I was a lazy potato so I only drew his face. This was the first time I've done a portrait of someone or actually bothered to draw so don't judge me too harshly! Everyone told me it doesn't look like him so I can guarantee that this is terrible! Sorry for burning your eyes.

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Silence. It slathers the mustard fields with sickening excess, tumbling over the rigid winds and winding past their terror-light frames.

Apprehension etches the group's features, eyes drained from their usual mischievous glint and replaced with hollow trepidation that wrenches at their cores. It was almost pathetic to conclude that their fate now remained at the disclosure of the dotted charcoal upon rolling plains, all obscured by a slat of thin, chiseled wood.

"Open it."Baekhyun murmurs, eyes trained dutifully on the door that none could seem to draw their attention from.

His dark haired partner scowls, elbow curving to reach behind the injured blond and pinch at his boyfriend's hip playfully, "You open it!"

The childish actions snap the males once severe infatuation at the exit, or in the case the entry to the crumbling house.

"You do it!"the ginger haired male snaps, a hint of slight amusement in his honey eyes regardless of the warning that threads his tone.

"No."Chanyeol defies, huffing as his lower lip juts out into a defensive pout, "There's no way I'm going to be the offering to Satan himself."

The gaiety of the once forlorn atmosphere is strangely comforting, a gentle smile settling on the youngest's chapped lips.

"I'll do it."the blond rasps, flicking his head to rid the dirty blonde lock that settles over the bridge of his nose.

The smiles that had once loitered on the males features slips at the younger's statement, concern masking their expression as the eldest throws him a wary glance, "You got a death wish or something?"

Chanyeol merely purses his lips, acceptance evident in his dark eyes as he elicits a curt nod, "Kid's right, Jeongguk won't shoot if he goes out first."

As insensitive as the thought is, all three of them silently agree for surely the mafia leader wasn't so cold hearted to murder his partner was he? The man was evidently much too infatuated to, even so the dangers remains prominent as ever.

"Alright then."Baekhyun exclaims, words cutting the silence that settles over them, "Go on out there and be pretty."

His words, aimed for a last shot at comedy unravels to the floor in a coil of ash, acting as little to no aid to the terror that grapples the air around them.

Taehyung hobbles forward, the sensation of fingertips thumbing over his waist a comforting option of support as fire ignites, greater than before, over his body.

His fingers curl over the doorknob, wary and doubtful as the wood thumps beneath him. Exhaling shakily, his palm tightens and he tugs the door open.

The first aspect that appears prominent to the blond is the lack of men dotting the fields. In fact it seems as if the only people present in the area was simply a small group of men that held dear places in his heart. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi stand, guns raised as they form a protective circle around two clothed men between them.

Two? He thinks bemusedly, squinting to peer subtly at the tight formation of black around the men.

Silver hair that appears haggardly ruffled, cherry cheeks stained with teary trails and wide, round eyes that scream trepidation.

"Jimin!"

His voice rings across the fields, shrill and desperate as all sense of comprehension and sensibility evaporate from his mind, his body flinging forward to aid his friend.

A strong hand darts out from behind him, sturdy fingers threading through the bloodied material of his shirt as they tug him back, his back colliding with a broad chest. The blond is shivering, caramel eyes wide with anxiousness as his bottom lip juts out in a quivering pout.

"Hey."Chanyeol murmurs in his ear, head dipping to mutter condolence past his dirty blond locks, "Calm down buddy. They won't hurt him, okay? Breathe, hey c'mon, deep breaths for me."

He wants to thrash in the elder's old, tell him that no, his silver haired friend had a chance of not being okay. He wants to scream and yell for the man to let him go, let him save his friend who was in his lover's clutches. But he can't.

He's too weak and feeble to provide any source of aid to rid the other male from the mafia leader's grasps.

" 'atta boy."the dark haired man mumbles, evidently pleased with his consoling words, "Smart moves from now on okay? You're going to be okay."

Offering a meek nod in hopes that the man would free him from the tight hold, Taehyung diverts his line of vision from the wooden verandah and instead to the group of men.

