pls if ur rereading do not spoil

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They had four days left. Four days until they had to kill that blonde boy and hand his body to Jungkook's father.

Four days.

Taehyung had to do some kind of gun training. Learn how to shoot them properly, or whatever. Either way, he was busy. (Jungkook kind of wanted him to come along, the boy is rather alluring).

Jungkook was alone, standing inside the gay bar he rather not be in right now. It was only 6 pm, so there weren't a lot of people here. Barely any, in fact.

Jungkook instantly spotted Jimin, sitting in a plain t-shirt and skinnies near the bar. He was alone, thank god. Jungkook just wanted more information about him.

"Jimin?"

Jimin turned to the voice, and then got a little smile on his face. "Hey, you're that guy from that day! You're the one who ran out, right?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook giggled and sat down beside him.

"Um. Yeah, we-we had an emergency. Sorry about that." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered.

"Don't worry about it. So, what brings you here? Wanna make up for what you missed?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

"Actually. I.. um.. kind of need a job. Here, perhaps?" Jungkook asked.

No, he didn't actually 'kind of need a job'. He just needed some excuse to find out more about Park Jimin.

Jungkook saw as Jimin's smile died down a little.

"Don't. Find some place else. Listen, kid, you're only 18. You'll be able to find a job at a better place, alright? This.. this place looks bad from outside, but it's even worse on the inside. We get treated like shit, more than half of us have to sleep with the people who pay for lap dances or else they'll hurt us. And, on top of that, our boss sucks. He says he'll fire us if we don't sleep with him."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and saw as Jimin pressed his lips together. "I hate it here. I'm only here because I really need the money. I-I was desperate, okay? You don't have to be." Jimin said in a hushed voice, making sure no one heard him.

"Why? Can't you find a more polished strip club?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin sighed. Jungkook could already tell this boy really needed to vent, and probably would to Jungkook.

"No. My boss won't allow me to leave. I even threatened to call the police on him, but he pays for my grandmother's medical bills, s-so I can't leave. My grandma isn't my real grandma. I was adopted by her, kind of. My parents died when I was really young so I was fostered into- I'm rambling. Sorry." Jimin said, cheeks tinted.

Jungkook felt his stomach twist at his words. His grandmother is in a hospital, his boss is probably a sick-minded pervert who uses him, and on top of that, he's an orphan. Wow.

Jungkook and Taehyung couldn't have picked a worse guy. They might as well kill a puppy, Jesus.

"That's alright! I'll listen." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered, and then sighed.

"Okay, good, 'cause I really need to let all this out." Jimin said, and Jungkook gave him a small smile.

*

"We can't kill him."

Taehyung turned to Jungkook slowly, eyebrows furrowed. His eyebrows just defined his whole face, making him look scarier.

"Excuse me?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook walked closer to him. They were in the mansion, down in the basement next to the equipment room.

"We can't kill Park Jimin. I-I talked to him for a bit, and he's really sweet." Jungkook said, and Taehyung cocked his eyebrow.

"Are you.. kidding me? Jungkook, I have to give the body to your father tomorrow," Taehyung said slowly, and Jungkook shook his head.

"No, Taehyung, I'm not. He's only 21 years old, and needs to take care of his grandma and lives in a terrible apartment and is an orphan. He also works part time at a children's hospital and animal shelter! He's innocent, we-"

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's wrist, digging his nails in a bit making Jungkook widen his eyes.

"Are you fucking serious? This is exactly why I didn't want to do this with some kid. You got emotional about it, didn't you? That's the main part of our fucking job, Jungkook! Not to get emotional! Now I don't give a flying fuck if he's some kind of angel- we're going over right now and we're killing him."

Jungkook looked at Taehyung hesitantly, lump forming in his throat. "B-but I-"

"Jungkook if it wasn't for you being the son of Dokeun you would've been in a body bag right now," Taehyung growled, and Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. "So you're going to shut the fuck up and let me do what I need to do, alright?"

Jungkook blinked, and looked at the floor, feeling his stomach tighten. "O-okay." Jungkook squealed out, and Taehyung left his wrist. Jungkook saw as Taehyung turned around and walked up the stairs.

Jungkook touched his wrist with his thumb, feeling the indent Taehyung left with his fingernail. He gathered up some confidence and walked up the stairs, following Taehyung.

It's not a big deal, he's right. Jungkook heard the loud honk of the car and rushed outside, seeing Taehyung sitting in the driver's seat of the car, sunglasses on.

It's not like he's treating you any differently than anyone else in this house does.

*

"Oh my god! Jungkook, hi!" Jimin said loudly, smiling and walking over to the boy and engulfing him in a hug. Jungkook hugged back, Jimin's bare chest against his clothed one.

Jungkook just gave him a small smile. It was hard to look at him, especially when Jungkook knows he's going to die in less than an hour.

"How come you guys are here?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung reached forward and grabbed him by the waist. He whispered some words into the boy's ear, making him smirk and look into Taehyung's eyes.

"Sure, daddy- I'll see you in the room in the end of the hall," Jimin said back, voice sultry. Taehyung patted his ass and saw him strut off to the hallway.

Taehyung turned to Jungkook, who was looking anywhere but at Taehyung.

"Do you have your gun?" Taehyung asked in a hushed voice, and Jungkook nodded. He had it in a pocket inside his coat.

Taehyung sighed when he saw Jungkook not making any eye contact, and almost rolled his eyes a little, not that Jungkook saw.

"C'mon- let's go. Better get it done quickly. We'll exit out the back of the club." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. He didn't want to do this at all, he had a sick feeling in his stomach.

While they were walking, Taehyung suddenly stopped and grabbed Jungkook, his hands on either side of his waist.

