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The next half an hour is chaos, files of black clothed men streaming from every department towards the ammunition, guns locked in place and knives tucked into hidden pockets.

It was craze of yells, disorderly lines as the mafia hurries to organise themselves for the onslaught of enemies that were currently ripping apart a critical addition to their business.

"Angel, baby look at me."

It's the tenderness and caring nature of his words that makes the blond tilt his head, caramel eyes wide in fear.

The dark haired male cups the younger's face, thumb caressing the other's cheekbone affectionately, eyes soft and caring, "You're going to be okay angel? I'll protect you with my life, honest."

And he is. There wasn't an instance he wouldn't sacrifice his life for the other's. He would do anything, anything in his power to ensure the other's safety and contentment.

It's disappointing however, that the blond doesn't fully comprehend the other's words, dismissing it simply as an exaggeration. A shy smile paints his cherry lips as he lowers his eyes, a candy blush tinting his tan skin.

Before he knows it, he's folded into the embrace of strong arms wrapped around him, words muffled by the white fabric pressed tightly against his lips.

Taehyung recognise the faint sensation of a chin perching itself into his blond locks, palms flinging the cloth of his shirt over them as they settle on his bare hips, warm and pleasant his skin.

"I have to go angel."he hums, seconds after simply relishing the comfort the younger gives off.

The blond isn't blind to the doubt that flickers in his partner's eyes as he pulls away, strong palms holding his hips.

Jeongguk had encountered many attacks. Been shot multiples of times. Been stabbed to the point there was simply no blood left him in, his mind on the breach of life and death. Yet the thought of being physically hurt and possibly harming the other, killed him.

He never wanted to see his angel frown, by far not cry. But now, viewing the flash of fear that flickers over those gorgeous brown eyes, his heart clenched painfully at the thought of the blond crying over his absence.

"You'll come back, r-right?"Taehyung stammers, slim fingers extending to curl at the other's shirt, eyes wide and pleading.

Jeongguk doesn't know. Doesn't know what life had in store for him. But for his angel he would do anything to ensure another day of his life in the company of the other. He doesn't care what it takes.

Maybe he's too far in, smouldered with intimate emotions to think coherently. He doesn't care.

Let him think that the blond loved him. Even if it were fake. Let him relish in the joy that blooms at his core.

Stringing a rather strained smile, action coming off easy and lazy from years of fabricated practice, he leans down to press a kiss against the other's hairline, "Of course baby."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Maybe.

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"Streets to your right and front are packed with the grimy bastards, boss."

The sooted haired male purses his lips, pitch, black eyes sweeping the area where he stood, a finger reaching up to press his earpiece deeper in.

"Source?"

Jeongguk doesn't trust anyone, even his own allies. Always on the look, the young leader had everyone on his radar, files of reports splayed across his desks, one from each of the many thousands he ruled over.

"Drone."the man replies simply, a short space of breath as he struggles to calculate the distance, "About 4 o'clock."

Dark eyes flit to the sky, a soft hum elicited from his purses lip as a gesture of content at the minute, black spot that hovers above him.

"Whereabouts of the others?"he murmurs, fingers curling at the slit of his belt, his gun tucked gently under the leather.

"We've got the material arts guys up ahead, with the shooting crew circling the outer area so they have no access from behind."

"The rights already blocked off with that darn truck, but left is packed with a couple of our guys from ammo, the ones who were smart enough to get the hell out before BloodMoon attacked. The other departments have got back up. All routes closed off, sir."

He allows his eyes to rake the vicinity, an eyebrow raising at the barley audible sound of the sole of a shoe scraping the ground below, up ahead.

"What's happening up ahead?"

There's a short break as the man on the speaker directs the drone above them, Jeongguk watching on closely as the black object observes the mass of black of what he presumes is the BloodMoon.

"Getting prepared."he snickers, the sound of muffled tapping audible as he zooms in, "Idiots think they can beat us."

Jeongguk listens on doubtfully, still yet to input his own opinion as he observes the slab of black, his naked eye much too much weak to depict the cluster of what he knew was a gang of armed men, guns raised at his body and his own crowd behind him.

His eyes flicker to the rectangular form of transportation to his right, dark eyebrows furrowing as he eyes it with increasing suspicion.

Raising a single hand in the air, a jerking gesture to retreat a few steps is signalled to his men that line his back.

"Boss?"

It's Hoseok, on his left as he throws the younger a puzzled expression, backing up the other's signal to the other men as he points backwards from where they came from, dismissing the looks of confusion.

The men loiter in indecision, guns held loosely in their grasp as they await further orders. Jeongguk and Hoseok stand a few feet ahead, ears pricked up in utmost attention.

"What's wrong?"the orange haired male queries, squinting at the body of the truck which seemed to have attracted the other's attention greatly.

Jeongguk watches the truck, speculating eyes unraveling the form of transportation as if he were viewing the contents from the inside out. And then suddenly, almost as if a light had flickered above his head, his eyes enlarge just the slightest, expression still carefully masked in eased indifference.

"Back up."he murmurs, eyes never once straying from the truck, "Now."

If it hadn't been for the somber expression upon the younger's face, Hoseok wouldn't have held himself from questioning the other's foolish decision. They had gotten this far, what was stopping them?

Masking his disappointment with a submissive nod, he gestures for the mass of men to trickle back slowly from the streets they had emerged from.

It's almost as soon as he raises his hand to bid them his command, there's a sickening sound of a bullet ripping through metal and shooting just millimetres away from his neck.

Thankfully it doesn't hit anyone, plummeting through the cement walls to their side, but it's enough to shock the orange haired male, full lips parted in surprise as he darts around to face the direction of the bullet.

"What the fu-"

He's cut off by strong arms gripping his shoulders and shoving him to the floor, a muffled groan falling from his lips as his body makes contact with rough ground. There's a distant sound of a metal door being slid open and Jeongguk shouting in his ear.

"Get out!"Jeongguk yells over the sudden onslaught of shots, bullets whizzing past their ears as they hurry to their feet.

Hoseok nods, a grim frown lining his gentle features as he mocks a salute before sprinting off, careful to shoot a well aimed bullet over his shoulder every five stops, a pleased smile lacing his lips every so often.

The dark haired male curses, pale fingers pressed tightly to the body of his gun as he runs for cover, narrowly missing the shower of bullets that hiss at his heels.

Scowling, he presses his shoulder to the side of the rusty garage bin, squinting lightly at the now opened truck which contains a crowd of men, guns raised and a sick smirk splayed over their lips as they shoot madly, cackles of laughter lacing the air.

"Boss!"the shrill voice the male in his ear screams over the commotion before him, "What are we supposed to do?"

The young leader growls inwardly as he watches one of his men being shot repeatedly, bloodied body falling to the ground with a sicking crunch. The man shooting the bullets however does not cease, shrieking his delight as he lobs another round of bullets at the already dead man, eyes lit with malice.

Narrowing his eyes in distaste, he diverts his line of vision away from the gruesome sight of open guts and flowing blood, he replies gruffly, aiming carefully at the man who still continues to shoot at the other, "Bring them in. All routes. Let's show these fuckers how Bangtan plays."

Bang.

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BANG BANG BANG