ive never really talked about follower counts or thanked you guys for the milestones (y'know "thank you for 50 followers, thank you for 100 followers & thank you for 200" etc) but id like to say a hearty thank you for taking the time to follow me & get me to 1k!! that's freaking amazing,,

anyway, onwards with the story :-----)
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jungkook focus
after two and a half days of non-stop driving, jungkook finally arrives at the address provided by namjoon. he spots the looming mansion before he even arrives; the white building visible in the dark of the night and the bright outside lights acting as beacons for jungkook.
he parks out of sight, switches off his headlights and studies the building from a fair distance.

there seemed to be a party tonight, an advantage for him, he decides as guests in swathes of silk and velvet enter the open entrance with their sleek cars, their faces holding up excited smiles to be invited to one of the kims a-list dinner parties.

tearing his eyes away from the scene, jungkook reaches under the passenger seat, grabbing his black backpack and yanking it out from underneath. he quickly looks over the contents of his disorganised bag; eyeing the gun equipment and extra bullets, his spare clothes and the couple of snack bars shoved into the side pockets.

his hand drifts over the handgun, it'd be a bad idea to actually shoot someone even with the silencer on - the place is so full of guests that id be caught in no time, for sure. he assesses the gun for a few seconds before taking it, but it could come in handy, he thinks, convincing himself.

he grabs a black suit jacket out of the contents and changes quickly in the car, careful not to whack his head against the car roof or sound the car horn as he gets dressed.
after he's suited up in a casual black suit, he exits the car with a smirk on his face and pins a fake white rose on to his breast pocket.

it's been a long fucking time but let's do this, jungkook, he tells himself, gripping the gun in his right hand and pausing for a second to adore the feel of his handgun.
god, it feels good doing this again, he thinks as he places his gun on the inside of his suit jacket, stalking towards the easily accessible entrance and slipping by with the rest of the guests, going completely unnoticed by the many security guards situated around the place.

this gonna be a piece of cake.

taehyung focus
after smiling so hard that his teeth and cheeks hurt, taehyung retires to his room for a quick break away from the too cheerful guests and the intoxicating taste of wine. he slips past jae's sight and walks away quickly, seeking only five minutes of peace alone.

as he walks across the hall, he sees a new set of guests arrive in the corner of his eyes. a tall man in a fitting black suit stands at the head of the cluster of guests, a small smirk prominently fixed on to his face as he looks around the carefully decorated hall. his eyes latch on taehyung when he catches him staring at him, eyebrows quirking up.
taehyung's too tired to even recognise the man, so he completely disregards the stranger, and walks up the grand staircase with heavy feet.

his ignores the drapes of gold material on the walls and stairs, ignores the sweet scented red roses and doesn't bother appreciating the waiters rushing around the place with silver platters piled high with canapés or flutes of red wine or champagne.
in the eyes of middle class people, this would've been seen as a fairytale-like setting; they'd have expected a regal princess in a pink ballgown to swish down the stairs with a bright smile on her face.

it's far from a fairytale, the little voice in the back of taehyung's head quips, and taehyung brings his hands up to his forehead, sighing deeply.

"is sir okay?" one of the maids ask, stopping in her tracks to look at taehyung who had unknowingly stopped in the middle of the staircase.

taehyung removes his hands from his face and nods, plastering a smile, "yes, im just heading over to my room for a second." he says brightly. the maid, convinced, simply nods and gives a small smile.

"if you need anything, please do say." she murmurs before walking away, trying to balance multiple wine filled glasses on her platter.

you can't look bad, you're meant to look composed, taehyung tells himself, fixing his posture and smoothing down his suit jacket. he looks over his shoulder to see the maid conversing lowly with one of the guests, taehyung realises that it was the guy he had saw a few minutes earlier, the guy who had a white rose pinned to his breast pocket.

taehyung frowns slightly but turns away, walking towards his secluded room whilst offering cheery smiles and greetings to guests he passed by.
he finally arrives at his room and twists the doorknob, pushing the door open and walking into the minimally decorated room. he closes the door behind him and at once his smile goes slack.

he contemplates whether he should cry again in the bathroom for a few minutes and then go back out into the party or claim that he was ill and needed bed rest and sleep throughout  the rest of the celebration.

the door opens behind him before he could make his choice, and he looks sharply over his shoulder to see the man that had caught his interest twice, standing in the doorframe.

