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jackson... is part of the simyeon gang?

no way. that was impossible, right?

"you okay?" jackson noticed the worried look on taehyung's face. taehyung looked into jackson's eyes with fear.
what was this supposed to mean? that jackson knew everything from the start? that he has been lying to taehyung all along? has he betrayed taehyung?

"I think I need to go." taehyung said in a hurry.

"is something wrong?" jackson's face showed pure confusion which bewildered taehyung even more. maybe it was a simple tattoo? nobody forbid moon tattoos, anybody could have them.

taehyung left without saying a word. his feet carried him into his changing room and he opened the window, letting the fresh air in. this was too much information.
deep down, taehyung hoped he was mistaken. he couldn't get himself to fully believe jackson was part of the simyeon gang. how has he not noticed the tattoo before?

don't make any assumptions for now. taehyung told himself. you don't have valid proof.

"quite a cozy room you have here."
taehyung jumped to the sound of somebody's unfamiliar voice. his head turned to the door and he noticed her standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. she was wearing a leather body suit, similar to the one she wore previously, a gun was tucked in a special weapon holder attached to her thigh.
"sorry, did I scare you? oops."

"what are you doing here?" taehyung watched her close the door and take a few steps towards taehyung who backed away, falling onto the couch. he regained his posture, trying to look confident.

"I mean... you were supposed to catch me, right? but I got tired of waiting so I just came to you." she chuckled. "oh no, looks like you caught me, what do I do?"

"how did you–" taehyung didn't finish his sentence, he got hit by a wave of realization. it all made sense now! so that's how the simyeon gang knew everything – they had spies everywhere. and minseok was one of them.
"you have quite a clever leader, I must admit."

"I know." she rolled her eyes and leaned against the makeup table.

"but you're really underestimating us all." taehyung stood up and YJ immediately tensed up, getting herself ready for anything.
"don't be scared, I won't hurt you."

"I think it's you who should be scared, I'm surprised you still didn't run away like last time we met." she said. "pretending not to be the coward you actually are?"

taehyung's jaw clenched and so did his fists. he hated how high she thought of herself. what did she ever do? win world war two?

"you're speaking of yourself like you're some indestructible and immortal goddess." taehyung took slow and cautious steps towards the girl. "are you a novelist or a gang member?"

taehyung saw her eye twitch as she abruptly took out the gun and pointed it right at taehyung's head. taehyung chuckled and playfully raised his hands in the air, pretending to give in.
"oh no, what do I do?" he mimicked her voice.

"I thought you had a mission to fulfill. what are you trying to do, make me angry or what?" YJ spoke through gritted teeth.

taehyung let his arms fall to the side.
"lady, please mind your own business, okay? I think I know what I'm doing."

"are you sure?" she took a step forward, letting the tip of the gun touch taehyung's forehead.

taehyung laughed. "you're really going the easy way? I can also shoot you with ease. do you have any fighting skills?"

YJ let her gun fall to the floor and before taehyung had time to blink she punched him hard into the stomach. taehyung stumbled backwards, but the girl was quick to hit his knees with her leg in a spin, making taehyung fall onto the floor.
she jumped onto him, like a wild animal attacking it's prey.
taehyung caught both of her hands in time.
"you're like an unvaccinated street cat."

"shut your mouth." her hand escaped taehyung's grasp and went flying across his lips. her long nails scratched taehyung's mouth, leaving bloody traces behind.

taehyung hissed at the pain and punched the girl with his knee into her side. she fell sideways onto the floor and taehyung used the chance to stand up. YJ was much quicker, she really was like a wild cat. taehyung only got onto his knees, but YJ already had time to grab the metal chair and throw it at the boy. taehyung covered his head with his arms just in time.
after the chair, all taehyung's makeup went flying from the table onto him.

"that's just plain rude." taehyung responded and stood up before slapping YJ across the face.
her eyes darkened. she grabbed a scarf from the clothing rack and hit taehyung between his legs. taehyung fell onto his knees in pain. YJ pushed him back onto the floor and tied the scarf around his neck, pulling on it. taehyung instantly forgot about the pain below and grabbed onto the scarf trying to rip it off.

she watched his face get red from the lack of oxygen. a smile appeared on her lips as she tightened the scarf.
taehyung was slowly losing consciousness, but he found strength within him and performed a backflip, making YJ hit the floor with a loud thud. her hands went flying to her head as she screamed out in pain.
taehyung saw blood slightly trickling down her hands and dripping onto the floor. his first thought was to help her, but suddenly remembered who she actually was.
something in him wanted to stop, he didn't want to hurt her. maybe it was intuition or maybe it was only because she was a girl and taehyung got used to seeing girls be weak and vulnerable which was a very stereotypical way of thinking.

taehyung took the chance and fetched the gun she threw away earlier. he got on top of her and placed the gun to her head.
her eyes flew open from the feeling of cold metal against her forehead.

"I thought somebody said that using a gun meant going the easy way." she said in a raspy voice.

"have you seen anybody play fair and follow the rules in the mafia world? I don't think so."
the words reminded YJ of soojin, she said it a lot and it stayed in her head.
YJ laughed and let her head fall back.
"are you seeing anyone by any chance?"

the girl's expression suddenly changed and her eyes looked straight into taehyung's.
"what's with you? being all flirty all of a sudden? fyi, I am not interested in humans."

"ooh... what kinky shit are you into? animals? plants? maybe aliens?" taehyung asked playfully.

"I dislike anything that breathes." she reponded.

"well then, it looks like you're really not seeing anyone." taehyung spoke in a calm voice. "cuz you know... I thought it would be nice for you to see someone... like a therapist, for example. actually, scratch that, in your case – a psychiatrist would be more beneficial. judging by the way you threw that chair at me–"
her hands wrapped around taehyung's neck.
"–you definitely have problems."

"shut up."

"you surely have something for choking, don't you?" taehyung felt her grasp being weaker, probably because of the wound on her head. "there's a good mental asylum down the road–"

YJ suddenly tightened her grip, which surprised taehyung, wondering where she got the strength from.
"listen, think about it..." taehyung said. "who has more chances or surviving? me with your hands around my throat or you with a gun placed to your head?"

"me." she replied and smirked. "because members of the simyeon gang never die."

"crazy bitch."
taehyung was about to pull the trigger, but stopped. his eyes caught the golden necklace that hung around YJ's neck. it was a simple necklace with the letters y and j on it. taehyung assumed that was her name... but something about the necklace made him feel weird, he didn't understand what it was, he felt completely thrown off track.

YJ caught taehyung off guard and took the gun out of his hand, now being the one to hold it against taehyung's head.
taehyung looked her in the eyes right before he heard the click.
thankfully, taehyung was quick to act and the bullet ended up piercing through his shoulder instead of his head.
taehyung yelled out in pain and closed his eyes shut.

when he opened them, YJ was no longer there. the only thing he saw was his door getting opened and the loud screams of jungkook and jimin before everything went black.

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