"The cops will be here thanks to your insistence on showing my guy who's 'boss'," Solomon says, Hoseok mentally facepalming. God dammit Jungkook. Why does he always ruin everything?

"We're deeply sorry about that," Hoseok says. "We didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

"It's not a big deal, I told my guy to shoot somewhere not fatal. I think we all can agree our favorite hands are fatal. I'd say he deserved it. Now let's move out, I have a private jet waiting to take us where we need to go."

"I'm sorry, but where the fuck is that private jet taking us? To London where we'll be executed by the High Council?" Y/n asks, holding her pistol up to him.

The other two men jump, but Solomon pats the air. They calm, but only slightly. "No, not to London. Although the best way to face the High Council is to face them directly, don't you think? Unless that's not your plan?"

"Our plan doesn't concern you. We have no reason to trust you, and until you give us a proper reason to believe you're on our side, we won't tell you any details," Hoseok says. Y/n and Yoongi agree.

"I can't argue with that. Let's get moving then, away from the cops. Trust me or not, I think we can agree that prison is a death sentence for us, yeah? We'll be murdered in our sleeps and our heads will be shipped to Madam herself. I don't think she likes you very much. She asked me directly to send assassins to find you. Asking a Canadian to go on American borders? Ahh, not a great look for me."

"That's great Solomon, but that's not a reason why we should listen to you. I'm sure our weapons can hold off the cops if they come. Want to say why you haven't shot us yet? Is it because we outnumber you?" Namjoon asks.

"Good question, my friend. The answer is, I fucking hate the High Council as much as the next guy. Everyone hates the Council, but we fear it enough that we follow their orders. Avasa is a ruthless bitch, I'll give her that. She had my right hand decapitated right in front of me to prove a point. Still pissed about that, he wasn't just my right hand. He was my friend..."

Hoseok's heart stings at that, his gaze falling on Yoongi's. His entire body freezes when he sees Yoongi is already looking at him, the two locking eyes for a brief moment. All their years fall back on them. It's like they never had a fight to begin with. Never had a falling out. The time they spent apart slips away from them for a second. Just a second, but it's enough to make Hoseok feel like he has a home.

"I'd love to get some revenge, and you guys need to eliminate the Council if you're going to survive. New looks and IDs won't save you, only executing the ones at the top can, yeah?"

"Maybe," Jin says, then, he points to Jungkook, "you think we can get to a hospital still? It's risky, but we might want to get his fingers checked out for infections."

"I'll have my doctor look at him, no worries aye? Hospitals won't get you arrested as long as you use a fake ID. Unless you're not revealed to the public and you're not on any wanted lists, then you can use your real one. You guys practice laundering I assume?"

"It's part of the business," Hoseok says, faintly picking up on the sound of sirens. "So of course we do. Haven't in a while though, we've only been on the run from certain death. Money hasn't been a huge concern of ours." 

Huh. Never thought he'd see the day where money is his last problem. Death, on the other hand, is his number one priority. Crazy how that works. He goes from killing people for money to being part of the people being killed. The bounty has to be in the millions by now for each person who's run away. With the 7 boys - Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook - and 1 girl - Y/n - that has to be in the tens of millions combined.

"Come on, I hear sirens man, I don't wanna be around for that shit, yeah?" Soloman says.

Isaac Solomon leads them out of his restaurant when they concur, his men following. Their weapons are concealed but in reach if needed. Hoseok feels better being out in public, but not by a lot. Yoongi is by his side, the two of them having a silent consensus not to speak on what just happened. Regardless, it's like they mentally talk about it anyway. About the possible pain of losing each other. Of losing a right hand, or best friend. 

Hoseok is earning forgiveness from Yoongi, and Yoongi is earning Hoseok's trust back. Trust that he won't lose Yoongi to power this time. It was a power trip that led them here. In a way, Hoseok was right the whole time. Yoongi's leadership would only bring them to disaster. But, disaster or not, Hoseok's glad that this time he's on the right side of it. With Yoongi. Together as they should be.

"I have a hideout not far from here, but that's boring, eh? Let's go somewhere more fun," Solomon says, keeping a moderate pace as to not draw suspicion.

"We're in public now. If someone sees us, they'll shoot you and take the bounty for themselves," Jungkook mumbles to Solomon.

"They work for me, let's hope they'll be fine with me hauling you and your 8 fingers around, yeah?"

Jungkook goes to punch him, but Jin holds him back. Thank God for Jin. Namjoon too. The man stands in front of Jungkook and takes his place next to Solomon. Meanwhile, Jungkook sinks to the back with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Y/n. 

"I don't like that guy. He's an ass," Jungkook says.

