Missed me?Sorry to leave you hanging. Life had been shit and I just got back.Buckle up. The ride is gonna get real bumpy. Got used to fluff and smut??? Time for some action...TW: Blood, violence and gun fights

***

Agonized screams echoed through the darkness of the room, bouncing off the walls. The pain radiated would have melted anyone's heart but not Jimin's. The crime lord just tilted his head, eyes emotionless as he stared at the lanky man wheezing on the floor.

"Ready to speak now?" Taehyung asked, standing over his cowering figure.

Jimin rotated his ankle that was resting on top of his left knee, a glass of his favorite whiskey loosely held on his left hand while his right hand supported his chin. He was bored. The man took too long to talk, pretended he was innocent when he wasn't.

Song Jun-lee was a pimp who worked with several brothels and was involved deeply in the shadiest part of the underground. Parts of shit Jimin was disgusted to explore since childhood. It was a part of his world, but not for him.

"I don't have all day..." Taehyung said in a sing-a-song voice.

"Jun-lee-ssi, our Taehyungie isn't known for his patience," Seokjin, who was leaning on Jimin's chair with a hand on his hip, intervened. "You should have known things were serious when you're being interrogated by the king himself. Speak if you want to keep breathing."

The man's wide eyes flitted from Jimin to Seokjin to then Taehyung. He swallowed audibly, clutching his thigh in a death grip to stop the bleeding. Taehyung had rendered him motionless, foot resting on top of the knife he'd lodged there a while ago.

"J-Jeon Hyewa was pregnant when she was exiled to Japan," the man coughed, clutching a hand over his chest. Blood dripped down his chin and to the floor. His chest heaved with every breath he took. "I was told to take her to Akito and I did. I-I don't know what happened after that."

"Akito?" Seokjin mused. "As in Haru Akito?"

The man nodded vehemently. "Y-Yes."

Jimin's blood froze in his veins. That man was scum. One of the leading scums that sold women and men to brothels and sex clubs. Young men and women who were unfortunate enough to be born with beauty were taken from their homes and family to be sold off. There was high demand for virgins. He didn't even want to imagine what situation Hyewa could be in right now if he had got his hands on her.

"Where did he send her?" his voice boomed across the room, causing the man to shiver.

"D-Don't know. My job was only to deliver her. Akito doesn't like anyone asking questions."

Taehyung pressed his heel on his thigh, causing more blood to ooze out. "I know you know more. Talk or..."

The man howled in pain.

"R-Red Velvet," he wheezed. "T-That's where she was from. C-Club Red Velvet ." He fell down, curling into a ball when Taehyung removed his feet. "Jungwoo bought her from there. That's all I know. Please..."

Jimin's jaw clenched at the same time his heart dropped to his stomach. Club Red Velvet was very popular in the underground circle. The Velvets as they liked to call themselves were involved in human trafficking for decades, abducting young women and men for the sex trade.

The ruthless Russian gang was famous for their virgin auctions. Young, teenage or beautiful women who sold for millions to become someone's sex slave or a pet.

If Hyewa was from there...

Shit!

A bullet sound brought him out of his thoughts. Taehyung pocketed his gun and used his foot to roll the bloodied man, now a corpse, onto his back.

"Whether you knew more or not, you were involved. That actin in our books call for punishment," he said and eyed Jimin and Seokjin. "What next?"

"Club Red Velvet 's next auction is this weekend. It's huge and invitations have been sent out to almost every gang in Asia and Europe." Seokjin looked up from his phone. His gaze visibly darkened and a scowl spread on his face when he eyed the corpse. "There's a high possibility they might be involved."

"Confirm our attendance. Find out more about Hyewa." Jimin's features hardened and his fury continued to grow. "Ask dad what he knows about this."

Seokjin nodded and exited the room.

"Are you gonna tell Jungkook?" Taehyung asked as he wiped the blood on a kerchief someone handed him on their way out.

"Not now. We need to find out if she's alive or not. If she's in Red Velvet..." Jimin trailed off, not wanting to think. "I don't think Jungkookie can handle that."

"I'm sure your old bastard must know more. He'd been butting heads with Jungwoo for decades." Their heels clicked off on the floor.

