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Dark, icy streets are seen through the reflection of a small rain-made lake, shadows within shadows. Where only car tires are audible. It slices through a canyon of tall buildings. Hardly any traffic at this time, just heavy haulers. 

One particular building was seemingly out of place, it wasn’t as tall, but it was rather distant by at least thirty meters from all sides as if its thick high walls weren’t enough to isolate. On one side there was A large stone sign sitting out front with a wide frame (Ministry of Defense). 

Closer into one of the windows there was a group of a dozen men and women, seated around a large oval table in a closed room, on one side of the sides against one of the walls stood a female officer, not older than thirty. Everyone was eagerly watching, on the edge of their seat. Like Patton before his troops, she had more than twenty photos on her glass board with labels holding their names, all connected by a red thread and leading into one label (Andromeda)  

Everyone checked the copy of the report. The detective started a PowerPoint. A photo of three men and a woman popped up on the screen “The Andromeda secret society” The female started “For the past three years our team has been tracking every single lead about this society. For the public they’re honorable people, with a lot of charity work on their records, however for us they’re the leaders of the most dangerous society in our country. There is no proof in hands whatsoever to condemn them though”. She changed the slide, a photo of one of the men appeared on a larger scale “Hwan, fifty-one years old. He is known as Aquila star, he has the biggest marketing company in our country, used for money laundry of course. Our sources have confirmed that he secretly works in trafficking weapons and drugs. The estimated number of his men is two thousand”. The statement was enough to grab attention; most of the spectators strengthened their backs or crossed their arms, one of the most famous gestures in body language to flick adherence. 

She flipped the slide again “Daejung, forty-nine years old. Known as Draco, from the Draco constellation, he owns the most prestigious country clubs in Seoul and Busan, also used for money laundering. Behind the closed curtains he owns the gambling underworld, as well as drug deals of course. He has one thousand, eight hundred men on his side, ready to aid him if there’s ever a red light”. 

She grabbed the device again and clicked, this time a photo of a middle-aged woman appeared “Lioness, thirty-eight years old, Known as Cassiopea. She has the biggest spa brand and beauty salon in the country. Again, just a façade to her actual job which is prostitution and drugs. She has three thousand men ready to serve her, whatever her orders maybe” 

“Siwoo” She announced the name while changing the slide “The only one from the second generation that is still alive, he is sixty-three. Known as Cygnus and unlike the others, his reputation has always been tainted due to the number of scandals he had been in, like sexually harassing his bodyguard and a young actor two years ago. But of course, his lawyers and his money were able to bury all of these six feet underground. He owns a production company and three channels. And you can guess the rest, all are means to hide his real job, drugs, and organ trafficking. He has three thousand and four hundred men under his lead”. 

She paused lowering her head “Finally” She added sounding troubled “Kwan, Forty-seven years old. He is known as Atlas, the constellation. He owns the biggest hotel brand in the country and more than sixty hotels internationally, he also owns private jets business. In other words, he is the richest man among the others. Kwan is also the most successful out of them, he owns half the drugs business alone while the other half is divided among the rest. Same for the weapons, but he owns more than half of that business, let’s say at least two-thirds. He has an estimated number of seven thousand men under his command, maybe more” The detective straightened her back, fixed her blazer, and stridden past some of the seats “But this man’s profile holds more than just Kwan” Another photo appeared, this time it’s for seven young men “Meet the Pleiades. Kwan’s seven adopted sons and currently his wings, legs, eyes, and tail”. 

“Seokjin” She signals to his photo using a small laser device “The oldest, he has graduated from law school and currently manages all of Kwan’s legal affairs, he is also the CEO of his clean business” Her hands moved to another photo “Namjoon, the other CEO, he graduated first in his class from business administration college department. According to our sources, these two are dating. And they’re considered the mastermind behind Kwan’s current success”. 

She paused, trying to gather her thoughts properly, nothing should be spared now, she fixed her gaze after getting back a hold of her thought, her colleagues are all attentively watching “Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok. She pointed to the three photos in the middle, the kings of the underworld business, with Yoongi leading. Not only are they responsible for keeping the business fruitful but also for the safety of their family, as well as the training of their men. This is also unconfirmed but two of them are dating, we just don’t know who”. They all just stare at her. No clue where she’s going with her speech but still wait for her to explain the rest “Finally, Taehyung and Jungkook. We’ve no knowledge about their activities or what their main duties are. But Jungkook” She sighs “We know for a fact they’re dating though” She turned the projector off “Needless to say, all family members are skillful with weapons and combats” 

A random hand was raised, easily grabbing attention “Excuse me, if this case has been secretly going around for the past three years and we’re still in the same place where we can’t prove anything, what changed as to include us into this investigation?” The male wondered, but it’s clear everyone was holding the same thought. 

Like a shark to blood, the detective walked to the glass wall, with her eyes targeting the Andromeda label. The others Watching her in action is riveting, and thrilling “Because gentlemen, for the first time since this society was created, all five families are attempting to unite by the end of this weekend” Her pupil grew wider at the target “We need to stop this union at all costs, because if their profiles scare you now…Then trust me, it will be terrifying when they do” She bit her lip, rubbing her palms together

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Jungkook's eyes were burning with freighting intensity, a drop of sweat escapes to his bare torso, gleaming his already shining body. His opponent was barely keeping his eyes focused from the amount of beating punches he had received. They were both sweating and disheveled. The older male seems to be losing his last will to fight with each passing second. 

Jungkook landed a couple of jabs at his opponent’s stomach, then brought up his left uppercut that smashed his opponent’s nose, making it bleed like a river onto his revealed torso. The male could deliver no punches in return, just spits some of the blood on the ground.

"Need a minute there champ?" Jungkook mocked, then moved to one side of the cage, deliberately giving some space to the other wrestler.

It took a minute maybe two before the male rushed back to Jungkook, he snaked his arm into a counter headlock, which Jungkook failed to evade. 

"Finish him" "End it" "Man up, I bet a lot of money on you, trash" 

The crowd maniacally cheered, but they all seemed to have different reasons, some were glad Jungkook was getting beaten, others were protesting as if their lives depended on it. And some were just cheering for more blood and beating.

"Barbarians" Taehyung mumbled underneath his lips, watching Jungkook's opponent smashing Jungkook's head with multiple fists.

“You seem bored” The younger male attempted to joke; between the punches, he was receiving.

“We are late” Taehyung added, giving no emotion to his speech. But one can easily sense the urge behind the thrown words.

To that Jungkook blinked, his eyes carried more hustle now, more daggers as if the whole thing up until that moment was just a silly game for him, nothing he needed to spend much effort on, but not anymore. He caught the attempted punch thrown at him and managed to give back a straight kick to the other wrestler's chest, the impact is dull, his opponent fell back on the floor in an instant.

"1"

"2"

"3"

The crowd counted in union along with the referee then screamed insanely after Jungkook’s hand was raised, even those who had no bets and were only there for the show. The younger male looked at his opponent then shrugged as if to say “I tried”. 

The circular cell's door was opened and Jungkook walked as he heavily breathed towards the crowd "I am sorry, but we’re in a hurry” He managed to say before a tumultuous crash of screaming took place, pushing bodies. Arms stretch out towards him, all trying to touch his body. he is pushed and casually jostled aside by the mass of surging fans and even haters. His face however remained calm and impassive until he reached Taehyung’s side. “Let’s go?” It was a remark rather than a question. He didn’t even wait for a proper reply, he just grabbed Taehyung’s waist with his arm and lead him towards the exit. 

