"I don't see any money or deeds in your hand, Namjoon," Seokjin's voice was as smooth as melted chocolate, and Namjoon found it hard to control his temper.

"I don't see my wife, Seokjin," He bit back, "Where is she?"

"You'll see her when I get what I asked for," The man replied smugly, clearly happy that he had the upper hand, "You do remember what I wanted, right?"

"I remember," Namjoon had to grit his teeth to stop himself starting a fight. He had to remind himself that at that particular moment, he was alone in a room full of armed men from an opposing group.

"So why are your men outside in force?" Seokjin smiled, "Are they here to swear loyalty to me? I want you to sign a contract to say you're disbanding, first, Namjoon,"

"You're getting fuck all from me until I see Autumn," He said.

Seokjin sighed and shook his head, "You aren't planning on giving me anything, are you, Namjoon?" He cracked his neck, his amused eyes focused on him, "You want to just take the pretty lady and leave, am I right?"

"I'm not here to bargain with you, Seokjin," Namjoon snapped, "Bring me my wife, and then we can talk business,"

The tall man laughed and Namjoon clenched his fists in anger, "You're starting to piss me off, Namjoon. I want what is owed to me, and then you can have your wife; if Jimin hasn't killed her already,"

Namjoon took a step towards Seokjin, but was stopped by the cold metal of the barrel of a gun on his face.

"Don't even think about it," Jimin's voice floated to his ears, and he relaxed his fists.

"I can see that we are getting nowhere," Seokjin said, a smug look on his face, "Jimin, go and bring the woman down. Be careful she gets no injuries on the way down,"

As Jimin stepped away from Namjoon, he was stopped by a sudden hand on his throat. The sounds of guns being pointed and ready to use filled the air, but Namjoon dragged the smaller man towards him, ignoring them.

"If you touch her, I will kill you," He growled.

Jimin pulled himself free, a grin on his face, "I already have,"

Before Namjoon could reply, he turned on his heel and left for the room you were locked up in.

***

You looked up as you heard the door click open, and before you could even raise your gun, Jungkook rushed in.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged you over to the chair where you were previously sat before.

"What's going on?" You asked as he snatched the gun from you and stuffed it into the waistband at the back of your pyjamas and covered it with your top.

"Quiet," He hushed you, pulling your arms behind your back and wrapping the rope around your wrists, "Hold this," He said, putting the ends into your hands, "It looks like you're tied, but you're not. Hold still, there's been a change of plans,"

He lifted the long length of rope that he had previously cut and wrapped it around your stomach, just as the door opened and Jimin strode in.

"Boss wants to see her," He said, smirking at you, "Your husbands here to pick you up. He probably won't be able to find all your pieces, by the time I'm done with you though,"

You glared at him, and Jungkook leaned down, pretending to undo a knot and pulling the rope from you.

Jimin came closer and leaned over you, reaching to grab you by your throat. However, you decided that this time, he wasn't going to touch you.

You stood up as fast as you can, and Jimin jumped back with a wail of pain as your head connected to his nose with a loud crunch.

His hand reached up, holding his broken nose as blood poured down his face, but you didn't have any time to admire your handiwork.

Jimin instantly drew his gun with his free hand and pointed it at your head.

"You're going to pay for that," His voice sounded muffled from behind his blood red hand, but it was obvious he was angry.

"You're a fucking idiot," You heard Jungkook mutter, and the next thing, he was pointing his own gun at Jimin, "Don't," He warned, "Put the gun down, Jimin,"

"Ah, Jungkook," Jimin said, spitting blood from his mouth, "I should have known you'd double-cross us,"

You saw Jimin move before Jungkook did, and before you could even scream a warning, Jungkook was crumpling to the ground as Jimin simply shifted his aim and shot him straight in the chest.

"Jungkook!" You cried, releasing the rope in your hand and dropping to your knees. You pressed your hands onto the wound, but from the looks of it, it was already too late.

Jimin had hit his heart.