"Is everyone clear what were doing?" Jungkook looks grimly at his hyungs as they all check their weapons.

Hoseok nods, "I'm bypassing the security and cutting the cameras."

The leader nods, "Jin, you cover Hoseok. Namjoon and Jimin, you're covering the exits with your teams."

Namjoon nods, while Jimin sends a quick, reassuring smile to his boyfriend, before remembering one important detail, "Jungkook, what if we run into V?"

The leader stiffens at the mention of the strange assassin. He'd refused to think about the odd interest he'd developed for the masked man. Their interaction on the balcony had left him confused and unable to sleep for days. It was only the news of Taehyung that had distracted him. "Try not to engage him if you can avoid it. But if he gets in the way, take him out. The most important thing is capturing Byun Baekhyun."

The Byun compound

V shot up in bed, gasping and clutching at his chest, his eyes darting around the darkened room he was staying in. His baggy white t-shirt was slipping from one shoulder, his ash-colored hair a tangled mess, sweat dotting his forehead. Pushing his hair back, the young man gazes blankly at the curtains covering the window, before sighing and climbing from his twisted sheets. It was useless trying to go back to sleep, he knew that, so he decided to go down to Baekhyun's kitchens for a drink. Grimacing, he pulls his mask on. This was one part of staying with Baeki-hyung that he dislikes, the need to wear his mask every time he leaves his room, due to the staff and guards that were always present.

Wearing his mask, his baggy shirt, and boxers, he hesitates before pulling on his gun harness and strapping his daggers to his thigh. He technically knew he was safe at the Byun mansion, but it wasn't his home, and he just didn't feel secure without some of his weapons. Padding down to the kitchens, he nodded at the guard standing at the end of the hallway. Pouring a glass of juice, he remembered the dream that had woken him. Normally, he couldn't remember his dreams, only the feelings they gave him. But lately he was starting to remember pieces of the dreams.

Flashback

He cuddled deeper into the covers, feeling his lover's broad chest pressed against his back. He was sore from the previous night, but he felt so warm and happy where he was. His attempt at falling back asleep was disturbed when he felt lips pressing kisses against his neck, drawing a soft moan from his throat, "Kookie..."

Abruptly, the dream changed. He was no longer safe in the arms of his lover, instead he was lying in a puddle of his own blood, a hand harshly yanking his head back by the hair, bile rising in his throat at the feel of teeth biting at his ear. Tears streaming from his eyes, his thoughts are repeating one desperate plea, 'Kookie, please help me...'

Shaking away the pieces of the dream, V exhaled, his thoughts in a turmoil. 'Who is Kookie? Are these just bad dreams, or memories?' Washing the glass, he goes to head back to his room.

Climbing the stairs, he freezes, his instincts kicking in as he hears an unusual thud from the hallway above. He's heard that sound often enough to know what it sounds like when a person hits the floor. Quietly, he pulls one of his guns, crouching to keep his body low as he continues up the stairs. As he reaches the top, he peeks around the corner towards the bedrooms and can make out the crumpled form of a guard on the floor. His blood pumps quickly in his veins as the thrill of hunting prey begins to kick in.

Normally, he'd be concerned about Baeki-hyung and Chany-hyung. But luck was on his side tonight; they'd been called to an urgent meeting in Tokyo earlier, and instructed him to stay here while they took a separate team of bodyguards. Silently, he pads down the hall, his bare feet not making a sound.

Reaching his room, he hears the slightest noise inside coming from the cracked open door, and that was all he needed. Swinging the door open, he sees a tall figure spin to face him. He's wearing a mask over his mouth and nose, but V recognizes those eyes. 'Jeon Jungkook.' His heart leaps in his chest as he slides into the room, his gun still drawn. "Good evening Mr. Jeon. To what do I owe the visit?"

Jungkook freezes as V enters the room. 'Dammit, why's he here? And in his pajamas for God's sake!' Narrowing his eyes on the gun as he lowers his mask, his voice is cold when he answers the assassin. "Where are your bosses?"

V tilts his head, smirking, "Why do you ask Jeon? And why are you looking for them in my room?"

The taller clenches his jaw in irritation, taking in the fact that despite his pajamas, V was still armed. He was determined to leave here with Baekhyun though; that was the only way he'd be able to get quick answers about where Tae was. He was not letting Byun's pet assassin get in his way.

"I'm not asking again, where the fvck are your bosses?" He takes a step forward, his voice harsh.