"I can see why you'd think that, he told a guy to shoot you. Now, don't get me wrong, I'd do the same for free, but-"

"Okay Yoongi, you're not helping," Jungkook interrupts.

Hoseok stifles a laugh as they continue, him falling into his thoughts and wondering where the hell they're going. "Very ironic that you of all people are calling someone else an ass," Hoseok says.

"Well he didn't shoot your favorite fingers. If he did, you may feel differently."

The walk continues, everyone mutually (but silently) agreeing that they need to keep an eye out for other mafia men and possible backup that Solomon has. This may be a ploy to get them out in public, or get them to somewhere they have a lot of backup. Hoseok doesn't like it. At all. Granted, he only likes about three things: Yoongi, puppies, and designer bags. Despite that, he still doesn't like anything going on here.

"This way, we have a movie theatre up here," Solomon says.

"A fucking movie theatre? You're kidding," Jungkook replies.

"Sorry bunny-boy, not kidding at all, yeah? Let's get moving ese, we don't have all day. Talking in private away from the cops is in our best interests, eh?"

No one disagrees, them continuing to follow him even though no one really trusts him. Hoseok keeps his hands in front of him, one on his pistol, the other hanging in the air by his knife. It's holstered on his thigh, strapped around him tightly despite them being in public. They've lost the effort to care if they scare people. 

They reach the movie theatre, slipping through the back alley to the exit instead of the entrance to better cover their tracks. "Go the other way," Solomon tells his goons, who nod. "Leave a trail and make it look like that's where we went. Don't come back. I'll reach out to you at another time my friends, safe travels."

The two agree, moving away. Solomon allows the others inside the theatre, Y/n going in first much to Yoongi's dismay. She checks it, Solomon going in after her. Then Namjoon, then Jin, then Jungkook, then Yoongi, and lastly Hoseok. He's not surprised he's on the rear; it's his job, after all. When he was a right hand, that was his job. Now it's to babysit adult men and a horny teen in a woman's body until he inevitably dies from the High Council.

As soon as the door is locked, Jungkook blocks it off, cradling his injured hand against his chest. Hoseok's mildly impressed the man can do any physical labor, but he's actually taking the injury pretty well. Speaking of Jungkook, he draws his knife, going to Solomon and pushing him back. 

"So, care to explain what the hell we're doing here?" he asks, keeping the tip pointing at the man. "Quite the show you put on, now tell me why I had to lose my fingers, or I'm making you lose yours too."

"Feisty, eh ese? Not a great look, no-no-no," Solomon says, clicking his tongue in the process. Jungkook rolls his eyes and slashes the man's outstretched hand. Solomon yelps from the sudden blood, checking the gash and laughing when he sees how deep the cut got. "Motherfucker can't control himself, yeah? Let's calm down and think about this. We no have to be enemies, aye?" His accent comes out more and more, and that's when Hoseok spots the sweat on his forehead. Hoseok's eyes widen.

"He's a fraud," Hoseok says.

"What, you mean he's not Solomon?" Namjoon asks.

"Oh no, he's Solomon alright," Jungkook replies. "I recognize him from the pictures. I don't think that's the type of fraud Hoseok meant."

"I hate to agree with Jungkook, but I agree with Jungkook."

"Wise choice. I see it too Jung, he's sweating too much for a mafia lord. What's going on with you, eh ese?"

Throwing the word back at Solomon has the man turning red, his naturally tan skin becoming a scarlet. "You really want to test me? I'm surrounded by the most dangerous people in the world, even over the High Council. Jeon Jungkook, most notorious assassin out there, Y/n L/n and Min Yoongi, most notorious leaders, Jung Hoseok, the famous underboss who got demoted after a rash call, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin, the duo that caused this mess. All we're missing is the legendary Kim Taehyung, and the best fighter the world has to offer, Park Jimin. Where's he, eh? I'd love to go toe-to-toe with him, and Taehyung is my field, I'd love to see him in action. Come on, where are my two favorite of the bunch?"

"Waiting on the rooftops to kill you if you make a move," Jungkook replies, switching his knife out for his gun, clicking off the safety and pointing it at Solomon's head. "Or we can call them in to kill you now. Up to you, ese."

Solomon lowers his hands and lets the blood drip to the floor, him leaning against the wall. The back of the theatre is nothing special. It looks more like a storage room than anything else. It's bland, concrete walls with stage lights littered around. Strange, he didn't know digital theatres needed that. This isn't a play theatre, it's for movies. Then again, Hoseok can't remember the last time he went to an actual theatre.

"Alright, cool it cool it, we'll talk like civilized men, yeah?" Solomon says.

