This was the first time, in a long time that Jimin has worn his silver cross. The piece of jewelry hanging out of his plush lips as he nibbles at the silver chain.
"They're here." Namjoon alerts everyone quietly as he grabs his gun off of the rundown truck floor.
Most mafia movies, usually people roll up in super nice cars, guns hanging out the windows and a shootout begins, right? Only for dumb wanna be mafias do people do that. When you get down to the real nitty gritty of everything, the best approach is to rent out broken down vans that would probably sell cabbage or rice crackers on the side of the road. Making it safer for everyone to get out alive.
Jimin kisses his cross, fisting it and pointing his index finger to the ceiling of the van. He wants the grace of his parents. He needs to be wary, he has a family at home now. A wife and unborn child waiting for him. He closes his eyes, putting his cross inside of his black t-shirt before sighing gently.
"We remember what we're doing?" He asks quietly before looking at his men. The rest of the guys nod as Jeongguk puts his knife between his teeth tying his combat boots tighter.
"We have a shipment on our six." Jin announces pulling out his gun. Jimin perks up before sniffing and putting his fingers through his hair.
"Clean take. No left overs." He tells the guys.
"Clean take. No left overs." They repeat with a nod as Jeongguk kicks the back door of the beaten down van open.
Jeongguk jumps out of the van first, the knife in his hand flying out at a rapid speed. The knife lodging into the back of a man's neck as the rest of the guys jump out of the van. The sun was setting, the sky vibrante shades of red and orange as the action begins.
"Yah!" A man screams loudly jumping back into the shipment van. Three men were surrounding the shipment van and four people were with Kim Youngju, including that rascal Gyuhyung.
"Hello!" Jimin cheers happily before cocking his gun and shooting the man next to Kim Youngju. Kim Youngju backs up, his back slamming into the Escalade he arrived in.
"Oh! Kim Youngju! Nice to see you! How was your deep sleep?!" Jimin asks with a laugh shooting another man by his side.
"You fucking bastard!" Youngju screams loudly, his hand flitting to his waistband which Yoongi gives a click of his teeth disappointed.
"Kim Shin's son is scared." He teases before jumping up and grabbing a mans neck, twisting it harshly as the body falls to the ground with a thud.
Yoongi pulls out a cigarette. Striking the match against the bottom of his boot before lighting his cigarette.
"Oh!" Jeongguk cheers grabbing the handle of his knife from the fallen man's neck and throwing it at Youngju. Jeongguk's precision is immaculate as the knife cuts through Youngju's arm pinning him to the car door.
"You fuck!" Youngju screams grabbing at his arm with a shaky hand. Taehyung is quick to disperse of his knives. Butterfly knifes leaving his hands at a rapid pace, his black bangs falling into his eyes as he flicks his wrists quickly. Noises of pain and anger leaving hurt throats.
"Jung Gyuhyung!" Jimin jeers to the man beside Youngju.
"Park!" Gyuhyung calls warningly as he holds his hands up trying to back off. As Jimin smiles brightly, the man who jumped into the shipment van leans out firing off a bullet.
"HYUNG!" Jeongguk screams loudly as the bullet penetrates Jimin's side. A slow groan leaves Jimin's lips as his eyebrows furrow. Spit leaving his lips hanging on to his chin as he falls to the ground on his knees.
"Go!" Jeongguk screams, jumping at Youngju and grabbing his knife out of his arm only to twist his arms behind his back in an awkward position.
"Hey! Hey!" Namjoon yells to Jimin kneeling down in front of him.
"Fuck!" Jimin curses, closing his eyes and lulling his head back. Seokjin is quick to pull the shooter out of the window of the van. His elbow smacking into his wrist, making the man drop the gun before dragging him to the floor.
"Y/N is going to kill us!" Hoseok yells grabbing Gyuhyung by the neck and flipping him onto his back. Jeongguk ties up Youngju's wrists before putting a bag over his head.
"Get hyung in the truck!" He yells, knocking Youngju out with the butt of his knife.
Youngju's head falling limp on his shoulders as Jeongguk slings his slim body over his shoulder. Namjoon puts his head under Jimin's arm before hauling his boss to his feet. Hoseok is quick at tying the bag around Gyuhyung's neck. His wrists trapped in mesh wire as Hoseok drags him towards the van easily. His back getting cut open and scraping against the pebbled road. Seokjin is fast, faster than the man he holds. His gun shooting up through the bottom of his chin and up through his scalp.
"Drive the shipment to the warehouse!" Jeongguk tells the oldest member who throws the dead body in the back of the shipment truck.
