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In the hallowing night, all he could think about was the wetness of the rain as he ran. Closing his eyes, he felt the lemon drops on his chap, thin lips. Reality hit him from the streetlight casting an orange on the shattering soul.

An unknown tear escaped down his cheek as the piercing bullet grazed through his tattoo - this moment resembling a palette knife that was working a glaze on a cake, like the one Jin had been working on in his kitchen, which was now abandoned with the lone rustic record playing in the back. As silence reminisced to the sounds filling the void in Jin's apartment, out there, in the lonely street that was engulfed by the silent whispers of the rain, an erased scar cut itself open on Joon’s delicate ring finger.

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let me make this clear.

today, the first week of june began and it was quite the feral. if u see, there is this random 'The April' who wanted to fool, to blackmail him on such an odd day, well, then he did what very other diligent assassin would do. not back off. because he was a hiree, thus an interferee. backing off means white flags and no killings. what was the fun in that?

on top of that, earlier during the day he gracefully soulbonded to what could be called as a criminal's immortal enemy - a policeman. 

just a normal day in Seoul if u ask me.

anyways,

let's trace back to how this moment in RM's life begun.

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RM's day had flipped over quite amusingly. yeah, he wasn't surprised. in this world, a surprise is the least surprising thing to expect, and there is never honor among a couple of thieves.

But betrayal isn't the same as no honor.

RM was hired to take down some black coated guy who was about to shake on a deal with his boss. But the minute he chose position he felt a pair of eyes on his boss through his binoculars.

Of course. If he could've been hired to make the traitorous kill, why wouldn't the other dealer do the same.

Angling the sniper in the direction of the other shooter, he was about to center his focus when he heard a small murmur of cheer, indicating that the contract was signed, but before another second was even allowed to pass, a shot. 

A shot taken.

At him.

Not his employer.

huh?

RM turned around to find a note shot at him while a silhouette ran away. 

"the deal will happen even if your so called underworld lord wanted it to be over the minute it began. the blood, if needed to flow, will meet your and your boss' fates at the currents of hannam river. yes. what you are thinking now is right - i know you, i know your past Namjoon and i know your boss Yoongi. so do me a favor, and back off. but not so back, sweetie. beautiful things like you dont belong in the background. oh and quick word of warning. be carefulll from now tho:)

love, the april"

love, the april? the fucking hell?

he looked about, left - right- in the back for some person's trace, but nothing but darkness. Gleaming darkness like his past, something this april knew of.

he, he knew my name

Suddenly, a voice indicated its presence.

" RM, WHAT THE FUCK. I believe that once the deal was done you had to kill-"

"Boss, please, look at this", RM interrupted him (oh mighty heavens, if anyone else dared to interrupt an underworld lord like RM did, oof, may lord have mercy on his soul).

Snatching the note with fury and confusion in his eyes, he read the damn letter once. then again, then over and over again; each time adding more fuel to his anger. But before he could express it out loud, gun shots sounded from the back. 

"SUGA! duck!" RM yelled as quickly pulled out his hand gun and using his other hand pulled his boss to the behind of the wall of the room he was originally taking coverage in (for the earlier hired shoot). A series of rapid fire shots hit the wall, making it quiver and crumble under its wrath. With heavy breaths and occasional curse thrown under each breath, RM carefully fired back while SUGA slipped his hand from his right grip to pull out his own barrel and join the surprise attack.

When the metal fire started to slow down a bit, SUGA pulled out his walkie-talkie when someone contacted him through it. The signal through was terrible. "... we're yet to find out who  kzkzkz -id this-  kzkzkz  -UGA you ther-  zkzkzk  -shit"

"Fuck yeah I'm here! fuck. How did it come down to this?! No one was informed about this deal, so it clearly means those assholes" - shot -" were the ones who had this planned out. Fuck. Bit did he really send such amateurs of trade to shoot bullet on us?! And why the fuck are our men not in position and taking down the shooters San!!"

This very moment someone released a smoke bomb onto their side. Covering his mouth and handing over a tattered handkerchief to his boss, RM slid over to the other side of the room and taking his sniper in hand, he aimed it at randomly in some direction, not yet shooting but waiting for his boss' command to leave, in order to make the shoots so they could leave with increased chances of being alive.

"... boss two of our men were injured - kzkzkz - seems to be an ambush we haven't seen in some time - kzkzkz - boss, we are only four more of us left and we've anticipated at least twelve of them. this is -kzkzkz- gamble, we need to leav-" 

A loud noise cut out the signal totally but SUGA and RM both were well aware that no matter how strong and witty enough they were to deal with the situation, it would still be too much of an insult to their position in the underworld since it was so easily attacked by a group of novices. They would deal with those boys later but now, it was time to depart.