“WAIT!” A random voice called grabbing their attention “Your money sir” It was one of the staff with a bag in hand, Jungkook assumed it was his money from winning the match. He however didn’t move his hand and was rather indifferent to the comment, even ignoring the bag that was handed to him “Just take it home”. He added, unmoved. 

“Give me that bag, you cockroach-shit. If money means so little to you then gave back the money to those you had them lose it” an angry man reached from behind Taehyung. He was surrounded by another four, who seemed to have proclaimed him the leader of this impromptu group.

“Stop whining like a cat in heat, I come here each month, make sure you bet on my next time. Problem solved” he mocked, voice dripping with scorn. 

With that, the man caught Taehyung’s hand and pulled forcibly him towards his chest, with a hunting knife directed at the younger male’s exposed throat. “Tell him to give us the money” The leader of the group threatened, raising his voice above the murmur of the crowd.

“Let him go, man, he’s just a kid let him go” a random voice called from the crowd, but the attacker remained indifferent. “Let him go” Jungkook displayed no temper, remaining invariably tranquil. It was rather scary, though no one knew who Taehyung was or what is his relationship with Jungkook, everyone had expected another scenario, the better one would have been giving up on the money and ending it smoothly. The other would be Jungkook going for their blood, but his still state brought more fear. It made the man more alerted to any of Jungkook’s moves, he aimed to strike if the wrestler dared to move, if he’s going to lose in this situation then he won’t lose everything alone. 

“What made you think you can touch me?” Taehyung numbly stated. An awkward silence descended on the entire hall, thrown confetti skittered along the sidewalk, and for a moment they were the only things that moved.

The man was startled just by Taehyung's intimidating aura, he tried to force his hand from shaking. It was clear he wasn’t going to let go of the younger male willingly. 

Taehyung had had enough, he hit the man’s nose with the back of his head, causing a crack sound and his nose to bleed heavily, before the attacker’s mind processed the younger male had a good grip of his arm and twisted it painfully against its natural position, he was about to break it “Plea..” He didn’t even manage to finish up the word when another cracking voice was heard, this time from his shoulder, evidently Taehyung broke it. 

The crowd was baffled, and suddenly silent, only the sound of the attacker’s screams were heard, while the rest stared at him in wonder. 

“Let’s go, we’re already late” Jungkook deadpanned and then looked at Taehyung with annoyance, while marching towards the exit “Was allowing him to get you really necessary?” 

Taehyung exhaled slowly, very slowly; he was displeased. Jungkook thought “I spent the past hour watching your face getting smashed mercilessly. I am sure you could endure two minutes of someone threatening me” he got into the car. 

“Get us out of here” Jungkook ordered after sealing his door. The car’s engine instantly started and the sound of the tires stroke the night’s air. “Do you know if Yoongi-hyung and Jimin-hyung are home yet?” the wrestler asked, it was directed to the driver “They started at eight sharp, as planned” he replied through his front mirror. 

It was 8:09, which means they were already late “Just get us there as soon as you can” 

“Certainly, Jungkook-ssi” 

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The salon of the manner is spectacularly grand; hideously so. Heavy furniture, with multiple antiques, it leads to the dining room where rows of servants were standing behind the six males, who are sitting before their empty dishes, with multiple varieties of food.

 The two youngest males came in shortly after. They skip their seats in favor of approaching the man heading the table “Father” Jungkook kissed the ring on his hand and then gave a room for Taehyung to do the same before they both retreated to their seats. 

“Usually, I would be lecturing you about your lack of punctuality, more importantly about your face” The mob declared referring to Jungkook’s injuries “Which we will talk about privately, but for now, let’s discuss something more distressing” They all watch the oldest male, keenly. There were always so little reasons to come before basic manners like being late for family dinner. It must be serious, they all secretly thought without verbalizing it. 

“Your brother,” He said looking at Yoongi “He managed to learn something from one of our insiders today. The police are on to us, they want to put an end to our upcoming agreement with other families, and accordingly, new measurements need to be followed”.

Namjoon flinched at the news and turned to Jin. It didn’t scare them, it wouldn’t be the first time, but their history with the police always brought challenges to their family's name which subsequently meant problems with the market. 

“First” The man resumed, it was enough to bring back everyones' attention “You will all find new phones in your rooms, make sure to use them, and give your old ones to your bodyguards, they will take care of them” They all nodded, not that the patron needed their approval to follow through his instructions “Second, you will find a new code for our conversations, make sure to learn them by tomorrow morning, we will burn all copies by that time. Also, the new code is exclusive for the eight of us and Hangyeol”.

The last statement forced their sight to the bodyguard standing behind their father, they weren’t one bit surprised by the information, it was already long ago when all seven young males registered the amount of trust their foster father has for his shadow bodyguard.

“About the party, how’re the preparations going?” He said, finally taking a sip from the soup that was served some minutes ago, somehow marking the beginning of their supper for all his sons “You know there should be no mistakes, right?”

Jin gave a small cough, his father had asked him at least twice about the party, forcing him to sense the significance of the event “Everything you have asked is already prepared. Only the best food and beverages will be served, don’t worry. You can count on us” He gave an assertive nod that was copied by Namjoon who also played a huge part in the preparations. 

“And what about security?” The question was directed to Yoongi this time.

“The mansion will have an overall of one thousand men from ours, and only a dozen bodyguards would be allowed from other society members along with their families” It was Hoseok who replied. The three males always divided the tasks amongst themselves, their father just assumed they had come into an agreement that Hoseok would handle it and that’s why he’s better informed of the situation. “You know I trust you, right?” He wondered looking at all his sons in an equal manner.

“You know, there was no reason for me to make amends with any of these families. They will still hate us and pray for our fall even when they’re smiling at our faces this weekend” He laughed at his own remark “I am not sure why do I even need to mention this, you must already know. And I am not going to lie I have seen your curious eyes as to why I decided to gather all of them knowing we will gain so little from this” There was a line of nodding around the table. Kwan grinned giving them a brief warm smile, something that is exclusive to them and just them “Well, I was about to lose one of you a month ago” His words brought back a trauma they all have been pretending to forget about, maybe even think of it as a nightmare that never took place in reality, just a dull thought in their heads. “For years now, since you all set foot into my house, I have been protecting you. But, now that our enemies have been growing more greedy, more vicious…I can’t risk it, the attempt that was made on Namjoon, I don’t think it was going to be the last one, and that’s why I decided to follow along with the plan, even if it means we get to get less profit”.  

The words made them emotional. Some strived to calm their heart, even struggled to slow their breathing. Kwan was an icon that always seemed invincible, that was the image they fought to maintain. Sadly, their father's words had proven that they were rather a debility. 

"Yoongi-hyung can work harder father. Lions don't make deals with rats" Jungkook argued, half-mad, half-desperate. He however was only met with a displeased stare. Even his brothers ' faces could be read as 'you shouldn't have'. 

"Lions don't get questioned by their cubs too Jungkook" He spoke calmly but still promising "You only need to follow the plans that I draw. So, you will force a smile and you will offer nothing but good hospitality to our guests". 

"But fathe...." Jungkook tried again, only to be interrupted "We will father" Jimin assured placing a hand on Jungkook's, in a way attempting to contain the conversation. Their youngest certainly had a special place in their father's heart but at this point, he was making him angry and Jimin needed to remind him of such fact. 