"you are?" taehyung asks politely, his tired mind flaring up with questions. who is he?
is he a business partner?
why's he in my room?

was he following me to my room?
oh my god, where's jae?

"someone." the guy brushes off taehyung's question and looks around the room casually, eyeing the window in particular.

"sorry, but could you be a bit more specific?" taehyung asks meekly, his hand finding its way to his jacket pocket, fingers discovering the thin device placed inside.
jae - jae, lemme call jae-

taehyung looks up at the sound of something snapping and gulps hard when he identifies the new item in the man's hand as a gun, a gun which was pointed directly at him.

"what do you want?" taehyung swallows, dropping his hand from his pocket. "don't startle the intruder, any sudden movements could get you killed." taehyung remembers what jae had told him during their self defence training - it was the one time he actually bothered to listen and now taehyung thanks his past lazy self.

"drop to the floor and keep your hands above your head - don't scream and don't move." the guy says coolly, hard eyes unblinking.

taehyung does as he's told, fear reverberating throughout his entire body.

oh my god, oh my god - i should've fucking knew he was following me. what an idiot, he curses himself, you should've got jae to come with you, damnit.

taehyung purses his lips and raises his shaky hands above his head, his breath hitches in his throat when the guy steps forward.

oh my god - he's gonna totally shoot me -- i haven't done anything bad though -- oh my god, oh my god -- fuck, where's jae??? jesus, i just wanted to fucking sleep-

taehyung suddenly finds deep interest in his bedroom floor, staring at it intently as the unknown man walks right up to him, kneeling on the ground in front of taehyung.
"okay, now my boss told me to bring you back unharmed so im not gonna hurt you. im gonna keep my gun on the floor so don't freak out on me-"

taehyung screams immediately when he sees the gun set on the wooden floorboards in front of his feet.

"oh my fucking-" the man hisses, grabbing taehyung's tie and ramming the material into taehyung's mouth quickly, muffling his yelp.

"jeez, my ears are ringing." the man grunts to himself, picking up his gun and glaring at taehyung who's red in the face from screaming earlier.

taehyung starts to sniffle, his arms already staring to pain from keeping them up in the air and a thin trail of saliva outlines his gagged mouth.

im gonna die, im gonna die, im gonna die-

"oh here we go - cue the waterworks." the man rolls his eyes, bringing his gun up to taehyung's forehead and placing the cool metal against taehyung's skin. he starts to cry.

"stop crying." he hisses. taehyung stops abruptly, sniffling.

"im now gonna stand up and find something to tie you up with, my gun's in my hand so don't fucking scream or move - you got it?" the man consolidates, getting up off his haunches and walking round taehyung a little to inspect the curtain cords holding up taehyung's curtains, seeing if they were strong enough to hold.

taehyung's eyes flicker around the room desperately, jae, im sorry for not paying attention to our self defence training-

his eyes watch the man finger the pale blue curtain cords, watching him unloop the rope-like item.

he's gonna fucking kill me by choking mE.

panic rises in taehyung's system and his eyes dart around the room rapidly. his eyes land on the vase sitting atop his coffee table nearby (the vase which he found hella ugly but didn't bother removing, he thanks his past lazy self once again for never throwing the hideous vase out) and whilst the man had his back turned to taehyung, taehyung stands up with wobbly legs and pulls the wet tie out of his mouth, grimacing at the soggy material.

then tentatively, he reaches out for the vase and biting his lip (and praying that he wouldn't kill the man but just knock him unconscious) he swings the vase back, as if he was about to hit a specially spectacular home run.

closing his eyes, taehyung swings the vase forward with his teeth nervously digging into his lower lip.

the vase hits something.

please be unconsciou-

taehyung realises that the vase was still pressed against something and frowns, eyes still closed.
surely the vase shouldn't be pressed again something if he'd dropped to the floor and turned unconscious?

he opens one of his eyes timidly and nearly winces at the sight before him.

the man had caught the full force of the vase in his hand, gripping the vase so hard that taehyung was afraid that it'd shatter into a thousand pieces. he almost shudders when he opens his other eye to see the unknown man glaring at him through half lidded but scornful eyes.

shit.

"alright kim. tae. hyung. i was gonna go easy on you since you're just an innocent rich kid but it looks like we'll have to do this the hard way."

taehyung drops the vase when he's hit over the head with the butt of the man's handgun, the vase and him both hitting the floor with a dull thud.