"He was tied. He was fucking tied to the goddamn chair and now he's not here. So what he just vanished in thin air?!"

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, a groan of frustration reverberating from his chest.

"I don't know, okay? I really don't know! He was tied when I left him."

Yoongi, Jimin amd Jungkook were standing in the middle of the room Taehyung was prisoned in. The chair was empty, ropes discarded to the floor and a chit of paper kept on the wooden chair.

'Fuck my mouth again sometime, Jeongguk ;)' it said, which was the current reason for the flush on his face.

Kim Taehyung was a sly bastard. If he escaped so easily during stark night, it meant that he always could escape, but he stayed to make fun of them.

Or maybe he stayed to see Jungkook...

Jungkook scoffed at his stupid hope once again. He knew Taehyung now, he knew better than to believe that the Mafia boss would have good intentions.

"If he was sitting here intentionally, there's a fat chance all of the information he blurted to us is false."

Jimin stated out, and Jungkook's heart sank even more than before. Fucking manipulated him again, played the innocent victim. Emotionally disarmed him-

Jungkook confessed to Taehyung. He told him that he loved him.

"Give me a minute." Jungkook excused, stepping back and coming out of the sickeningly isolated room. He took out his phone and searched for Kim Taehyung's number, never really believed that it was his number, always thought that it was some sort of cyber trap to hack his phone. But now he could give two fucks about it. To hell with the Mafias.

The phone rung once, twice, then someone was picking it up.

"Missing me already?"

Jungkook's breath hitched, ignoring the fact that Taehyung's voice sounded even deeper when on a call. Instead he steadied himself and spoke out the question that summed their entire relationship up.

"It's all a joke to you, isn't it?"

He hated the way it all went silent on the other line, he knew Taehyung might not care about what he was saying but he could care less, he needed to give a piece of his mind to him. Or else he was going to burst.

"Was it fun? Was is fun to play with my fucking feelings?!"

It took a good minute for Taehyung to respond. "You still think I'm playing with you? You didn't believe any word I told you yesterday?"

"Oh cut the bullshit, Kim Taehyung! Stop pretending, I'm not gonna fall for this again!"

He wanted nothing more than to hunt Taehyung down and slit his pretty throat right now. The fact that he had the audacity to guilt trip him had his nerves wracking, head spiralling. He just wanted Taehyung to admit it already and open his eyes to this fuckery. He wanted to move on already.

"For fucks sake- Jeon Jungkook! What did I do to you this time?! Less than twenty four hours ago you were slipping your cock down my throat. I told you everything. I told you exactly what's going through me and the next morning you call me and start off with the same fucking bullshit again!"

"Then what am I supposed to do- believe you?! When I come back in the morning and see your ass disappeared from the room?!"

There was a long pause.

"...What? My back was hurting in the godforsaken chair. I crave my bed, okay?"

Jungkook groaned in bewilderment.

"That's it? You crave your bed?"

"Yes, so?" Taehyung asked and Jungkook swore he could hear the sass dripping off of his voice. "And so what if I escaped? What else are prisoners supposed to do, sit there and wait for you to come and beat me up again?"

"How did you escape anyway? From all the security around you?!"

Taehyung grinned on the other line. "Pay more attention to your security guards the next time, they could be undercover for someone else."

Jungkook's breath got caught up in his throat and before he knew it, he was turning back and walking towards the room, his knife out as he stormed towards the pair of guards standing right outside the room. He locked his gaze with one of the guards, elbowing him on the shoulder and pushing him back on the wall, trapping him with his body. His hand clutching the knife was at his throat in a second.

The guard shook under Jungkook's sinister gaze, anger furling in his orbs as he looked right at him.

"You work of him? Hmm?" He asked, adding pressure to the knife, causing blood to sleep from the skin of the man's throat.

"N- No, No, sir-" He begged, gasping from the pain. "Please- I only serve you, I only serve the Mins-"

But Jungkook kept his knife there, not letting him go.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi shouted once he was out of the room only to see the youngest assassin killing on of the guards. "Jungkook, leave him! It's my order!"

Jungkook's eyes snapped towards Yoongi as he harshly left the man from his hold. He coughed in pain, grabbing his throat to stop the bleeding. Yoongi quickly ordered the other guard - as horrified - to take him and treat his injury. The guard did as he was told and left with his companion before Yoongi turned to Jungkook.