"So, what happened to your face?" Hoseok teased, the wrestler reacted, somewhat surprised by this. He considered lying but got swayed after remembering he's bad at it and they're good at detecting it. "They...well, nobody wants to wrestle with me because I gave two wrestlers permanent injuries. I figured if I get some beats here and there they would agree to get into a match with me" He was interrupted by a sudden jolt of turbulence. Their butler came in, looking as if he had lost some years of his life spam. "I am sorry sir, I couldn't stop them" He added apologetically, giving no elaboration whatsoever.

The family members stared at him, not understanding. Suddenly, loud footsteps were heard, there were dozens of officers flooding into the dining room with detective Yoon-Suh following "We're sorry to interrupt your meal gentlemen" She mocked.

Everyone just stared, they didn't know how to cope with the idea that she was smirking at them so bluntly with her eyes carrying satan into them "Park Jimin-ssi, I am arresting you without a warrant for the attempt of murder of officer Lee Juwon".

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The sign outside an imposing edifice of glass and steel proclaims it to be a police station. Jin stood there evidently losing the rest of his almost wasted patience looking at the officer before him “My brother has been taken into custody for almost two hours now sergeant” Jin stated as he tried to keep his anger in check. “I am his representative, yet I haven’t seen him or know anything of his whereabouts” The constant demand for answers had made him short-tempered. 

The officer wasn’t quick to react, he purposely wanted to express his annoyance at Jin’s presence “I came here almost fifty minutes ago sir, I know nothing” he replied, without even looking at Jin. “I am sure there’s at least one officer in here that knows where he is”. The officer was brusque, he seemed irritated at answering any questions. “Seokjin-ssi, as a lawyer you should know more than anyone that at this time we have half the working power, and as you can see” He pointed to the empty seat on his side “I am here alone and I can’t leave the station entrance, I tried contacting them, you saw. It’s not my fault that no one answered”.   

The lawyer still couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening, feeling as if everything he was hearing couldn't have possibly transpired in the short amount of time it had started. The police wanted Jimin in their custody and it had nothing to do with someone’s murder, he comprehended this much, this was a mere attempt for the police to damage them “I don’t think you understand how serious things are. You’re taking away my client’s rights by not allowing his attorney to see him”.

The officer looked up from the couch with crossed arms “Alright…” He raised his hands before his chest as if to say ‘I give up', then he pulled a large log “Let’s see who was the officer in charge, I will try to contact them”

“Yoon-Suh” Jin stated, eyes now more eager, his 30 minutes negotiation seem to have finally paid off, and he wasn’t going to waste more time now. 

“Ahaa” He replied, still searching, then closed the notes “She didn’t come here, no records of arresting anyone either”.  

The lawyer’s blood froze in his system as he was processing the information. 

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Jimin tried to rub his wrist from underneath the pressuring handcuffs. Whoever did it made sure it hurts him more than it should, he thought, or perhaps after being left alone in an empty room for a while with nothing to occupy his mind it’s granted that the pain will start abusing your commonsense. 

He had tried to keep his brain occupied, desperately. He counted all tiles, made shapes with them, studied every stain on the table before him, and even went through every possible upcoming scenario. It’s probably intentional, just like he knew it was intentional somehow that he didn’t see his brother up until that point. 

After what seemed like forever Yoon-Suh came through the double doors with a large file in hand as well as a bottle of water, yet another thing to tournament him, he was in fact thirsty. “Jimin-ssi” She stated after grabbing her seat.  

The male smiled faintly but gave no answer. 

“Please state your full name and age” She took out her pen, already in a steady motion to strike the questions on her list once answered. 

“No, ma’am I am afraid we won’t be doing this without my attorney” He looked at her predatory but there was so much confidence in his voice. 

She exhaled, this isn’t going to be easy “Jimin-ssi, you were taken from your house and you’re here with the knowledge of your family. Now, I have been waiting all this time for them to show up. And as you can see there’s only us in this room, no one came” She pointed to the empty chair next to Jimin where Jin or any attorney should be sitting. “I have the right to question you, you know. And just to be clear, you being uncooperative can only mean you have something to hide”.

“You have rights as an officer detective, which I surely can offer but I need my rights as a civilian first. We won’t have this conversation until I have a trusted lawyer by my side” The male was more angry than frightened.

The detective watched the mob as he speaks, and it dawns on her “All right! I will do my part as an officer with rights and you can remain silent as a citizen with rights.” Jimin smirked, somehow indicating that he was agreeing to cooperate in the play.

“You have already refused to be cooperative when I asked you about your name and age” She stroked the first question “Where were you from 12 PM till 3 PM”.

Jimin swallowed and made sure he didn’t flinch, this question was in fact unexpected…Should he play along? Or should he just enjoy her demanding eyes for answers?

No response, she stroked again “There were some rumors about four of your brothers dating. Don’t you think that’s weird, given that you have been living together as siblings?” A lie “I mean in regards to my information, you were all in the same orphanage even before you were adopted and have always been together” Another lie. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jin weren’t raised in Korea to start with, they had only joined their siblings five years ago when they had all passed their teenage phase. Even Jungkook who was raised in South Korea stayed in a boarding school until the age of eighteen…This did not by any means affect their bonds, but it never supported the siblings scenario either. Now, he wasn’t going to tell her that, seeing her frustrated face was far more entertaining than proving her wrong. 

“Yoongi-ssi is your closest hyung, isn’t he?” She asked, hoping for another outcome. 

Jimin could only release a long sight, somehow saying ‘give up already’. The male might be the easiest to aggravate among his brothers, but he was far from being stupid. 

She nodded after a bit. “What is the occupation of your two younger siblings?” She tried again, but only terrible silence answered her “You’re not going to corporate, are you Jimin-ssi?” She asked defeated. It wasn’t even a question, she knew the answer herself. “Officer Hak” The detective called out. She rose from her seat and headed to the door. Her face had fallen slack, completely focused on the new plan in mind. 

“Yes” The man came in no time, and Jimin was able to tell he was probably waiting by the door, they must have made a backup plan. 

“Please take Jimin-ssi to his cell” The man gladly nodded and forced Jimin to his feet, not that he showed any struggle. He was led back to the corridor where he had to blink into the harsh light, his interrogation room was rather dim. His eyes easily adjusted soon later, by then he found himself close to prison bars, writ small barring the word justice and a cage, or that’s how he would describe it, it was far too small to pass for a cell. What was odd though was the two masculine males behind the bars, to his knowledge and what he had always heard from Jin about previous incidents with their bodyguards or even pawns, criminals are to be isolated during their stay at the station’s cells. “Am I sharing?” He looked grim. 

“Were you expecting a suite?” The officer mocked, already halfway through opening the cell’s door “Get in” He gave him a little push since Jimin wouldn’t move. “Enjoy the night gentlemen,” He said with a smirk. 

This was bad, Jimin could tell. Up until this point, nothing had been coincidental, and ending up in a cell with two gangsters certainly wasn’t. But if there’s one thing he had learned in his long life is that people might act on impulse, but you always have the ability to direct it. He made sure to share eye contact while displaying his indifferent aura, he needed to mess with their confidence and perhaps he needed to remind himself that he was still a skillful fighter. 

They both didn’t look like gangsters, nor were they psychopaths, they were far dumper and way less preserved. His best guess was that they were lowlife criminals, someone who had multiple previous convictions to the point that killing became a hobby rather than a solution. 

“What’s your name love?” One of them teased, while they both fixed Jimin with a lustful look. 

“Oh oh Like a virgin. 

