For a moment, the other end of the line is completely silent.

"Where did you hear that name?" Jisoo asks quietly.

There's something odd in the tone of her voice, something you haven't heard before. She's worried, and afraid.

For you.

Jisoo isn't afraid of many things.

Uh oh. That's not a good sign.

"I've just heard it around," you say casually. "I'm serious, Ji. I need you to tell me everything you know."

More silence, then, "Fine. Hold on."

Jisoo shuffles around again, and then you hear a muted clicking sound traveling through in grainy distortion.

"I don't know a lot, but what I don't know I can look up," your cousin says absently. You assume that she's typing on her computer.

"You working?" you ask, to which she hums in affirmation.

"I said I had to go to the bathroom and stepped into the broom closet down the hall," Jisoo sighs. "I'm currently sitting on a tub of rat poison. Ironic, isn't it? Thanks Y/N."

Chuckling, you feel yourself relax a little for the first time, comforted by her voice.

"Really?" you laugh. "No one noticed you carry your laptop with you to go to the bathroom?"

The clicking stops.

"No ones paying attention to me, Y/N. They're trying to find you."

You sigh, and take another peek at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair is frazzled and bushy, and your cheeks have been pinkened by the nip in the air outside. Dark circles ring the undersides of your eyes.

You look dead.

Why is anyone bothering to look for someone like this?

"Why can't they just leave me alone?" You grumble into the phone, voicing your complaints to your most trusted friend.

Jisoo scoffs over the line. "As if. You know you're too important for that. Blood is blood, and you're a purebred."

The statement forces your mind to remember all of those years, the same number of years that you're trying really hard not to remember.

You close your eyes and concentrate to drag yourself away from that mental wasteland of loneliness.

"Jeon..." Jisoo suddenly hisses over the line. "Jeon Jungkook? Is that what you said?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Your cousin swallows hard. "I already knew that he's been brought up before," she says shakily. "But I didn't know why. You haven't actually seen him, have you?"

"What? No!"

Yes.

"Good," Jisoo sighs. "If you do, get away as fast as you can. He's bad news, Y/N, and I mean really bad."

So, not some low-level drug dealer after all.

"What did he do?" you ask curiously.

"Mm, no, it's not him individually. It's what he's a part of." A few more clicks, and Jisoo continues on. "He's been on the family's radar for a while. A couple years, at least. Him and his whole crew."

Ah.

It also isn't just him.

You bet your favorite pair of orange socks that his 'crew' is a six-member group of tattoo artists, running a shop as their cover. Honestly, it hurts a little to think that such sweethearts like Jimin and Hoseok could be capable of criminal activity.

Yoongi?

Absolutely, you can see that one, and Namjoon might be probable as well, but sweet Hoseok? And Jin?

Your bottom lip juts out in disappointment.

"They're called the Bangtan Boys," Jisoo says. "We've done business with them in the past, but so has everyone. They've even got some ins with the cops, I think. Y/N, these guys have a whole freaking network of connections."

Bangtan Boys.

BB's.

You snort a little.

"Why?" You ask, a little confused. You're not used to talking like this, about under-the-radar crime stuff. "What do they do that allows that?"

There's a pause of quietness, and some more tapping. Another pause. "You promise you haven't seen them?"

"Promise," you lie through your teeth. "Come on, Ji."

She groans. "They're crime-family mercenaries, Y/N. Hitmen. Assasins, a whole group of them."

Your heart sinks, disbelief pounding through you. You weren't sure what you were expecting; maybe black market organs or drugs, but not this.

Not professional murders.

The thought that you've spent so much time, alone, with a group of men who hunt people down like animals and kill them sends shivers of horror wracking up your spine.

They had their hands on you.

He had his hands on you.

He had his hands on you, held your skin as he tattooed that beautiful design into your sk-

Wait.

More horror pours into you like a waterfall when you remember something, like a memory firecracker exploding through your mind.

This ink is property of Jeon Jungkook.

Then you remember that Jungkook has an almost identical tattoo to yours, and that you spied flowered vines creeping up the side of Jimin's neck. Your mind also pulls in the picture of Hoseok on that first day, and the unclear sight of a large down the side of his chest.

Holy freaking heck.

"H-how do you know?" you whisper. "If someone's a part of the Bangtan Boys. Is there like a mark, or..."

"A mark?" Jisoo types some more on the computer. "I don't see anything about a tattoo or mark or anything. Wouldn't that be a little obvious?"

Yeah. Way obvious.

You scoff and shake your head. Jisoo's right. There's no way a group of hitmen would so obviously connect themselves together like that, with something so big and visible.

Therefore, there's no way that you got their gang tattoo etched into your thigh.

They just wouldn't do that.

That would be stupid.

Right?

"Thanks Ji," you say, voice soft out of contemplation and shock. "That's all."

Over the line, your cousin's voice goes tender and warm. "Be careful, Y/N," she murmurs. "I don't know what you're doing, or what you're planning, but they're hunting for you. Be careful."

You hang up the phone.

Careful.

That's all you've been. You're ready to be something else than careful. You're tired of careful, but that's the whole problem.

There's no way you can afford to not be careful, not now.

You jump about ten feet into the air when a fist pounds on the door, and a feminine voice yells, "Hey! You can't just lock yourself in there! Other people have to use the bathroom."

Your time's up, but it should've been long enough for the scary man and Jungkook to clear out.

And now you know; if you ever see anyone from BB's tattoo shop again, you're running for your life.

"Sorry," you say lightly to the woman standing outside the door, a murderous glare across her face. "I didn't want to be disturbed."

She grumbles, but you ignore her.

Outside, there's no sign of either Jungkook or the scary man from the corner store. It's only normal people, totally oblivious to the side of the world that's waking among them. The dangerous people.

The hitmen.

Shivering, you shove your hands in your coat pockets, and start to walk home.

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Wow I just wrote that so fast.
Um, surprise double update!