"Got it!" Jin calls back fishing through the man's pockets before finding the key.
"Y/N is going to kill me." Jimin mumbles before cringing at the pain as he walks with Namjoon.
"I need to go back and get that bullet out!" Jeongguk calls to Jimin before throwing Youngju in the van, his unconscious head slamming into the metal flooring with a loud thud.
"We got 'em though!" Hoseok cheers happily before lifting Gyuhyng's body into the van.
"We got 'em." Jimin mutters before climbing into the passenger seat of the van.
You were pacing in your bedroom, your hand resting on your stomach as you look into the open hallway. Both of the French doors opened for your viewing accessibility. The front door opens and you hold your breath.
"NOONA OPEN THE MEDICAL ROOM!" Jeongguk screams loudly and you curse before rushing over to the medical room. Your fingers diligently press the buttons before propping open the door with a metal chair.
"Easy! Take it easy!" Jeongguk yells loudly, the sound getting closer as feet pad up the stairs in succession.
"Is it Jimin?!" You ask loudly to which you get no answer. Your feet flying over the doorstep before hanging your body over the third floor banister. It was Jimin, his body hanging limply in Jeongguk and Namjoon's arms. You gasp loudly as Jimin's black shirt clings to his body soaked with blood.
"Oh my God!" You cry out putting your hands over your mouth.
"I'm okay, baby. I'm okay." Jimin calls weakly scrunching his face up in pain as the reach the third floor. You follow behind them, your feet feeling sluggish as you whimper.
"Kitten, I'm okay." Jimin mumbles holding out his hand as Jeongguk and Namjoon enter the medical room. You shove Namjoon out of the way as he sets Jimin down and Jimin smirks up at you. His face was pale and you grab at his collar before ripping the shirt open.
"So strong." Jimin teases gently as you sob. The bullet wound leaking rapidly as Jeongguk sits in the rolling chair, getting right to work. His tongue sticking out as he concentrates. Jimin holds his hand out before letting out a shaky breath. You grab his hand putting it to your lips as tears spill over your cheeks.
"Don't cry, Kitten. I'm fine." Jimin rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as Namjoon places the chair propping the door open behind you so you could sit down.
"It's not good for the baby if you worry." Jimin whispers before gritting his teeth and throwing back his head. Jeongguk's fingers pushing and prodding at the wound before handing Jimin a bottle of whisky. You spin the top off letting it clatter to the ground as Jimon brings his shaking hand to his lips. He swallows the alcoholic contents before sighing loudly.
"Go on." He tells Jeongguk who grabs a large set of tweezers. You wipe at your cheeks before laying your face on Jimin's sweating arm.
"I'm fine, Kitten. Don't worry." His statement is contradictory to all of the blood seeping out of the wound.
"One...Two...Three." Jeongguk yanks the bullet from Jimin's side. A loud groan leaving his lips as Namjoon presses gauze to the wound.
"Fuck!" You squeeze your eyes shut as Jimin moves his hand.
"Put my hand on the baby." He mumbles tilting his head to look at you. You stand up pressing his hand to your belly and he nods.
"Good girl." He whispers before rubbing at your stomach. Namjoon keeps the pressure on as Jeongguk threads the needle to close up his wound.
"See? I'm just fine." Jimin whispers rubbing at your stomach. You press your stomach closer to his face and he lifts your shirt before giving your skin small kisses.
"Okay." Jeongguk tells Namjoon who pulls off the gauze. The bloody cotton getting discarded in the bin as Jeongguk pushes the needle through Jimin's golden skin.
"FUCK!" Jimin screams loudly before pressing his forehead against your stomach. Your hands carding through his hair nervously as Jeongguk begins to sew. Jimin can feel how your fingers tremble with anxiousness and he closes his eyes.
"I'm sorry Kitten. I'm sorry for worrying you." You sigh gently before bending down and kissing his forehead.
"We got them though." Jeongguk mumbles before continuing his duty of stitching up his boss.
"We did." Jimin smirks before grabbing the bottle of whisky and taking another swig.
You sit butt on the soles of your feet as you tend to Jimin. You clean at his body with a warm wet cloth as he stares at you.
"I should get shot more often. Look at how diligently my Kitten takes care of me." You click your teeth narrowing your eyes at him.
"That's not fucking funny." Jimin chuckles gently before grabbing at your hand.
"Give me a kiss, babe." You put down the towel before kissing Jimin, his full lips feeling like heaven against yours as you caress his smooth cheek with your thumb. Jimin shifts up before groaning and flopping back on to the bed. You smack his shoulder before narrowing at him.