"Oh please," Jungkook says, pointing the gun at the man's foot and shooting him. He shouts in pain, the others glaring at Jungkook's head. "Respect the lady, Isaac. She's much more important than you or me let me tell you. She says the word, I kill your ass, got it?"

Solomon nods, biting back his cries as he slides down the wall to his ass, holding his poor foot. Y/n kneels in front of him, Yoongi behind her while Jin and Namjoon are still searching the place. Hoseok doesn't feel very useful all of a sudden, so he chooses to watch the blocked off door.

"Let's start small, yeah? Who are you and why did you hurt Jungkook," Y/n says.

"Isaac Solomon, rank 1 in all of Canada, rank 1 in this sector too if you couldn't tell."

Y/n grunts. "Jungkook."

He punches the man, Solomon groaning from the force of it. "Aye aye! I said cool it! I brought you to a private place in good faith, and here you are using it against me!" The shouts dial down a few seconds later, Hoseok convinced that Solomon's words are true. They'd be dead if there were others here. Or others that cared about shouts and gunshots. "Now we probably have the cops on us again because of that gunshot."

"Oh goodie," Jungkook says, chuckling. "Good luck running away. Sorry, next time I'll aim for your forehead, that's certainly big enough-"

"Why were you testing us?" Y/n asks.

Solomon grunts, holding the side of his head. "There's a rebellion building against the Council in the shadows, I put my man up there to see how you can handle basic combat. You shoot him down, we get along, yeah? You passed my little test, you get in on my secrets. Come on, let's put this behind us, eh? What do you say?"

Y/n backs off, running a hand through her hair. "Where can we find the High Council?"

"Ah, you are looking for them. Like me huh? Want revenge for their crimes? We could join up you know, we'd be more of a threat together."

"Answer madam's question," Jungkook says, aiming for the other foot.

Isaac jumps at that. "Aye! I don't know where they are, they're hidden in sarcophaguses for all I know. The only info I have on their direct location is that they live in the Bromley district in London. Many of the others travel round, one of them is in Maine right now visiting family, just spoke with him the other day. Shouldn't be there longer than a week though, so you better hurry. He told me something about a hotel with thirteen floors. Something about him hating the number thirteen."

"And why are you telling us this?"

"Did I not explain myself well enough? Council bad, we good. Can I put it any simpler than that?"

"And what's this man's name?" Y/n asks.

"Not sure about his first, Council likes to keep that shit secret. Holden is the last name I think. Don't really got much else other than that, the other Council members don't meet with me. I meet with two, that Holden bitch and another. She never told me her name, only that she's from the Council."

"If this is a trap, we'll come back and take down your whole empire," Y/n whispers, pressing her finger into his wound. He flinches but doesn't scream, her smiling. "Is that understood?"

He scoffs. "You're all so fucking pathetic. I'm helping you, and here you are being ruthless. Motherfuckers."

Y/n stands, motioning to Jungkook. He pulls the trigger, ending Solomon's life. "Alright, as much as I hate to say it, he wasn't wrong. We need to move. Cops aren't as dumb as they used to be, they'll be here soon. Come on, get up. Jungkook, please don't shoot him again, he's long gone."

Jungkook stares her dead in the eyes, then, he shoots Solomon in the head. "Oops. Finger slipped."

Hoseok resists the overwhelming urge to slap him, as does Y/n. "What a waste of ammo," she says.

"Well you're a waste of space, but you don't see me talking about that."

Yoongi steps forward, preparing to strike Jungkook when Jin holds him back. "Seokjin!" Yoongi shouts, his fist still raised. 

Jungkook's smirking, snickering and holstering his pistol. Cocky motherfucker. Hoseok's beginning to get annoyed with him. It's amazing that it took him this long to get annoyed, but Hoseok's not easily irritated. That's why it took him so long to leave Yoongi when he was starting his power trip. He didn't get frustrated with Yoongi fast enough. Maybe things would be different if he acted on his emotions while Yoongi could still be reasoned with. Maybe they wouldn't be here at all.

The thoughts bring a pang to Hobi's heart, but now's no time for that. He can worry about Yoongi and his broken friendship later. For now, they have to go. The others agree without saying it, gathering what little things they have before moving through the theatre. No one's here, true to Solomon's word. Hoseok approaches Yoongi, the man lingering in the back. He's still glaring at Jungkook, not that Hobi can blame him. 

"You gonna be okay, bud?" Yoongi asks without even looking at Hoseok. Although amazed, Hoseok rests a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. 

"I don't even know, Yoons." Hoseok pauses, chuckling. "I don't even fucking know."