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The story takes place in a small pub in the west side of the city of Daegu, during a windy night of autumn, around 3 am. Strange noises resonated in this isolated district of the town, coming from the not so legal businesses happening into the suspicious streets of Dalseong.
People passing by these dark streets would fasten their walks to get as far away as possible from there.
But one street in particular was feared and apprehended the most, mostly because of a famous pub which was laid there. Even cats would run away in fear of getting shot by the numerous bullets coming out of the regular client's guns.
In this night of autumn, many people were sheltering from the cold wind into this rough pub, one of them being the well-known dealer and leader of a famous gang in Daegu: Agust D.
This mysterious nickname belonged to a twenty-four-year-old-man, respected and feared from all, holding into his hands the most famous and powerfull gang of the city. He wasn't particularly muscular or had any moustache like most of his enemies, but he was extremely rich and smart for his young age. One of his best assets was the fact that he was born and grew up in Daegu: that’s why he knew every single corner of every streets, and most of all the dealers in this city he liked to call "his".
People would shush their voices whenever he and his men -them known under the name of "d boys"- would walk down a street, heading for a new business to deal with.
Agust D had many secrets, but in sight of his reputation everyone thought it was probably better not to know them, as almost the whole city was aware of what kept him busy. Most of the time, it was all about drug dealings, but sometimes he exchanged expensive objects or weapons for money, this being the main reason of his wealth.
However, one secret in particular and also the subject of a lot of rumors about this man was his real name; no one knew what it was, not even the d boys.
The idea of him not revealing his name to anyone was making him even more mysterious and feared, hidden behind his blank face and his black fringe.
Now he was sat on the sofa at the very back of the pub, a single light above his head to illuminate the place plunged into darkness. He was waiting.
When a large croud finally arrived, his usual smirk found its way to his lips and he crossed his legs, trying to look as relaxed as possible.
A group of about twenty tall men were stepping into the room, as the waitress and the barman were watching the scene with wide eyes.
The dealer automatically spotted shapes of guns under the fabric of their seemingly expensive black suits. He smiled: he knew the guy leading the group.
Taking his glass up to his lips, he drank the rest of his liquor while ignoring the newcomers who had approached him and were now standing still and quiet in front of him. But the young man didn't bother replying to their silence. Instead, he put his now empty glass back on the table, the sound filling the heavy atmosphere of the pub, and lit up a cigarette. Every eyes in the bar were on him, waiting for some kind of reaction towards the enemy.
But he didn’t say a word. A tall bald man named Keons grew impatient by the lack of reaction and raised his deep voice:
"Agust D." trying to get the young man attention, "I have the money, now give me the pendant." he said with a grave tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about" lazily replied the black-haired, as if a situation like this was the most normal thing in the world, wich probably was for him. People gasped at his answer as they saw Keons' face go red and his hand slowly reaching for the gun in the pocket of his suit.
Seeing him from the corner of his eye, Agust D got up and shoved his hands in his leather jacket.
"Give me the money first."
Keons' hand was now firmly grabbing the gun in his pocket, but he didn’t show it.
"You really think I'd let you fool me like that? Come on Agust, don't underestimate me. Now give it to me."
Yoongi smiled again. "Sorry, can't do that" he answered back almost playfully.
His smile quickly faded away as the black barrel of his ennemy's shotgun was facing him, only a few meters away from him.
The last people in the bar had run away and they were now alone in the pub, the only other source of life being the flashing streetlights from outside the door.
Even threatened, the young man opened his mouth and declared with an unbothered tone: "Don't expect me to surrender. I'll never give you the pendant."
Two lound and deafening sounds coming from a gun echoed.
Keons dropped his weapon.
Everyone's ears were ringing and some of the tall men turned around to see where the noises came from: a man in a extremely tight leather jumpsuit had entered the place without anyone noticing. He blew on the top of his gun before putting it back on the belt knitted around his small and feminine waist.
Agust D opened his eyes and recognised the famous gunslinger from his outfit and his bright silver hair.