Feels so good inside 

When you hold me 

And your heartbeats 

And you fuck me 

Oh oh, oh Oh oh oh

Day I lose my innocent” One of the criminals sang, smiling so wide his eyes hid behind his large smile, showing his dirty teeth. The other got a small wrapped weapon from his pocket and predatorily approached Jimin “Make sure to scream loud kid, I love it when they do”.

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The youngest Pleiades marched to his room, hesitantly. All the family members remained at their father’s office for any piece of lead, maybe news from Jin. Only Taehyung had excused himself in a matter of minutes after his brother was arrested and retreated back to his room.

Was it odd?

Yes, if it had been any other one of his brothers Kwan wouldn’t have even considered an approval, but Taehyung was a different case, ever since his teeth grew the mob knew his second youngest’s mind don’t dwell well with distress, he would need constant distraction. That’s why The mafia boss made sure to extract as many emotions from the young male over the years. And it was also the only reason why Jungkook was allowed to be excused as well…

“Hey…” He called Taehyung. He had done so on impulse, not thinking much about it until he had arrived at his room. A wide place that is almost a little apartment with a spacious living room, a bedroom, a study, and a more than a luxurious bathroom with a ferforge balcony where the older male was standing with a goggle in hand. “What are you looking at?”. 

The addressed male perked at Jungkook after placing down the tool in hand “Our neighbor’s dog, they hadn’t taken it out for a walk in three days. It seems bored” He explained casually “It keeps barking”. 

Jungkook nodded. Knowingly, he attempted to back hug Taehyung who blocked it by moving to the next side “Come on Tae. I know you’re mad, but with everything going on, it’s not the right time to discipline me”.  

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched “I am not disciplining you, and don’t drag Jimin into this Jungkook. I can’t even look at your face with the amount of bruise and wounds covering it. If you just want to be beaten then say you’re into sadism, we can try to figure something out about it”. He mocked but it amused the other male. 

“So, you can’t look at me?” He smirked, placing a tender kiss on Taehyung’s bare neck. 

“Don’t!” He complained, taking a few steps away. Only to be carried by Jungkook and be placed forcibly on bed “Let go” He threw a couple of fists, not really intending to harm, they were just meant to express his frustration, but Jungkook easily blocked them and took them into his grip “I told you, don’t ever try to manhandle me. I hate that” He said looking up at him with his back facing their bed surface.

“So, you can’t look at me, and you hate this?” he asked with such exaggerated interest that Taehyung couldn’t be sure whether he was serious or teasing him. After a momentary silence, he broke into a soft smile “What about this?” He kissed him on his fingers, it flustered the older male, he could only exhale. “And this?” He asked as he kissed every inch of his face and in between each kiss, murmurs "And this". He could feel Taehyung’s intensity decrease under his touch “You need to stop” He repeated, this time in a more tender tone. It forced Jungkook to gaze deeply, He didn’t want Taehyung to be mad but he couldn’t do it. 

Luckily, he was saved by his phone ringing. He only checked the name though then walked away “We need to get back, Jin hyung is back”.

“How do you know?” He got off the bed and followed the younger male “I told the guards by the gate to inform me when he arrives” He explained rushing to his father’s office. They managed to reach there a second before Jin could. 

Kwan and the rest of the Pleiades were sitting, looking grim. Jin himself was pacing, equally concerned. 

“So?”, Namjoon asked. He didn’t want to demand answers out of Jin who already seem troubled, it was more of an attempt to encourage him to speak.

The oldest son sat down. Took a  deep breath. Yoogni's face was a picture of tender concern, he needed to hear anything at this point, good or bad, he was growing impatient. “Speak” He stated firmly and somehow promising. 

He tried to gather his courage, it wasn’t just his fear for Jimin’s safety at this point but also his unamicable sensation of failing one of his brothers “Nobody knows anything, they said he didn’t go to the police station. I tried contacting everyon……” 

Yoongi threw himself out of the couch. He grabbed the jacket and jammed out of the door, he didn’t ask for any permission nor did he bother to finish the worthless story. He needed to get out of here immediately. Every minute he wasted lounging around the house was a minute Jimin got farther away. He had to still be alive, right? 

If no one found bodies after a couple of hours then he was alive. Yoongi clung to that hope.

“Hyung!” Hoseok called from a distance, trying his best to get closer. And stop Yoongi from driving away “I am going alone Hoseok-ah” He ordered rather than announced as he stepped on the accelerator and drove away. 

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A man walked down the street. He had some files under his arm. Making some random noises as they clutch together due to the movement. He let himself into his house

"I am home" He removed his coat, placed it on a chair next to the door then proceeded down the hallway to the dining room, only to find his seven years old son and wife sitting with Yoongi. "Welcome back" 

He heard Yoongi saying but he did not respond, he needed a moment to consider, recover. "What? Cat ate your tongue" He added jokingly making the man's wife and son giggle, but the man knew better. "Darling care to prepare your special cookies? My friend here is a big fan of sweets" He tried to contain his fear and just converse casually as he was going increasingly uncomfortable. 

"Sure" She stood up "Let's go?" She left with the kid. 

"Why are you here? Our deal has always been clear, we don't meet. I give you information and you pay me, all in the shadows. I did my part, I told you that the police are on to you, what else do you want" He tensed. 

In the flash of an eye, Yoongi forced the man to the wall with an immobilizing arm lock, pressed the gun to his head "I want Jimin, Lieutenant". He threatened 

The man tried to struggle but Yoongi's grip was iron "You dare to attack me! I am your source, you would lose everything without me". He warned still trying to get away. 

The mob laughed at the line of words then approached the man's ear, he needed to hear the rage in his voice, his murderous intentions "Do you know why I am here?" He giggled, it's psychotic "I saw number nine on one of the signs next to my house, and that's how your faith was decided Lieutenant. You're the ninth source I have on my list".  

The man nodded accepting the fate, the logic of what he had come to comprehend. He was nothing more than one of Yoongi's numerous pawns

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Yoongi was walking steadily as if he owned the place, there were multiple attempts to try to stop him, maybe even ask him about his destination as he wandered leisurely at the station’s restricted areas, but there was always a pawn to sacrifice, a bodyguard to step in and be dragged instead of him by the officers.

“Min Yoongi-ssi. You’re not allowed in here” The female detective panicked as she watched the mob head to where Jimin was privately kept.

No one was supposed to know where that was, and yet Yoongi was walking as if the road was written on the palm of his hand. “Please stop!” She pointed her gun at him, making sure to make enough noise to alert him to such a fact. Yoongi nodded his head, looking blank as if to say ‘fuck you’.

When they arrived at the place where he was informed, he took a moment to examine the interior. There was only one large entrance leading to multiple small cells, he walked past them as he carefully checked, they were all empty, at least the ones he had seen so far. The mob shivered at the thought of how cold the cells must have been for Jimin who didn’t even manage to get a jacket before he was taken.

The male’s eyes wondered again in a circular motion until it was settled on Jimin. And finally, he allowed his breathing in, relieved. He took a few more steps toward the cells. Jimin is battered, dirty, worse he’s wounded, his lips were split and bleeding still. His left eye was barely open from the amount of swelling under his eyelid. Yoongi’s eyes descended all way to his torso and just from the blood stain he knew his clothes concealed more damage than his visible injuries.

There was no need to ask about the hows and whats, the two knocked-out bodies on the ground were more informing than any answer. Jimin had encountered what they call prison salute and he managed to survive it.

“You’re late!” Jimin stepped forward to the cell walls, speaking softly but firmly to the older male.

“How dare you barge into the police station so carelessly? I can arrest you for justice obstruction you know!” She threatened. Trying to keep her ground.

