Taehyung strolled down the dim alley, lit cigarette placed at his lips, hands tucked into the large pockets of his jacket. It was cold. The autumn breeze was prominent over his light layers, but Taehyung didn't mind it too much; instead he continued down the shadowed path. The moonlight was his only friend, keeping him company on his lonely journey.

Yet, it didn't take him long to reach that familiar blue neon sign, the letters Abyss Karaoke buzzing against the perfectly molded fluorescent lamps. Past the staircase leading underground, Taehyung swung the rusty door open and was met with the aroma of booze and a distinct scent of beef being cooked.

"Welcome, sir," a staff member bowed as they passed him, and Taehyung paid no mind to them as he proceeded confidently towards the bar area.

"Where's Seokjin?" He wasted no time in asking the man standing behind the counter, not in the mood for small talk or any sorts of stalling.

"Ah, you mean Boss?" The brunette staff looked down the hall to their right. "The Boss joined a customer he said was his friend. They went to Room 5, I think."

Taehyung nodded his head and removed the cigarette from his lips, holding it at waist level as he turned towards the slim hall at the back of the enterprise. He passed the rooms with ongoing karaoke sessions, ignored the loud singing and screaming, then knocked three times at Room 5's door before swinging it open abruptly.

He came to a full stop, hand lingered on the doorknob, eyes deadpanned as he stared at the two men seated on the long sofa.

The two men being, Namjoon, who was laying back with his pants pulled down to his knees; and Seokjin, who had Namjoon's cock in his grip, rubbing it slowly.

Taehyung blinked.

"Shit, what the hell, Taehyung?" Seokjin bursted out, "Can't you fucking knock before you walk into a room?!"

"I did," said Taehyung.

"He did," said Namjoon.

Seokjin inhaled a sharp breath, retreated his hand and sunk to the couch, the tips of his ears turning red. "Well—... W-Well at least text us beforehand so we know you're coming?!"

"I did," said Taehyung.

"He did," said Namjoon.

And as Seokjin groaned out, Taehyung pressed the cigarette back to his smirked-filled lips and watched Namjoon grab the flustered man's hand.

"C'mon, Jinnie~ let's just finish up so we can go attend the others, yeah~♡?" Namjoon guided Seokjin's palm back around his erection.

Taehyung stifled a laugh. "Gross. I'll wait at the meeting room."

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More long and narrow hallways and a dark basement staircase later, Taehyung finally made it to the most discreet part of Seokjin's karaoke & restaurant establishment. Sure, to outsiders the place seemed like an underground hidden gem to get drunk, fill up with food and yell out lyrics to any given favorite music.

But what the general crowd didn't know was that behind all the normality was a hidden lair of roaming delinquents. More specifically, a base for the Bangtan gang to meet up, recruit, handle affairs and do the usual gang activity.

"Name?" The guard who stood at the bottom of the staircase blocking a locked door, stated.

"You know my name." Taehyung blew the smoke from his lips, and the tall muscular man sighed.

"No smoking past this point, sir," the man uttered as he reached to unlock the door behind them.

Taehyung waved him off and proceeded through the door, placing his cigarette back on his lips. On the other side was a warmly lit room, cushioned blue seating similar to those at the karaoke rooms placed against the walls, forming a semi circle. There were already a few people seated, some of which Taehyung recognized were Bangtan soldiers yet couldn't quite remember their names.

Most of the people in the room bowed at his arrival, and Taehyung took a seat beside Yoongi who was plopped on the corner.

"Kim! Ah, Kim, Kim, Kim.." a voice appeared behind him, "How I've missed you so~"

Taehyung looked up to see a tall brunette woman walk in, and caught a glimpse of fluffy cherry hair beside her.

He grinned. "Yerin. Long time no see. Good to see you too, Hoseok."

The red haired man bowed and flashed his sunny smile, while Yerin rolled her eyes.

"I'm finally back in Korea after god knows how long and you don't contact me... I'm hurt. But of course, I know you've met up with Namjoon already."

"He's the one who came to me," Taehyung pulled the cigarette back and exhaled smoke, only to have his wrist be grabbed by the brunette.

"We're all sick and tired of telling you not to smoke in here." Yerin frowned, grabbed the cigarette and crushed it against an ashtray on the table. She then walked off to sit on Hoseok's lap, mumbling to herself. "I can't believe Namjoon put an ash tray in here. I told him it'd only encourage that kid."

Taehyung growled quietly, then leaned back against the seat and turned to look at Yoongi who was scribbling something on a notepad. "Hyung."