Jimin nodded. "Get to the bottom of this. Don't utter a word to Jungkookie until we find the truth."

"Got it!"

***

Jungkook's world spun and he let out a loud yelp when his cheek was pressed to the cold surface of the desk. When he entered Jimin's office in their shared apartment, this wasn't the welcome he expected. He had knocked at the door, announcing that he was coming in. But this didn't feel like Jimin's damned reflexes.

Jimin had pinned him to the desk. When he began to lift his bathrobe, Jungkook knew why, his cheeks heated up.

"You dare show up here in just a flimsy bathrobe and expect me to not fuck you into oblivion?" Jimin bent to kiss his earlobe, sucking the outer shell of his ear.

"Hyung-nim..." Jungkook arched his hip to meet Jimin's finger that was between the crevice of his ass cheeks, circling his rim.

Jimin hummed moving down and he felt his breath fanning over his hole. He cursed when he felt the first lick over his rim.

"Fuck!"

Jimin buried his face between his ass cheeks, parting it with his thumb as he licked from his perineum to the hole.

"Hyung..." Jungkook moaned, spreading his legs more to give him clear access. His brain short-circuited scrambling to remember why he came here in the first place. "There's something—ah...fuck! Ngh—"

Jimin had pushed his tongue inside him, fucking him in and out. "Go on," his voice was muffled against his skin.

Jungkook whimpered, trying hard to focus. "I-I have to—oh...um...fuck!"

"You have to..." Jimin sucked at his rim, twirling his tongue around it.

"G-Go to C-China." He arched his back once more when Jimin entered him with his tongue, licking inside him. "F-For The M-MedTech Conference."

Jimin hummed louder, the voice vibrating from his hole to his other parts of the body. His toes curled with how fervently he was eating him out. His tongue was so warm and slippery inside him, touching all the right places. The places he couldn't reach, he used his slicked fingers. Jungkook was yet to figure out how skillfully Jimin managed to do it all at once without removing his tongue from inside of him.

"When do you leave?" Jimin asked, pumping two of his fingers in and out. Jungkook was still a little loose from last night.

Sex was constant between them. They were fucking each other every night if they weren't too tired or feeling sleepy. Jungkook craved for Jimin and Jimin was always happy to meet his demands.

"T-Tomorrow." Jungkook's breath hitched. "I-I tried to send N-Namjoon hyun—oh—"

"Yes?"

"F-Feels so good." His fingers scrambled for purchase only to slip through the polished surface of the desk. He settled to curl his fingers around the edge of the table. "Right there. Right there, hyung. Fuck! You make me feel so good."

Jimin only hummed before burying his tongue inside him. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his skull. He pushed his hips to meet his tongue only to be restricted by Jimin. He whimpered, loving when Jimin manhandled him.

"I-I'll be g-gone for a w-week."

Jimin pulled out causing him to whine. But he heard a rustle and Jungkook's world spun when once more Jimin turned him around. He bent to lift Jungkook onto the table with ease. Jungkook let his legs fall open, bringing his knees closer to his chest as he bared himself for Jimin.

Jimin licked his lips, unbuckling his pants and freeing his erect cock. Jungkook moaned at the sight. He couldn't believe Jimin was all his. Such a fine specimen of a man was exclusive to him. And he said he loved him.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched Jimin slick up his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with his entrance. He was still fully dressed in his morning clothes. His signature black shirt strained at his chest. Black hair that had grown longer fell over his eyes. Jungkook once again moaned at the sight. There was something so sexy when Jimin kept his clothes on and he was the only one naked.

"I'm headed to France the day after tomorrow and then to Russia later," Jimin said. "One of my CEOs will be attending the conference in China."

He slowly pushed inside, allowing Jungkook to adjust to his length.

"I'll miss you," Jungkook moaned.

"I'll miss you too, baby." He pulled out all the way, until only the tip of his cock was inside before slamming right into him.

Jungkook arched his back and his grip on his legs slipped. Jimin grabbed his leg and put it over his shoulders. He kissed his inner knees, his hips never missing the rhythm. The skin slapping sound was so lewd that Jungkook was even more aroused by it. His cock dripped precum over his abdomen and bobbed with every thrust.

