looked back into his eyes before saying.” He was my friend too you know. Long before you knew him. You weren’t the only one he took underneath his wing.” He spoke flatly. Perhaps he could have spoken more passionately. Added influxes to his voice and soften harsh continents to create the illusion of compassion like he spent years studying and perfecting but he was tired and his brain was still a little wild. The press of the blade against his throat helped a lot but not enough to give a shit it seems.
Suppose it doesn’t matter now that the 5 masked men finally caught up with them. Namjoon noticed them advancing when Jimin opened the back door.
Without warning Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s neck and pushed him down just as a perfectly well aimed bullet sliced through the air where Jimin’s head would have just been. Unfortunately it did find a target, lodging itself into Namjoons shoulder right above the wound he just fucking healed. Namjoon leaned over Jimin gun already out. Two precise shots were fired from his pistol. It hit the tire of the closest motorcyclist the machine crashed easily the driver rolled expertly still alive and without injury. But it provided enough time for Taehyung to slam on the gas and put some distance between them while the motorcyclists weaved around the crash and Mr.Rollie Pollie.
Boyz with fun started to play on the radio. Taehyung put it on blast laughing mad scientist like.
Meanwhile, Jimin flushed furiously, he was practically laying over Namjoons lap a hand was on his ass holding him in place so he wasn’t flying out of the car as it swerved expertly through alleyways and backroads.
“ Jin sit in the front. Fuck! Can’t a man get some sleep around here?” Suga hissed pulling his own pistol from the waistband of his belt. Hobi snorted gun out and shooting as well next to Suga. Suga and Hobi sat on the right side of the van facing Namjoon and curling to shoot. Namjoon sat on the left side completely facing the cyclists Jungkook like a child sat criss cross Applesauce in the middle knees against Suga’s and Jimin’s arm. Jin’s tiny ass slithered his way to the front easily.
Namjoon asked Suga over the ring of a gunfight and constant screeching of tires.” You still carry your gun in the waistband of your pants? Did you not learn from that one time you shot your own-“
“We agreed to NEVER EVER talk about that-“
“YOU agreed to that.”
“How was I supposed to know the safety would turnoff-“
“ Literally every gun instructor told us that the safety could be turned off if caught between the belt and-“
“Shut the fuck up Namjoon. Not like you haven’t shot yourself before.”
“What the actual fuck?” Jungkook said with a laugh reloading his own pistol.” You two are the idiots who shot themselves? You do realize that all the instructors tell your stories to every class ever. I can’t believe this. I’m in a fucking gunfight with the idiot who managed to shoot himself in the thigh and the other even bigger idiot who shot himself in the ass.”
“You shot yourself in the ass?” Hobi asked Suga with a laugh. Hobi sometime crawled into the front seat and was firing directions to Taehyung every once and awhile, when he wasn’t his head was out of the window hair parting against the wind as he shot. He was reloading now hand out while Jimin still over Namjoon’s lap handed him a loaded clip. There were at least 12 of them all conveniently tucked into a net that hung off the back of the front seats. It seems like this wasn’t the first rodeo this van has been through. Jin sat in the middle seat head bowed in between his legs hyperventilating. Taehyung patted his back with one hand on the wheel as he swerved.
“Nope that was Namjoon. The bigger idiot. I’m just the idiot who shot himself in the thigh.”
“So you FINALLY admit it huh? That I’m bigger than you.”
Suga was about to reply when they turned harshly the van nearly tipping over completely. Jimin slid over landing roughly on top of suga who grabbed the waistband of Jimin's pants to keep him from falling out even further, his feet licked the street sticking out of the van dangerously. When the van rightned with surprising strength Suga pulled Jimin up with one hand the other over Jimin’s body pulling the trigger at the 3 that were left.
“Mine is DEFINITELY bigger than yours Joonie.”
“Uh-huh But Jackson said different.”
“You gonna trust Jackson? Nobody trusts Jackson. Jackson doesn’t even trust Jackson.”
“Jackson WANG?” Jungkook hissed reloading again. His fingers reloading quickly while his eyes flicked from Suga to Namjoon back and forth eyes wide.
“Back then Jackson didn’t look like he does now kid.” Namjoon said with a huff reloading his own pistol.
“Member his fucking cow lick hairstyle.” Suga said with a laugh.
Namjoon leaned back a full blown laugh left his lips. “ God why did he think that was hot?”
“Eh I mean we both still fucked him so?”
“True.”
“I can’t believe I’m talking to the ONLY two idiots who shot themselves in the whole school AND they also managed to fuck Jason Wang.”
“He was really hot. Everyone who joined his class tried to get with him but he gave everyone the cold shoulder.” Taehyung said with a laugh.” He subbed my class for a while before becoming a student teacher for Mr. Chang.”
“Joon how is your arm?” Suga asked glancing up to see it hanging limply at Namjoons side blood painted over it and pooling in a dent next to Suga’s foot.