Almost as soon as he raises his head and locks eyes with his significant other he finds himself deeply regretting the action, the nostalgic sensation of his memory and rendezvous with his silver haired friend suddenly displayed vulnerably above his head, scratching at his skin.

Jeongguk watches him with cold, brooding eyes, charcoal orbs rid of their usual affectionate spark replaced by a hollow cellar of nothing.

His skin prickles in discomfort, eyes flickering elsewhere in attempt to shake off the sudden insects that seems to writhe upon his body.

"Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol."the mafia leader suddenly calls out, voice thundering across murky green heads and resonating across the floorboards, "What a pleasure to finally see you out in the open, it was getting rather lonely out here without our main guests."

Even without directly viewing them, Taehyung can smell the aversion that radiates from the two males. There's a gentle rustle of clothing as Baekhyun tenses, moving to press at his boyfriend's side.

"How cute."Jeongguk coos, mockery evident in his tone, "Scared are you Byun? Gonna piss your pants, like the fucking pussy you are?"

A queer look of restrained fury overcomes Chanyeol's features, fist jerking subtly as the veins on his neck come into view, lips parting to reply with a snappy comment of his own.

"Don't."Baekhyun hisses, voice so quiet that even Taehyung struggled to catch on, slim fingers overlapping his partner's tensed fist, "He's not worth it."

Complying, the male drops his arm, settling to present his enmity through a sharp glare that bored holes into his ex-leader.

Even so, it had been much too late to cover up Chanyeol's threatening demeanour towards the mafia leader, Jeongguk raises an inquisitive eyebrow as he watches the trio through hooded eyes.

"Watch are you gonna do Park? Beat me up? Shoot me to hell? Go on, give it a shot you fucking cumdump."

Regardless to his partner's warning, the male surges forward, fist raised and lips curled into a snarl, "Shut the fuck up -"

The opportunity to finish his sentence is abruptly snatched away, the sound of hissing metal slashing at the air, followed by a agonising shriek.

Taehyung can only watch in horror as the bullet lodges itself firmly within his company's flesh, the familiar velvet red striking across pale skin evoking an uncomfortable sting to his own wounds.

"Baek!"the dark haired male shouts out in desperation, dropping to his knees where his boyfriend lays, limbs sprawled and eyes screwed shut to hinder the approaching tears.

The ginger haired male groans, eyes fluttering open to asses the fatality of his injury, swooping over his lanky frame and finally halting at the protruding bone of his hip. Blood spews from the area, drenching his jeans and sweater alike, spilling across both himself and his boyfriend who cradles him close.

His mouth feels dry, tongue heavy in its cavity as he permits his eyes to flicker from the gruesome view of torn flesh to the stoic faces of his friends and lover.

"Please."the blond croaks throatily, voice cracking as he yearns for it to resound across the fields and worm itself into their ears, "Don't do this, please."

They had heard, the forlorn expression a clear giveaway, the leader of them all gritting his teeth in attempt to tame the flaming fire in his mind as he shoots a seething glare at the blond.

"Taehyung."

Maybe it is the final acceptance of his presence that's valued by his partner that triggers the sudden heat to his cheeks and rush in his veins, the young boy coming to a frozen halt as he fixes his timid gaze on the raven haired male. He tries not to allow his thoughts to linger too long on the use of his real name, or the icy tinge that slathers its component.

"Come."Jeongguk demands, lips curling into a threatening snarl, the whites of knuckles obtrusive along the ridges of his gun.

The blond flickers his gaze meekly from the agonised couple to the stone faces of his friends and partner, Jimin's head bowed shamefully to the soil. His gut wrenches in indecision, body unable to drag itself from the pitiful state of the ginger haired male splayed upon his own blood, boyfriend sniffling at his side. What was he to do? Risk his life and wellbeing saving two that had an extremely high certainty to being disposed off anyway or join the group of men who were to kill a man who had acted out of desperation - something he would've done too - and another out of pure love.