" ha ha ha, I told you to back off sweetcheeks. But it looks like someone needs a punishment for not listening~" 

While bits and pieces of the heavy voice reached their ears, RM quickly scanned the half broken room they were in to find a narrow slit in one corner of the floor which was big enough to accommodate them. Signaling the same to his boss, both scrambled onto their knees and crawled to the opening. It was in this second that the voice had quitened down and they heard a pin being removed from somewhere. 

shit. hand grenade.

Guiding first SUGA down the hole, RM made haste behind him (but made no shootings cuz it would giveaway position) and took off his bulletproof jacket. the second he jumped the hole following his boss, he held the jacket overhead as the grenade made its landing on the room's floor. 

The impact of the explosion was a broken piece of the flying floor slicing through his boss' hands while some debris bloodied RM's face. But they were safe and back on land. back in the living room of the house the deal had taken place merely half an hour back. someone however must have taken notice of their departure because they felt someone approaching them, someone with the dreadful aura around themselves, an aura that the novice gang's team leader had. 

He gave chase to the two injured men whose experienced legs quickly brought them onto the streets. They found their van sitting outside with the engine running and the window rolled down revealing San. "Get in fast boss!" he yelled at them. Hurrying in, RM turned behind to see the amateur leader already in a car of his own which was now speeding towards them.

As both cars now hurtled down the evening streets of empty Seoul, a shrilling voice from the chasing car shook Joon. It yelled - “HA HA HA that's right you crazy bitch SUGA! Run back to your "soulmate", you weak little babyboy!"

Suddenly red and blue lights shot from a far distance, the flashing lights becoming more prominent - a police car was right on their trail. how did the day turn around like this?!

The shrilling voice sounded with slight fear as it yelled at the driver to detour. Then directing his voice to SUGA, he spoke- "how many times will Hobi save your ass? He may call himself the king of this world but sitting on the queen's throne is you! That's my fucking seat you are sitting on and that's my soul mark of Hobi's you've stolen on your arm, you freak! We’ll deal with you later but for now, handle those officers and have fun darlings! oh, and remember. You can fucking kiss your soul for this betrayal to me, your old friend, a good-bye! ”

and then making a reverse the black car drove away, fleeing from the scene as the police car made its bold and rather oblivious appearance to the situation that just happened. 

of course they had pocketed some police officers.

Not sparing another moment, San put his feet on the gas, while SUGA was lost in thought, a dark sunken look on his lost face. all seven men on board have never been so shocked in their lives. their boss, a ruthless torture specialist who is a former trained sword fighter, was having the slightest hint of worry on his face. RM took his hand in his own and held it tightly, as if offering an assurance that the speaker of those words won't live to see another light and that his soulmate would never leave his side. 

Yes. Soulmate. the SUGA of the underworld was queen to his love, his life, his soulmate - his dear Hobi. 

Soulmates are sensitive subjects to tread upon, for the bondings as planned by the universe happened in the most unlikely ways but shook the couple in the most amazing ways. 

SUGA and Hobi had recently bonded and their soul marks would still burn when one either remembered the other or felt down. As newly bound individuals, they had a lot of tasks to perform to solidify the linkage of souls, and since the link was a bit new between the two, their minds were sensitive when it came to each other.

Luckily, they both had dated each other for a long time before finding out they were soulmates. And they had even managed to delve into each other almost very night and strengthen their link, due to which they no longer felt discomfort upon being apart from each other. 

SUGA was fierce, and his Hobi, merciless. A perfect couple they were.

Words, especially threats, never made a dent in him, yet a simple string of words which barely threatened to take Hobi away from him, managed to shake him for perhaps the first time in his life. 

"It must've been that smoke bomb, boss. There is no other reason as to why rookies could be have such an impact" said RM, giving an unsaid explanation to the unsaid questions in the vehicle which still ran at about 60 miles an hour away from the wailing sounds of the sirens of now 2 police vehicles. 

Turning the steering sharply towards the right as RM pulled out his trustworthy pistol, his fingers worked quickly to lower the window while he put on his mask, and then taking aim, he ruptured the tires of the chasers while the black van he was seated took a full 180°. 

But one of the policemen had managed to counterattack - and the impact was the van's tire burst.

The direction of the burst was more towards the policemen, which meant less injuries and more scramble time to the gangsters who took on foot immediately. unspoken, they ran off in different directions to increase the chances of a safe escape and less catch.

Who knows for how long RM had run; his feet were burning and the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat. no. His heart actually was not beating that fast due to the intense run which was really strange, but RM didn't know that. The reason why his heart was beating fast, was because his heart knew that it was in close proximity of it's forever person.

And that was when, RM's hazy eyes made out that someone was in front of him, and that someone had perhaps one of the most pinkest hands from the cold, holding warmly onto a black object and having the most softest eyes and breadiest cheeks.

and then his heart knew. knew, that it was home.

and then from somewhere the angels sang.

the fuck are these angels singing from?! the fuck?! am i dead-

and then the angels of hell sang.

