Since this is a mafia based book, I can't have everything as KookV as much as I would love too. >.< Let's get some real action in, shall we?

It had been now a month since Jeongguk had kept the dirty blond captive in his rather grand mansion, and things were beginning to slip out of place.

"What do you mean someone stole my fucking ammunition?"

A skinny boy stands before the wide mahogany table, black hair falling across his forehead as he quivers at the cold glare his boss sends him.

"I'm s-sorry s-sir. T-They j-just - "

Large hands slam harshly upon the wood, the table groaning its offence as the objects that are splayed disorderly over the stacks of sheets, wobble dangerously.

"They were from the fucking US!"Jeongguk snarls, bringing his fists down onto the table again, ignoring the way the young boy jumps at the contact, "Cost me a lot of fucking money, and you're telling me someone fucking stole them?"

The black haired boy hangs his head shamelessly, unable to reply with an answer that would satisfy his leader's expectations.

"Calm down Jeongguk."

The pink haired male beside him throws the younger a warning glance, walking around the table to grip the small boy's shoulder gently.

"Thanks kid."he grins, forcefully turning the boy's body to face the door as he walks the two of them out, "Tell your department that a few of us will come down to run a few check up's later this week. Can't have anything else stolen can we?"

The small boy nods hastily, sighing with relief as Jin closes the door behind them, jogging to the elevators, "Thanks man, for saving my ass back there."

Jin grins, waving his hand carelessly, "No problem. Just make sure you don't slip up again. Jeon won't let it get away next time."

The boy nods, mocking a salute as the elevator emits a soft bing, sleek metal doors sliding open. Jin watches on as the boy steps into the compartment, grey door closing quietly before the entire box drops to the floor. His smile slips off slowly, morphing into a rather worried frown as he makes his way hurriedly back to his leader's office.

"Fuck."Jeongguk curses, slim fingers running through his ebony locks, dark eyes distressed.

While the pink haired male had walked the new recruit to the exit, Yoongi had slipped into the room, thin eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"It isn't a coincidence."the mint haired man murmurs, long fingers tracing the map that's splayed over the table.

Four small darts dig into the thin paper of the map, the young leader thumbing the feathers that eject into the air.

"Four attacks. Four weeks. One attack per week. All aimed at different departments."Jeongguk says, voice deepening into an enraged growl.

"They're planning to strike."Jin says thoughtfully, eyes trained dutifully on the map below him, "Not any normal conflict. It'll be a big one. They wouldn't bother to smuggle the DShK if it weren't."

Jeongguk nods his agreement, lips pursed in distaste.

"We have to be prepared."he snaps, straightening up as he lifts to his feet, fists clenched tightly at his sides, coal eyes glinting dangerously, "Get everyone to the main hall by noon. I want a meeting and make sure security guards every fucking corner. Anyone gets in and I'll have an entire department to murder."

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[A/N: lil' bit of fluff cuz why tf not?]

"I want to go!"

Taehyung watches the older male with pouted lips, dark eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he whines.

"It's too dangerous, angel."Jeongguk says cooly, slim fingers curling at the hem of his shirt as he pulls it over his head.

The blond blushes heavily as he allows his eyes to roam the well built torso of the other, white teeth bitting down hesitantly on his plump, red lips. He can't help but admire the ink that traces the other's skin, precise and beautiful in it's own way.

Jeongguk smirks as he catches the younger's line of vision, reaching into his cupboard to pull out a white shirt.

"Does my angel like what he's seeing?"he teases, chuckling as Taehyung let's out an embarrassed whine, his face pressed into the duvets, small hands curled around the blankets.

Jeongguk watches fondly as the small boy burrows himself under the mountains of blankets and pillows, a faint outline of his frame still visible as he lets out muffled whines of humiliation.

He takes the other's brief preoccupation however, to pull on his Timberlands before slipping out of the room, remorse tugging at his heartstrings for leaving his angel without saying goodbye.

Taehyung lays upon the sheets for a few seconds, tan limbs heavy with the excessive blankets tucked under his pliant body, ears twitching to hear any sign of the raven haired male moving around.

Seconds pass, the blond furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at the pressing silence. Caramel eyes blink slowly from under a small opening in the cream barriers.

"J-Jeongguk?"

There's no reply, the young boy becoming gradually confused as time ticks by. With a loud huff, the blankets are thrown to the side exposing the beautiful boy underneath them, cherry lips jutted out in a cute pout.

Disappointment pools at the pit of his stomach as he eyes the bare room, the attractive man far from sight. Realisation dawns on the blond, a dejected whine falling from his lips as he face plants into the bed.

"Hmph!"

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"Silence."

The raven haired male does not have to raise his voice, the cold stare enough to have the large crowd of black clothes men and women hush under his stifling gaze.

"I'm sure you've all heard of the break ins, by now."Jeongguk says, coal eyes boring into each person's mind as if digging out the betrayers below him, "Break ins that shouldn't have occurred. What do you have to say for yourself?"

The room is thick with tensed silence, faces reflecting nothing but poorly masked fear, backs straightened in respect and chins tilted to the floor in shame.

A chorus of 'sorry sir's' travel over the room, the people representing throughly kicked puppies, fingers twisted behind their backs.

"Apologising will not get you anywhere."he snaps, "Act on it. Prove that you'll never make such immature mistakes again. Do you understand?"

Again, the once hushed room emits a perfectly synced reply of 'yes sir'. Jeongguk nods stiffly, satisfied with the respect he was receiving.

"The ammunition department will have half of their salary cut off this month."he continues, the corners of his lips quirking at the displeased frowns he spots from the far corners of the hall, "A punishment for your poor security. See this is as a warning not just for the ammunition department but your's too."

There is no reply this time, not that the young leader expected any. Thin lips curl into a cruel smirk as Jeongguk spots the fearful expression of young boy standing in the front row.

"The officials and I believe that the attacks are a warning from the BloodMoon. With most of the latest ammunition stolen, they've got a bit of an upper hand over us. They'll definitely strike again later next week, a fight that we've never faced before. Training ever afternoon from now on, fists and guns. I want all of your giving it your all, practice and the real thing. They'll be consequences if not."

A spark of sick malice flickers over his empty eyes as his lips tugging upwards at the last sentence, many men and women gulping visibly at the threat. They knew perfectly well, firsthand or through the voluminous rumours, what their boss as capable of when he was furious, none was too eager to be the receiving end of his anger.

"Details on your timetables for the next two weeks will be shown near the end of the meeting. Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin will visit your departments daily for check ups and to judge whether your getting ready for the major blow."

A pale hand snaps to the side, gesturing towards the three males standing a few feet from him. Yoongi nods grimly towards him, a sign of acceptance of what he was designated to do for the next week.

"I expect high feedback from the three officials every day. If not, "a spark of cruel anticipation elicits upon those coal eyes, thin lips curling upwards as slender fingers release the safety catch of the gun held firmly in his hands, "you know the drill."

"Keep any eye out for any unusual events. Report anything, as ridiculous as it seems. Have your gun with you at all times."

He sneers, gun spinning dangerously upon his flattened pan, one hand tucked carefully in the pocket of his jeans, as he retreats down the stairs, the people watching him still with utter respect.

He's halfway down the staircase before he halts, lips twitching upwards, eyes wavering over the sea of black, "Try not to get killed."