“Funny you should talk about justice detective when your supposed college’s cause of death was a heart attack rather than any attempt of murder”. He clocked an assertive smile to Jimin. He isn't biting nor was he going to leave the place without the younger male

“Are you going to open that door or do I need to break it down?” he had an odd calming presence. He was speaking to Yoon-suh, but his connection is with Jimin.

Her spirit was broken, she didn’t have enough time to get anything out of Jimin, if anything she made some illegal moves and got on the bad side with Kwan and the Pleiades, maybe even alerted them that they have an on eye on them, which means they will be more cautious than ever “Here” The locks unclanged.

“We’re leaving” Yoongi’s expression morphs; suddenly, he has the same hauteur, the same cruel calm aura as his foster father Kwan.

Jimin only managed to take a few steps before he swayed. The mob effortlessly caught him and supported him out of the station. “Yoongi-ssi” one of the guards attempted to approach and help Jimin instead, but Yoongi gave him an assertive nod, he’s got it. He then eased him to the car’s backseat “Hold on for a little more, I will get you back as soon as I can”. He only received a weak nod but it was enough for him to jump to his driver’s seat and go full speed.

The car ride was rather short compared to how it should be. Sure Yoongi would have to pay a lot of money or pin it on one of his men if it gets too nasty, but it seemed rather silly to think about when Jimin was in pain.

“We’re home” He unbuckled his seatbelt and walked to the injured male “Need me to carry you?” He asked knowing he will convince him for it if he has to. He just had to ask Jimin to make him feel like he has a choice…He was already forced to do a lot of things that night.

“They will be worried and you will have to do a lot of talking” He pointed out. Yoongi was never good at explaining and in most cases he would avoid conversing if he can help it. If Jimin is to be carried then it’s granted more questions will be thrown, and he knew he had already given the male enough troubles.

The mob could only shrug before he carried Jimin on his back as if to say ‘No other choice’.

It was just how it was predicted, everyone was still there as if they were inanimate. Kwan gave a hard glare to Yoongi, partly to analyze the situation and partly to give him scolding eyes for leaving so bluntly earlier.

Yoongi struggled to give proper contact, he acted on an impulse. Something that Kwan hates the most, then he suddenly gave in “Jimin is fine, he has some injuries that are not fatal. But, I think it’s better that he rests”. He elaborated, hoping for an understanding rather than a lecture.

Kwan’s eyes watch him warily, he was initially going to have a long proper conversation. However, the scene persuaded him otherwise. “Everyone to their room. It’s past midnight and we still have a lot to do tomorrow” He ordered.

The sitting males reacted. Shocked more than upset. Yoongi breezed past them into his room. An identical layout to Taehyung and Jungkook’s with very different styles of furniture. For a starter, the room had barely any. Luxurious pieces of furniture yet a few. The bed was also larger, it could fit another pair comfortably.

The younger male was carefully placed on bed. “Try not to sleep just yet, I need to clean your wounds first” the mob walked to one corner of the room after he saw Jimin stripping down.      

 “Do you need any painkillers?”

“Just need to sleep” His voice sounded hoarse and strange even to him. The older male could only laugh.

He started with the most visible injury, it didn’t need stitches just cleaning and proper covering, he then moved to the rest of the wounds.

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Namjoon slipped inside his bathroom of gleaming white marble, before he lay in a sunken tub. Fitted with a hundred tape. Above was a mosaic of Danaides, it’s colorful and perfectly fit next to the tub as if it’s pouring water into it. The male kneeled by the tub and started rubbing Jin’s bare back.  

The older male was already in the colorless water. Eying himself in the mirror opposite “Did you see Yoongi’s bloodlust when I came without Jimin?” He echoed absently. 

Namjoon could only pat him, he didn’t even comprehend the meaning behind the sentence, was it fear? 

Or was it guilt? That he had forced that side of him that is usually buried underneath numerous layers of phlegmatic. 

“I am almost certain he would have killed someone today if it meant bringing Jimin back. I….” He bit his lips “I should have handled it better, on my own” The lawyer’s face fell. 

Namjoon shook his head in weary puzzlement “I don’t understand why you would think it was by any means your fault”. 
“I am a lawyer and Jimin was practically taken illegally and I did nothing to stop him or even fought enough to bring him back. Our father, he might have said nothing but I know he must be mad”. 

Namjoon released a small laugh. He had hit home. Jin paced up and down “If he’s mad at someone it should be at himself”.   

Jin recoiled as if slapped. A terrible silence headed that wasn’t filled until some moments “Why are blaming him?!”. 

The younger male could only bite the inside of his lips, he shouldn’t have talked, now that he did he’s forced to elaborate “I know he saved us when we were all getting abused in that shit hole of an orphanage, literally by all means of abuse. Verbal, physical even mental” His eyes were wide open, they were carrying much pain and his mouth was full of disgust as he told the words, his aura however was cold and perfectly calm “But do you ever think that maybe, just maybe if we were left there and had survived, life would be easier now?”. 

He was hugged by Jin, it was sudden but demanding, it wasn’t affectionate, nor was it meant to be and cannot be mistaken for one, the lawyer just wanted to shut him down. The road Namjoon was considering was dangerous. “You never say this again Joon-ah, you don’t even think it again” He ordered.   

“Whatever” He forced Jin’s hugging hands away. 

“Namjoon!” The older male called but only silence met him. Namjoon put on some clothes and left their room, even closed the door with rather more force than is necessary. 

The businessman rush through multiple rooms in the dark hallways of the mansion until he settled by a random window. Everyone was sleeping and he desperately wanted to scream, the thought he had shared had been there ever since he was attacked, but it was worse now that involved one of his brothers whom he had grown so fond of over the years. 

Who wouldn’t help but seek these imaginary ‘What if” scenarios?

A lot of blue thoughts that seemed endless. However, they were enough to distract him from the masked figure behind him. It’s weightlessly stuck to one side of the ceiling like a spider, hanging upside down. She has Namjoon in a perfect position for a surprise attack. Especially since he seemed to be willingly drowning in the fullness of the moment. His eyes were drawn to the stars above, which seemed particularly bright at this moment…..Something was odd, he noticed the slightest shifting of a shadow on the glass before him. It nagged him, though he kept it inside. 

Suddenly a crossbow bolt whistled past where his head just was, into the glass before him instead making it shatter. For a second Namjoon couldn’t even register that he was able to barely evade it. But now there was no point in pretending he was oblivious about the attacker’s existence “Who are you!” He got out a small dagger barring the word Pleiades. A sharp weapon that he had never used but was still instructed not to leave behind ever since he was a kid. 

The attacker could only ignore the question and rush to engage with him, a small hand-to-hand fight break out in the hallway.

Namjoon managed to dodge the sword that had swung multiple times by the Ninja before him. But took a sharp kick to the stomach sending him to the ground. 

“Namjoon-ah!” 

Both the male and his attacker turn to the source of the sound, It was Jin followed by Jungkook and Yoongi running to his aid, as well as some bodyguards. Kwan was also there but he wasn’t moving, he was watching, it seem like he was the first one there but made sure to keep his presence concealed. He only reacted when Jungkook was close enough to interfere “Jungkook don’t. Your brother can handle it” He raised a firm hand before him “Call Taehyung, we will need his service”. He received a hard glare from his foster father that was meant to strengthen his son “But…!” It felt wrong to leave Namjoon who seemed to be struggling, but he couldn’t question Kwan for the second time on the same day. 

“I am already here” He marched slowly was a faint smile.