"Hyung-nim...f-faster please..."

"Look at you being all whiny and needy." Jimin slapped his thigh before gripping it tighter. He began to fuck him faster. "What would the others think when they find out you're hyung's little plaything, hmm?"

"T-They'll be j-jealous," Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back and clutching the edge of the desk tighter. "O-Only I-I get to see h-hyung-nim like this."

"Mhmm...such a precious baby," he praised. "Knows how to make his hyung-nim happy. Always good for hyung, always taking hyung so good."

"Y-Yes," Jungkook whimpered. "'M good. G-Good baby."

Jimin let his legs fall from his shoulder and wrapped them around his hips before falling forward to capture his lips. The kiss was wet and messy. Jungkook tasted himself in his mouth along with the edible lube. The sweetness of the strawberry flavor was still fresh in his mouth. It was so dirty, considering where it had been before but that thought alone was enough to spur Jungkook on.

Jimin teased his nipples, causing his breath to hitch. It felt fucking good and he closed his eyes just giving in to the feeling. The delicious friction that was being caused on his cock by the tight press of their bodies together was so good. Jungkook didn't think he'd last long. Not when Jimin was fucking him so good.

"W-Wanna c-cum," he pleaded. "Please...hyung-nim. Wanna cum."

"Hold on, baby. Just a little longer."

Jungkook shook his head. The brush of Jimin's cock over his prostate with every thrust was a bit too much. "C-Can't. So close...'M so close," he whimpered.

"You'll hold a little longer, baby. Else hyung will make you cum one more time."

But Jungkook could not when his prostate was being massaged like that and he was already so close with Jimin eating him out. Jungkook cried out, his orgasm washing over him without warning. He came all over his chest and abdomen, some drops of it splashing over his neck and over Jimin's shirt.

He felt tears pooling in his eyes. "S-Sorry. Sorry, hyung-nim."

Jimin grabbed his face with a hand. "Shh...Baby couldn't hold off, hmm?"

"' M sorry..." He was suddenly overwhelmed and overcome by his emotions. His tears sprang free and he eyed Jimin with trembling lips. "I-I'll be good n-next time. S-Sorry."

Jimin hadn't stopped fucking him. His hips continued to snap faster than before. "What did hyung tell you if you couldn't hold it?"

Jungkook's eyes widened but soon fluttered as if he had trouble keeping them open. "T-That I'll have to cum again."

Jimin smiled coyly. "Right."

His hand holding his face slipped between them, gripping his softened cock. He smeared the cum over his cock, using it as a lube. Jungkook was already whimpering from the oversensitivity of Jimin fucking him through his orgasm, but the pleasure was building once again.

He wanted to be good. He loved it when Jimin praised him. He could do this. He could make his hyung-nim happy.

"I-Is baby good?" he couldn't help but ask, knowing Jimin was purposefully holding the answer. He loved it when Jungkook begged.

"Were you good? Hmm...I don't know...You came before I gave you my permission, didn't you?"

Jungkook whimpered softly. "Please...I-I'll cum again. I-I'll be good. Baby will be good."

Jimin cupped his face and bent to kiss him again. "Baby is always good to hyung. The best." He kissed him deeper and Jungkook kissed him with just the same fervor.

"Love you. L-Love you so much."

"Hyung loves you too, Jungkookie..."

He gripped Jimin's biceps, arching his back and digging his heels onto his back. "Cum inside me, hyung. Please...i-it's too much."

"Yeah? Want me to stop?"

Jungkook shook his head immediately. "N-No. Don't stop. I can take it. Baby can take it."

Every day he'd found himself growing more comfortable with Jimin. When the slip to the subspace came every time Jimin fucked him Jungkook was ready, welcomed it even. It felt so good to let go of everything and trust Jimin to take care of him. And Jimin was so good at it. He felt so cherished and wanted.

"Then take what hyung gives you. You'll cum first this time and take me until I cum."

Jungkook whimpered upon hearing the dominance in his stern voice. Oh, the way he loved it.

Jimin was relentless with his thrusts, snapping his hips forward without missing a beat. His hand jerking him off was timed perfectly. Soon he was coming for the second time all over Jimin's hand and his stomach with a pleasure-filled gasp.