"Behave." Jimin licks his lips before looking at the canopy above him.
"That's not in my nature, Kitten." A knock comes at the door and you sit up tilting your head.
"We're moving Four's body. Don't come out." Jeongguk tells you peeking his head in the room. You go rigid before nodding, you had forgotten about her.
"Did she...Did she go out nicely?" You ask, making Jimin close his eyes.
"As nicely as she could have, noona." That means no. You frown before looking at Jimin who in turn puts his hand on your stomach.
"Easy, Kitten." You nod to him before laying down at his side. His hands rubbing at your stomach before shooing Jeongguk away with his hand. Jeongguk takes the hit, closing the door and Jimin's lips are pressed against your forehead.
"I know, baby. I know." You feel bad, she was just a gullible girl. Even though you had all this pent up rage and anger towards her before, after that talk in the room it had mellowed down to sadness. She was sad and she was dying for love in her difficult situation. You could understand that.
"Don't think about it too much, hmm?" You sigh pressing your face into his neck as he clicks his teeth.
"I know... I know."
The night air was frigid as Escalades rolled up to the abandoned warehouse. Wood nailed into the empty windows as the engines of the cars shut off. There was silence before the car doors open, a looming presence hanging in the air as leather boots hit the dirt below. A pinstripe suit, clinging to a muscled body. A cigarette hanging from thin lips, the smoke lazily rising in the night's chill.
There was movement and then there was silence once again. A sigh leaving the cigarette clad lips before gold ringed fingers fix the suit jacket being worn. Other car doors open, only to produce men of the same stature. Toothpicks hanging from some mouths, as they spit on the ground.
"Let's go." His voice was stern, his hands pushing back his perfectly styled hair as he cracks his neck loudly. His footsteps echoing throughout the open rice paddy field before stopping at the warehouse door.
The door opens slowly, the inside of the large warehouse lit with candles as a man steps out of the doorway. The cigarette clad man spreading his arms to get patted down as he cranes his head to see the large table in the middle of the warehouse, one seat taken and one open just for him. A gun gets pulled from behind his back and he nods as he is pushed forward into the warehouse.
"You'll wait here." The man tells the others before sliding the door closed. "Jung Kyuhyun!" The cigarette gets burnt out on the dirt floor as Kyuhyun nods to the seated man.
"Kim Shin." Shin's blue eye hazily looking in his direction as he scratches at his scarred chin.
"What do I owe this visit?" Shin's hand grabbing at his glass of brandy before leaning back in his chair.
"I've come to parlay." Shin nods thoughtfully before taking a sip of his brandy leisurely.
"Why is that?" Kyuhyun sits down before lighting another cigarette. His eye closing as smoke threatens to blind him.
"Because your son and my brother were taken by the Lion's tonight." Shin nods.
"I heard." His voice is sharp and annoyed but his body seems the opposite.
His limbs relaxed beyond all belief. Shin grabs at his suit jacket before producing a vial. The contents being emptied onto a mirrored surface before a razor blade begins to chop at the white mound on the table.
Kyuhyun watches as Shin grabs a bill, rolling it up tightly before pressing his index finger to his nose and sniffing up half of the contents on the table. His body shivers and he swallows thickly before passing the rolled up bill to Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun in turn snorts the cocaine before leaning back in his chair, his hand running through his hair before sniffing gently and folding his arms.
"Someone has to stop this fuck Park Jimin." Shin tilts his head before lighting a cigarette. His good eye narrowing at Kyuhyun as he points at him.
"Are you going to stop Park?"
"If I have to, I will. He can't just kill my brother and your son." Shin nods before drawing from his cigarette.
"No. That won't do." His leather clad feet dragging on the ground as he sits up.
"Your cousins are in good standing with Park and his little bitch wife."
"Junggoo and Jungin are plebians, they don't know a goddamn thing besides chickens."
"Hmm." Shin chuckles gently before sniffing and putting his hands on the table.
"Your parlay is to what? To join forces? Exude power and over throw Jimin? Save your brother, my Youngju?" Kyuhyun nods as Shin clicks his teeth.
There is silence, long drawn out silence as the two men stare each other down. Shin spits in his hand before holding it out, Kyuhyun does the same and they shake on it. As they shake Shin pulls Kyuhyun to the table roughly before grabbing his gun and shooting him in the face.
"I get revenge against that little fucking kid. Not you." Similar gunshots are heard before thudding. The sound of meat hitting the pavement as Shin grabs the rolled up bill from Kyuhyun's dead, twitching hand.