“Just fine how is yours?” He said with a smirk. Jungkook laughed while J-hope snickered.
“Fuck off no need to get all smart ass-y.”
“Wait, if you were in the same graduating class with Jackson...how old are you people?” Jungkook said with a smirk.
“YA!” Suga said dramatically.
“Fuck off kid.” Namjoon hissed.
Namjoon didn’t miss the smile on Jimin’s lips amongst this all. He continued to pass out clips without having to be asked. He was counting everyone’s shots. Smart kid that one.
“You guys must be old. Is that why you need glasses to see? And why you were so tired earlier. Eh should I call you guys Ajushi?”
“Should we call you choding?”
“Ya!” Jungkook said in an old raspy voice clearly making fun of Suga.
“Kids these days! They have no respect for anyone!” Namjoon fired back.
“Are you even of age?” Suga asked.
Just then the van lurched left.” Fuck!” Jimin hissed sliding on top Jungkook in a jumbled heap. Taehyung threw his head back in frustration hands twitching against the wheel. He turned onto the Main Street that he was trying to avoid. It was pretty full of cars, though usually it’s packed with un moving cars thank fuck traffic was light enough were the cars were actually moving proving little pockets Taehyung's gonna have to weave through. With a growl he slammed on the gas without hesitation. This caused Jimin to slip back out of the van that Suga just pulled him in from. Jungkook reached out and barley barley caught Jimin’s hand. Easily, he pulled Jimin up just as the cyclist turned onto the street and began firing. Jungkook manhandled Jimin so he was behind him protected from Jungkooks body. Which was great because the van was swerving everywhere nearly tipping over constantly, grazing vehicles, and bouncing more than a fucking bouncy house.
The cyclist should have the upper hand here but they were struggling. Each window Taehyung found closed right behind them causing the bicyclists to slam on the breaks and find a new opening. However they still were firing at them every once and a while.
“Taehyung we have to lose them before-“ J-Hope spoke.
“I know! I know.” He growled.” You guys might want to close the door.”
Namjoon didn’t think twice his sharp mind already noticing that the van was bulletproof. Suga covered him firing quickly as Namjoon closed his side first but his other fucking arm wasn’t working well right now. Jungkook crawled next to him pulling the door closed just in time. As soon as it was closed Taehyung made a harsh U-turn going onto the grass in between the two roads. The cars front and tail slammed into the concrete as it was dumped unceremoniously onto the new street.
It wasn’t long before Namjoon understood why the younger was driving. Within 3 minutes Taehyung lost them completely.
“Why didn’t you just lose them from the beginning?” Jimin hissed.
The driver smiled boxily he shrugged sheepishly. “You guys looked like you were having fun and your ass was out of the van for a while there. “
“Having fun!?! We could have died!” Jimin spat sitting up on his knees and pointing at Taehyung angrily.
“ Oh please they all had shit aim.” Hobi said pulling out a nail filer out of nowhere and began to file his nails.
“Tell that to his arm!” Jimin hissed overly mad.
“ Last I checked they weren’t aiming for his arm. Therefore, they missed. Which means that had shit aim.” J Hope said not even looking up from his nails uncaringly.
Jimin filled with rage mad at being spoken down to so much curled a hand around his blade.
“Calm it down.” Suga spoke with an eye roll.” We’re fine besides Namjoon…..” They made eye contact. Namjoon shook his head slightly a silent no.” Will heal up in no time.” Suga finished. Jimin angrily ran a hand through his hair to calm down before he crossed his arms and turned to sit at end of the van further from everyone. Jungkook sat criss crossed again wiping sweat off his brow.
Namjoon looked down at his arm to assess the damage while Taehyung shoved a bag at Jin just as he vomited into it. Next to him J-hope groaned dramatically and frantically started rolling the window down. It wasn’t automatic so he had to actually roll a lever to lower it. But he kept on jumping even time Jin wretched so it took longer than the average human bean. Suga gave a sly look to Namjoon before tucking his pistol back in his jeans. Namjoon laughed as he burned himself. The tip still hot. Suga huffed before resuming his sleeping position as if the gunfight didn’t just happen and promptly took a nap.
“So this was how BANGtan was formed?” Question guy asked. Namjoon nodded. “I don’t believe you. Why would all you guys come together? Teams of two let alone are a rarity in this business.”
“I guess…...I guess we were all a little lonely.”
“Bullshit.”
Namjoon’s swollen bleeding lip switched.” I wish.” He whispered before giving into his body’s demand of sleep. He passed out with his head tilted back lips parted lashes fluttering.
“Should we kill him?” Stalky asked.
“No, not yet at least. We need to know if any of them are still alive. If they are we can use him as bait. Meanwhile, keep on getting information out of him. We need to know as much as we can about these animals.”
“Yes sir.”
“Then we can kill him. Kill them all.”