Jungkook's vision went white and he felt like floating. He felt Jimin thrust into him a couple of times before he was coming inside him. The rest was all a blur as usual. He felt himself being settled against soft pillows and nuzzled into it.

Jimin cleaned him and pulled the covers over him before undressing and climbing behind him. He kissed his bare shoulders and held him tight against his chest as Jungkook slowly climbed down from his high.

The dragon leader wanted to stay in his safe space forever. It felt so good. When he finally came down Jimin was still cuddled up to him, stroking his hair, his nose buried into his neck.

He will miss this. He felt a pout forming in his lips as he remembered they wouldn't be seeing each other for two weeks. Fuck. He hated work. If possible, he wanted to stay with Jimin all the time. Though he was the one who said, he wanted to keep their gangs separate now he wondered if they should unite them under one umbrella.

However, he was too exhausted to speak and found himself drifting off to sleep under Jimin's care. They could talk later when he wasn't getting railed ten different ways to the next day.

***

"Hello, son. Heard you had some questions about Jungwoo."

Jimin looked up from the documents with a boring look. "What do you know about Jeon Hyewa?" He came right to the point, uninterested in pleasantries.

His father sighed, used to his cold shoulder. "It's about your boy, I see." He occupied the empty chair in front of him and crossed his legs at the knee. "No one here knows much about Hyewa," he began. "It was around the time you were born. We were in Russia when I heard Jungwoo was there too."

Jimin put the documents aside and reclined in his seat.

His father scratched his chin. "There was a rumor in the underground that Jungwoo had acquired the Venus."

"Venus?"

His father hummed. "Red Velvet has this stupid category for their goods," he said with a scrunch of his nose. "In this case, virgins. The most beautiful ones, the outstanding ones as per their criteria is called the Venus. The goods in this category are available only for premium clients and ridiculously expensive. But imagine the competition at the auction."

Jimin swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. "So she was a Venus."

"I guess so. Jungwoo was very secretive with his relationship. No one knew he had a son until he turned four. He never allowed Hyewa to leave his mansion in the outskirts of Incheon. It's like a fortress. No one can go there."

Jimin nodded. "What else do you know?"

"That's it. That they separated and Jungwoo had other flings but nothing permanent." His father frowned. "You know they are expendable. No one gives a fuck unless it mattered. Everyone knew Jungwoo was incapable of loving anyone."

Jimin stood to walk around his desk. "What do you know about these auctions?"

"Enough to tell you how to win one."

***

Jungkook should have known better than to go to Russia without informing Jimin. He'd tried calling him immediately when he received the news but Jimin was already on board his plane and they couldn't talk.

He didn't think his trip to Russia would lead to this. He flinched when another bullet hit the window, breaking it effectively.

"Hold on, Jungkookie." Hoseok hovered above him, applying pressure on his chest. "Fuck!" His hyung hissed. "Namjoon-ah, drive faster. He's bleeding out."

The tires screeched and the car swerved violently. Hoseok hit his head on the side of the driver seat but his hands didn't once lessen the pressure he had on his chest.

"Fuck, Namjoon-ah," he cursed again. "Hold on a little more, Jungkookie. We're almost there."

Jungkook didn't know where. His vision was swimming and his breath was coming out as short pants. They were ambushed and he'd taken at least three bullets. One at his hip and two at his chest. The pain was blinding. It burned everywhere and he could tell he was losing too much blood. Hoseok was drenched in it.

Even Yoongi had taken a hit while saving him from the fourth bullet. He wanted to check on him but he couldn't lift his head. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and his throat was parched. Tears filled his eyes and he wanted to see Jimin. Needed to hear his voice.

"Jungkook-ah..."

Someone shook him. Blood was filling his throat and made it harder for him to breathe. He coughed blood, causing Hoseok to curse.

"Stay awake for me please."

Tell Jimin I'm sorry.

"Jungkook!"

"No, no, no. Fuck! We're losing him."

"Jungkook!"

Jimin's cocky grin was the last thing he remembered before he slipped into the darkness.