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[one hour back, somewhere in Seoul]

The good old jazz was filling in the air with life and sweet joy. Jin was moving his body to the slaving sounds of the music.

He was happy that the cake turned out well. He turned around to steal a quick glance of the clock. During this brief moment, Taehyung waltzed in, happily sat down on the stool, and extended his hand to get hold of the essence bottle to read the ingredients like some diligent studious and bored boy ( read as : checking whether said product in his hand could be used as an item in this prank he was planning to get back at Jimin for downing his pants with itching powder during their annual 'heightened prank week' ). But the bottle was small and clumsiness was his cute persona, which caused him to rather tip over the bottle on the table.

it rolled till it reached the end and fell over, spilling its contents onto the floor as glass the broke from such a height. Ears alarmed at the noise, he looked over his cake to see the sticky mess on the floor. “Not. Again. Tae. UGH. How many times do I have to tell you that the kitchen is off-limits you dimensional creature!" peering down to see the mess as Tae giggled and moved back to avoid his brother's outburst which would begin in

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"I am so not cleaning that up. Oh my God. You are always like this, running and jumping in no direction like a kid and how many times have i told you to stay away from glass? hmm? oh fuck. that mess is so sticky and my hands are too pretty to be wiping that. ugh. but hey, I'm the elder one here so I've gotta be mature and responsible and over here if you see, my responsibility is to ask you to get your sorry ass here to clean up this shit, but guess what did the competition winner told to his obnoxious pessimistic sir while pointing at his award?”

" huh? wha-"

and before Tae could finish his dialogue, Jin had had grabbed a jug of water and poured it onto his younger brother.

"sir,prize!" 

Tae, like the drama queen he loved being, grasped his heart like a heart broken lover and made a face of utmost sadness upon this 'betrayal' and gasped loudly while he grabbed another jar of water to attack the elder brother who was wheezing and making a run for it. Both were caught in a petty water fight while someone opened up the front door.

“On the bright side, the poor floor will finally be mopped.”

Jimin walked into the dim room, brightening it up with his contagious smile.

“I must say you making a cake just shows how serious you are about knowing she could be your soulmate!”

walking beside Tae, while cautiously eyeing him (as Tae cautiously eyed back) and the cake, Jimin placed the expensive purse on the dining table. “But I must say Hyung, your seriousness is going to make me broke. Also, the lighting and music in this room? Oh Fuck she is gonna love it. And ooh, the cake looks so good! Could I be the taste-tester? Pretty please Hyung?"

“Don’t touch the cake” Jin said with death in his eyes as Jimin skipped over the room eat one of the toppings. Jin grabbed the palette knife to stop him from putting his dirty fingers in the cake, but failed to do so, especially when Tae joined Jimin to take another topping.

the oh so dramatic Jin ( well, the whole Kim line is dramatic, so here we are ) (and we absolutely love it ;)) gasped and sighed loudly as he started to pout.

“Yaaa! She wont mind a missing topping or two on the cake. It’s the thought that counts and judging by how cold she is to all of us except you, a  topping-less cake serves her right” said Tae as he shoved another piece in his mouth.         

“Aishh. You’re lucky I have spares, but now getcho hands off my cake. Humph. Now go blow the balloons as I get the candles from the store across the road.”

as Tae made an irritated face but complied to Jin’s order anyways, Jimin tossed a box of small candles towards Jin who barely managed to catch it. He mouthed a very cute ‘ugh thank you' as he rushed towards the door anyways.

“.. it's cuz I'm out, umm, of the other thing too. Uhh, Be right back” said a hasty Jin but, as always, his friend had got his back and tossed him a few packs of condom towards his direction his with Tae's car keys. “yea yea. Look, Rose’s isn’t far away. Make sure to get the 1816 Wine edition, okay? And get an 1856 one for me and Tae. We both are gonna be heading to my apartment now so please do drop it off at my place which is on the way back from Rose's. We'll clean up here for a bit and leave” said Jimin winking at Jin. Blushing, he rushed downstairs. 

he ran a few meters down the street towards Tae's Lexus, one hand above his head to prevent the rain from blurring out his vision and another fumbling with his coat because in the rush, he accidently put on the coat where he kept a gun hidden in. 

just before Jin could open the car door, he heard a muffled thud sound against a glass.

and before he knew, a black metallic van sped past him, just an inch away.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?? ARE YOU BLIND OR WHAT-” But the car showed no sign of stopping to pay heed to Jin’s words. With heavy breaths, feeling frustrated, he pressed his back against the Lexus. He thanked his luck for keeping him alive.

Suddenly he heard a gunshot not too far away from him, possibly from the very same van.