He neared him in two steps, standing in front of Jungkook and locking their gazes.

"What was that, Jungkook?!" He questioned, his voice authoritive, powerful, forcing Jungkook's answer out. He wasn't his friend right now, he was the leader, the one who was responsible for all the lives that worked here. He won't tolerate this recklessness even though Jungkook was emotionally unstable. "We do not fight our own! Do you not know that?!"

"I'm s-sorry...sir." Jungkook muttered, lowering his head to the ground. Yoongi's expressions softened. "They're traitors, Kim Taehyung planted them here."

"Are they?" Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Yes! See-" He raised his phone to prove that it was indeed that way, by showing his call with Taehyung, only to realise that the call was still ongoing and Taehyung's sinister laugh could be heard on the other line.

"They weren't my men, sweetheart" Taehyung snickered on the other line. "Be a little more patient before doing something."

Jungkook hissed, cutting the call and slumping his form in defeat. He wasn't even fucking surprised anymore. Yoongi sighed and rested his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, causing him to look at him.

"I know you're hurting, Jungkook. But you need to stop being manipulated by him again and again. It's only gonna make it worse."

"I want to trust him so bad-" Jungkook laughed sadly. "It's pathetic, sorry."

Yoongi pursed his lips in a thin line and shook his head. "It's not pathetic, trust me, I've been there." He said, remembering the time when he tried to put his trust on Jimin, even while being blatantly told he that was going to end up dead this way by his lover himself.

"It's ruining everything, Yoongi!" Jungkook shrieked, clutching at his hair. "He's fucking with my mind and I can't seem to fucking find myself!"

Yoongi hissed, patting Jungkook's shoulder and squeezing it. "Go and empty your head a bit. Have some coke and busy yourself with work. You'll feel better."

"What work? There's no work."

Yoongi stiffened at that. He knew. He knew there's no fucking work. Of course, there is. But it hasn't been active ever since his brother died.

"Go and find the investments my brother was about to make right before his death and complete them."

Jungkook groaned. "I hate paperwork you know it!" He spat, stomping his foot on the ground. "Give me the real thing, Yoongi, give me someone to play with-"

"Jungkook," It wasn't a call, it was a warning. The assassin paused on accord. He wasn't a spoilt brat, not with Jihyun. But with Yoongi, Jungkook was free to speak his mind, he always had been. He was his brother's slave, not his, he was his friend. But now things had to change, he couldn't give Jungkook so much liberty that he ruins stuff and gets himself neck deep into shit. No. He can't afford that. Why? Because Yoongi is no Jihyun. Yoongi is no Mafia leader, he's not until he truly feels it. He has not conquered anything. He's just a fucked up boy who's looking for his own peace of mind, hell he'd even dare to say that all that's keeping him together is the emotional support he's getting from his little mob. He only has as much rope to tie around his foot and jump off the fucking cliff, not others.

"Do as I said. Visit our clubs for god's sake and fucking talk to our partners and note them that the drug operation will still be very much fucking alive and to stay in their fucking lane and try not to step over us just because we lost our damn leader. Make them known that they'll have a bullet down their throats if anything that we don't want happens."

Jungkook clenched his jaw. "Can I do that with violence?" He questioned.

"No." Yoongi said. "Not until they do or say something."

The younger nodded and turned around briskly, walking away from Yoongi, already starting to make calls. Jimin stepped closer to Yoongi once they were alone, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Yoongi sighed, squinting his eyes close, brows furrowed.

"Jimin-"

"Mhm?"

"I know." He finally revealed. "I know that...maybe my brother wanted to play me over by killing you in his last breaths. He wanted to punish me for betraying the Mafia. Maybe. He wanted to take you in possession and then get me to emotionally weaken you into signing the damned treaty."

He took a few shaky breaths. "But we'll never know." He wanted to laugh at the cursed fact, but it died in his throat. "Let's keep it that way. I want to- I want to believe that he meant only good for me. So let's keep it that way, Okay?"

He knew the reason for Jimin's shocked expressions. He didn't understand where all of this was coming from. Hell, even he didn't know where all of this just popped up in his head. He just felt like saying it, like a heavy weight being lifted off from his chest. But then Jimin's face softened and he nodded. "okay." He agreed, whispering softly.