***

Yoongi shot at the car that was chasing them with sharp precision. The bullet hit the front tire and the car swerved off the lane, flipping upside down in the middle of the road.

A few cars crashed into it. Smoke and dust billowed around the car. Namjoon drove expertly, careening through the traffic, racing through it, and barely avoiding the vehicles.

There were more cars, bullets flew left, right, and center in broad daylight. Fuck.

"There's a Bratva compound closer. Drive there," he yelled at Namjoon, holding his bleeding shoulder. He had wrapped his suit jacket tight around the wound to stop the bleeding. Their security team was all killed and it was just them.

When they'd gotten the message that Jungkook's mother was in Russia, they hadn't thought twice. Jungkook had tried calling Jimin before boarding the plane and after landing in Russia. Unfortunately, Jimin was on a plane and he couldn't get in touch with him.

Perhaps, they should have waited for Jimin or done a background check. They didn't think someone would ambush them in Russia. They had paid dearly for their carelessness.

Namjoon's presence of mind saved Yoongi and Hoseok from being hit. But it was too late for Jungkook. The apartment in the given address was empty and unknown men began to shoot at them randomly when they stepped outside of the building.

Yoongi managed to drag Jungkook inside one of the cars while Namjoon and Hoseok shot at their assailants. Then they drove out of there like a bat out of hell.

"We can't just drive into a Bratva compound," Namjoon shouted over the noise, moving his head right on time to avoid the bullet that embedded itself in the seat. "They'll shoot us without question if we tried to enter the compound without permission."

"Jungkook will die if you don't," Hoseok hissed from the backseat, shaking the unconscious maknae furiously. "Please do something."

"Fuck. Okay. Okay."

He stepped on the gas and the car lurched forward. Namjoon took a hard left causing the car to swerve hard and almost causing them to go on two wheels, but he effortlessly handled it, entering the Bratva territory.

The cars chasing them had seemed to realize what they were doing belatedly because their cars halted with a screech, smoke billowing behind them.

"Call Viktor," Hoseok shouted, hands still applying pressure over Jungkook's chest. "He isn't breathing." He began chest compressions and kept breathing for him. "Fuck, Jungkookie, don't die on me please. Breathe. Breathe for me please."

"Fuck!"

Yoongi reached for Namjoon's phone with a bloody hand, shakily finding Viktor's number. As fate would have it, the man didn't answer the call. Yoongi kept trying with a curse slipping off his mouth every five seconds.

"He isn't answering."'

"Just keep going. He has to help us," Hoseok said. "Jimin wouldn't forgive him if Viktor hurt any of us."

"I'm holding onto that," Namjoon called from the driver's seat. "Hold tight. We're almost there."

They knew the moment they entered the heart of the territory. It was so different from their streets. They were men wandering on the streets with loaded guns and exposed arms full of tattoos.

Shit.

He saw a few of them already alerting the others when they approached the compound; at least a hundred men were waiting for them, ready to shoot. Their loaded guns were aimed at them.

Yoongi stepped out first, arms raised in the air to show he had come in peace. "I'm Min Yoongi of the Dragons from South Korea," he said in fluent Russian. "We were ambushed and our leader Jeon Jungkook was shot. We need your help."

The men looked among them with a smug smile. One tall man stepped forward. "How is that our concern?" His voice was thick and lacked any kind of emotion.

"Hurry, Yoongi," Hoseok yelled from the back seat. "I can't feel his pulse." His voice was cracking.

Yoongi had no time to spare. "Because he belongs to Park Jimin of the Cobras. Or should I say your Vory V Zakone?" He tilted his head to the side. "I think it's safe to assume you're aware of the consequences of messing with something that belongs to your Captain Jimin."

Namjoon didn't wait to see their response. He stepped out of the vehicle and went to the back seat, hoisting Jungkook's unconscious form in his arms with the help of Hoseok. "You let him die in this compound, you'll face the wrath of your captain."

The man didn't look smug anymore. His expression had turned serious. "The Cobras and the Dragons are enemies."

"Call Jimin or Viktor. But first, help him. You have nothing to lose. But if he died...I can't say the same."

The men looked at each other as if contemplating. Another guy approached the first one. "Viktor and Jimin are traveling. They can't be reached at this moment."