A head lolled on the neck of the body of the man seated in the back seat. The body was threatening to fall over any moment but a seatbelt mindlessly put on him held him back. The window beside him that was slightly open was now pulled up as the leather on the back rest was getting smudged with blood flowing from the back of the man's head.

“I hate working with so many people… because more people means more clues to catch me, more mistakes they make which makes it easier to track me and more mouths to stuff money in which is so bad for us, don’t you agree driver dear?"

The driver, unshakingly, said a ‘yes sir’ to the man beside him.           

“What name do you go by, driver dear?”

“I go by the name Kookie.”

“Kookie I see"

There was a moment of silence before he continued- "Oh Kookie, is it possible that you can take today off your memories forever? One must never remember such a gruesome day in order to live tomorrow, don’t you agree?”

“Sir my humble apologies. I don’t know what event of today you are talking about. All that I did today was enjoy the rain over a nice long talk with my neighbors.” After a few moments of silence, he heard shuffling of feet and a gun being wiped. 

“You're a smart kid. I like you. 1/11, Lane 2, next to Water and Bubbles is the place. Remember it for we’ll be going there more.”

“Of course sir".

A FUCKING GUNSHOT?! NEXT TO DAEBANG POLICE STATION?! Nah, I must've misheard it. Yeah, it must be my imagination.

but his gut thought different. No; as a police officer he knew that he had to do his duty of checking it out to make sure all was right. He started looking around-n-about hoping to find something. 

If something had had happened, people from nearby homes would've rushed to the streets immediately.

pulling out the pistol from his coat's secret pocket he noticed that the rain had stopped and it was really cold. rubbing his palms together and then holding the his pistol close to him, he moved forward on the road.

why do I feel like something did happen... if I look into it, what about my date to propose to my girl about trying to see if we were soulmates....ugh. You know what, I need to find out.

suddenly he saw some bloody guy run into a lane on his right with a mask on his face and sniper on his back. and suddenly, he felt a warm breeze of hope run over him. he heard a mufhucking angel sing to him from the direction in which the man had run.

what angel- uh what is happening-

in the back, he heard the faint noises of a familiar policeman in the background.

quickly he ran into the same lane and in front him stood the most handsome Greek God on planet earth. 

said Greek God was huffing and puffing, and wait-  did he really have 9 abs?! Jin thought to himself as he looked at the man who stood in full glory in front of him in soft black turtleneck that outlined the man beautifully. even with the mask on with red wine blood lacing his eyelashes, he was handsome. his heart beat erratically in his chest and for one minute, he had forgotten that he was holding a gun in his hand and pointing it at the same person. 

the angel sang more delicately now, and some euphoria washed over Jin and the other man whose heavy gaze found Jin's - a heavy gaze who found a sudden home in Jin's Burberry brown eyes - and then who knows what they angel sang in the next words, that Jin pressed the trigger.

and after that,

in the hallowing night, all both could think about was the wetness of the rain beneath their feet. RM's eyes closed as soon as he felt the lemon drops on his chap, thin lips while his reality - his soulmate - shot him a redeeming shot like the streetlight which casted a neon orange on the two souls finally reunited.

An unknown tear escaped down his cheek as the piercing bullet grazed through his tattoo - Reminiscing to the sounds filling the voids between the two, in the lonely street, an erased scar cut itself open on Namjoon’s ring finger.

the bullet fell behind Namjoon's stunned body while the most delicate, yet most burning soul mark of a ringed wreath imprinted around his finger, and Jin felt a similar peace draw itself on his own ring finger.

their eyes never left each others, and in that moment, the forgotten policeman had made it's presence known by handcuffing Namjoon - Namjoon, a name as beautiful as it's owner - thought Jin (unsure of how he knew his name). 

but a gust of wave and a new man in black, who seemed powerful and dangerous, swept his bonded one away from in a matter of milliseconds, not even letting him spare a glance, but shaking him out of the haze he seemed to have found comfort him.

both Jin and the policeman were now confused as to from where this random man had come from the skies to snatch away the bleeding guy before them. Jin looked up to see his bonded one going further away and into the arms of another stranger on a ladder falling from a helicopter which ached his heart into a deep bottomless pit. and before he knew, just like storm with which He came in his life, He left.

eyebrows furrowed and eyes tear filled, he never strayed away from namjoon, who too, on his own side was in a daze and fire and looked at his soulmate whose size seemed to become smaller by the second as they rose higher in the air. 

what. the. - Jin thought. Namjoon heard him. but he was so dazed he couldn't reply back.

He even heard his boss' soulmate beside him say " glad to know you're alive man, now let's go home, we have a lot to talk about " but this time he could mumble an "of course yes boss" while he tried to not voice and argue that they had left his home down there alone on the street with that policeman and his finger hurt and what the fuck had just happened.