Yoongi smiled, a little thing, just a small stretch of his lips it was. "Fuck Taehyung. We need more information on the ships, right? Their locations and stuff. Let's do that first."

Jimin nodded.

*

Jimin:
Asshole <3

KNJ:
Oh fuck no

Jimin:
I need you.
For some work.

KNJ:
Hell to the no.
Anyone but you.
Won't help you.

Jimin:
Oh, okay.
Just so you know that Jin is already suspecting some sort of surprise from you. Guess he'll just know sooner than you're buying an apartment for...

KNJ:
I HATE YOU
What do you want now?

Jimin:
That's a good boy.
Meet me at your shitty ass cyberfuck cabin. Then we'll talk.

*

Namjoon roared in laughter, throwing himself back on his chair and almost knocking it and himself down, yelping but still not stoping his obnoxious fucking annoying ass laughter. Made Jimin want to smack him accross the face.

"Will you shut the fuck up, I haven't told you anything near worth laughing."

"Oh, right in your fucking face," Namjoon cried, bursting into another fit of laughter. "Remember when I told you about these ships?! You smacked the back of my neck! Telling me how you didn't want anything to do with some long lost ships. What happened now, huh?"

Jimin paused for a moment. It was bad enough that this fucker had brought Jin with himself today for some fucked up reason Jimin didn't understand. Reasoned out something about 'Jin should know everything about me and my work' and Jimin didn't understand why exactly was this exact fucking time the realisation had to hit Namjoon.

Because now Jin was hell bent on knowing it all, and sadly the Mafia world was not filled with silk sheets, champagne sex on a bed full of money. It was filthy and Jin had seen nothing but a glimpse of it till now.

"Well they didn't matter to me at that time. Now they do. They do because my parents are trapped there so please help me find them."

He could see how Namjoon stiffened on his chair, mouth agape. Of course he was surprised, in no life or death situation will Jimin beg him for something, except for this one. He smacked his lips together when Jimin held his stare with determination and turned around to start working on his computer.

Jin folded his arms across his chest, trying to lean back on the shelves but tripping over one of the wires.

"Namjoon!" He shrieked. "Why are you so unhygienic?!"

"It's clean, Jin! It's just- messy."

"Why? Why is it messy?! Why do you have so much stuff in this godforsaken room?! Why can't you declutter?!"

When the hacker didn't respond to his question and went back to clicking tabs on his computer, Jin hissed and pursed his lips bitchily, muttering something about how he'll come here on a Sunday and throw this all away.

"The ships, by the way...will most probably be on the west, I mean that you'll have to leave the dock from Incheon."

Yoongi hummed and Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's Incheon, where else would it be? All the human trafficking happens there. Deals mostly with the Yakuza." Jimin grumbled. "Tae loves the Yakuza. They're freaky, their rules are freaky."

"Who's Tae?" Jin asked, an eyebrow perked.

"He's...a friend." Jimin replied, won't address him as his boss anymore.

Yoongi scoffed. "Bastard of a friend."

Jin nodded and the room fell silent again. The three men who were standing found some clear spot to lean on, hands crossed against their chests. It stayed like that for a while before Yoongi spoke.

"Clarice is lives in Gimpo. I mean her grandma. They have a beach houses you know." He mumbled. "Maybe you could meet her."

"Maybe." Jimin lowered his gaze to the floor. He gulped.

Namjoon sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up straight. "How did your brother keep tracks on these ghost ships?"

"He didn't. Someone else did. The ships don't belong to him."

"The last time I checked, there was some sort of navigation on ghost ships, no track but there, you know? Like they are in plain sight but can't be traced."

"Don't act like a clueless fucking kid!" Jimin yelled. "I want it, Namjoon. Today."

"Yes because finding a couple of ghost ships is sucha nine-to-five job isn't it?!"

"Jimin." Jin suddenly said. "Let's go out and take some fresh air. I don't think Namjoon will be able to focus much if we keep breathing down his neck."