"Please," Namjoon pleaded. "You can ask them later. Help him first."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment before motioning them inside. "Take away their weapons. Call the doctor."

The next eight hours were a blur for Yoongi. Inside the compound, the building was modern and bigger than their base with a dedicated wing for a hospital. Mostly the gangs had a medical wing in their base with a doctor to treat their injuries and they hoped Bratva would have a similar setup when they arrived here.

The hospital here was advanced with modern tech, which gave them hope. He watched as they rushed in with several blood bags among other things. Someone took him into another room and cleaned his wound, stitching it but he felt nothing as he waited anxiously for the doctor to come out of the operation room.

It was after another hour that the doctor finally stepped outside. Namjoon hurried to her immediately.

"How is he?" he asked. "How is our Jungkook?"

"He'll live," she said, removing her mask, eying them. "Can't let my future brother-in-law die on my watch, can I?"

Yoongi's eyes widened as he stared at the woman, vaguely remembering Jimin's words. Her uncanny resemblance to Jimin was all the confirmation he needed to put the two and two together.

"Park Ji-Jia," the doctor introduced herself with a smile and turned to the others. "Show them to the rooms and help them settle comfortably," she said. "Jimin wouldn't be happy if he found out you are keeping them prisoners."

"Yes, doctor." The men hurried to obey.

"Thank you," Hoseok said, bowing at her. "Thank you so much."

She smiled. "Jungkook is safe though he has to be under supervision. Jimin is informed and is on his way. Get some rest." She pocketed her stethoscope. "I don't think you'll get any once he's here. Come with me." With that, she pivoted on her heel and walked back to the room Jungkook was in. "You can see him once. He won't wake until tomorrow."

They immediately hurried after her, wanting to catch a glimpse of their dongsaeng. Jungkook looked broken and pale in the hospital bed, wrapped in gauze and hooked in tubes. His breathing was shallow but the heart monitor was the only comfort along with the doctor's words.

"The bullet missed his heart by a centimeter. It was a close call," Jia said, adjusting the sheet around his middle. "His lung was punctured. Whoever kept him breathing for him did a great job. He will have trouble walking because of the bullet that damaged his hipbone. Fortunately, there was no break, but it'll take a long time before he recovers fully. Means, he'll be in a wheelchair and must go through proper rehabilitation therapy."

Yoongi felt his knees weaken and he gripped at the bed rail. "What do you mean he can't walk?"

Jia exhaled. "I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do about it. He'll walk with time and therapy."

"When will he wake up?" Namjoon's voice wavered.

"In a day or two," she said. "You all look like shit. Go and freshen up. I'll watch him for you."

Namjoon looked like he wanted to ask more but his shoulders slumped. "Thank you."

With that, they were urged out of the room into the adjacent one.

***

Namjoon moved robotically, stripping out of his blood-soaked clothes, and quickly showered, hissing when the water touched the scrapes on his body. The cold water soothed his pain.

It should have been him. His eyes shut tight and he clenched his jaw. He remembered vividly what went down.

They were attending the conference and was on a break when Jungkook received that information from an anonymous informant. His mother was in Russia. The proof was her photo with another girl in front of a restaurant. The girl's face was blurred and out of the image along with their surroundings.

His mother looked fragile holding onto a paper bag, a smile that was painfully similar to Jungkook lifting the corner of her lips. Jungkook hadn't thought twice before rushing to Russia.

They'd tried to contact Jimin to no avail. It was unknown territory. The Bratva didn't bother them but that didn't mean they were safe. But Namjoon thought they'd be fine as long as they were careful.

He'd even sent his security team the scope the place ahead of them and had them clear the area. Still, they had walked right into a trap.

The apartment was well lived in and they'd found proof that it indeed belonged to Jungkook's mother. But it looked as if they had left the place in a hurry. The food was untouched on the dining table, spoiled. They deduced it was easily a week or two since anyone was there in that apartment.

They found clothes that belonged to two women. One young and one older. There was a sketchbook on the bedside table. A few of the sketches included Jungkook's portrait as a baby. The last one was a detailed sketch of him as an adult holding a mic. Looked like the replica of one of his photos from a press conference.