"Tae." The older man responded as he glanced at him. "You painted your nails?"

Taehyung looked down at the fresh black polish, left brow lifting.

"You never fully paint them."

"Well," Taehyung said, face deadpanned, "maybe I just wanted to try it out for once. Anyway, what's tonight's meeting on?"

"Not sure," Yoongi sighed. "Namjoon called us all in suddenly. Perhaps it's a small one to welcome him back to Korea."

Taehyung nodded and began to tap his fingers over his lap. "Then this better be quick. I have a pretty little thing waiting for me back at my place."

Yoongi's head remained down, focused on his book.

"Mm.. all pretty and butt naked. Probably waiting for me to come home so we can keep fucking."

Yoongi slowly put his pen down and looked up, seeing how some of the gang members were eyeing each other inaudibly. Yet Taehyung only continued, not quite minding the volume on his voice.

"You wouldn't believe it, hyung. We must've gone at least four rounds. Fuck, what an absolute angel—"

"—Ahem.."

Taehyung blinked, slowly turning his head to scan the now silent room. He narrowed his eyes. "Who just cleared their throat at me?"

He then watched as a short haired male seated near the center raised his hand. "Sorry, sir, I just..." he paused. "I just think that maybe you shouldn't boast about women like that."

Taehyung gave a satirical smile, thighs moving apart to sit in a manspreading position. "Oh yeah? I'm curious to hear how you'd rephrase once I tell you I'm talking about a guy."

The soldier's eyes widened and he could hear murmuring among the gathered gang members. He looked down and began to fiddle with his thumbs. "O-Oh. Well, then that's... I mean, you still shouldn't speak of people in that way... sir."

Taehyung tilted his head, the grin on his face long gone. "How old are you?"

"Ah, well.." The man pushed his hair back. "Eighteen."

"You're a child. Know your place."

The man gulped quietly and nodded, looking back down at the floor once the other male's gaze got too intense for him. Taehyung then tapped Yoongi's shoulder and leaned back again. "Anyway, hyung. You wanna have a go at him too?"

Yoongi's eyes widened. "What?"

"He's one of those squirmy, high pitched moaners. You love that shit, don't you? Hell, we can even take turns on him sometime."

"Taehyung," Yoongi spoke in a warning tone, and before either of them could continue, the door burst open.

"Greetings, greetings, greetings my lovely Bangtan!" A loud voice spoke up, lifting the tensed energy in the room. And just like that, all eyes were on the gang leader himself. Kim Namjoon.

"Welcome back, sir!!!" Everyone yelled out collectively, and Namjoon smiled gently as the greeting was followed by claps and cheers.

"Leader RM-nim is back safely!" Someone from the left of the room screamed.

"Thank you, thank you," Namjoon bowed his head forward before raising a hand, causing everyone in the room to fall silent and attentive to anything he may speak out. "You all have no idea how excited I am to be back. Being away from you all for so long felt... as though a piece of me were missing. But! Yerin-ah and I are back from the States and we bring excellent news..."

The room's eyes roamed, looking around to read each other's curious faces.

Namjoon saw the anticipation in their eyes, and with a grin he shouted out his next words. "We made deals with affiliated gangs in the Americas, which means... we'll be getting more drug imports!"

There was only a brief moment of processing the news before the room burst out into sudden cheers and whistles.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Reel in the money, boys!!"

Taehyung grinned as everyone began to chant, "RM! RM! RM!" and then Seokjin appeared behind Namjoon with not-so-mysteriously flushed cheeks, popped open a bottle of soju and handed it towards the gang leader.

"Thank you everyone. You should've expected no less from both Yerin and I," Namjoon's dimples adorned his face while he sat at the back of the room, on a fancy high chair. He downed the small cup of soju as the room began to quiet down. Namjoon's face then became serious, the sole act successfully bringing the tension back into the air. "Which brings me to my next topic..."

Taehyung heard someone gulp behind him.

"I've been hearing about the Acre situation while I was gone. How they've been confronting some of our guys and attacking them for information. Information about Bangtan, and about me. It seemed all too planned, and after some discussion and careful digging our Bangtan captains and I came to the conclusion that there must be a spy within our gang."

There were murmurs among the soldiers, followed by sounds of people shifting in their seats.

"And thanks to our brilliant captain Kim Seokjin, we were able to find him."

Seokjin nodded beside the leader, arms crossed as he signaled towards the door with his head. And suddenly, the door swung open and in came a guard dragging a man with a fabric cloth covering his mouth towards the center of the room. Everyone's eyes were on them, attentive towards the situation. They sat the man down on a chair at the center of the room and handcuffed him to it.