Jimin clenched his jaw but nodded stiffly, grabbing Yoongi's hand and taking him outside, the bartender following after. He saw the way Jin kept his yet another comment to himself about unhygienic handrails as they went up the stairs. There wasn't much outside the disheveled building, just an alley with care parked that most probably didn't work, judging from their condition. Their paint, that Jimin could imagine, once used to be lustrous, was now just fucking dust. Jimin's lexus stood up awfully in front of them.

He drew out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one, tucking it between his lips. He offered the packet to Yoongi, who uninterestedly took one too. When he turned to Jin, the purple-haired man already had a grimace on his lips so he just kept it back in his pocket.

The bartender scoffed and shook his head, looking away as Jimin burnt his and Yoongi's ciggerate. He inhaled deeply, letting it settle and fucking suffocate his lungs until he was satisfied and released it, the poison stick held with his two fingers.

"So," Jin said, scrunching his nose at the smell. "Tell me more. How do the Mafias work? What do you do on a daily?"

Jimin hummed. "There are a lot of ways. I'm not included in any of them. I'm just an assassin, I don't have a hand in business, I'm just there for the kill."

He didn't look at Jin, focusing ahead of him as he spoke, but he could still bet the man was gulping. "So they just order you when they have to kill someone? So that they don't get their hands dirty?"

Jimin shook his head. "Tae loves getting his hands dirty. Doesn't mean he's physically powerful, he's powerful than normal people sure but no, his power is his mind, his aura, his business. He orders me when there has to be a massacre, when he wants to set an example. When he wants to- finish it off in one go."

Jin drew in a sharp breath through his mouth. "Then how does the business happen?"

"There are several kinds of businesses." Yoongi explained. "We medle in real estates, high properties. Sometimes we don't legally buy it, we forge papers- what do normal people call it? Fraud is the word. Then we give it on rent. Or maybe sell it." He shrugged.

"Fraud." Jin repeated, nodding while looking down on his feet.

"But we do buy shit legally. Especially when we're gonna set a business there. For example hotels, clubs or brothels. Mostly clubs because then we can partner with drug lords and tell them to sell their drugs in our place. The commission is handled by our lawyers. Drug lords can be crafty, they'd always try to replace drugs with cheap white shit. They try to step over us and that's how the wars begin, that's when shit turns nasty."

Jimin nodded at each and every word Yoongi said before speaking, "It looks quite simple until you really step into it."

"I could imagine." Jin uttered.

"Taehyung once tried to 'up his game', wanted to start with drugs too but the word went out and- I don't know what happened after that." Jimin said, kissing his teeth. "You know family wars not always begin with this- this all stepping over one another. It also begins with stupid stuff, stuff like treatys made by dead old men, in which they trap you and your parents your whole life and torture those innocent people just because their ancestors were crafty with making their deals. How fucked up is that?"

He kicked a pebble beside his feet angrily, eyes furrowed together. "And then you're forbidden to love someone, and you've never been loved so you feel like dying." He was ranting now, voice cracked by frustration. Yoongi joined in too.

"Then your brother dies and your parents haven't stuck around much except for the time they were abusing you so you're desperately attached to him even though he wants to kill the love of your life. Even after death, your brother keeps on living in your nightmares and breathes down your neck and you don't know wether to hate him or love but will that change anything because he's already dead!"

Jin couldn't say anything, just looking at the both of them in utter shock. Yoongi and Jimin stared at him, a face filled with apology.

"Oh, you babies," Jin finally whispered. "Why has the world hurt you so much?"

Jimin chuckled and pulled Jin's sweater.

"You can rant about your problems too if you want, now's the time." He told the bartender.

Jin looked at the both of them in confusion, eyes shifting and breath stuck, hesitating.

"Come on," Yoongi urged.

"Well," Jin sighed, readying himself. "When your father has abused you for being a- a faggot your whole life and then you somehow escape them and start a somewhat normal life the financial problems kick in. Then you meet a man, a handsome, charming man and you think that's it. That's good. But hey! He turns out to be a hacker. And all you want is fucking normality in your life because you've been called abnormal for being gay your whole childhood. So you want to be good and normal. But no. How could that be possible? Here comes the serial killer genes, and with it some extra toppings like panic attacks, attraction to men with criminal records. And oh, don't forget how you sometimes wonder if you killed your own fucking father."

He panted after all of that in one go and Jimin patted his back proudly. "There you go! You did so good! Feeling lighter?"
He asked, laughing.

