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Song: "The End Of All Things" by Panic! At The Disco
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M/N's P.O.V

"Let's cut to the chase," I said as we sat down at an empty table meant for two. "What do you know about the way going on?" He slipped his black trench coat off and set it on the back of his chair before looking up at me.
"Well, I can tell you for a fact that it's not going well. We're losing against The Unknown, they've got us good." He stated, raising his coffee cup to his lips before swallowing and continuing with what he was saying. "But we could win with the information I managed to steal from their base when I went undercover." I nodded, hoping this information was enough to finish this war. We're all getting restless and reckless from how long this petty war has gone on and because of that lives could possibly be lost.
"What do you have?" I asked, my patience thinning as the seconds ticked by. "Please, tell me. I just want to end this absurd war and get Jimin back on our side." His brown eyes slightly widened at the mention of Jimin.
"Wait... What did Jimin do?" He asked, his question being up painful memories of his betrayal.

"He left us and joined the other side..." I bluntly replied as the memories of Seokjin and Hoseok crying in my arms when we had learned Jimin had left us for the other side. "He told us he was in love with their boss, Jungkook, and that he wanted to see his best friend, Taehyung, that was over other there as well." He nodded, a deep frown forming on his face.
"I see... Thank you for telling." He remarked, taking another sip of his coffee. "I can't imagine what pain you all are going through." I lightly nodded, my heart filled with pain and sorrow as I thought about the man that used to be one of my best friends.
"We're doing okay." I fibbed, remembering the nights I would have to hold Hoseok or Seokjin as they cried themselves to sleep. It broke my heart to see them like this. I have to stay strong for them. They needed me more than ever and since Hoseok was our leader and I was second in command, I had to help fix things.

"I'm glad." He spoke as he poked his coffee cup and watched the coffee ripple. "I think it's funny how everyone thinks people in the mafia are all big and bad, but they're mistaken." I frowned at his words, realizing how right they were.
"We're getting off track," I mumbled, raising my coffee cup to my lips before taking a sip.
"Sorry, sometimes I get distracted." He said, fixing his black turtleneck before continuing. "Like I was saying earlier, things aren't going well for us. They knew half of our weaknesses, thanks to Jimin, and they're planning to invade half of our armory warehouses." I pulled my phone out of my pocket, quickly hitting the message app before messaging Hoseok what Namjoon had just told me. Suddenly, something hit me, something I wish I'd noticed earlier.
"Wait... How did they not notice you when you were in their base?" I inquired, wondering how Jimin wouldn't have recognized Namjoon. "Jimin knew you before I did, so how did he not notice you?" Namjoon smirked before pulling out his gun and aiming it right at my forehead. The innocent bystanders began screaming and running out of the cafe, while some just hid behind fallen over tables and sobbed.
"I guess you weren't as naïve as Jimin made you out to be." He remarked as he hit the safety off the gun. "You're quite the clever one, (M/n), it's too sad Jungkook ordered me to kill you. You guys shouldn't have trusted me so easily."

I have Namjoon a soft smile as I saw exactly who I wanted to see pass in front of the cafe window.
"Officer Yoongi!" I screamed, getting his attention right away. "Help!" He turned my way and his eyes widened when he saw the gun pointed at my head. He ran through the broken cafe door as he quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Namjoon.
"Put the gun down!" He yelled as he stepped on shattered coffee cups that people had dropped as he slowly walked towards us. "Don't make me shoot, put the gun down." Namjoon rolled his eyes as he let out a deep sigh.
"This is stupid." He muttered, giving me a sharp glare as he lowered his gun. Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's gun before tossing it across the room and grabbing his handcuffs from his belt. He cautiously walked over to Namjoon and cuffed him.
"What the hell did you do to make him mad, (M/n)?" Yoongi asked as he held Namjoon in place, making sure he didn't get away while he called in what had happened here. I shrugged my shoulders, trying my best not to give too much information away that would give us away.

"I have no idea," I remarked as I saw Namjoon roll his eyes. "One second, I was sitting here with him and the next he pulled out his gun and pointed it at me." Yoongi nodded, probably making a mental note of my statement.
"Well, don't leave town for a while, I'll need your full statement later, but for now, go home and get some rest." He said as he began to walk towards the door with Namjoon. "I've got the giant." I let out a laugh as I watched them walk towards Yoongi's cop car that was only a few feet away from the cafe. I pulled out my phone to see Hoseok had messaged me back. I knew he wouldn't like to hear what had happened, but Jimin was more desperate for information than I thought. I hit his contact as I walked out of the cafe and down the crowded sidewalk. I heard only one ring before he picked up, he must've been worried since I didn't answer his messages.
"You won't like this, but something happened and it wasn't good." I began, hearing him cough lightly. "Namjoon just tried to put a .45 caliber in my forehead and let's just say, it wasn't in a jokingly way."
"Wait, what?!" He exclaimed before going into a small coughing fit.
"Calm down," I stated as I pushed past a few people. "Namjoon's working for The Unknown, but luckily, Yoongi just so happened to be passing by the cafe when this all went down, so Namjoon will be in jail for a few days."
"Dear lord... How are we going to win this?" He asked, his voice hoarse from coughing so much.
"I don't know." I replied, mad at myself for not having an answer already. "I'll be home soon."