His poorly painted rose lips tremble as he exhales shakily, insides alike to squelching muck beneath sodden boots. Although his gut feels as if it were to empty by any second, his mind stands firm with defiance as he pushes his shoulders back, hair pushed back to provide an unobscured vision.

"No."

Taehyung is thankful that his voice doesn't waver, instead wording his opinion in firm resilience as his feet edge him towards the two males.

Placing a gentle hand of Chanyeol's trembling shoulder, his gaze flits towards the stunned crowd of men, "No. You'll have go through me if you want to go anywhere near them."

"Taehyung, you can't be serious -"

Swivelling to face the male's stunned gaze, the ginger haired male concerned eyes fleeting over his pale cheeks. Maybe he was absurd to rescue the man who had lured him into the hand's of one that lurked at the darkest crevices of his murky visions. Deep down, past the dry sensation of dejection, the blond knew very well that what he was doing was right.

"No." he interrupts, smiling firmly, no spite in his expression but bold determination, "I'm with you guys."

"Taehyung!"Jeongguk snarls, a heavy scowl heaving at his lips, tone slathered now in nothing but bubbling fury, "Come here now!"

"Not until you let them go!"he snaps, blotchy eyes narrowing down at the group of men.

"Don't test me. Come. Now."

His strong will to bring the couple out to safety in one piece tethers, the trepidation that anchors itself at his chest, thrashing wildly.  It's a miracle that his expression remains as to one of indifference despite the tremor that travels up his spine, frigid lips crisp at the base of his neck.

"Taehyung."the mafia leader says languidly, eyes hooded as he dismisses the astounded expressions of his amiable tone.

"I won't repeat myself. Get your fucking ass here now."

There's no differentiation in his tone nor does his face gives away any sign of animosity, but a visible threat seems to crowd the vicinity he stands in. His words are effective, lathered in its vicious content that successfully wracks what he thought was steel hard persistence. Shuddering, he dismisses the slight flatter in his stoic demeanour, ridding himself from any signs of visible distress as he return the sharp gaze.

"Not until you let them go."

Jeongguk raises a single eyebrow, lips curled in a mocking smirk, "That's not going to happen and you know that. One way or another I'll get my hands on them, dead or alive."

Huffing, the blond narrows his eyes furthermore dismissing the sudden spark of pain that singes at his shoulder.

"Well then, I'm not coming down there anytime soon."

The pause is stifling, tethering at the brink of anxiety the blond juts his chin forward, eyes unblinking as he bolds his stance.

Seconds pass, both males gazing solemnly at each other as if the other's intentions were bound to vapour before them.

"So be it."Jeongguk grins coolly, indifferent as he tilts his head nonchalantly, coal pigmented eyes motioning something to his friends.

Taehyung watches anxiously,

Blond hair matting his forehead, he peers beneath his lashes, lips trembling as the orange haired male flickers his line of vision from himself and to the barrel that's jutted forward.

"No!"he finds himself exclaiming, bloodied frame dragging itself before the terrified couple, arms spread as he forms a pathetic human barrier.

"They haven't done anything to you for God's sake! Baekhyun had no choice, it was either me or his boyfriend and I know for a fact if you or myself were in his shoes we won't hesitate to chose. And Chanyeol, he didn't do anything but pick love over
his gang. The boy's an angel, and I swear if you shoot either of them I won't talk to you forever! Ever!"

Maybe if the situation hadn't been so tense or life-threatening, most males in the vicinity would have been reduced to a muddle of goo at the seemingly terrifying threat. But considering that the scene was the absolute opposite, all smothered there coos - some more skilfully than others, even Jimin in the hold of Jeongguk's bone-crushing hold couldn't hide the quirks of his lips - with cold masks of indifference.

Panting with the sudden fade of the once present adrenaline in his veins, the blond permits his gaze to travel from each one of the members, expression nothing but one of pleading desperation.

"Just please don't hurt them."he murmurs languidly, eyelids fluttering close as a sudden heavy weight seems to pull at his mind.

"Please."

And then all is an abyss of eternal black.

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Regular and Irregular are such bops oh my God. All of them were just..too much for heart to handle. Stream if you can!