Namjoon felt exposed, almost his entire family was watching him frustrated and powerless to help, they could just hope for their brother’s victory. he was the worst fighter out of all his brothers, during his training days his breathing had always sounded amplified, impossibly loud, and aching. And it didn’t seem like anything had changed. 

What puzzled him the most was Kwan’s face, it was unreadable. He did seem unhappy. It was hard to know whether it was due to his son’s bad skills or because he was worried.  

Suddenly, it all felt meaningless, pointless, it wasn’t the right time. He rose, grabbed the dagger that was previously kicked from her hand, leaped across the room, and aimed to plunge it deep into the Ninja's heart. 

“Alive Namjoon!” He ordered as he signaled to the men to interfere. They walked past the middle son who is breathing in frantic gasps.

The family watched their guard beat the female ninja mercilessly until she was knocked off completely. “Take her to the basement, and Jin take Namjoon to bed” He turned to Hangyeol “I want at least five bodyguards by each of my sons’ room doors and I want the mansion to be scanned, we might have more attackers. I don’t care if none of you sleep tonight, no harm is to come to my family, is that clear?” his expression is defiant    

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The female Ninja was dragged by two of the guards to the far end of the basement. Her eyes open as she is dropped to the floor, her hands bound behind her aggressively, and her mouth was gagged. 
 

They stare at her with a mix of hostility and lust as they slice off her clothes and suspend her naked. The female’s head is titled, she’s squinting at the hanging light as she let her face smudged with dirt and some dried loss, she started to feel the agony in her mouth and body from the amount of beating she had received.

“Move!” Taehyung ordered the bodyguards as he was putting on some plastic gloves. 

The men move immediately to one side of the room next to Kwan, They kept their guards up just in case. If there was anything they had learned in this job it was that captives are more dangerous than those on the loose. 

The youngest male moved his hand on her bare skin, it was hard to understand why. The female assassin thought he would try to torture her for information, maybe even rape her or attempt to kill her. But he seems rather invested in the secrets her body is holding rather than the pleasure it could offer.

Whatever Taehyung was doing took a decent amount of time, not less than an hour. The female looked up at him eventually, sad but determent. “Mhmmhmm” She argued underneath her gags, it was incomprehensible. 

The male before her numbly removed whatever was stuffed in her mouth “Need anything?” He asked, still examining every inch of her body. 

“If you don’t kill me now you will regret it later” She warned, some of the guards laughed, her state was desperate, to begin with, “I assure you” She repeated sounding more firm. 

“You will be killed so worry not,” He thought hard for a moment, and started to swiftly grin. He had reached a conclusion.

“So…” Kwan sounded demanding, but it has always been the case when the situation included one of his sons’ safety.

“Only three assassin organizations still use swords and ninja skills in Korea. And only one offers more than just assassination services, it’s named Hooded. She’s most certainly one of them” 

The assassin opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself.  

“She’s had breast augmentation and at least three other surgeries to her face. And given the size of her vulva, she used to work as a whore if needed” He continued “All her scars, a total of forty-nine, are in fatal places, it means they were gained in combats and not during her training. If she had received two on each job she got, then she has been working as an assassin for at least nine years, since most of these scars would require at least four months for her to heal”. 

Kwan took his chin as he tried to make a conclusion, everyone else, however, was impressed including the female ninja, Taehyung’s skills were exceptional, to say the least. “I also need to point out that her latest scars are at least two years old”   

The mob nodded after a beat. Knowingly “She hadn’t gone for any mission in two years”. He verbs everyone’s thoughts. 
 
His foster son could only nod back, they have an understanding “The Hooded don’t give breaks though unless she’s old enough to take on missions” They all turn to her, she couldn’t be more than thirty. Evidently, it wasn’t the reason “There’s only one explanation. She was in prison, sentenced for a lifetime”. 
 

“Did she have any minor injuries?” The question seemed odd to outsiders, but Taehyung knew the meaning behind the words. He knew it too “None” He smirked. 
 
 
“So, she was sent by the police as a deal” Kwan smirked back, all the missing puzzles seem to be arranged in the right pattern “I guess that would explain why she wasn’t fighting seriously with Namjoon, the police would never order her to kill anyone, she was probably meant to scare us, maybe turn as against other mafia leaders who we would have assumed were behind the attack” He approached the female who groans. The boss eyes her with inferiority “Hangyeol, bring all the men whom you think should be awarded they can get whatever pleasure out of this lady as long as she is killed before dawn”. He grabbed Taehyung’s waist “Let’s go”. 
 
 
The female looked indigent, she finally decided to speak, she was going to die anyway, surely throwing large words could only make so little difference “What your kid said is right, I am from the hooded. But he forgot to tell you our most essential code, we always avenge those we had shared a ceiling with, even it means we all die. So, I assure you they will come after every one of your little family” She swallowed and made sure she didn’t flinch
 
 
There was only numbness and indifference “That’s okay, we always have men worth rewarding here”. He murmured reassuringly. 
 
 

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Whatever was going on Kwan’s mind that morning should have been discussed the night prior, he however decided to neglect it due to the circumstances. 

It wasn’t just about the upcoming plan, he needed to talk to Yoongi about his display the other day, to Namjoon about his lack of skills, and Jungkook about his wrestling habits. 

He watched his sons closely, they were scattered in different seats in his office. He strengthen his back and took a deep breath “I guess it’s been already established that the police have some eyes and hands-on us” He’s now pacing around the room “I don’t care about the details but what I do want is for this matter to end by today” He meets the eyes of his sons briefly “I want to the police’s reputation ruined, let’s give them something to worry about. And I want the citizens to trust us… All by today. We need to be settled for the party tomorrow”.

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Hey pretties.... 

so, I should have mentioned this on my last chapter, but I forgot. Anyway, I will not be posting anything this week, which is something I have always done during BTS's comebacks, because I believe this should be anyone's main focus... So, I am sorry if it's disappointing but I guess we are all busy with the CB anyway so it wouldn't make a huge issue. 

In return though, I will read all the comments and suggestions I receive this week and try to fit them as much as I can into the plot of the story (If I can). In other words if you have any requests or something you want to see happening in the story please tell me and I will see what I can do. And unlike a lot of authors who say they will but don't, I actually do take these into consideration (If you have read any of my previous works you will know it). 

Also, I need to give one final warning because things are really going to get darker from this point on.... so please if you have an issue with this give up on the story already. 

Have an amazing week and tell what do you think of the CB? I love Run BTS and YTC I cried a river Y-Y!!!!  

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A series of small buildings connected into a sprawling complex. There were armed guards with impressive physic roaming the area with machine guns at arm’s length.

The first floor contained scattered men, training as if their life depended on it. Some were shooting, some were combating in a one-on-one fight and some were doing random moves like pushups.

The second floor contained multiple storerooms and one glass cabinet Tasteful but spare loft. With modern and expensive furniture, it overlooked the training arena on the first floor.

Yoongi was sitting, legs crossed over the other and arms on both sides of the sofa. Staring at the lion-patterned wooden table with nineteen phones surfacing it. It was almost time, he thought looking at his watch that showed 11:59.

In a swift motion, he pressed on the call button on all the placed phones. And one by one he watched all his calls getting answered.

“Hello, gentlemen!” He greeted “I assume you read my text, about not replying or answering any of my requests during this call” He grinned “At this moment all my informants are on speaker. Now, I understand that you need to keep your identity hidden, but I am not interested in calling each one of you to tell you about my request, or worse, hearing you complain about it. So, you will just hear me” His smile widened, he could already imagine each one of their faces cursing him underneath their breath. Just the thought of it had amused the young male “I will give you two hours to give me your best dirt about Detective Yoon-Suh, her team, and anyone who works in the same department” To this request he heard gasps, evidently some almost talked but managed to control their tongue flow.