The hostile men, still startled from the sudden apparition, muttered the person's nickname as they recognised him as well: Silver Strike.
Eyes were going from the two holes in the ceiling to the newcomer and finally, to Keons, waiting for his orders.
"Take care of this lost child, guys. I have work to do." he said with a negligent gaze towards the man, who flinched hearing the insult. But his face immediately softened up as he looked at the old man with kind eyes and a cute smile which surprised him and everyone else in the room.
Keons spun back to face Agust D.
Unlike his enemy, he knew who the newcomer was, but also knew what the young man was capable of under this friendly mask. They all should run away.
Following his thoughts, Silver Strike’s face shifted: it was as if he was a complete different person. His brows were furrowed, his smile no longer friendly but rather devilish, and the corner of his plump lips twitching making him look scary.
In a blink of an eye, two people were already bathing in a pool of their own blood.
The assassin had two guns in both of his hands, and his movements were way too quick for the men in black suits to assimilate what just happened. He shot one by one three men in the chest while dodging two punches thrown towards his face, using one of his attaquant to push two other men.
He kept shooting here and there throwing punches back to his attackers, either with his elbow or with the handle of his heavy guns. His leather jumpsuit allowed him to move around to avoid fists and to jump above some men's head to attack them from behind.
A real murderer.
Two outsiders were left off, watching the cold blooded scene defenseless and with eyes wide open. In a couple of minutes, Silver Strike had killed and knocked out every of Keons' army, except for one. This last witness was crawling on the ground near his boss, and reached for the gun Keons dropped earlier.
He grabbed it and pointed it towards the invincible man.
There was a moment of pause.
Click click.
No bullet left in any of Silver Strike's weapons. The last man noticed it and took advantage of this miraculous situation to pull the trigger.
Everything went in slow motion.
The assassin threw himself on the guy and in a skilled movement, changed the direction of the gun. The bullet hit the chandelier on the ceiling instead. He took advantage of the diversion to steal the gun from the other's hand and kill him.
A shiver ran down Keons' spine as the one responsible of about twenty deaths was finally glaring at him, foot still on the last victim's bloody chest. Keons gulped.
The young man slowly started walking towards him, his muscles shining under the tight fabric of his clothing, gun still in hand.
"I wonder what everyone will think of the great and famous Keons who lost all of his crew because of... hmm how did you say...?" he said, imitating a person thinking. "Oh right. A lost child." his tone was harsh and his gaze unreadable.
At this point, Keons' face was glistening in sweat, mouth trembling and stuttering some kind of apology, but he was quickly cut off by the sound of a bullet piercing his forehead. A loud thump resonated as his body met the ground.
The assassin considered his victim one last time, then rested his eyes on Agust D, who witnessed every crimes the silver-haired murderer just committed. A witness like that should get ridden of.
But the dealer opened his arms.
The gunslinger dropped his weapons on the ground, and ran into his embrace without thinking twice. As he got lifted up, he circled his legs around Agust D’s waist and took his lover's face in his hands, closing the gap between their lips.
The kiss was soft and passionate, silver hair slightly brushing against the dealer's face.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the moment they were longing for since their eyes met across the pub few minutes earlier.
They parted a few seconds to catch their breaths as the younger boy opened his lips.
"How was I, Yoongi ?" he asked almost in a whisper.
Yoongi smiled fondly at him, too sensible of his lover's cuteness and gently pecked his lips. "Perfect like yesterday and the day before. And I know you’ll be perfect tomorrow as well."
"That was so cheesy" the other laughed and beamed in his arms as he bent his head to leave a kiss on the soft skin of his neck. Yoongi put him down carefully and reached for the inside of his jacket.
"I have something for you, Jimin."
He took a shiny jewel out of his pocket and leaned to attach the expensive pendant around Jimin's neck, who looked at the object in awe.
"It's beautiful Yoongi. Thank you-" but the other shushed him by putting his finger on his delicate lips.
"No, thanks to you. With all Keons’ money we’ll have the best honeymoon ever."
Jimin smiled under his fiance's finger and pushed him down on the sofa to kiss him again.