It definitely belonged to his mother. It didn't take rocket science to figure out where Jungkook's talent came from. Jungkook was near tears when he saw that. His mom still thought about him and kept tabs on him.

There was nothing much they could tell from the other things they found in the room. Jungkook had found another sketchbook in their closet, which was messy with clothes strewn everywhere even on the floor as if they'd left in a hurry.

The stilettoes and lingerie definitely didn't belong to his mother. This sketchbook had sketches of a baby in different stages. The last portrait of the baby was as a teenager. A girl. She was beautiful with shoulder-long hair, holding a cotton candy in her hand with open-mouthed laughter.

The book ended there and they didn't find anything else. After turning the place upside down and coming up empty-handed they left the building. They were distracted when Jungkook suddenly pushed Namjoon away with a force that sent him crashing on the floor.

Several gunshots echoed through the parking lot and when Namjoon turned, it was already too late. Jungkook was sliding to the floor with fresh blood seeping through his white shirt.

Yoongi jumped in front of him, taking another hit while a stunned Hoseok hauled a staggering Jungkook away. Namjoon pulled out his guns, firing at the assailants, belatedly realizing their security team was taken out.

"Fucking snipers," Yoongi had hissed. "Namjoon-ah, take the wheel. You know the roads."

As they hurried to the nearest car, other cars approached them, guns blazing. Yoongi shot blindly, giving them the distraction they needed to get inside and getaway.

Namjoon then drove faster than he ever did in his entire life to get out of there. With a sigh, he shut the shower and hurried to dry off and get dressed.

Their weapons were confiscated but at least they were given medical care and a room in the hospital wing to stay. Hoseok sat on the bed, looking disheveled and eyes red.

"Hoseok-ah..."

He looked up with a distant look. "Jungkookie doesn't like pain." He teared up. Hoseok was the softest of them all. Namjoon often wondered what that man was doing in a place like this. "H-He wasn't breathing. He wasn't moving."

"He's fine now," Namjoon said. "He's out of danger. You saved him."

Hoseok nodded distractedly. "I thought we lost him. I was so scared."

"Me too." He patted his knee mindful of the blood that had soaked his clothes. "Clean up. There's a lot we have to do. I've already got back up. Our security team is already on a plane."

Hoseok scoffed. "Jimin wouldn't be happy. Whoever it was, they made a wrong move."

Yoongi suddenly hurried inside, his shoulder was bandaged and his sweats hung low on his hip. "Check the news."

His voice and face were grave.

Namjoon immediately turned the TV on, switching to a news channel.

Breaking News: Jeon Group's CEO Jeon Jungkook was killed in a shootout earlier this morning. A wild car chase in broad daylight shows the members of the Russian Bratva shooting at the young CEO's car. Deputy CEO Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok are missing.

According to our sources, they were attending The MedTech Conference in China. What were they doing in Russia? Why were they being chased by the world's most feared mafia?

"Fuck," he cursed. "Jimin's gonna flip. Did you reach him?"

"Jimin landed in Russia twenty minutes ago," Yoongi deadpanned. "He's on his way here with Viktor."

***

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok were huddled together on the couch that was dragged inside Jungkook's room. Yoongi was nodding off due to the painkillers that were given to him while the other two sat staring aimlessly, waiting for Jungkook to wake up and for Jimin to show up.

The constant beep sound coming from the machines was their only consolation. Namjoon's gaze kept scanning Jungkook's face expectantly. The ball tightening in his throat refused to go down and his heart was heavy.

There were several occasions when Jungkook got hurt, but it was never this serious. They'd often laugh when they patched each other up after getting involved in a fight. But this time Jungkook looked so young and unlike the mafia boss he was.

His thin lips were chapped and parted inside the oxygen mask that helped him breathe. Namjoon couldn't help but replay the incidents from yesterday morning when everything went to hell. After years of trying they'd finally found a lead to his mother and thought they were closer.

He itched to go out and start his investigation. They were sure it wasn't Bratva who tried to kill Jungkook. Because their assailants hadn't followed them into the Bratva territory and Namjoon knew Viktor wouldn't dare touch Jungkook if he wanted to keep his head.