“I will offer a prize of five million dollars for the most damaging information I receive and three million for the second most damaging information I get. But fear not, anyone who sends anything worthy will still get a million dollars, as long as the information is worthy and delivered on time” None dared to speak. The risks were too high. Yoongi made sure of that. Although he was still in his twenties he could easily read people. No one knew who worked with the mob, and with that came a demanding fear. The unknown can be rather troubling. All of these men were greedy, and while this particular task was rather damaging to the entire police system no one would risk talking back and exposing themselves. Also, no one would ignore the task when so much money was being offered. The first thought that would loom over their brains would be.

(If I don’t do it another one would)

“Adios gentlemen” The mob knew it would come to this, he has them all in his grip effortlessly. He waited after he hung up, maybe someone would have the guts to call him back and complain, but none did. There were just nineteen silent phones for some minutes.

It seemed safe enough for him to walk away without being dragged back by their annoying calls. He fathered down the bar and poured himself some scotch while turning up the volume of the news on the TV.

Both Namjoon and Jin were standing on a pedestal, there were multiple camera flashes capturing the prestigious announcement “Atlas groups have been discussing this plan for the past six months. The pandemic had negatively affected multiple lives, a lot have lost their jobs and their businesses. It’s about time that we aid our fellow citizens, our people” Namjoon spoke with much pride.

Yoongi could only admire his younger brother while pouring some of the liquor into his mouth. Choosing Namjoon as a CEO was indeed a smart choice by Kwan, he was very well-mannered and well-spoken. There was something that made people trust him whenever he talked.       

“Our legal time had already taken some unfortunate cases and we decided that we would represent the parties with no charges whatsoever” Jin added with the same amount of confidence.

The mob moved his hands like a maestro on an orchestra concert “La…la..lalaaaaa” He laughed at his own silliness.

“We also bought shares of more than twelve hospitals in Seoul where you will be able to get free treatment if you prove to be unable to pay the expenses” Namjoon continued in the background.

Suddenly a small shout interrupted the satisfying air, it forced him to the glass window, he could guess the reason, a fight must have taken place between the men, but the details were always different, that’s why he needed to be there.

Two of their new guys were standing in the crowd. Terror on their faces was an exception among the sea of other inmates' excited expressions. He looked up at Yoongi who is observing the fight from the cabinet but did nothing. They’re used to it. Only his excitement seemed to subdue.

The latter got up and the two stood back to back surrounded by the other older trainers, their astonishment gave way to anger. One particularly approached, a giant Latin male covered in scars “You think you can run away when things get too hard coward? You had no right to leave that ring” He didn’t speak, he roared!

“Enough!” Hoseok ordered and they all went silent. “What is the first rule we have here?” He asked not slightly amused.

“We’re not allowed to fight,” All men said in unison, even the ones who were fighting.

Hoseok nodded as he marched to where the two men were standing “Speak”.

“We were fighting, fair and square, two to two and when things got two nasty they fled out of the ring” The scarred man answered making his opponents shake. Hoseok sighed, he wasn’t happy, it rarely happened but when it did it was scary.

“I see” He drew two guns and pinned them to the newbies’ heads, he saw a flicker of fear in their eyes that they failed to hide or conceal “It seems like you two have an equally bad influence on one another” the leader teased “Let’s try a little game here. I will count to three. And whoever gives me a better argument than the other will be spared, but if I hear no arguments it means you have both lost”.

“1” He could hear their muffled voices, it was filled with choking fear and panic “2” Now, their heartbeats were audible too, still none talked “3”.

They both shut their eyes, but nothing happened “You” He called a random guard “10 lashes for the gentlemen here for starting a fight” Hoseok ordered referring to the scarred man “And fifty to the two gentlemen for giving him a reason to”. He then leaned closer to the two males, there was so much curiosity to be neglected “Do you want to know why I spared you?”.

They both managed to nod between their shaking.

“Because betrayal can never be cured while cowardness can” He gave them a long judgmental look, then marched away.

It wasn’t hard to assume that Yoongi was watching, just because he didn’t interfere doesn’t mean he wasn't keeping a hawk’s eye on the situation. His older hyung was known to be rational, if the situation didn’t call him then it was up for any of his siblings to tame it. That’s why he made sure to exchange an assuring nod that is interrupted when his phone ping an incoming text.      

(Hi love, I tried calling you twice but you didn’t pick up. I assume one of your brothers is there so you can’t reply, but I just want to say I miss you very much. So, if you manage to sneak please come)

The male tried to contain his smile, then placed the phone down.

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Jungkook was driving in a dark forest road as Jimin sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio dial. He found a song he's happy with, a hard metal where people scream more than they vocalize. Jungkook quickly changed it to some sad song “You said you I won’t feel your presence and that’s why I agreed to take you after everyone else you should stay and rest”.

He didn’t answer,  instead, he frowned and turned up the music “When father said you and Taehyung are doing something important I had expected some action, that’s why I asked to join, especially since Taehyung was asked to stay behind. But, your task isn’t really that entertaining”.

“What we’re doing might not be badass enough for you underground kings but when the time comes it will be your salvation” He turned the volume more, pretending not to care about the teasing remark.

“Do you have a reason to get home so soon? I mean I think Taehyung won’t be available in at least an hour”.

Jungkook thought for a minute then stopped the car’s engine making the two following guarding cars following him to stop “It doesn’t matter, even if he was there. Do you have anything particular in mind?”.

Jimin gave a mischievous smile, then took out a cigarette.

“Is that a….?”.

“Marijuana? Yes”.

“Our old man would kill us” Jungkook looked at it with an emotion that said ‘Bad idea’ but then he softened after looking at it long enough “Why not, I have been stable long enough for this lifetime”.

Jimin grinned at him, then lit it up instantly and sucked the smoke gently with a long steady intake into his lungs, held the smoke there for a second, then inhaled normally, through his mouth, as air drowned into his lungs.

“Damn! You’re a professional”.

Jimin laughed proudly at this, the drugs had made him in a better mood, now that the bitter taste is no longer in his mouth “Come here” the older male grabbed Jungkook’s head and pulled him closer to his face. He sucked on the Marijuana more but didn’t inhale it, instead he forced it out into Jungkook’s mouth. 

For a second Jungkook staggered about, a bit lost. Unlike Jimin who did it casually but not regularly, at least once every two months, Jungkook hasn’t done it in years. All Pleiades were taught not to let anything cage them, and drugs were the first thing on that list. Jimin just had less monitoring and a lot of anger, but he still managed to keep it under the radar. He won’t suffer if he doesn’t use it but it sure made a good reason for him to reaccept his life every once in a while.

“You okay?” He asked as he sucked more on.

Jungkook only gave a nod, his focus was redeeming “I just needed a second there”. He took the cigarette from his hand.

“So, what’s going on with you and Taehyung? Problems in paradise?” He watched the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The wrestler blinked, addressing the matter actually meant there was something bothering him and he didn’t know if he was ready for it. It’s always harder not to think about a problem once you admit it is one “He’s just too good” He didn’t elaborate.

“Wow! Unlucky you” Jimin mocked with a plastic smile.

Jungkook's expression soured at this line of words. It seemed like he would have to address it “He’s just good at following the rules, it’s very easy for him. And I am just not, it makes me the bad guy. I can’t help but feel bad when I am with him”.