"Hell yeah." The bartender nodded.

Jimin giggled.

"Tell me more!" Jin chimed. "Tell me more about your organization."

"Well," Jimin quipped. "Apart from that, Taehyung also owns a- a ring. He collects low street fighters- kids, and trains them and makes them fight till death. Like a fucking bull fight. You have no idea how much money he gets from that, people get off on seeing bloodshed- I'd know, I do. There are drugs involved, obviously."

Yoongi curled up his lips in grimace. "I fucking hate that man, I don't even know what Jungkook sees in him."

"He can be charming, Yoongi." Jimin muttered. "He's got the looks for it, he's got that thirst trap of a voice- and you've never been seduced by him so-"

"He's disgusting, Jimin. He makes men fight for death like it's circus. You think I'd let my best friend step into that? Did he ever make you fight in one of those-"

"No, he didn't make me." Jimin quipped, glaring at Yoongi. "And why do you say it like Jungkook is your innocent fucking kid or something? He's a grown ass man with more blood on his hands than any of us in total, so he can decide on his own wether to fuck the mob boss or not."

They both glared at eachother for a good minute, refusing to budge until Yoongi let out an exasperated breath and broke the eye contact. His teeth were still gritted, Jimin could see.

Guilt washed over Jimin, his chest that was clenched relaxing as he gave up on his ego. "I'm sorry, Yoongi." He finally mumbled, moving a step closer to the silver-haired man. "I didn't mean it. You have all the right to hate Taehyung."

Yoongi scoffed. "You talk with him for an hour and suddenly you know him more than you could in twenty one years? He fucked with your head real bad, Jimin."

"He didn't." Jimin defended. "I'm not delusional. I know he's a fucking monster. But what are we, Yoongi? Are we human? Aren't we as far gone as him? Just because he did something that we won't do makes us saner? One murder or a thousand, Yoongi, you're still fucking covered in blood of someone else."

Yoongi gulped. "I still hate him."

"I didn't stop you." Jimin smirked, nuzzling his nose in Yoongi's neck. "I'm really sorry, this whole ship thing is making me frustrated, shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Yeah, no shit." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

Jimin chuckled and back-hugged Yoongi, placing a soft kiss on his cheek from behind, swaying him on the spot. Jin groaned.

"My boyfriend's just inside and I'm fucking third wheeling here."

Jimin wished time would escalate and Namjoon would find the location as soon as possible, but everything took its everloving time to happen. There was no clue until it was the middle of the night and Jimin had almost lost all the hope of finding anything.

"Okay, there's something!" Namjoon yelled out and Jimin flinched, the sleep that was taking over him vanishing within a second.

"What? What?" He asked hurriedly.

"There's a clue." Namjoon said before taking a huge breath. "I couldn't find anything because I was searching for satellites hovering over the ships. I mean- there's gotta be a way for people to visit the damned ships."

"Yeah, and what about it?"

Namjoon tapped his lips with his finger, looking at Jimin. "What was your first thought when you got to know that these ships have no trace and they've never reached the dock?"

Jimin looked up, thinking for a while before sighing. "I don't know...that they must be on a constant move."

"Exactly. Now, that's not fucking possible. Not for motor ships, at least."

All of them stayed silent, not getting the point at all.

"What are you on about, Namjoon? Whats the point?"

"The point is, that you're looking for a godforsaken Dutchman. Flying Dutchman, if you will."

"And what is that?" Jimin asked cluelessly.

Jin smacked his head. "Don't you guys watch movies or something?"

"No," Yoongi answered. "Because movies romanticise the Mafia world and it's nothing like they show it."

Jin groaned. "No, ever heard of Disney or something?"

"Of course I have!" Yoongi grumbled.

"Yeah, there's a Disney movie, it's called Pirates of the Carribbean."

"And what does a kid's movie have to do with the ships?!" Jimin yelled. "I'm not here for stupid stuff!"

Jin rolled his eyes. "The flying Dutchman is a myth, idiots. Its a ship that's cursed to sail the sea for all eternity. What Namjoon means to say is, that the ships you're looking for are not motor ships, hence can't be traced."

"Then what kind?"