"This man," Namjoon continued, now moving to stand on his feet, "Was a Bangtan soldier. Someone who was actually only working for Acre the entire time he was with us. Now, before we conclude with the only punishment for traitors, I want to hear any reports from you guys related to Acre. Anyone got anything?"

A few seconds of silence. Then, a guy wearing a face mask stood up, and judging by the way he was dressed Taehyung assumed he was another gang soldier. "Sir," he cleared his throat, "As you can see I'm a bit patched up." The man moved his shirt collar to reveal some more bandages attacked to his skin. "My friend and I... were cornered and beaten by Acre gang members on the way home."

"Did they say anything on what they wanted?"

"They merely asked for your whereabouts, sir. Of course, we didn't say anything."

Namjoon grinded his teeth and began to pace slowly. "Hm... Alright thank you, buddy. Anyone else?"

The man sat back down and, almost immediately, Taehyung spotted a flash of red hair rising.

"Hoseok, yes."

"I saw something similar happen," Hoseok spoke up, eyes landing on Taehyung. "I wasn't their target, though. Captain Taehyung was."

All eyes were now on Taehyung, who sighed out while shifting to stand as well.

Namjoon blinked at him. "Did they say anything?"

"They wanted to know your real name and where you disappeared off to," Taehyung said with a blank expression. "I suppose they're trying to take you down for real now." A pause. "I also ran into one of them today. I think his name was... Hyunwoo? Jae...sik? Ah, Woosik."

The man who was labeled a traitor jolted up from the chair in the center, only to land right back on it, his eyes ablaze. Namjoon's brows furrowed, glancing between him and Taehyung, and then he stepped closer and lowered the rag over his mouth so he can speak.

"Choi! His name's Choi Woosik!" The traitor gasped out for air.

"Ah yes.. Choi Woosik. You know him?"

"Of course he knows him.." Namjoon scoffed in an eerily dark voice. "This man knows too much about both Bangtan and Acre. The only shame is he decided to work for the wrong gang." He turned back to the other male. "Taehyung. Continue."

"Yes," Taehyung crossed his arms, an oddly amused grin on his lips. "Choi Woosik confronted me, but it wasn't me he was after. At least not directly. He gave me a warning about Yoongi; apparently our captain here sold drugs from Acre inventory and didn't give them their cut, so the little babies are mad and claiming we stole from them."

Namjoon held back a laugh. "We stole from them?"

A few chuckles scattered across the room, and the man handcuffed to the chair began to look around in fear for his life.

"You hear that, traitor?" Namjoon stomped one foot to the floor.

"L-Listen, I'm sorry... I—... I won't work for them anymore, I just.. I thought it'd be a smart idea to play double agent but I was really going to use my knowledge to benefit Bangtan, I swear..." The man spoke quickly, with a frigid and shaky voice. But the leader of Bangtan looked at him with deadly eyes.

"Double agent...? Under whose command?" Namjoon seethed out.

The traitor fell silent.

"Who in the world told you to act out such a big mission on your own, hm? Me? Hm, I don't quite remember that. Was it one of the captains? Mm... I feel like I'd hear about that, no?"

Now, it was the entire room that had fallen silent.

"Well," Namjoon continued, "We all know what happens to traitors, right?" He took a few steps back from the handcuffed man's chair and snapped his fingers. The guard that had brought the pitiful man in was suddenly at the leader's side. "What do I tell your family?"

"N-... No, please... RM, sir... Sir, please—"

Namjoon held his palm out; the guard unhooked the gun attached to his belt and handed it to him. Namjoon then raised the weapon and aimed it right at the other male's head. "Three."

"Sir, I'll—... I'll share a-all I know!"

"Two."

"I have information! Information that Bangtan can use to overpower the—"

"One."

"—Acre gang's plan using the best counterattack! Please hear me out—!"

Bang!!

Blood splatter. The man on the chair's limbs fell numb, blood oozing from the wound in his head. Everyone's eyes were wide at the scene that had unfolded in front of them. And when Namjoon pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the gun, the people around him suddenly erupted into cheers.

"The traitor's gone!"

"Good riddance!"

"Thank god for our leader, RM!"

Namjoon handed the gun back to the guard and looked at him. "Take care of the body."

"Yes, sir."

Taehyung watched from where he stood, eyes flickering from the dead body, to Namjoon, then towards all the gang members around him clapping loudly.

"Holy shit.." The corner of his lips slowly raised into a smirk. "Welcome back, hyung."

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