He was lost in his thoughts when he felt it. Call it his intuition, but he could almost sense the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It felt as if everything went silent though it was far from it.

Suddenly the door opened. Everyone jumped to their feet. Yoongi swayed on his feet because of the sudden movement. Hoseok straightened him.

Jimin strode in followed by Viktor, Taehyung, and Seokjin. He stood by the end of the bed, his jaw clenching so tight that the veins on his neck strained. The murderous rage on his face sent a chill down Namjoon's spine.

There was a hushed silence in the room and no one dared to speak a word. Jia entered the room silently, going to stand beside Jimin. Taehyung checked the chart by the foot of Jungkook's bed, his face turning grim with every passing second.

Jimin slowly approached Jungkook, one hand reaching to brush his hair away from his face. His gentle fingers stroked his cheek.

"Change the bedding and the sheets," he whispered as if it would hurt Jungkook if he spoke any louder. "These are too rough on his skin."

"Yes, Oppa. That'll be arranged soon," Jia replied, her voice so low.

Jimin turned his head toward Viktor. "I want their heads. Each one of them," he growled low. "Show them what will happen when someone messes with something that belongs to Park Jimin." He ran his fingers down Jungkook's arm.

Viktor gave him a curt nod, gesturing to his men to follow.

Once he left the room, Jimin turned to Namjoon. "What is he doing here?" His voice was still soft but he could sense the conviction and anger behind them.

Namjoon cleared his throat. "We were at the conference when Jungkook received a message about his mother." He fished his pockets to find his phone and walked over to Jimin, handing it.

Jimin immediately took it, scrolling through the messages app, and his brows creased.

"He tried to contact you several times. The message said we had to hurry if he didn't want to miss them," he explained. "We scouted the area before we went there. The intel was right. It was, in fact, where Jungkook's mother lived. We found proof."

Hoseok made Yoongi rest on the couch as he went to grab the sketchbooks from the bag he kept near the couch. Jimin took the sketchbooks, silently going through each sketch, stopping at a few of them a moment too long.

"They weren't there. It looked like they had left in a hurry," Namjoon continued. "This was all we could find. We were exiting the building when they began to attack us. Jungkook...he pushed me to the ground and..." His throat tightened. "They killed our guards. We escaped and rushed here, believing the Bratva would take us in and help Jungkook."

Jimin turned to Jia. "How bad is it?"

"He took three bullets. One missed his heart by a centimeter, the second one punctured his lung and the third damaged his hipbone. He can't walk for a while and has a long path to recovery."

Jimin growled, throwing the sketchbook to the ground. His hand once again reached out to Jungkook, fingers curling around his.

"Taehyungie, find them. If they had left not too long ago, they wouldn't have gone far. Also, track this number."

He touched Jungkook's cheek again, his hand trembling for the first time since Namjoon had met him. His voice wavered. "Hyung has got you, baby. You're safe now."

***

It was two days later when Jungkook finally woke up. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok never left his room. His bedding and sheets were replaced into something more comfortable. Something soft.

Namjoon could never understand Jimin's obsession over Jungkook. It always surprised him how someone as ruthless as Jimin could have a soft spot for someone else. Last night, the Bratva retaliated by finding and executing anyone who was involved in Jungkook's attack.

They indeed brought their heads, left them in public as a warning. It was then Namjoon realized what they were doing all these years was nothing when compared to the Bratva or the Cobras. Shit. Jungkook would have thought twice before doing something like this.

When Jungkook blinked his eyes open, Jimin was hovering over him with an expectant look.

"Hey," he whispered with a soft smile.

"H-Hyun—"

"I got you." He caressed his cheek. "Hyung's got you."

"S-Sorry—"

"Shh...none of that." He smiled. "You're safe now, my baby. Hyung won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

Tears slid down Jungkook's cheeks. "L-Love..."

"Hyung loves you too, baby."

Relief washed over Namjoon as he watched the interaction. Jungkook was awake. Jia checked his vitals and injected him with some painkillers.

"Sleep now, baby. Hyung will be here when you wake up."

Some Visuals:

It's them...it's Be Mine Tannies...