"You're upset." Taehyung stated, and Jungkook snickered.

"Well, obviously." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung pursed his lips, and then cocked his eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be used to this? You are next in line for Mafia leader, aren't you? Don't they start teaching you this stuff when you're 13?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook bit his lip.

"They-they do. Whatever, it's fine. Let's go and do it quickly." Jungkook said, and Taehyung just hummed in agreement.

Both of them walked towards the last room, and Jungkook could feel his gun pressing against his side like he could feel his heart ramming against his chest.

Taehyung reached for the door. Jungkook felt his heart drop. The door opened.

The room was dim lit, with sofas pushed against the wall. Jimin was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his blonde hair which didn't seem so curled today. He turned and saw Taehyung and Jungkook walk in.

"Hey," Jimin said softly, eyes darkened and lips plump, clearly glossed. He was in a little shimmery robe, probably to take it off and get a bigger reaction.

"Now." Taehyung whispered into Jungkook's ear, and Jungkook felt his stomach tighten. Jungkook walked up to Jimin, who turned his back to Taehyung.

"Jimin, I-" Jungkook started, one hand slowly reaching inside his pocket. Jimin looked at him in confusion, oblivious to Taehyung, who took his gun out, slowly pointing it up at the back of Jimin's head.

"Yeah?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook took a deep breath, and then looked at Taehyung, as if giving him a signal. Taehyung's finger reached for the trigger, and Jungkook's hand clutched around his gun, and then-

Jungkook saw as Jimin's eyes widened, his eyes looking widely at the mirror behind Jungkook that both the boys forgot about. Jungkook was about to grab the boy, but before he could-

Almost in an instant, Jimin grabbed Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his stomach and holding him against him. Jimin grabbed Jungkook's gun and lifted it to Jungkook's head, his finger on the trigger, eyes darkened.

"Come any closer and he's dead," Jimin growled, and Taehyung's eyes widened.

Jungkook could feel the cold metal of the gun against the side of his forehead, and he gulped, sending Taehyung a look of confusion and helplessness.

"Drop it." Jimin gritted, and Taehyung gulped. "I-" Taehyung started, slowly taking his finger off the trigger.

"Drop the fucking gun!" Jimin yelled, and Taehyung put his hands up and slowly put the gun down on the floor, keeping a steady eye on Jimin.

"Okay, okay, just- don't do anything to him." Taehyung said, placing the gun down and putting his hands up slowly.

Jimin's eyes remained glued on Taehyung, a sudden daunting look on his face that Taehyung had never seen nor imagined. Jungkook let out a little breathless gasp, feeling bile in his throat.

"Jimin, don't-" Jungkook let out, and Jimin dug the gun further into his forehead, shutting him up.

"Give me the other gun." Jimin said, and Taehyung shifted his eyes between Jungkook and Jimin and sighed, kicking over the other gun towards Jimin, who reached down and grabbed it, letting go of Jungkook.

Jungkook rushed behind Taehyung, feeling deathly afraid. He did not expect Jimin, who told Jungkook he bakes cookies and does gardening in his free time, would do this.

"Who the fuck are you two? Cops?" Jimin spat, keeping both the guns aimed at the two boys.

"We-we're in a Mafia." Taehyung said, and Jimin's eyes suddenly widened.

"Mafia? Wait, which one?"

"Jeon." Taehyung said, and Jungkook saw as Jimin smirked, a snicker escaping his lips.

"So, what, you two here killing for fun? I know damn well I didn't do shit," Jimin snarked, and Taehyung sighed.

"Just, put the guns away, we'll tell you everything."

"I'm not putting shit away. You'll tell me everything, and the guns with stay." Jimin snapped, and Taehyung took a deep breath.

*

"That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard."

Taehyung closed his eyes to try not to get pissed, and Jungkook just tightened his grip on the back of Taehyung's shirt.

"I know, but you were the only Park J we found." Taehyung explained.

"So you just wanted to kill me? God- actually, kind makes sense. I would've done the same," Jimin snickered, and Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.

"J-Jimin did-did you make all that stuff up? That you told me?" Jungkook said quietly, those being the first words he'd said the whole time, since he was still hiding behind Taehyung.

"No." Jimin said, slowly putting the guns down. Very slowly. "All that stuff was legit. But, what I didn't tell you was that my foster family was a gang. They're all in jail now, except my grandma. I know how to use guns inside out, and I've killed a few men. So don't fucking try me-" Jimin said, and Jungkook just felt like hiding further behind Taehyung.

"Listen, we don't want any problems. We just needed someone to kill." Taehyung said, and Jimin suddenly looked a little hesitant, and then looked deep in thought.

"I know someone. Park Jisoo. She's 28- meth addict. Keeps trying to kill herself but never gets around to it. She's the boss' cousin. Complete fucking lunatic. Absolute bitch, too. She's in the building right now."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Would- would you help us with that?"

"Sure. But, on one condition." Jimin said.

"What?"

Jimin smirked a little, and raked his fingers through his hair, looking at the two boys while leaning against the wall.

"I wanna join your mafia."

Taehyung's eyes widened again, but before he could say anything, Jungkook spoke out. "Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? I wanna do the stuff you guys do. I hate my job here, and I'll get a place to live at, too. I'm good with guns, I really am. I can help." Jimin insisted, and Taehyung looked a little unsure.

"I don't know."

"I-I'll convince my dad. You can join, Jimin. I'm sure you can. He might be a little hesitant.. but I'm sure you'll be able to." Jungkook said, and Jimin grinned.

"Just, promise to help us kill this woman." Jungkook said, and Jimin walked up to them.

"Consider it done."

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welp he didnt die!! thank god ammirite