The masked boy grins, showing his teeth in a cute box. With no warning, he yanks his gun up and shoots, Jungkook barely dodging the shot. The darker haired lunges forward, raising one arm to knock the gun from the other's grip as he gives a solid punch to the solar plexus of the smaller man. Unphased, V reaches for his back up gun in his holster, but before he can aim Jungkook is grappling for control of the weapon.

Raising his knee to kick the taller in the crotch, he manages to shove Jeon off him, but his gun flies across the room. Down to just his daggers, he slips one from his thigh sheath, spinning it in his fingers as he approaches the mafia leader. Both men are breathing hard, with V still grinning, enjoying the adrenaline rush of the fight.

Jungkook struggles to stand upright as his crotch is still throbbing painfully. Seeing the moonlight reflecting off the blade dancing in V's fingers, he glares, "I just want your bosses, I don't have a problem with you V."

The younger laughs, "If you have a problem with my hyungs, you have a problem with me." Saying that he lashes out in a spin, his dagger slashing through Jungkook's sleeve, drawing a line of blood from his muscled arm and making the older curse.

The ravenette feints to the side, grabbing V's arm and twisting it harshly behind his back, only to have V raise his knee up again in another attempt to crush his balls. This time, Jungkook twists to avoid the knee, only to get a headbutt to the nose. Despite the blinding pain, he manages to wrench the dagger from the assassin's grip before he staggers back.

V pulls his second dagger from the sheath as he leaps forward again, slashing at Jeon's throat and just barely missing as the taller jumps back, the bed now between the two. Winded, he glares at the masked assassin between him and his goal and snarling he throws the dagger, pleased when he sees it sink into the other's shoulder.

Taking advantage of the distraction, he lunges at the smaller, slamming him against the wall and quickly ripping the second dagger from the other's grip. Yanking the dagger from the wounded boy's shoulder, he lays it against the column of his slender throat. "Now, where the fvck are Baekhyun and Chanyeol?"

Winded the other gives a pained chuckle, "It seems you wasted a trip Jeon. They're not even home at the moment. Sorry, you'll have to leave a message and come by another time."

Jungkook stares in shock, "You're fucking lying!"

Still chuckling, the boy shakes his head, "Nope, not at all!"

The taller watches the bleeding boy, looking into his eyes as he tries to ascertain if he's telling the truth. 'Wait, something's...different.' He stares, then realizes, "Your eyes, they're usually blue. You wear colored contacts, don't you? Did you forget to put them in tonight?" He smirks as he taunts the boy.

V stops laughing as he realizes Jungkook is right, he hadn't put his contacts in when he'd left his room earlier. Feeling light headed from the blood running down his arm, he shoots a dark glare at the older.

The mafia leader registers the glare, but is too distracted by the now dark-chocolate eyes he's gazing into. Leaning forward, he murmurs into the smaller's ear, "You know, I seem to recall you saying if I saw your face it would be the last face I saw. Shall we test that theory?" Smirking, he yanks the mask from the smaller man's face.

Shocked dark-chocolate eyes meet jet black ones as the smile drops from Jungkook's face. He pales as he takes in the familiar doe eyes, elegant nose, and high cheekbones, recognizing the precious moles he used to trace with his fingers. The man in front of him is leaner, the baby fat gone from his cheeks, and his now silver hair has grown longer. He's somehow become even more beautiful. But he's still his beloved.

Tears clog his throat as he chokes out his name, "Tae?"

V frowns, his head swimming and nausea rising as blood continues to run down his arm, unnoticed yet by the two combatants. Reacting quickly, he knees the taller in the crotch again, then shoves him away. Taking a step to escape out the door, he staggers, falling to his knees.

Jungkook holds back a curse as he cups himself, his body bent in half. Seeing Taehyung head towards the door, he's about to lunge forward to stop him when he sees the younger fall to his knees. Ice fills his veins as he finally sees the blood running down the other's slender arm. "Tae!" Running forward, he carefully pulls the smaller into his arms, inspecting the damage. "Oh sh!t, baby I'm so fvcking sorry! I didn't know it was you!"

V frowns up at the larger male, "Who's Tae? And what the fvck do you mean you didn't know it was me? I'm V, we've met already. And don't call me baby!" Spots are floating in his vision, but he can still see the stricken look on the other man's face. 'Why does he look so hurt?' he muses to himself, before slipping into unconsciousness.

AN: Yeah, sorry, I'm awful at writing fight scenes 😂 And OMG, I'm at over 850 reads! How the heck did that happen? Thank you all so much! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