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"Get up, we are going out." Suga insisted as he barged through the bedroom door that belonged to Jeongguk. He had sweaty hair and his shirt was soaked in it as well. It grossed Taehyung out. The door made a loud sound, so if anyone was asleep in that room, they would no longer be. Taehyung looked up, incognizant to who he was talking to.

"V, talking to you. Funny, like I'd demand something of Jeon so carelessly." Suga snorted, before grabbing Taehyung's lanky arm and dragging him towards Jeongguk, who had an eyebrow raised, his attention drawn from paperwork to Suga, who had blessed them with his gloomy presence.

"And where do you think you are going with my hostage?" Jeongguk crossed his arms, his eyes focused on the way Suga shakes a little from being so close to him. Although they were both friends, Suga obviously being a trusted person by Jeongguk, he still was frightened by his leader's stance. A scary, dominant type of demeanor.

"Jeon, if its alright, can we take V out to dinner? In private, disguised, all of that shit." Suga muttered, almost too afraid to say it aloud, which gave Jeongguk pure amusement.

"Sure thing, but if you get my hostage killed, hurt, anything like that. It'll be worse for you. Understand?" Jeongguk laid down the ground rules. Taehyung's eyes were widened. He knew he did not care about him in any sort of way, it would just be bad if Taehyung were to escape into the normal world, he might spill information of the gang.

"Yes Jeon."

"V, how'd you get Jeon to actually like you?" Hope asked as he eased back into the chair. They were at an abandoned fast food restaurant. Sure, their mafia group was rich, not like they'd pay lots of money to eat grease and fat. Taehyung did not like being in that base for long, so being in the open air, the open world was a nice change for him. Even if that change was a corner booth at some overrated fast food place he did not even recognize the name of.

"I don't know. He just isn't as mean to me I guess." Taehyung mumbled, biting into a crisp fry that clung to his teeth in a way he did not enjoy. He removed it with his tongue, placing the over cooked fry back down. It burnt his tongue and gave him an awful taste that just felt like the fry was fake.

"Lucky duck. He was such a bitch to all of us. Well, minus Jin. He was nice to him from the start really. He never yelled at Jin." Jimin admitted, wrapping an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and pulling him closer. Taehyung tensed in the boy's side embrace. It was strange for Taehyung to receive contact by physical means. He was not a fan of it either. It made him feel like spiders were crawling underneath his tan skin, like bugs settled for nests in his hair, and now they were trickling across the strands. It made his skin crawl, but maybe this once, he could allow it. It was just a harmless blonde haired boy anyway.

"V, can you order us some more drinks?" RM called out from the window seat, interrupting the conversation, but Jimin didn't seem to mind. He always just had a smile upon his face, pearly, perfect white teeth inviting others to copy his cheerful actions. It was sickeningly contagious.

Taehyung just gritted his teeth, pushing from the chair and walking over to the register. He waved his hand in the air aimlessly to get the cahsier's attention. The cashier was a girl with shoulder-length red hair. It was not a bright red, no. It was a smooth, light colored red that fit with her freckles. The freckles on her cheeks danced around her skin evenly, not one out of place. Taehyung thought she was beautiful. The cashier smiled at Taehyung before writing down what he ordered, before rushing the workers to make the drinks.

Jin walked up behind Taehyung and set an arm on his shoulders before ordering an extra hamburger. They were all quite vulnerable right then. In an open, non-reserved environment where anyone could come from anywhere and attack.

The air then turned cold, cool. Like someone was watching them. Taehyung hated that feeling, he was getting tired of being watched, so he spun around, coming face to face with a guy he did not recognize very well. Maybe the other's recognized him more, because he was devilishly handsome. His small grin, the smirk that appeared on his perfect lips. His teeth showing in their bright reflective nature.

"Jin, who's this?"

Jin spun on his heels, rolling his eyes at Taehyung for messing up his order, but a gasp slipped through as he saw the guy in front of him. It seemed as if Taehyung was correct. The boy did know who this was, maybe it was just a lucky guess, or maybe it was because the eyes that stared back at him when he first saw the unknown man were so familiar. So familiar that Taehyung wanted to point it out, that he knew him from somewhere.

"Baekhyun?"

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