“That’s just the doubt in you talking Jungkook. You don’t feel bad when you’re with him, you two breathe each other, it’s scary. And Taehyung isn’t some good puppy to our father he’s a ticking bomb that he makes sure won’t activate anytime soon”.

The younger male nodded, feeling somehow emotional, he knew Taehyung’s feelings for him were deep, and so were his, he’s never doubted that, but words failed to aid his cause, this was a personal struggle. Jimin could tell his younger brother regretted talking and nothing could ever make him feel worse, the bond he shared with Jungkook was different from his other siblings. This unusual shade of character never came to the light to any of the others. That’s why it was unreplaceable “I am such a hypocrite” He admitted.

Jungkook was stunned for a second by the remark.

“I'm no picnic myself” His voice had lost its venom “I too feel less when I am with Yoongi” He released a deep sigh “He doesn’t let me fall and yet I know I can’t lift him. He sat up a very high bar. In other words, Yoongi’s whispers will save my life but my screams won’t aid him”.

“You have never been tested hyung. It’s not fair that you would make such a comparison. I personally fear your angry version ten times more than Yoongi-hyung’s".

Both brothers look at one another as if it’s the first time, they seem more vivid now, in a good raw way, none of them is keeping it in for a fake front. It made them laugh so hard, the joke wasn’t that great, they just needed to laugh it off.

Suddenly, a strange figure knocked on Jungkook’s window.

He didn’t seem violent, but it forced Jimin’s hand into his coat where he had his gun.

“Excuse me” The man called out as soon as Jungkook rolled down his window “I think I lost my way, how can I get back to the main road?”.

Both males exchanged a quick glance before Jimin faked a smile “Two Kilometers to the west that should take you straight to the main road”.

“Oh!” The man took a good look around the car’s interior, then walked away.

“What was…..”

“RUN!”  Jimin grimaces, he knows a setup when he hears it, he has been in this business long enough.

The younger male didn’t wait for further elaboration, he drove away fast as he could. They both kept a good eye on the mirrors, rather than their two escorting cars following them, there were four tracing them.

“Jungkook, try to lose them when we get into the city” Jimin ordered while texting the situation to the men.

“Shouldn’t we call anyone?” The wrestler tried his best to contain his rising anxiety, he needed to remain calm.

“This is practically nothing” The older male started showing his true skin, after years of his training with Yoongi and Hoseok, he was now skillful enough to know the outcome of each situation even before it accrued.

He seemed to be right, Jungkook was able to distance himself from the chasing party. He made another sharp turn into wynds. One of the cars managed to follow him but as soon as their car got out of the alley one of their bodyguards' cars blocked the entrance, something that was arranged through texts between both parties. 

The adrenaline sunk deeper, even when it was clear the situation had died. Jungkook wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves. He inhaled sharply, this was the most dangerous thing he had personally encountered. His brother evidently went through deeper roads and Jimin is a living proof, he didn’t even panic.

“You did well” The older male tabbed on Jungkook’s back who for a second had forgotten he wasn’t alone “How did you know? That he’s an enemy”.

For a second Jimin didn’t answer, he himself wasn’t aware of it, he just knew, it clicked, perhaps he just became that experienced after all, but it also made him realize how dangerous the world is for his siblings “He just sent me off vibes, maybe because it’s hard to believe someone would ask two random people about something in the middle of nowhere when the network was more than fine in the area”.

The wrestler weakly nodded “I guess it makes sense”.

“It does, doesn’t it?” He teased “Let’s get back home”  He turned on the radio, they didn’t need to hear any hard-beating songs that would only make Jungkook more anxious

‘Another anonymous information was provided earlier about the Chief of the Seoul Southeast District Prosecutors' Office Go Songha that proved his involvement in the 2005 embezzlement case. The police are trying to track the source of this information since it’s resulted in the arrest of eight high-ranking officials so far. And citizens believe there might be more to be revealed later’.

“Yoongi-hyung is on fire”

Jimin acknowledged it. He tried to suppress the proudest laugh he could have ever shared as if to say ‘that’s my man’.

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The news about the failed attack spread around the family and their entourage in an hour like a wildfire. Kwan’s wrath was immense, he was known to be a ruthless man, just the day after Namjoon's attempted kidnap a while ago, more than fifty street gangs were demolished.

This time however was different. The attack didn’t belong to any of their enemies’ style and the police’s entire system was practically falling at this moment. Their involvement at this point was impossible.

“So…?” Hoseok verbal the common thought. Their father heard the story multiple times already and yet he provided no order.

“Sir” Hangyeol came in, his steps were steady but slow

Troubles…They could all tell   

“Only one of the cars escorting Jimin-ssi and Jungkook-ssi had returned. I sent three patrols and they found the car with Sangwon dead inside, and Heejon is still missing” “Who?” the boss looked confusedly at the bodyguard.

“Heejon, he was one of the mansion’s guards but I sent him on patrol today to cover for one of the bodyguards”.

“Oh, that one,” Kwan nodded. He didn’t really know the newer members because he didn’t often work with them. But the information was a thrown bomb. The male started laughing maniacally as he pressed the glass of wine in his hands until it exploded.

“Dad!” Jin gasped but was stopped by Kwan’s raised hand

“So, our enemy, whoever that might be knows about our current security system”

“Our men are highly trained, I doubt they will share anything soon” Hoseok frowned.

“You will be surprised at what some pain can cause. Even the best men can tolerate so much. And if I would want to believe that he won’t speak until he’s killed I won’t risk it” Kwan sighed. It was maybe too insensitive but it was true “Hangyeol, change the men’s patrol pattern in the house to plan 14-C, but double the number. Also, no one is to sleep in his room. Tell the servants to prepare some of the side rooms and select them randomly, and this would be the daily plan until this matter is solved”.

The bodyguard nodded, he had a lot of orders to attend to in such a short time. He didn’t rash out but his steps were hasty indeed, leaving the family all alone once again.

They were all exchanging silent looks, but none dared to talk. Namjoon felt a gentle touch on his hand and he could tell it was Jin’s, looking at him with all the love in the world somehow telling him ‘I am sorry’. He shut him off so early the other day and now that they’re in the same situation again on the next day it was pointless to pretend it will easily brush away.

“No one gets out of the house tomorrow, even with our men. Tomorrow needs to end well, everything can be solved after the reunion ball” Kwan stated.

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Hello... :/

So, I know it's been ages, but I promise it's not my fault . If you 've read any of my previous works (whether on this account or the one I have deleted), You will know that I never leave my work unfinished.

The thing is and while I am embarrassed to say it, I forgot my laptop in the subway and I couldn't find later  (Which is expected). And even after I got a new one three weeks later I  couldn't remember this account's PW since it wasn't saved on Google and at some point I was going to create another one. But luckily I managed to recall it last week. Unfortunately though, I lost all of the chapters I have written for this story which were 7.5 chapters.

Now, I am not saying I am not going to continue this story but I do need some time to do it. I only have the last two chapters saved thanks to my beta reader who had kept the document after I sent them. So, hopefully I will manage to get back on track when I have enough of this story written to post. In the meantime I will start a new story since the chapters were luckily saved by my beta reader as well. And I promise this is not some shameless promotion attempt but I am rather explaining why I will start posting another story when I explained I plan to continue this one. The thing is, I never start posting a story unless I have at least 5 chapters ready. And, since I lost all my date for this one except for the last two chapters it means I need more time, while for the new story I am already ahead. So, again I am sorry for the inconvenience Y-Y