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taehyung didn't want to wake up today. he didn't want to wake up at all.
he has been laying in his bed for approximately an hour now, despite knowing about getting scolded for being late to work.

how long has it been? about a month ... but it felt like years for taehyung. he couldn't believe himself. the next day after he killed jungkook he wanted to believe it was all only a nightmare, but when nobody answered his calls, he understood that this was the painful reality. taehyung really hoped that somehow jungkook would be alive. what if he was still in the woods? he had rushed out of the gang building and headed straight into the forest without a second thought. he didn't find jungkook there. all that was left were bloodstains.

today taehyung had another one of his nightmares and barely got any sleep. it has been like that for a while now. grabbing a cup of coffee on the way, taehyung hoped it would replace his breakfast for the day.

"good morning." taehyung mumbled, entering yoongi's office.   

in the office, yoongi was sitting at his desk, monotonously signing some kind of papers. taehyung didn't notice it at first, but when he glanced at the mirror he saw minseok ruffling his hair, giving it more volume.

"you're late again." yoongi said and looked up at the younger. 

"sorry. i got you a coffee." taehyung placed his breakfast on yoongi's table in hopes of loosening the tension.

"oh, thank you." yoongi grabbed the cup and handed taehyung a stack of papers. "I need these piled up nicely by date and in alphabetical order by this afternoon because there will be much more later on and I need all the papers organized by today."

"alright, I'll get to it." taehyung muttered.

"why didn't you get me coffee?" minseok's annoying voice pierced through taehyung's ears. he rolled his eyes and watched minseok come up behind yoongi, letting his hands gently massage the elder's neck.

"because dogs don't drink coffee." taehyung replied and walked to the door.

"haha. also, can you stop acting like the world revolves around you, taehyung?" minseok scoffed.

"correction, its you who's acting like that." taehyung responded.

"have you seen yourself-"

"if you two are going to argue can you not do it in my office right in front of me?" yoongi raised his voice and said with annoyance.

minseok gave taehyung a glance and rolled his eyes. "I have better things to do."

"right, why don't you actually go and do something productive." taehyung slammed the door and walked out of the office.

he had an undeniable urge to throw these papers right at that brat's face but knew that it wouldn't be in any way beneficial to him since he'd have to reorganize all the papers once again. taehyung closed his eyes and exhaled, waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. he could not believe minseok. son of a bitch! he felt even worse for jungkook who got betrayed not only by him, but also by minseok. he didn't even get to discover what was going on between minseok and jungkook ... he really should have let jungkook explain himself, but he just had to be stubborn about it. well obviously if they kissed, then something must have been going on between the two, but now taehyung found out who minseok really was and didn't know what to think. what if minseok was somehow abusing or using jungkook?

taehyung exited the elevator only to notice that he had exited on the first floor instead of the ground floor. "ah, fuck." he muttered and got back into the elevator.

"hold the door, please!" taehyung heard an unfamiliar voice reach out to him and pressed the button to hold the doors.

two men in topcoats entered the elevator and clicked the twentieth floor.
twentieth floor? taehyung thought. so they're headed to yoongi's office? what for? and who are they ...?

the elevator went to the ground floor first and taehyung exited. right before the doors closed, he took another look at the two men and felt his jaw drop. was that the dark sun tattoo he saw?
what the hell was the malgeun pi gang doing here?!

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"did taehyung not recognize us?" jimin let out a breathy chuckle and leaned against one of the elevator walls.

"don't forget that only we know taehyung, he doesn't know us." hoseok said and watched the elevator doors open. "soon enough, though, everyone here will probably know about us. we will be suspicious at first and our every move will be watched."

near the entrance, jimin and hoseok were stopped by two guards. "and who may you two be?" one of them asked.

"we are from the malgeun pi gang ..." hoseok started and saw how the guards tensed up immediately. "... and we are here to discuss something with mr. min."

one of the guards gave the other one a weird look and went inside to inform yoongi about the guests he had. in a matter of seconds the guard came back and opened the door for the two of them. hoseok and jimin entered the office and looked around. the interior was somewhat similar to hoseok's office and gave off that dark and mysterious vibe. 

"very unpleased to see you here, how may I help you?" yoongi mumbled as he typed something on his computer. he didn't even bother to look at the two men standing on the other side of his table.

"what is this, a mcdonalds drive-through?" hoseok asked with a chuckle. "we are here to talk business."

"oh?" yoongi closed his laptop and leaned back on his chair. "take a seat then, hoseok.... oh and who may that be?"

yoongi and hoseok barely saw each other, but when they did (in the past) in order to discuss some important things, it was only the two of them. hoseok never brought jimin with him until they got very close to each other and jimin became pretty much a fundamental part of hoseok.

"no one in particular." hoseok tugged jimin by his waist before gesturing him to take a seat on the couch while hoseok himself took a seat on a chair opposite of yoongi. hoseok folded his hands on his knees and looked up at yoongi whose gaze was cold and apathetic just like it used to be throughout all these years.    "here." hoseok placed a thin stack of papers on the desk and slid them closer to yoongi.

"and what may this be?" yoongi took a closer look at the papers and arched a brow.

"its a contract. a peace contract, to be exact." 

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