"The old kind. The kind they used before, Pirates." Namjoon replied. "There's no tracking system for them."

"Namjoon, for fucks sake, just get at it!"

The hacker nodded and quickly handed Jimin a few printed pages. "I couldn't find them the new way, so I used the old way. When the east India company didn't have GPS and tracking devices. It was a little complicated and the location isn't exact, but you'll get there."

"Oh..."

"However, there should be a cargo vessel number for your...uh...parents. it's been twenty years, right? I'll look into the cargos transported from Incheon twenty years ago and see if they can still be tracked."

Jimin rubbed his fingers over the papers on which information about his parents' location was printed. He held it a little tighter, determined to find them. He looked up at Namjoon.

"Thank you..." He whispered and he could see that Namjoon didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "No, really, thank you. I'd never ask you of any favour now, I won't trouble you anymore."

"I- thanks, I guess?"

Jimin laughed, a little thing as he looked down at the papers. He could read the words and not understand them because of the haze he was in.

"I should be alive to trouble you anyways."

Before Namjoon could laugh at the sentence though, Jin jumped in, and fuck Jimin should've seen it coming. He really should've. The urge to kill Namjoon bare handed was back when the bartender said,

"I'll come with you."

Why? Why now out of all times did Namjoon think that bringing his lovely boyfriend into a confidential ghost ship tracking would be a good idea?

Although Jimin knew Jin. He knew that the man and his word was always supreme. If he said he'd do something, no one, no one in this world would be able to stop him.

But no, this wasn't a child's play. Jin was dumb to say that sentence out loud because of being too good and caring for this world but Jimin won't let him come to- to whatever the fuck had faith planned for them.

"Are you out of your mind? Think twice before speaking something like that."

"Trust me, I've given it a shit ton of thought before saying this out loud: I'll be coming with you."

"Jin, no." Jimin declared. "You don't understand the intensity of this situation. I don't want you to be gutted open like a pig in the middle of nowhere because of me. You've got - you've got to live right now."

"Oh don't be such a Harry Potter." The purple haired male retorted, rolling his eyes. "I'm coming with or without force."

"I said fucking-"

"Jimin," Jin cut him off, his voice low and sharp at the same time. "Answer me. Who's going with you apart from Yoongi?"

Jimin remained silent. Everyone already knew the answer. The truth was that they wouldn't be able to take many of their men with them for two reasons. The first being that Yoongi still didn't trust those fuckers and especially if there was a battle to be fought. There was a fair chance that they were still working with Taehyung and could turn their backs like they did last time.

"We don't know what's waiting for us over there."

"Exactly. So how the fuck would I let you go all alone, huh? I'd let you willingly walk towards your death?"

"Yes! Yes if that's what making me meet my parents after twenty one years of my life!"

"Then let me help you!"

"Jin-"

"Shut up, Namjoon." The eldest cut the hacker off when he tried to intervene, glare still fixed on his best friend. "You guys are the one's who showed me this side of the world, then why do you try to hide it from me?"

"Because we've seen it." Yoongi said for the first time in the argument. "You're not made for this kind of life, Jin, it ruins you. You wake up everyday without having a purpose. When you take someone's life, you lose yours along with it. One can't go back to being a bartender after getting blood on their hands."

For a moment it felt like that Yoongi's words truly made Jin understand why his innocence needed to be protected. But then the man inhaled a sharp breath before shouting,

"I have the serial killer genes, bitch, I'm made for it!"

"Fuck." Jimin whispered, done, gripping his head. "I can't believe you're so stupid. So fucking stupid."

Jin crossed his hands across his chest, shrugging to show how little he cared about Jimin's remark but the way he tapped his foot recklessly showed how tense he actually was.

"Fine with me if I'm stupid for not letting you die alone."

"Jin- please. I can't let you do this." Now the younger's voice was lower, a little plead.

"That's my decision, okay? I wanna- I wanna protect you. I know I'm not strong buh- but I can't let you die like that knowing I could have done something. Anything. So please, Jimin. Please."

Jimin knew he should've been grateful. Grateful that somehow, just somehow- he was bumped into a couple of people who were willing to die and love. But the fact is that- even after surviving all the storms, Jimin isn't half as strong as Kim Seokjin and if that man tells him he wants to die for someone-

Jimin would let him.